Point of View, by Bolivar Q. Shagnasty and the Composer

Disclaimer: We don't own EVA. We don't even really own this fic.

In The Closet

Misato yawned, passing the mostly filled out test forward, time just being called on the history test. She didn't feel really bad about how she did on the test, noting that in the immediate future, there would be more important things than test scores for Shinji to worry about. Plus, she had other things she'd rather do while being a teenage boy besides aceing tests.

The lunch chime sounded. Misato grinned, her designs on Asuka coming closer to fruition. She gathered Shinji's school supplies into his black bag and quickly ran past the redhead, giving her behind a firm swat. As Newton predicted, Asuka quickly gave chase.

Misato quickly zig-zagged through the school's hallways, the sound of Asuka's rampage getting fainter and fainter. Finally, when sure she was safe, she leaned against a wall for support, catching her breath. "I better start going to the gym... Shinji's fitness is pathetic..." She snickered. "No wonder he doesn't chase girls...he must know he wouldn't last long."

Misato leaned around the corner, keeping an eye out for the aggreived redhead. A quiet voice behind her said, "Ikari." She yelped, and spun on the spot. "Oh. Rei. You startled me." "We have a sync test at 1700 tonight." Rei's voice was as flat as ever. "In case you forgot, I felt that I

"Yeah. Don't worry, I'll be there." Rei blinked. "You must not be feeling well. For a change, you are looking at my face, instead of my breasts."

Misato quickly glanced down at Rei's breasts. "Is that better?" Rei's expression changed. "Who are you?" "Huh?" Misato blinked. "What do you mean, Rei?" "Ikari-kun would not have looked down after such a comment. Ikari-kun usually calls me Ayanami, not Rei." She tilted her head slightly. "And Ikari-kun would be blushing badly at this point."

The sounds of the rampaging red storm started to grow louder, drawing closer. "Well, umm, look Rei. Let's discuss this in private, alright?" Misato asked, quickly opening the janitor's closet door. "Very well," said Rei. She turned and walked casually into the closet. Misato followed her hurriedly, shut the door, and slid the janitor's mop bucket against it.

"You realize that the door opens outward?"

"So?"

Rei indicated the bucket. "Placing the mop bucket against it will not stop Asuka from opening it."

"Oh." She shrugged, and looked for a lock. "Why is there no lock on this side?"

"Very rarely do people attempt to break into the school from within the janitor's closet." She paused. "If I may ask, who are you? You look like Ikari-kun. You may even smell like him."

"Smell?"

"Changing the subject will not change one singular fact: you are not him."

"Well, if I'm not Shinji, who am I?"

"Attempting to redirect the question will also not work. I must inform the Commander about this," Rei stated. She turned and reached for the door handle. Misato put her arm up, blocking Rei's exit.

"Alright, I'll tell you." Rei paused. "Regardless of who you really are, I will most likely have to tell the Commander of this in any event."

"What if there's a good reason why you shouldn't?" Rei considered this, then said, "If the reason is sufficient, I could be

persuaded to hold my silence." "All right. I'm Captain Katsuragi." Rei blinked. "Due to some unknown influence, Shinji and I switched bodies. Or minds. Whatever the cause, he's currently me and I'm him." "So what is the reason you wish me to stay silent?"

Misato shrugged. "Well, to be perfectly honest, we don't know what caused the switch. But I think we can figure it out; we have a few leads. But if someone finds out, it can damage our ability to trace the cause."

"What evidence do you have to support this?"

"None, but we're operating on the basis that what we don't know, can definitely hurt us."

"Switch?" Rei asked, puzzled. "Then you are..." "I'm Misato, but I have to act like Shinji, to keep people from finding out."

"Your acting skills need work."

"You sound like you believe me, though, which is good," Misato stated.

"It sounds believable enough, if I had to be honest,"

"What part of this sounds believeable?" Misato scratched her head. "I have difficulty believing it, and I'm living it."

