A/N: Well Shit, I find myself back at the starting point of another fic. The theme of this one has been done before, many, many times before, but hopefully I can put a spin on it that at least gives the illusion of originality. This one technically isn't a follow up to 'finding retribution at the end of a gun', this takes place roughly ten years after 3I. Asuka and Shinji woke up on the beach as in the End of Evangelion, but I am assuming that the fact that she is able to move that bandaged arm at all means that her wounds had been somewhat healed during the brief (but then again maybe long) moments of instrumentality. Everything else (And hopefully what actions have caused the characters to be like they are) will be explained in time. And as always, my story has foul language and more then likely sex at some point, with it's fair share of grammatical and other stupid errors. Please feel free to tell me about them.

On a side note, I just got my Asuka Zippo from Japan today, It's a piece of Evangelion 2.0 merchandise and is officially licensed by Gainax. It's very cool, the front appears to be laser etched with an image of Asuka in her plug suit, and the back is stamped with "PRODUCTION UNIT 02" and "Evangelion 2.0 You can (not) advance." Highly recommend it to any of you Zippo fans out there. (of legal age to purchase a lighter, of coarse.) Now I just need to get the older (but not as cool because it isn't laser etched) Asuka Zippo.

Disclaimer: Well apparently my friend Mr. Washington wasn't enough to convince the people at Gainax to hand over their rights to Evangelion, so no, I don't own it. (I hope I'm not the only one that gets that joke)

"Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards." - Robert Heinlein

I once was told that we are nothing but a sum of our experiences, that who we are is because of what we have overcome and what happens today will help pave the way for the who that we are going to be. I was fourteen when I was told this, and like the average fourteen year old mecha pilot that had graduated college, I thought I understood what he had said. I believed a person was a sum of their accomplishments, and therefore, I judged people based on their accomplishments. I judged myself based upon my accomplishments, at least I thought I did. But I didn't, no, I couldn't, I couldn't hold myself to the same standards that I held everyone else to, I was better. I was destined for greatness. I was a sum of my failures, so I made damn sure I never failed. After all, I was a fourteen year old savior of the world and a child prodigy.

I was destined for greatness.

No one ever told me that every teenager thinks they know everything, but it turns out, not even fourteen year old geniuses know a damn thing when it comes to the real world. I may have not known that then, but it's glaringly apparent now. I even know that a heart broken, twenty-four year old single mother of the worlds most beautiful daughter still doesn't know dick when it comes to the real world. I fought this logic at first, but I can no longer ignore it.

I am not the person I was when I was fourteen.

I started becoming more open after instrumentality, well more open to Shinji at least. I am not embarrassed to admit he was my crutch - metaphorically and physically - for the first few months after we came back. He did everything. He led me back to the apartment, he took care of me when my insides hurt too much for me to move, he borrowed a few dozen batteries and a power inverter so we could have electricity for the water heater and stove and he also built a greenhouse on the roof. All of these things impressed me, but what really made me see him in a different light is when he would protect me from other guys. For some reason or another, more guys were showing up then girls, and it's not like all guys acted like perverts, most just made comments, but Shinji would literally get into a fight with any guy that tried to touch me inappropriately. He got hurt a couple of times, but he always ended up wining, I don't know how but the baka actually knew how to fight. That's when I also started thinking about how in the hell he knew how to wire a bunch of batteries in a series to increase the voltage, and then wire a few banks of batteries in parallel to increase the available capacity. Shinji was never as stupid as I claimed him to be, but he had never been able to match wits with me.

Then one day it hit me, during Instrumentality he had become one with everyone. I was confused at first, if he had drawn knowledge from everyone, why was there still things he couldn't do? But then I remembered he had told me that when he was one with mankind he had sought out the ones he loved. That was not only the piece to the puzzle of how he knew this stuff, but why he was doing all of this for me. He learned to fight from Misato, he learned to survive from Kensuke, he learned to be a gardener from Kaji and he gained knowledge from me... That's when I finally understood why Shinji was going to such great lengths to provide for and protect me.

