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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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“Right, so let’s get this stuff back home!”

Misato made a fist into the air, pumping it victoriously as the redhead dragged five bags of “absolute necessities” to the car park. Misato was preoccupied with two bags of alcohol, and the cursing redhead was not going to “trade yours for mine”.

“Man, why couldn’t Shinji come? At least he could have helped with the weight…”

Misato grinned as she pulled her sunglasses down to her nose.

“You sure you’re okay with your load? Need a helping hand?”

Sohryu scoffed. “Yeah right. how about your stuff, huh? You’re probably pushing the flammable liquid limit on private vehicles with all that sake…”

Misato stuck her tongue at the girl. “So what! At least I know what I want!”

Sohryu rolled her eyes.

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“This isn’t easy for me, you know…”

Shinji glanced at the figure before him. It remained stoically silent, radiating an air of imminent doom.

“Look, I’m sure we can come to some kind of agreement. I swear I’ll be gentle, okay?”

The figure’s eyes contracted to slits. Still, no change in posture.

“Oh all right, fine. I just want you to know this is gonna hurt me more than it hurts you!”

He gripped the broom hard, readying himself for battle.

The figure still stood, as if rooted, before its territory.

The door slammed open, and Misato walked in just in time to catch Shinji advancing on her pet penguin. With a raised broom.

“Shinji what the hell!?”

He hid the offending stick behind his back. “Nothing!”

Sohryu followed, curious to what was going on. Spotting the brown haired boy, she stifled a giggle as the broomstick pocked out above his head.

The penguin took the opportunity to scramble warkingly behind his master, and Shinji could swear he smirked at him as Misato raged about his cleaning fetish.

“… so drop that stick and grab the one for making food, boy, or else!”

Snapping around, he listened to the voice in his head telling him not to disagree.

The redhead stood in the doorframe, her arms crossed and a smirk almost, but not entirely, present.

“You know, that fridge really needs cleaning out, sometime-“

She was cut off by Misato’s finger almost on the tip of her nose.

“Nobody. Hurts. Penpen…”

Sohryu looked past the fingertip and at the smirking bird.

“..but me!”

The expression on the penguin’s face turned to absolute shock as he realized that even if he stood at a point of excellent view underneath the woman, he was also in range of the most powerful muscles a human being had.

Misato missed him by a quarter inch. Persuit was immediate, and the two disappeared into the living room.

Sohryu rolled her eyes, then began hauling her clothes into the flat. After that, she couldn’t help but ask the obvious question.

“Where the hell am I gonna put this stuff?”

She opened pretty much every cupboard in her room, only to find them already filled with clothes she knew she had bought again. From her very first bra to her yellow sundress, everything was there.

“But… I have the new ones…”

The thought brought a slight smile to her face. After all the bitching, she finally had been able to get some new stuff.

Just then the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it!”

Sohryu almost skipped to the door, then almost instantly recoiled as she opened the door to face herself again.

“Oh… hello..”

Asuka stood with her hands on her hips, the frown deepening as she came face to face with herself. She was still wearing her leotard, and looked like she had run here.

“What!? Something funny?”

Sohryu smirked. “Well, not really. Sad, more like-“

Asuka stormed past her, not at all shoving intentionally at her counterpart. It irked Sohryu, but she easily countered the sway.

“Misato! I’m home!”

The woman smiled. “Hi Asuka! Glad you could make it!”

Asuka pointedly ignored the boy who peeked around the corner, and swept her hair over her shoulder. “Well, I’m going onna date tonight! Need to get dressed, you know!”

Sohryu frowned. “A date?”

Asuka nodded. “uh-huh. Now let me get some stuff- wait! What are those?!”

Asuka had spotted Sohryu’s stash of fabrics. In particular, the yellow sundress she so dearly loved.

“Who- when—Misato! What’s going on here?”

Misato sighed. “Well, since there are two of you now, you’re gonna need more clothes. So we went shopping-“

“But you never let me get these!”

She held up a pair of lacy panties. Both Sohryu and Shinji’s faces flushed red, and they locked eyes for a split second before focusing on the most mundane of things in the flat.

“Well, Asuka, that’s because they’re mine!”

She swiped the offending materials out of Asuka’s hands. “As are these… and these… oh and this too…”¨

Various embarrassing items later, Sohryu really asked herself when exactly Misato had slipped them into her bags. Lazy woman… but altogether far too smart.

Asuka then proceeded to pick out Sohryu’s favorite dress, shoes and choker. Reasoning that “she can have my old stuff, s’probably too tight anyway”, Asuka closed the door on the two and changed.

Misato watched as Sohryu’s expression began to morph from abject disbelief to furious anger. She intervened by laying a hand on her shoulder and removing her from a possible crime scene. Instead, she let her reign supreme over the TV remote, which seemed to have a grudge at her since pretty much any channel Sohryu switched to was portraying gruesome, inventively inspired murder.