"You and Ikari switching bodies is more believeable than Shinji not staring at my breasts."

"Speaking of," Misato started. "I must be honest, Rei. I am feeling a bit curious..."

"About the differences between your old body and your new one? I am surprised that you have not already explored the differences."

"Five minutes over a toilet bowel is hardly adequate," she muttered. "Only five minutes?" Rei looked surprised. "I have heard that males had less endurance, but I thought it was better than that."

"I was in a hurry, all right? Shinji was outside the door, freaking out. However, if you are interested in helping for a more prolonged experiment..." Rei considered this, then asked, "In what way would I benefit from such an experiment?"

"A better understanding of the workings of a male body? And surely Shinji wouldn't mind."

"As Shinji is not currently inhabiting this body, I doubt he would gain any benefit from such an experiment. As to the 'better understanding', a visit to the library would give me more complete information, with a broader sample base, less effort and no risk."

"Trust me, books don't come close to actual tactile knowledge."

"It would be unwise to attempt intercourse in such a confined area, during the middle of the school day, regardless of any benefit to the experiment."

"Well, there's always oral sex..." Misato offered, half joking. The albino considered this. "While that would be safer, I still do not see the benefit..."

"Look, I'm just horny, alright?"

"'Horny?'"

"I haven't gotten laid in a week and a half, and I don't think Shinji ever has!

I've been walking around with a friggin' tent pole, and I can't get rid of it."

"I understand. Sexual frustration."

"Among other kinds," muttered Misato.

"So your request for an 'experiment' was more to attempt to attain relief from an uncomfortable physical situation."

"Yeah." She shrugged. "More or less."

"This I can understand." Misato watched as the albino girl knelt down on the floor in front of her. "If you could please work the zipper, Captain?"

"Waitaminute! You mean all I had to do was ask?"

"If you can admit to curiosity, so can I."

'Man, Shinji must really be lame,' Misato thought to herself as she fumbled the zipper

The zipper pulled down, and Misato pulled Shinji's boxers down, freeing her new curious friend. She looked at Rei's blank stare and wasn't sure to feel amused or offended. "It's actually quite big for his age," Misato defended. "I would have no way of knowing the difference. However, the fact that it is not a meter in length leads me to believe that other boys were...exaggerating."

Misato snickered at that. "Now Rei, you will want to start gently," Misato started instructing. "Light kisses."

"I should have mentioned before that I have no idea what is required."

"What? It isn't mentioned in anything that you've read?"

"Commander Ikari failed to put it on my reading list."

"Never mind that. I have enough experience to direct you through this," Misato quipped. "Now you want to use your tongue, but do it slowly," Rei gently and slowly licked the tip of his penis. Misato gasped at the contact, then said, "Not just the tip. Along the underside."

Rei nodded and followed the instruction given. "Mmm." Misato grinned. "I think I see why guys like this so much." Rei worked her way from testicles from tip, evidently trying to ensure that she didn't miss even a square millimeter. Her tongue left the tip on each stroke with flick, causing Shinji's dick to twitch in her hand.

"That feels good, Rei." Misato sighed in pleasure. "Want to move to the next step?" Rei nodded.

"Put it into your mouth."

Rei looked down at her prize. "Is that sanitary?"

"Trust me, I scrubbed it clean this morning. Used soap and everything."

"I see." Rei examined her handful, then opened her mouth and slowly drew him in.

"Ah!" Misato inhaled sharply. "Careful of the teeth! They don't feel so good."

Rei could only make an affirmative sound. However, she didn't move, merely holding the tip of Misato's borrowed tool in her mouth. To her surprise, Misato found this remarkably pleasant in itself. "Must remember this for later. But for now, Rei, you need some motion here." Rei slowly brought her head forward on the shaft, the motion gave Misato time to gasp again. 'What she lacks in experience she makes up for in willingness' Misato thought. "Good, very good. Now a bobbing action is traditional.." She started, only to gasp again as Rei obeyed.