He loved me.

I just didn't know if it was a love you have for a family member, or a spouse.

It was kinda weird seeing Shinji be so... dominant. I was used to a spineless wimp, but he didn't act like a typical tough guy would act. He was still kind, caring and thoughtful of other people, and he would do anything I would ask of him. He was the perfect guy, and I wasn't the only girl that noticed. I cried the first time I caught him being with another woman, I had wondered why he hadn't asked me, not that I would have anyways, but he could have at least tried. But he didn't try it with me, not that time and not the next ten or fifteen times. I had started to hate myself for thinking that he was in love with me, for thinking it was okay to allow myself to have feelings for him.

The light squeal of some tires draws my attention to the real world, the real world that consists of sitting in the back seat of a smelly cab while my daughter takes her afternoon nap. I swear to God, if the driver doesn't stop staring at my chest from the rear view mirror... I take a couple deep breaths to calm myself, I hate not telling him what I think of him, but that was the old Asuka. I haven't been her in five years, not since he broke my heart. I had finally opened myself to a person, and I mean fully opened myself up. He was the first person to ever see my beauty mark, he was my first lover, he was the first person I ever told about my moms suicide and he was the first person I openly cried in front of since I was four. To be honest, I blamed myself at first. I didn't treat him as good as I should have, as good as I used to, and I didn't give him the emotional support that he needed. I would yell at him when ever he showed weakness, I would call him stupid whenever he gave his opinion on something, and I would smack him when his sobbing would wake me up in the middle of the night.

There was one time that we were supposed to go out to a movie, but he started having one of his break downs, he was just sitting on the floor, hugging his knees and crying for twenty minutes or so. Well, I got pissed because he was carrying on a little longer then I thought necessary and we were going to miss our movie. So, I told Shinji that I was going to see the movie without him, and that he could join me at the theater whenever his testicles decided to descend. I went to the movie and just happened to run in to one of my coworkers, Damon, the one that makes Shinji uncomfortable when ever I would talk about him. Shinji eventually joined me about thirty minutes into the movie.

He was pissed.

When we got home I tried to convince him that it was just a coincidence that he was there, that he had nothing to worry about because he was the one I loved. Shinji looked me in the eye with a tear streaming down his cheek and told me that I didn't know what love is.

Shinji treated me differently after that, he stopped buying me flowers, he stopped sending me E-mails at work to say how much he missed me and the sex was... once in a blue moon to say the least. And when we would, it was rougher then usual and he stopped pulling out. About three months after that night is when I caught him cheating, it's also the same day I learned I was pregnant.

I may have not have been a good girlfriend, but I am the best mother I could be, I put her needs before mine every waking moment. But I don't spoil her, she knows that she needs to earn what ever it is that she wants in life, but she knows that her mama will be there to help her the whole way. And if she don't make it? Her mama will still love her. And because of all of this, I need to swallow my pain... my pride. Katie needs a father, even if it's going to kill me.

She is my reason for coming back to this country after five years. I will not knowingly or willingly deprive my daughter of anything that will help her become whomever she wants to be. That, and I need to get rid of the guilt I have for treating him that way. Please don't take this the wrong way, he is a bastard and a son of a bitch for cheating on me, but he only did it because I forced him to be someone he isn't. I wanted him to be more aggressive, I wanted him to be more assertive and I wanted him to stop being such a pussy. I guess I should have listened when someone said "you better watch what you wish for".

'I wonder if he still thinks about me?' I think to myself as I run my hand through Katie's hair. Her hair is like mine, except she has brunette undertones instead of my blonde highlights, a gift from her father no doubt. You should have seen how excited Katie was to find out that she was finally going to see her father. I just hope he doesn't displace his hatred for me onto her. I'm sure he would like to beat me like the red headed step child that I am, but Shinji wasn't the type of person to hit a woman.

