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Desired Effects	By : Henryjamesthefith Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 11727 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Asuka was the first to re-gather her wits. Sohryu was looking at Shinji, a worried expression on her face. It was replaced by a quick flash of surprise and then annoyance as Asuka grabbed her by the arm and pulled her from the table to her room.

“Hey, what the hell!”

Asuka slammed the door shut, then whirled on the protesting girl.

“No, those are my words! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Sohryu let out a frustrated groan. “I was just trying to get the bed situation resolved! ‘Coz I am as sure as heck not sleeping with you, bitch!”

“Well why didn’t you ask Misato!? I mean, talk about perverts! You just proved you are a fake! There’s no way I’d ask such a thing!”

Sohryu could have advanced. Slapped her in the face. Even screamed a profanity at Asuka. But all she did was stare at her mirror image, a look of angry sadness on her face.

Asuka smirked. “Not so tough after all, are we? Well, being me ain’t so easy!”

Sohryu then dropped her eyes. The girl wrapped her arms around herself, obviously deep in thought.

“Well, do have anything else to say? Or are you gonna own up at-“

She was interrupted by a soft sob. Originating from the other girl, it was suppressed, almost inaudible to most. But to Asuka, it could just as well been blared out on a loudspeaker.

“Ach, Gott! Wieso heulst du jetzt schon wieder?”

Dangerously close to tears, Sohryu sat down where she stood, hugging her legs to herself. Another sob escaped her lips.

“I can’t believe I’m seeing this!”

Asuka then tore past her mirror image and straight to the comforts of the couch, angrily grabbing the remote and switching to some generic action series.

Misato eyed her for a few moments as shinji cleared the table away, earning a distracted thanks from the head of the household.

The door to Asuka's room was still open, and after a few minutes, crying could be heard from the room. Misato heard it, just as Asuka turned up the volume to drown it out. Shinji didn't, and kept on washing the dishes, unaware of the other redhead's lack of self-control, as Asuka so generously mumbled from the living room.

Misato knocked at the open door before entering, and cautiously stayed there as she asked to enter.

"Asuka… can I come in?"

Sohryu had her face buried in her elbows, her knees drawn up to it, pushing against her eyes and running with slowly dripping tears that fell to the floor, soaking into the carpet. She noticed the lack of light as her guardian blocked it from the hallway. Teary-eyed, she sniffed and nodded as Misato asked again.

The woman closed the door behind herself and moved to her, sitting down next to her, her legs stretched out in front of her, her hands loosely in her lap and her head slightly hung down, eyes on her knees.

Sohryu calmed down, her sniffles growing smaller and far apart.

After four minutes, she was quiet, and sat in the same position as Misato had found her in, sans the tears.

"So… what's up?"

Misato's soft words provoked a small laugh from the girl. "I get in the plug, black out, and wake up with a bitch calling herself Asuka on my lap. What do you think is up?"

Misato nodded. Okay, this is getting stranger every minute. Let's cut to the chase…

"Look, I can't imagine what you're going through… I can't really say I've ever heard of this kinda situation, so I'm gonna have to ask a few… weird questions, okay?"

Sohryu nodded.

"All right. Now, how far back do your memories go?"

The girl looked at her guardian, frowning. "All the way, why?"

"What do you mean, all the way?"

The girl first gave her an annoyed look, then sighed. "I dunno… as far back as anyone could, I guess…"

"Do you remember the last angel?"

This got a snort from her charge. "Yeah! We sure as heck had the most boring encounter ever"

Misato nodded. "Okay, can you remember meeting Shinji the first time?"

Sohryu's expression changed completely. "…Yes… how could I forget?"

Misato almost reeled at that smile she gave her. Okay, we have a winner… just at what contest?

"And the training?"

"Yup. All of it. I grew up in Germany, graduated there too, and kicked ass the first time we piloted. So what?"

Misato drew a deep breath. All right, time for the big guns.

"And… before? Before you were transferred to NERV-Germany?"

Sohryu snorted. "Nah. I can only remember having people of NERV around me. I can't even remember mom's face…"

Misato's hear began to pump harder.

"And you're sure about that? Nothing you want to keep from me?"

Sohryu grew slightly annoyed. "What do you mean by that?"