Her motions were smooth, and almost excruciatingly slow; Misato had little mind left to be impressed. But her technique was, for obvious reasons, unpractised; when she could speak again, Misato advised, "A little more pressure from the tongue on the drawback. And remember that the head is the most sensitive part, especially on the underside."

Rei pulled off the shaft entirely and said, "If I overstimulate it, we would fail to determine the upper limits of your body's endurance."

"So you're taking it slow, huh?" Misato asked. "You're a fast learner."

"Should I find it a necessary skill, I would prefer to be well versed." She put the tip back in her mouth, tongue pressed against the underside, then slowly slid more back in.

Misato gasped again. "Can't argue here." Rei continued her slow, deliberate motions, her movements were efficent, with a touch of mechanical efficency, but not unpleasant in the least. Misato squinted as she concentrated, attempting to hold back what she felt was building.

"How much can you take without gagging?" Rei paused as she considered this, then leaned in. Misato gasped as Rei took all of her member into her mouth, feeling the head at the back of her throat. "Oh, damn!"

Rei paused, then pulled back again, tongue pressing the underside, then flicking across the tip before she pulled it free.

"Girl, if you can deep-throat that much tube steak in one gulp, you're in the wrong calling." Misato gritted her teeth, willing the release back; she wanted more, dammit! Rei didn't respond, merely continued her motions, her own actions became slightly more erratic, more creative.

Misato leaned forward, and pressed her hands against the wall, her mind became more and more clouded. 'Damn Shinji's untrained libido!' Misato cursed in her head as she kept trying to hold the coming flood back. Misato felt a twitch, one she knew Rei felt as well, because the next second she felt the edges of Rei's lips on the base of Shinji's shaft as she exploded.

It seemed to take long minutes for her to finish draining; the sensation was a lot more intense than it had been this morning. When she regained some level of composure, she looked down at Rei and said, "You didn't have to swallow."

"I did not want anything on my uniform." Misato gathered herself back into her pants, and said, "Thanks, Rei. Believe it or not, I really needed that."

The door opened. "Ah! Finally-" Asuka broke off, at the sight of Rei on her knees in front of Shinji, who was zipping his fly.

"What the hell...?"

Rei dabbed at her lip. "Is there anything on my face?"

"Nope." Shinji sounded remarkably cheerful.

Asuka continued to stare. Rei slowly stood up, and said, "We will be late for class if we do not hurry."

She paused, and added, "Thank you for the instruction, Pilot Ikari, but I fear I will need you to visit later this evening, to return the favour. As we discussed."

Asuka felt her mind break, then and there, her rage replaced by shock and fear. Rei nodded to her, and walked down the hall. Asuka watched her go, her mind still twitching, then she whirled back to Shinji.

"Did...did Rei just..."

Shinji shrugged. "None of your business, really."

"Shinji-Why-" She couldn't seem to manage a full sentence. Shinji merely shrugged again, and said, "Well, since you didn't seem to have the gumption..."

Curses and frantic footsteps echoed through Misato's apartment. Under the most ideal circumstances, Shinji dressing his new body would be a lengthy and labor intensive process. However, with only five minutes of time and a mess in the bathroom to clean, it became utter chaos.

"Goddamn it. I *told* her I was 'sick'...why did she have to insist on me coming in anyway?" He grabbed a bra, considered it and decided that he didn't have time to fight with it right now. Given Misato's work skirt, however, panties were definitely not optional.

Shinji grabbed the cleanest pair he could find, a black number with a nice satin feel, and quickly stepped into them. "Actually, these look really good on this body...Wonder why I never saw them before?" After all, he might live cheek-by-jowl with Misato, and be aggravated by her on most occasions...but he was still a teenage male.

Shinji's moment of admiration quickly snapped back to frantic worry as he looked back at the clock: just three more minutes to get dressed and all he had on was a pair of panties he was only halfsure was clean. "Let's see, skirt... " Shinji muttered as he sorted through Misato's assortment, finally choosing a light brown skirt that looked like they actually approaced the mid-thigh barrier that eluded the rest of her collection.