I had called Misato a couple weeks ago, I had told her how I wanted to come back to Japan and set things right. She honestly sounded happy to hear from me, until it clicked in her mind what

I had to set right. I can't say I blame her, but I really took offense to what she said when I told her I had a daughter. I cried for two days because of her.

I didn't tell her Shinji was the father. No one needs to know before he does.

I see the hotel we are staying at two blocks ahead on the left. I awaken Katie from her slumber. "We're here sweetie!" I say to her with a smile on my face. She takes her hands and rubs her eyes before revealing her baby blues to the world. She takes a second to look around before she realizes that we have in fact arrived. "Is daddy here?!" She asks excitedly as I open our door.

"No baby, but mommy promises you will see him soon." I can see the disappointment on her face, she drops her shoulders and nods her head. After exiting the vehicle, I wrestle with getting the luggage out of the trunk because the lazy bastard of a driver couldn't be bothered to help a single mother... Deep breath, in-and-out. I sometimes wonder if being a nicer person is worth the tumor that I inevitably have growing in my stomach from suppressing all of this anger. Stupid tree hugging hippies and their damn anger management techniques... Deep breath, in-and-out.

"Let's get to our room baby." My left eye twitches at my minds refusal to let me give the cabbie the finger. Katie grabs my hand and we walk to the entrance being held open by the doorman. "Good afternoon ladies." The doorman says with a bow. We both smile at him and return the courtesy before entering. The lobby is has an overwhelming feeling of warmth, the large lobby is decorated in earthy tones, the floor looks like a combination of champagne and marble. I can't help but enjoy the sound of my open toed high heals clicking on the marble floor as we walk up to the front desk. I think it has to do with the fact that all men in a fifty foot radius always stare at the chick clicking in her high heels. And for some reason, they seem to get even more excited when said chick is wearing them while wearing a pair of jeans.

"Name please?" Asks the smartly dressed woman behind the mahogany wood counter.

"Asuka Soryu." I state with a smile. The lady pushes some keys on her keyboard before swiping three cards. She puts each card into a separate envelope and writes the room number down on each envelope. "Here are you key cards Miss. Soryu. Please enjoy your stay." She says with a smile. I say my thanks and take the key cards and put all but one in my back pocket. A bell hop had been summoned, he took our bags and escorted us into the elevator to access our third floor room. He seems nice enough, but I can't help but get a strange feeling when I look at him. Maybe it's because he is a poorly disguised section two agent.

"How long has she been waiting for us to arrive." I say after letting out a sigh.

He gives a small chuckle. "Is it that obvious Miss. Soryu?"

"To be honest, I wouldn't have known if it wasn't for the fact that your jacket isn't properly let out in the shoulders enough to hide the strap to your holster." I say nonchalantly.

"Don't worry Miss. Soryu, we are not under orders to detain you." I give him a small smile.

"No, but that person may change her mind when she sees me." He gave a shrug of his shoulders.

"She does seem to be pretty upset, but we are to be stationed here for the duration of your visit, for protective duty."

Great, now I have to be worried about being properly covered at all times. "You guys bugged my room, didn't you?" I place my hands on my hips.

"Of course, but only audio and infrared. That insures you still maintain a certain level of privacy with out a decrease in safety."

"How come she believes I need the protection?" Something is definitely not being said.

"Better safe then sorry." The elevator chimes at our floor. I start to grow nervous with every step taken towards the door. I bet she was the one that set it up so I would be in room 303. Very funny Misato, very funny. Bitch.

"Now if you will excuse me ma'am, I believe you and Commander Katsuragi have some unfinished business to attend with." He gives a lite bow and waves to Katie before heading back to the elevator. "Well baby girl, you ready to meet grandma Misato?" She nods her head. Apparently, she still hasn't grasped the concept of sarcasm. I swipe the card and open the door.

