Nightmare
Twitter Drabble #6
Years of sharing a room - and later on a bed - with Asuka taught Mari a lot of her partner's behavior when she sleeps. Such as the nightmares about her past that seemed to torment her ever single night.
Sometimes those dreams would wake Asuka up, sometimes they made her even more closed off than she already was, and sometimes the nightmares were so bad that redheaded girl was crying, shaking and screaming. Those were the cases that left Mari waking up first, watching as Asuka lived through the painful feeling of Unit 03 and herself being infected by the ninth angel, the feeling of Unit 01 ripping her Eva apart and the feeling of the entryplug's walls being crushed, breaking her body once more.
That's how it usually was, but tonight was diffrent. Asuka had been crying, mumbling something in...German? It must have been German since Mari was as fluent in English and Japanese as Asuka was yet didn't understand a single thing.
"Hey Princess, I don't really know what you're saying but you gotta wake up, okay?", Mari tried while carefully shaking Asuka, who didn't seem to take notice.
"Come on, this isn't the time to be stubborn, your Highness...", the brunette said. This time shaking her roommate harder than before seemed to do the trick and Asuka woke up, gasping out the word "Mama" as she did.
"Ich uh...Four-eyes?"
"Hey Princess...a nightmare?"
Asuka swallowed, her hand resting on her throat as she spoke, "Yeah it was, sorry I woke you up."
"Was it the one about Unit 03 or....?", the taller girl trailed off, waiting for some sort of confirmation of her theory.
"My mother.", Asuka simply stated.
It was all Mari needed to hear to move over to where the smaller girl was sitting, extending her arms towards her but stopping for a moment, "Is it alright if I hug you?"
The redheaded girl swallowed again and took a deep breath, her voice sounded like she was holding back a sob, "Yes."
Then in the matter of mere seconds Asuka was settled in her British partner's embrace, crying her soul out. It had become a ritual, an unspoken rule that they never talked about these moments outside of their quarters where it was just them.
After moments of sobbing filling their small room Asuka finally moved again to look at Unit 08's pilot, "Hey Mari?"
"Mhm?"
"Are...are you going to leave me?", there was uncertainty and fear in the smaller girl's tone and her grip on Mari's waist tighten a little.
"Oh Princess, not a chance in hell," the girl started, "If Third Impact can't get rid of me then nothing will, which means you and me are stuck with eachother for eternity."
It was so over the top, was so Mari that Unit 02's pilot had to laugh at how terrible that was, but also in relief. Mari had jokingly said it, and yet it carried enough truth to reassure Asuka that someone still cared, still loved her.
"Besiiiiiides~", the British girl sing sang, her face wore that stupid smug smirk she always had and Asuka never wanted to punch someone this bad, "why would I leave you if I can kiss you instead, dummy?"
And so she did.