Sohryu however seemed to relax as one particular murder involved a redhead, three axes and something similar to a scythe.

Misato fought hard not to hurl.

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“I hope your date goes well!” Misato called after the striding girl. Asuka twirled on her (new) heels, and waved at her guardian.

“With this outfit? Hell yeah!”

Misato waved back and smiled. Asuka seemed happy, so she let the tension recede from her mind, focusing on her own engagement tonight. Any time now, Kaji would be here, sweeping her off her feet, carrying her to the car, his loving eyes staring straight into hers….

“Misato…”

And then… after enough beer to drown a comatose elephant…

“Misato! Close the door! It’s hot enough without you letting in the dam heat already!”

She jumped at the girl behind her, whirling around guiltily.

“Okay, okay! Jeez, gimme a break!”

She closed the door and hurried to the bathroom.

*

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“Hey, um.. Shinji?”

The boy lay still, not reacting to the redhead’s call. His arm was draped over his face, and he was breathing regularly. Sohryu concentrated and made out the soft whisper of music. She sighed and slid the door shut behind her.

It had been a weird few days, at the very least. She had suddenly awoken in her plug, found the copy of herself sitting on her lap, claiming to be Asuka Langley Sohryu.

She silently walked over to the boy and gazed down on him for a few moments, before sitting down next to his bed.

At least he hasn’t changed. Thank god for that.

She tried again.

“Hey, Shinji”

Okay, she was just above whispering.

Confirming that he didn’t hear him, she sat down, cross-legged against the far wall. She let her eyes travel around the room.

“Well, there’s probably nothing weird in here at least. I’ve gotta admit you’re either pretty smart or just that honest…”

She smiled. He was still not moving.

“I guess we can work on that, in time. If it just wasn’t for that stupid bitch… what is it with her?”

What is it with me? Why am I being so lame?

She sighed again. Then she spotted something she didn’t expect.

“… A cellocase…”

She got up and took a closer look. Yes, there behind the cupboard a black case, almost as high as her shoulders, leaned a matted black case, holding within it an instrument closely resembling the human voice.

She deeply regretted the fact that their fight had cost her her violin. She had been rather good at it, and would have loved to play again every now and again. Unfortunately…

“Stupid angels…”

She returned back to sitting in front of him.

“You know… I really don’t know why I’ve never said this but…”

She sighed and got up. Suddenly, she started fidgeting.

A rush of air, a small pop of a chaste kiss on his exposed cheek and a small smile passed before she continued.

“… I really like you, Shinji…”

She fought her beating heart and silently exited the room.

After a while, the arm rose, and the boy plucked the single earbud out of his left ear. His own heart was beating, his breath was surpressed, and his hand covered the spot where the redhead had touched him.

“…what the…”

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“I just don’t get it! How in gods name could this happen?”

The man smirked and leaned back into his seat. The woman was clearly drunk, and had the air of an experienced alcoholic.

Misato pointed an accusing finger at him. “I bet’cha she was tryin’ ter messesesesss wit’ her head, ye know whadaimsain’?”

Kaji took the opportunity to wrap his hand over her index finger. “You know, for all her faults, I sincerely doubt that she was trying to harm her. I guess she could have made a mistake, or missed something-“

Misato tried vainly to recover her finger. “Missed something!? I think creating a second Asuka is probably a lot more complicated than just making some kind of mistake!”

She tried plying his hand open with her other one.

“Oh, you never know, with mad geniuses” he replied, tightening his grip playfully. She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Thbbt! And it’s genii, moron!”

He laughed, letting her go. A victory sip later, she was leaning on her hands.

“Hey, kaji?”

The man raised his cup to his lips.

“Yeah, hon?”

“would you… would you want two of me?”

The man smiled. “Would you be willing to share?”

She smirked. “Point taken”

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Asuka was severely bored. Not only did this so-called med-student know less about medicine than her, but he also had no guts at all when it came to rides. Seriously, he was a worse wimp than Shinji!

I’ve gotta get the hell outta here!

She spied a candy-floss-stall a hundred feet away, and turned to the guy. She turned her sweetness on full power.

“Hey, could you get me a candy-floss? I haven’t had any since I came here!”

He looked surprised, and slightly hopeful. Maybe this date would go well after all?

“Sure thing, Sohryu-san. Wait here!”

With that, the gullible fool slipped out of the line and headed to the stall. Asuka waved as he turned. Then ducked and went off in the other direction to lose him.

“Sucker!”

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Shinji’s thoughts were supposed to be focused on the dish he was making. Unfortunately, after the unwilling revelation, he was far from able to do so.

She likes me she likes me she likes me…

The redhead had greeted him with her usual cheery smile, and before he could ask her anything she asked him for dinner.

His own stomach had growled at that, and no sooner had the thought entered his head he was already pulling out pans and pots.

He was making hanbagu, something he could do in his sleep and with the rest of what was in the fridge.