A lump catches in my throat. "Hello, Asuka."

"I-I wasn't expecting to see you here." I mentally slap myself for stuttering. Misato walks up to me and physically slaps me. Hard. Maybe a little too hard. I brace myself against the wall.

"That's for not saying goodbye before leaving." She slapped me again and I fall to my knees against the wall. "That's for not bothering to write or call for five years!" I brace myself for a third slap, however, it becomes apparent as my head bounces off the wall and I fall to the floor that she had hit me with her fist. She says something about hurting Shinji, at least I think that's what she said, everything is disoriented and funny sounding. I fall as I try to pick myself up. My vision goes blurry and the side of my face is smashed up against the carpet. I think I hear Katie crying, or... maybe I'm crying. Oh wait, it's Katie, but I'm unable to comfort her.

"D-Damn Misato." I say as the pain increases in direct relation to my level of consciousness.

"If it wasn't for Kaji, you would have gotten a lot worse." She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. "Now I think you owe me and explanation." She sat in a chair opposite of the couch she put me on. I pinch my nose and hold up my free hand. "J-Just give me a f-few minu... shit. Give me a minute to clear my head."

After a few minutes with my eyes closed I feel a little better. I open my eyes and look at her. She is looking at me defiantly, obviously expecting an explanation. "I left because I had caught Shinji cheating on me." I wince as I touch my cheek.

"Define caught and cheating." Her body movement still suggests a high level of aggression, and based upon her facial expressions, I doubt she believes me. I'm just glad she stopped hitting me. I tell Katie to go to the bedroom and play with her dolls before I tell Misato my story.

Flash Back

I impatiently sat in the examination room, waiting for my doctor to come back in. I had already read the nine year old magazine twice, and now I was trying to find a way to make a rudimentary club out of it in hopes of rendering myself unconscious, or maybe beat a nurse into telling me the results. "Oh I'm sorry Miss Soryu, but only doctors are aloud to give a patient their results." I say sarcastically as I search for a blunt object.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting." Said the middle aged black haired woman as she entered the room. I nodded my head. "So, what's the news?"

"Congratulations, you're pregnant." The doctor gave me a smile.

I stared at her in shock. "I-I'm pregnant?!" I subconsciously rubbed my stomach.

"I take it you weren't planning on this?" This crazy woman who clearly has issues with reality smiled at me.

"N-No, well Shinji wanted to have a baby after college, but we were told I couldn't have kids" I said in disbelief. "There must be a mistake, I can't get pregnant."

"I ran the test twice."

I was still in shock as I made my way out of my doctor's office. I unlocked my white Porsche Cheyenne Turbo S, opened the door and sat in the driver seat. I put my trembling hands on the steering wheel. "I-I'm pregnant." I quickly grabbed my purse and looked for my cellphone, until I remembered leaving it on the counter at home.

I look at my watch and see that Shinji isn't supposed to leave for class for another thirty minutes, so I quickly head out of the parking lot and towards home.

"That stupid bitch told me I couldn't have kids!" I yelled at my steering wheel. The bitch in question was none other then Dr. Ritsuko Akagi. She had said that despite all of my visible injuries being healed when I came back from the ring of life, I still had serious internal injuries. According to her, I only had 93% lung function, 76% liver function and 82% kidney function. But the worst news came when she said my ovaries had been too damaged to function at all. They were just there to take up space. I'll openly admit that I bawled on the spot, but nothing had compared to how hard I cried when I told Shinji. I had always told myself that I didn't want to have kids, but I knew I could if I ever changed my mind. Not anymore. I had been denied the most basic human right. The right to be a parent.

And yet here I am, nineteen and pregnant with my finance's baby. Life can be funny like that sometimes.