Misato smiled and laid a hand on her shoulder, reassuringly tightening her grip. “Nah, just asking. Just wanting to make sure, is all…”

“Sure about what?”

“That you’re both the same-“

“I am sure as hell not her! How could I be… how, Misato? Oh god why me!”

She descended into tears again. She tried to suppress them, only partially succeeding.

Misato wasn’t really sure what she should do. Never the less, she reached out and pulled her charge into a hug.

“Look, I really hate to tell you, but you are both the same, apart from some small differences. I’m sure we can work this out…”

“This is a nightmare, and I’m gonna wake up soon. It has to be… “

Misato just held her, letting the redhead mutter her words into her shoulder.

“You don’t really like her, do you?”

Asuka shook her head. Well, as best as you could while in Misato’s shoulders.

“So… who do you like?”

That made the girl tense, ever so slightly. She could feel the smile on Sohryu’s face.

“I… I like Shinji. A lot…”

“Yeah, so we heard just now.”

Asuka pulled away. “Wait! No not like that-no… well, not right…. now… maybe later but I don’t wanna do anything stu-“

She was silenced by a finger to the lips.

“S’okay. I’m not telling. At least, not directly. Ah, the teasing material you just gave me… awesome!”

Sohryu’s eyebrows almost flew off her head. “Hey! What do you mean!”

“Oh, nothing, nothing. So, how about you come and confront… well, yourself, for lack of better terms?”

The redhead’s expression darkened instantly. “No way”

Misato sighed. “All right. I’ll go talk to her. Come out when you want to. You know, Shinji might need some help with the dishes…”

Sohryu’s eyes darted to the door, a torn expression on her face.

The woman patted her shoulder. “Well, I’m off. See ya!”

She left her thinking, and made her way to the second Second Child.

“…I know what you did to me! And even if you say we’re alike, I will never work with you!”

The TV continued to hurl gunshots at the watching girl. Not that she was paying any attention or anything.

“Asuka, can we talk?”

She kept her eyes on the screen. “Whatever…”

Misato sat next to her. On screen, a movie rated way beyond Asuka’s age limit continued to glorify violence in a spectacular, vivid way. Misato figured that if the pilots could rip angels apart, they sure as hell could take harmless people cutting each other up. Okay, Shinji didn’t like to see them, but Asuka seemed to like the gory ones. No real surprise there…

“Asuka… “

The girl just stared at the TV. The characters on-screen mover, but her eyes seemed to be fixed slightly behind the set. About five miles, if Misato guessed right.

“You know, she’s the same as you-“

“We’re nothing alike! How dare you say such a thing!”

The redhead whirled on her, the remote pointed at her accusingly. Misato smirked and just kept going.

“She looks like you, sounds like you, even has your personality.. if a bit more open than you”

Asuka’s stare could have burned a hole through an at field. Fortunately for us, Asuka was not Ramiel, so we won’t need that sniper rifle, thank you very much.

She huffed, still angry at, well, everyone in the vicinity, “herself” included.

“Ritsuko showed me the report. Well, I sorta forced her to. 100 percent match, Asuka. She’s your exact copy. It’s a fact neither you nor anyone else can deny. So if I was you, I’d at least try to be nice to the girl, okay?”

Asuka hrumphed, directed her gaze to the not-so-epic battle unfolding on the screen.

Stubborn, as always…. Let’s approach this from another angle…

“You know, she likes Shinji… does that mean-“

“NO! who in their right mind would like and idiot like that?! I mean, come on!”

“You know, I didn’t say anything about you liking him… unless, of course….”

Asuka started spluttering, then descended into a cacophony of raging incoherence.

Shinji peeked around the corner, curious as to what was going on, just as Sohryu decided to come out of her room.

Asuka chose that moment to get up and walk right past the two and slam the door in everyone's face.

About ten seconds later, the door opened and Asuka grabbed her shoes, then stormed right back out again. Shinji coughed, catching both of their attention. "uh… what's going on?"

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"Stupid Shinji and stupid Misato and stupid… stupid…"

Asuka clenched her fists as she realized she had nothing else to call the copy. Well, she settled at "Fucking Bitch!", but realized it was rather unspecific.

So she made her way to the next phone booth, and called the only sane person she knew.

