EN AU: part seven

* part one * part two * part three * part four * part five * part six *

Eventually Kippei roused himself, pulling away from Shinji who might have been asleep or just dozing, and sitting up. He looked over at Shinji and couldn't resist reaching out to let his fingers drift through the soft black hair strewn across Shinji's pillow. Soft, beautiful, sexy hair. He smirked faintly, winding his fingers in the ends of it and lifting it to his mouth, purring softly in his throat as he crushed a kiss against the silky handful and then let it fall, shining dark strands collapsing in graceful swirls on the sheets.

He got up, sliding off the edge of the bed and finding his pants where they'd landed on the floor. He pulled them on without worrying about underwear or shirt or shoes, padding out of the room and into the office to stare at the map again. The little red dot mocked him, and he growled at it. Not a failure. Not a loss. The biggest win ever. But he still didn't have a color for it. He pulled open the drawer and poked through it, looking for the pins. Yellow, black, orange, green... no. He smiled faintly, and pulled out a white one, one of the few colors he had never used. Reaching up to pull the red one off of the map, he replaced it with the white one and stood back to admire the effect, nodding once. Perfect.

xp log: kippei and shinji

Kippei did finally manage to sleep, but he woke up feeling stiff and sore, as if he'd been tense and restless all night. He woke up early, and at first didn't remember why he felt so sick and cold--he rolled over and reached for Shinji, and then froze. Right. No Shinji. He struggled to breathe for a moment, then panicked as he heard the low rumbling sound that was the first sign he was losing control of his powers. Fuck. He clamped down on his emotions, blanking his mind until everything calmed down. Stupid. Really stupid. He hadn't had this much trouble keeping a hold of himself since... well, since he met Shinji.

He swallowed hard, tasting acid, and stared through the dimness to the other bed where Shinji was curled up with Kii. So far away. He needed Shinji, needed him like he'd never needed anyone or anything in his life, and Shinji didn't know him anymore. It hurt like nothing else ever had. This was, literally, one of his worst nightmares come to life.