"I'm going to kick that perverted baka's ass!" I once again verbally assaulted my steering wheel. I feel angry, but I also feel something else... I don't really know what the feeling is, but it feels nice. And it's not like it's horrible timing or anything, I already graduated college, so I wouldn't be missing out on any schooling, and we both have very large bank accounts, so money isn't an issue. And being pregnant is an excellent excuse to get out of doing any house work.

I was lost in my own little world thinking about this thing growing inside of me. I probably wouldn't have noticed I was home if it wasn't for one little detail...

'Hikari's here? She must be asking Shinji for advice on what do with her stooge boyfriend again.' I thought to myself as I stepped out of my truck and walked up to our front door. I walked into the house and put my purse and keys on the counter, next to my forgotten cellphone. 'That's weird, I thought for sure they would have been in the kitchen.' I shrug my shoulders and then I hear a faint sound.

"Oh my God Shinji!"

My heart skipped a couple beats and my stomach dropped to the floor.

"It's ok Asuka, he's probably just showing her what he got you for your anniversary." My words had no soothing effect.

I quietly started walking around the house, but the more I looked, the more scared I became. 'Please god no.' Went through my mind as I slowly made my way up the stairs. By the time I made it to the last step I could clearly hear the bed squeaking from my bedroom. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I put my hand on the door handle.

'I beg you god, please let me be wrong.' I opened the door.

"Shinji?" I whispered as tears rolled off my cheek. The two adulterers were too preoccupied to notice me standing in the doorway. I slowly backed away from the door until I hit the railing, I had kept myself from breaking down until I had made it to the Suv.

End Flashback

Misato looks at me with a blank expression. "What happened next?"

"I just drove around, I eventually ended up at the airport." I wipe the tears from my cheek. "I just ended up there, so I thought it was a sign to buy a ticket and go back to Germany."

Misato narrows her eyes. "Shinji was having an affair with Hikari?" She shakes her head. "Didn't you tell Toji?"

"No, I may dislike the dumb ass, but he doesn't need to be hurt by my mistakes." I say while I close my eyes to try and stop my tears.

"How is Shinji cheating on you your mistake?"

I clear my throat before answering. "I-I didn't treat him good enough, so he was forced to find emotional support somewhere else." A couple more tears make their way down my cheek.

Misato looks at me like I have a dildo strapped to my head. She lowers her head and pinches her nose. "That is the stupidest fucking thing you have ever said Asuka."

"Misato, if I had just shown him how much I loved him a little more often then I did, then maybe he wouldn't have cheated!" I place my right hand on my left arm and stare at my thighs.

"But it's not like you weren't like that before you two started dating!" Misato swung her arms through the air. I look up to her and give her a confused look. "If he wasn't ok with the way you acted, then he should have never asked you out in the first place!" Misato said loudly.

"I-I... No, your wrong!" I shout. "It's my fault!" This is the first time that thought has seemed a little off.

"Asuka, who told you it was your fault?" I look at Misato, but I find that I can't keep eye contact with her. "Shinji wouldn't hurt me unless I had already hurt him." I wrap my arms around my stomach, yet find no comfort.

"Who told you it was your fault?" I flinch at the harshness in her voice.

"My father, when I moved back in." I said softly.

"You moved back in with your dad?!" Misato obviously remembered how much I hated that man. He was almost as bad of a father as Shinji's dad, the big difference between the two is that my dad didn't try to kill off the entire human race. We often joked about how when we would be married, we wouldn't have to worry about putting up with any in-laws. Which reminds me, I should probably go visit Yui's grave before too long. I didn't know her, and Shinji and I are no longer together, but back in Germany, I learned that his mom and my mom were actually friends. Plus she still is Katie's Grandma, and I also really want to tell her how much of an asshole her son has been.

I nod my head and wipe away my tears. "I was only there for a couple days, once he learned that I was going to be an unwed mother..." I pause to keep myself from sobbing. "H-He said he didn't want some worthless little whore living under his roof." I covered my face as I can no longer stop from sobbing. Misato gives me a couple minutes to compose myself before asking her next question.

