Asuka - Noir by Thekobs on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

In the neon-drenched cesspool of Tokyo-3, where rain slicked streets reflected the flickering glow of a dying city, Asuka Langley Soryu was a splash of crimson against the perpetual grey. Clad in the form-fitting scarlet plugsuit, a uniform that clung to her with a second-skin intimacy, she wasn't some damsel in distress. No, Asuka was a flame burning defiant against the encroaching shadows.

Her cerulean hair, usually kept in a wild mess of spiky defiance, was slicked back in this unforgiving light, revealing the sharp angles of her face. Her sapphire eyes, usually sparkling with a tempestuous fire, were narrowed to slits, scanning the grimy alleyway with a jaded cynicism that belied her fourteen years. They were eyes that had seen horrors most adults wouldn't believe, eyes that held the glint of a honed killer, a child soldier sculpted by a world gone mad.

The crimson of her plugsuit, once a symbol of hope and resilience against the encroaching Angels, now seemed to mock the situation. It was a beacon in the dark, advertising her allegiance to NERV, the organization that simultaneously protected and exploited her. The once pristine fabric was now a tapestry of grime and dried blood, a testament to the grim reality of her existence.

As Asuka stalked through the trash-strewn alley, the silence was broken only by the rhythmic click of her combat boots against the slick pavement. Her gloved hand, usually held arrogantly at her hip, gripped a battered case containing the remnants of her childhood – a half-broken music player and a single, scratched CD of a forgotten pop idol. It was a feeble attempt to salvage a semblance of normalcy in a world teetering on the brink.

In this neon-noir nightmare, Asuka Langley Soryu wasn't a hero. She was a survivor, a child prodigy thrust into a war she never asked for. She was a flicker of defiance in a dying world, a red stain on the grimy canvas of Tokyo-3.