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"Well, its official now. Asuka's staying at Hikari's place tonight, so you can stop worrying about her now. She just needs some time, is all"

Shinji visibly relaxed next to Sohryu. She was sitting a bit further away than before, and had her head resting in her hands. Her eyes watched him as he folded his phone and set it down on the table. He was just about to call his friends to look for her, but the fact that Misato had almost threatened him at gunpoint not to was something of a hindrance.

After all, he would have to explain the situation tot eh two. Which was something he had no interest in doing yet. Or rather, not ever. If he could help it, that was.

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"So… does that mean you're free tomorrow evening?"

Hikari lay next to her friend, after having listened to the girl's rant about a certain brown-haired idiot and her guardian, and some other redheaded hussy.

"Tch. Yeah, why?"

"Well, you see.. my sister's been bugging me for a while to ask you something… or rather, to do something…"

Asuka rolled her eyes. Why did the Japanese always sound like they were apologizing toe everything they said?

"Sure, shoot"

"Well, there's this guy she knows. He's been asking and asking to go out with you for a week now. It's only once, and you can say no, if you don't wanna-"

"Anyone is better than the idiots I have to deal with right now, so yeah, I'll go. Maybe he's like Kaji…"

"You mean that cool smooth guy who never shaves?"¨

"Yeah, it's good to know what a real man looks like every now and then after working with a housebroken male stooge like Shinji all the time…"

Well, conversation turned to stuff males shudder to write about.

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Meanwhile, Sohryu was rather unhappy in her victory. After all it was a victory by disqualification, of sorts. The other contestant leaving the ring gives absolutely no satisfaction at all to a battle unfought.

She turned to her side, resting her gaze on the wall between her and Shinji.

It felt odd, that moment when she saw him relax about Asuka, hr other self.

You're gonna have to accept her, you know. She's you, 100 percent match…

How? How could she accept a second self, prying her way into her life as a pilot, as a member of an organization defending mankind against huge, seemingly unyielding monsters they called angels?

Stupid Shinji. It's all his fault.

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Shinji sort of sneezed in his sleep. An action Sohryu watched with tense anticipation as she stopped creeping towards the boy.

If anything, he hasn't changed at all, at least. And with… her in the picture… I don't know if this will go well. I hope he stays asleep.

Ever so softly, she lies down next to the boy. Lying with her burning cheeks away from him, she relaxes her body, sensing the soft heat his back radiated from himself.

Just a few moments, is all I need. Just a few minutes, then I'll go back to bed….

She heard his breathing, slowly and regularly leave his body. It was something she could not help but smile at. In all her memories, her almost-closeness to Shinji were the fondest she had, apart from victoriously piloting her Eva.

She let her eyes close, swearing that she would just rest them for a bit.

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And so, it was not long until Sohryu was woken by a soft prod in the shoulder.

"Mnh… just a few more minutes… go 'way…"

"Ahem"

She snuggled against the nice, warm pillow underneath her head. Her whole body felt the warmth it usually did when not fully awake, dreading the coldness of the harsh morning air on her skin.

"Asuka…. I think it's best if you get up real quick…."

The voice was whispering. Slightly annoyed at the intrusion, she gazed sleepily at the offending person kneeling in front of her.

"What is it already?"

"look, Ritsuko and I am going to a wedding tonight, and I think we really need to get you some clothes, so if you would get up now and leave Shinji alone again, we could get this day started without massive blood loss"

She identified the voice with her guardian, and promptly focused on the woman's smiling face.

Then it hit her.

"Shit!"

Panic gripped her heart, and she blushed a deep red, embarrassment driving her mind into overdrive.

"Itsnotwhatitlookslikeandnothinghappenedanywayandireallyneedtopeesorry"

The bathroom door slammed shut, and she rested her back against the frame.

God, I'm such an idiot! How could I fall asleep like that?

Misato stifled a laugh. Well, best let them work it out for now.

After all, she had been slightly shocked when she had entered the room to find the two fully dressed in their respective sleeping costumes. But her heart had told her not to scream, and she had always trusted her heart.

Well, apart from a singular incident. But that was another story.

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A/N; Right, data dump complete! This story will be continued soon. I just need some time to get my life back into order and stop working fifteen hour shifts... yawn

So thank you for reading! I hope you liked this strange little fic up to now, and bear with me until the fun really starts. which it will, believe you me!

Yours sincerely,

Henryjamesthefifth
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