"Asuka, I take it Shinji is the father of your child?" I can see that her face has softened, or maybe it's just because my vision is still blurry from the tears.

"Yes." I wait for Misato to call me a lair, but she just stares at me.

"Your positive?"

"He was, and still is, the only person I have ever been intimate with." Misato jerks in response as I wipe away a tear. It's been so long that I can't even remember what it's like to be intimate.

"After all this time? Why?" I look at her as if she was stupid. "K-Katie needs a mother more then I need... w-well anything, her life is more important than mine."

"But Asuka, you could have a life and still been a good mother. You don't need to worry about turning out like your mother." Misato moved from the chair to the seat right next to me. I lost all control of my tears as she pulled me into a hug. I haven't cried as hard as I am now in years, well, five years to be more specific. But what do you expect? You try going for that long thinking that yourself, as an entity, is unlovable and you are incapable of doing anything for yourself without it hurting your daughter? And let's not forget that this is the only emotional support I have had – aside from my daughter – since I left.

I still don't know if I believe I didn't push him into her arms, but I do know I didn't force him. He had options, yet he chose to cheat.

I cry in relief of my guilt; I cry because he had chosen to partake in an activity that would hurt me.


Misato runs her hand through my hair as I start to get a grip on myself. Apparently I have cried long enough for Katie to come out of the bedroom and fall asleep on the love seat. Misato releases her grip as I sit up and adjust my shirt. She gently moved a strand of hair from in front of my face before caressing my cheek with the back of her hand.

"How did your pregnancy go?" Misato asked as she stood up and went to the small kitchen to get a wash rag.

"It was hard because I was alone, and yet knowing I had a child growing in me made it so I didn't feel so alone." I took the rag and cleaned up my face.

"Shit." Misato let's out a sigh and pinches her nose. "Hikari was pregnant shortly after you left." My body starts trembling and my mind goes blank. I blink a couple times before responding.

"Y-You don't t-think, d-do you?" I see her mouth moving in response to my question, but I can't hear anything over the sound of my heart breaking all over again.

"M-Maybe it's just a coincidence?" I say to myself more then anything.

"I think it's best if we just don't worry about that right now. I think what is most important is to figure what kind of role Shinji is going to play in his daughters life." Misato holds her face in her hands. I stay silent as I contemplate the possibilities.

"Katie is anxious to meet her father, I don't know if I am ready to see him though."

"Let's worry about that tomorrow, why don't you and Katie come to my house with me, I know Kaji wants to meet her and I need a drink."

I nod my head. "Will you watch Katie while I jump in the shower real quick?"

Luckily for me and Katie, Misato has toned down her driving to a level that is only some what reckless. At least she stops at red lights now, well, most of them. Katie finds her driving amusing to say the least. She has been giggling and clapping her hands for the last eight blocks, while I find myself actively trying to keep the contents of my stomach down. I never used to get motion sickness before I got pregnant, I also didn't have to watch my weight as much either. I used to be able to eat anything, but now I have steady regiment of running three miles in the morning, followed by an hour or two of yoga in the evening. Needless to say, all of that exercise has really payed off. My stomach, butt, legs, arms and waist are all nice and tight, while my breasts – having my breast go to a 36c cup was the second best thing to come from my pregnancy – are perky and firm thanks to not being able to breastfeed. Apparently, I am unable to produce enough milk, so Katie had to be put on formula from the get go. I have this magnificent body, and yet no one to show it off to. Maybe I can get Misato to go to the beach with me...

Speaking of Misato, she is staring at me questioningly. "Is there a problem?" I cock my head to the side and look at her funny. I then notice why she asked. Apparently during my speech about my body, I had decided to feel my breasts. My face flashes red and I stutter. "I-I was just thinking about my body." Misato laughs.

