And still Shinji could only hang his head and sigh. He just wanted to die -- before all of these horrible things had happened. Before he'd come to Tokyo-3, before he'd had to kill Touji, before he'd had to kill Kaworu--
His train of thought was interrupted by Asuka's continued shouts.
"Touch me! Just touch me of your own free will, I DARE YOU!"
"What's the point?"
She shuddered with rage and finally slapped him roughly. The force of the blow almost knocked him off his feet and Asuka took the opportunity to push him to the floor. Before he could even protest, she grabbed him by the wrists and began dragging him to her bedroom.
He started to show signs of life then, frowning up at her in surprise. She scowled at him with the rage of a thousand angry internet tough guys.
"Yeah? What? You going to grow a pair yet, Shinji-kun?" She deposited him on her futon like an inanimate lump. "Don't just LOOK at me like an idiot! DO SOMETHING!" She stood over him, fists balled up on her hips, her uniform blouse still untucked and wide open.
Lying down beneath her, Shinji could see sweat glistening on her chest above the white lace of her bra and inside her thighs from the heat of the world's endless summer. It was slightly tantalizing, but his depression was overwhelming. He lolled his head back with a lame sigh.
"Yeah that's what I thought," Asuka spat, rolling her eyes. "You're pathetic. On the verge of manhood, on the verge of DEATH, probably, and you don't even have the balls to take what's in front of you.
"Well that's just fine," she continued, her frustration almost palpable. She shoved her skirt down, then her panties, and stepped out of them before kneeling between Shinji's legs and yanking off her bra. "Because I'll just TAKE what I want then."