Keep calm! It must have been a dream! Yes, that’s it! A very, very good dream… but a dream nonetheless. Stop thinking stupid things, Shinji!

His brain fought hard to convince him otherwise, but his will managed to surpress it long enough to avoid burning the meal.

He did not, however, hear the door open. Neither the call of Asuka as she unclad her shoes, passed Sohryu with a withering glare on in the living room (which was, to her annoyance, pointedly ignored), then sat down on at the table.

The girl was reading something or other in german. No, not Mein Kampf…

As I was saying; she was reading. And reading Asuka meant docile Asuka. She just didn’t bother verbally abusing her fellow human beings when distracted, simply put. Usually, she wouldn’t miss a chance to get a punch in his ego, but today….

Well, suffice to say she was still recovering from her date.

The cooking smelt good. It always did. Specially her secret favorite. The surmised taste already made her mouth water. And for some reason, she was smiling slightly.

Shinji however was just finishing the meal when he turned to see Asuka sitiing there.

Alright, she told you she liked you. And you probably weren’t supposed to hear it. But you did anyway. And she called you by name, more than once, so no doubt about who she was talking. Which means… I have to apologize. But if I do, then she’ll get cross! But if I don’t get this off my chest….

He was quite the coward. He told himself he’d be the first to admit it. In truth, he would be about half way down the top hundred list, but I digress.

But this Asuka seemed to be a lot… easier to be around. And she had said she liked him, so there was a chance she’d forgive him.

He gulped.

Now or never.

He se the pan down and walked up right behind her. Then…

“Asuka…”

She turned, and for some reason, flashed a small smile.

“Oh, hey Shinji-“

“Look, I’m sorry that I overheard you talking to me yesterday night and I’m sorry I didn’t say anything and-“

Asuka’s smile turned into a scowl. “What the hell are you talking about!?”

Shinji bunched his fists and answered “You said you liked me! And I should have-“

Asuka’s mind did a full 180 and slammed the brakes. Then went into overdrive as she let the book fall limply from her hands.

Shinji stood staring at her in disbelief. Was it really a dream? Oh god!

He instantly began to backtrack. “Uh… ah… what I mean is… I-“

She rose and brought her face close to his, red with anger, even brighter than his own of shame.

“What. Did. You. Say”

“Ahahaha… it was just a dream-“

Then something moved in the corner of his eye. He flicked to it, hoping for salvation. And there was another Asuka.

She was wide-eyed, having heard his confession. And slightly jealous about her counterpart totally wasting the moment.

And in Shinji’s mind, the dots connected, and spelled doom.

Meanwhile Asuka turned to Sohryu, who was looing like Shinji, only much more idiotic since the look usually never turned up on her face. It was weird….

What the hell is he talking about!? And why is-

Then the dots in Asuka’s mind connected. And she knew. And looking at Sohryu, she knew she knew she knew.

This would require delicate hands, experienced in dealing with extreme situations. Unfortunately for Shinji, his father was busily doing the stone bastard on throne impression, Ritsuko Akagi was trying to tear her hair out instead of dealing with her mother’s latest ‘fuck you’ in form of a dilemma, Fuyutsuki was lying wide awake after a dream involving Rei, his car, and for some indescribable reason, a rubber mallet, and Misato Katsuragi, his operations director, was so wasted even the screws in the table seemed sexually attractive to her. And Kaji, the poor sod, was trying to part her from “Mr woody-san” the table before the barkeeper called the cops.

“Ah… let’s… eat…?”

Omake;

Asuka glared at the bluenette. Her counterpart sighed and inspected her nails.

“So, what are we doing here, exactly?”

Asuka felt slightly nervous, but didn’t show it any way at all. Sohryu, however, was beginning to fidget.

“I wish to show you something about me. It is in direct reference to your situation, but vastly superior”

The girl’s tired voice sounded confident, for some reason.

Asuka almost snarled.

“Well!? Show us already!”

They reached a door. On it, in bold red letters, stood various words proclaiming terminal retaliation should anyone breach this barrier. And there was a heart painted next to the last ‘R’ in DANGER

Rei slid a card through the lock, and opened Heaven’s Gate.

“You now have a second aspect of yourself. However…”

She strode into the room, and the two redheads followed. The gate closed with a snap.

“I…. I have over thirty aspects of myself”

The room lit up, and showed a white figure strapped to a huge cross.

Not that this was in any way not disturbing, but the sand on the floor, several mops of blue hair bobbing in and out of sight in the red sea, and at leas a score of turning, identical figures in deckchairs made the two german girls stare open-mouthed at the scene.

Rei crossed held her elbow with her hand behind her back.

“So, second Children, if you in any way begin to abuse myself, my associates or anyone else I deem worthy of respect, I will take… steps”

The thirty five aspects of Rei Ayanami began to collect behind the bluenette.

“Do we have an accord?”

The two redheads gulped and nodded.

Kami; Here ye go!

Thanks for reading and I hope you Enjoyed!

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