"Well Asuka, I don't blame you, if I was a lesbian, and I didn't see you as some sort of a daughter figure, I would totally do you."

"Misato!" I yell in shock.

"What? I was just telling you that your hot. You should be flattered."

"So, what do you think Kaji will think?" I wear a devilish grin on my face.

"Hey, as long as he doesn't say your name in bed tonight I don't care." I know Misato is the king of messing with people, But Asuka Langley Soryu isn't competing in the lite weight division anymore.

I lean in close to her ear while I whisper, "Maybe if your lucky," I place my hand on her inner thigh, "Tonight you will be saying my name."

"Asuka!" Misato shouted before she could stop her self. She stopped at the light and looked at me. "You've learned well, grasshopper."

I can't help but smile. "Thanks."

"All joking aside, I think Kaji will be even more worried about you, once he sees how well you've... um, Grown up, so to speak." Misato flips on the indicator for a left turn. "And I think he is going to be mentally slapping himself when ever your around, so make sure you flaunt it really hard. It's been awhile since I have had anything to yell at him about."

I can't help but laugh. "You want him to check me out so you can yell at him?"

"How do you think I get him to do the projects I want done around the house?" She says as she pulls the car into the driveway of a Victorian styled two story house. It's definitely not something you would expect to see in Japan.

"Wow Misato, your home is beautiful." I say with an awe struck look on my face. However, she looks at me like I'm stupid. "But Asuka, you h... Oh, that's right, you left right before we had this built." We all exit out of the vehicle.

"Speaking of houses, if you didn't live with your dad, where did you live?" Misato asked as she opened the front door.

"I was still waiting on my account to be transferred over to the bank in Germany, so I had to stay in a homeless shelter for two nights... Why are you laughing?"

"S-Sorry," She pauses to wipe away a tear. "Just can't imagine you being at a homeless shelter."

"Having your heartbroken by your fiancée and best friend, and then having your father treat you like a dirty little whore tends to strip away your pride." I say with a little bit of venom.

Misato looses her smile and nods. She opened her mouth to say something when she was interrupted by Kaji. "Hello Asuka."

I give a smile and walk up and hug him. "Hi Kaji." It's a little weird to think this, but his hug makes me feel accepted.

I let out a little sniffle and we separated. I wiped the tears in my eyes away and introduced Katie. "This my daughter Katie. Katie, this is your grandpa Kaji." Katie doesn't hesitate to reach her arms out to him, Kaji smiles and picks her up. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Katie."

Katie smiles. "I have never met any of my family before."

Kaji keeps his smile as he asks her a question. "Haven't you ever met your fathers family?"

Katie eyes lit up and she grew excited. "I've never met my daddy, but my mama promises that I will get tot meet him really soon!"

Kaji's smile drops and he looks at me, confused, before putting Katie down. "Misato, why don't you take Katie into the living room and turn on cartoons for her." Misato nodded her head and took Katie's hand. "She has never met her father?" Kaji says with anger in his voice.

I place my right hand on my left arm. "Her father doesn't know he is a father."

"Your kidding me." I shake my head no. "Do you even know who the father is?"

I give Kaji a disgusted look. "I know who the father is, I just haven't spoken to him in five years."

Kaji looks at me confused, again. "Why?"

I tell Kaji my story up until this point. He seems to take it pretty well. "So, I missed out on five years of your life because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants?" Maybe he didn't take it so well.


"Why didn't you come to me?" Kaji gently puts his hands onto my arms.

"I didn't know what to do, so I just ran away." I put my arms around his back and lay my head on his chest. He places an arm around my shoulder and places a hand on the back of my head. We stay like that for a few moments before joining Misato and Katie in the living room. Misato had found some coloring pencils and some blank notebook paper. They were both working on drawing a house, Misato made the shapes and Katie colored them in.

For a second, I almost felt like this was my home.

A/N: What did you think? Is it worth continuing or should I leave the writing to the people that can actually write?