For a shirt, her closet revealed a few simple white button-up shirts; he chose one at random, then fumbled it on. For some reason, the buttons were on the wrong side of the closure. With mounting frustration, Shinji tore the shirt off and stormed into his former room and quickly pulled a shirt out of his dresser and slipped it on. The shirt was more than a bit snug, but he decided that it would have to do.

Shinji hurriedly buttoned the front buttons, the tightness increasing with each button. The top three buttons, however, refused to budge. Shinji glanced at the mirror, and noted he was mostly covered, enough at least to not get arrested. "It will have to do."

He grabbed her jacket off the hook, threw it on and ran for the elevator. Then paused, doubled back, and grabbed the car keys. Despite his predicament, he couldn't help but chuckle. Finally, he had a chance to play with Misato's expensive toy.

The car sat in the parking lot, looking like it was doing forty klicks while sitting still. The blue body had just been repaired after its last round of abuse at Misato's hands. Competent combat leader she may be, but she drove like she was drunk. Even while sober. Shinji pressed the keyless entry button, and the car chirped. He opened the door, half afraid of something exploding, but all was safe. Shinji slid into the car, then reached beneath the chair for a second to adjust the seat, then slapped himself on the forehead. "Idiot, it's alreayd set for me!"

Luckily, the car had an automatic transmission; he felt reasonably confident that he could make it go. He inserted the key into the proper slot, and gave it a turn. The electric motor spooled up the flywheel. He reached into the breast pocket of her jacket, extracted her sunglasses, opened them with a flick and settled them on his nose.

Then paused. That motion had been far too smooth and natural for him. "Guess it must be instinct for this body. Start car, don sunglasses. Like that Pavlov guy."

"Let's see...reverse..." Shinji muttered to himself as he pulled back on the car's gearshift. The car lurched backward, and Shinji realized he'd forgotten the brakes.

Luckily, nothing was behind him, and he brought the car around through the reverse turn until the nose pointed towards the street.

"Forward..." He glanced down at the gear indicators. There was 'D', '1' and '2'. Misato usually used 'D', but he figured that was because it was the

fastest. He selected '2'.

The car jolted forward. Shinji realized he was using too much gas and eased off the accelerator. The car was moving more normally now, and he brought it out onto the street.

Ritsuko looked up at the clock. "You're early." Misato glanced at her watch. "I thought I was ten minutes late."

"For you, that's five minutes early."

"Well, I would've been on time - for a switch - if I hadn't gotten stopped by a cop," Misato grumbled.

"NERV is getting tired of paying your traffic citations."

"He let me go with a warning this time."

"Gee. I wonder why?" Ritsuko looked pointedly at the shirt. "That's a

bit...small for you, isn't it."

"I had to grab one of...Shinji's."

"Had to jump him didn't you?"

"It's not like that!" Misato shook her head, and added, "I just didn't have any clean."

"You've shown up often enough in a dirty shirt."

"Can we just get this examination finished?"

"Sure." Ritsuko indicated the bed. "You know what to do."

"Actually," she started as she sat on the bed, "Could you walk me through it again. I think my head's still not clear."

Ritsuko sighed. 'Why does she always have to be so difficult? Well, I can make this plenty difficult for her too.'

"Strip, everything off," she instructed, "I'm going to go grab my instruments." Misato started nervously undressing. Ritsuko kept one eye on her as she

started laying out the instruments she'd need. "You don't *look* hung over...maybe you really are ill."

"If I'm ill, it might be contagious...maybe I shouldn't be here? I could pass it on to the next patient."

"I *do* sterilize my equipment between uses, you know." Ritsuko eyed Misato wearily, noting the way she was using her arms to cover herself after she finished stripping. Being self-conscious was hardly like Misato, especially around another woman. "Sit down. Lie back, feet in the stirrups."

Patients and nurses stopped and stared at the scream from the examination room.