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This is a place to present my stories and ideas that are either too short or too random to warrant their own threads. So far, they are NGE-only, time will tell whether some other theme appears.
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This is a place to present my stories and ideas that are either too short or too random to warrant their own threads. So far, they are NGE-only, time will tell whether some other theme appears.

Currently on this thread

You Should (Not) Write Weird Fanfiction - a continuation + altered ending fic for NGE, of sorts, with point of divergence happening earlier than usual. The premise is far from serious, but story itself was planned as dramatic; judging whether it worked is left as an exercise for the reader. Story is Asuka-centric; relationships exist but are not in the spotlight. Now on indeterminate hiatus, due the premise being not as appealing as I hoped it to be.

Perhaps someday

The One, and the Many - a weird idea that came to life, about a NERV where Kaworu and Rei awakened and cleaned up the mess. And then started their own dramas. Currently in the "just a setting description" stage.

Stories published elsewhere, more or less SWF

Two Souls - what if Yui Ikari remained conscious in Unit-01 and managed to wake Kyoko Soryu as well? Written from Kyoko's PoV (mostly), updated about every two weeks on SV, with longer breaks between chapters. Also on AO3 and FFN, updated once a chapter is finished (which often takes months). Now with an A/S spin-off.

Four of Us - omake bloomed into full-fledged continuation about PilOT4 group marriage; written based on Strypgia's Evangelion: the Hangover. Guest in Advice & Trust thread, hosted on AO3: part I (Going Home, completed), part II (Settling in, ongoing; this part has some NSFW components).

Strangers in Tokyo-3 - a Neon Genesis Evangelion / Master and Margarita crossover fanfiction (with NGE being the dominant story), set in the NGE TV series continuity, introducing elements of supernatural into the story, along with some interpersonal drama, accidental and intentional comedy, and a lot of confusion for everyone involved. It is currently on a monthly update schedule, updated on SV around the end of each month and on every first day of the month on AO3.

Stories published elsewhere, rather NSFW
Anything under the spoiler tag is NSFW in one way or another. Caveat lector.
If you are interested in any stories listed but not linked here - due to their content that could SV ToS (I'm not sure, but I'm not taking my chances) - go to my AO3 profile and navigate from there.
  • Temper, Princess! - Asuka and Mari have an agreement about discipline, and Asuka is about to both suffer and enjoy the consequences of it. Contains discipline spanking and emotions. Contrary to what may seem, this is not a lemon. First part of "Redder than her hair" series, complete.
  • The "Redder than her hair" series contains two further stories about Asuka being spanked, one short (Asuka/Hikari, Out of line) and one quite long (Asuka/Shinji, Must I spell it out to you?) - stories I cannot directly link on SV due to their content.
  • The Second, The Third, the second, and the first - a short one-shot continuing the evening after Asuka and Shinji's failed kiss; this time, Shinji decides to chase after Asuka, and it escalates from there. Lemon, cannot link here.
 
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You Should (Not) Write Weird Fanfiction - introduction
You Should (Not) Write Weird Fanfiction

I once had an idea for a funny crackfic about Asuka and Rei interacting in a lighthearted way in a rather fine world where Rei saved everyone by learning about fanfiction and applying ideas found in some stories in practice.

This is not this story.

The initial idea evolved into Asuka-driven angst story mixed with comedy and some WAFF. I have no idea what to think of it, so I decided to risk a brutal beating publish it and listen to opinions.

While there are relationships here, they are not – at least not as far as it is written – playing any major role. Contrary to what may appear to the reader, this is also not a crossover.

Updates are bound to be rather randomly spaced and timed. This is very much a side work, written as something to take my mind away from more serious works.

If someone has not realized this yet, this is not going to be a serious piece. While continuity will be maintained, realism may take a leave at times. Which, I suppose, comes with the crack premise.

Themes: comedy, rivalry, tormented artist, teenagers looking for purpose, bad fanfiction, some angst.

Background themes / minor warnings: some more angst, background relationships (of numerous variants), polyamorous relationships, teenagers discussing sex, teenagers thinking of sex, teenagers having birthday parties. Generally, if you are familiar with mainstream Eva fanfiction, nothing here should be a major trigger.

Story so far: It has been two years since the Angel War ended. One day, Rei realized her abilities, analyzed them, understood them, and applied them to turn the tide of the War around. All Pilots survived, including Kaworu – who cooperated with Rei in saving the world after some persuasion. Pilots reverted to being relatively normal children, kept on NERV rooster, in NERV training program, and on NERV stipends just in case, but aside that, they live their lives. They all live in the same building as Misato, with several other kids – high school and college age – of NERV employees, in a semi-formal dormitory of sorts; it is easier to keep security this way. NERV itself is reduced and operates as a medical/scientific facility under Commander Katsuragi with Dr. Akagi (formally on probation, practically on "just don't go Mad Scientist and we'll let you work") as chief researcher. In other words, it's not all right with the world, but it is fine, and rebuilding. Except not everyone got what they wanted. Which is how usually life goes.

How exactly Rei saved the world? This is a completely different story I may write some day; there might be hints across this one. Basic information: she learned about existence of fanfiction and had some ideas. Then, she put them in action. Then, the war was over.

Note: Doctor Who, in this universe, ended on the movie, i.e. the Eight Doctor, the radio dramas, and the books. There was no reboot series. This may or may not be important later.
 
You Should (Not) Write Weird Fanfiction - prologue
Prologue
February 2019

The light from the laptop screen made the girl's face appear paler than it was in reality. The only source of illumination in the room, the text processor was being reflected in her eyes; the contrast was slowly making her eyes sore.

Ignoring that fact, she was typing furiously, stopping only every few sentences to seek out a word she could not remember or to check a fact about the universe on some wiki page.

She was in a hurry. This was a matter of honor, and the clock was ticking.

***

The Doctor stopped. Something was amiss.

"Doctor. My dear Doctor. We finally met, once more!", a demonic figure stepped out of the shadows.

The Doctor was taken aback. His mortal enemy, his nemesis, his old friend, his possible future doom – he was here. Surprise filled his face. "You! Why?"

"My dear Doctor. I am here, because I expected you to be here! Can't you understand that? We are two of a kind, we are destined to meet!"

"We are nothing of the kind, Master! You are a monster, an aberration!"

"Yet you follow me! Yet you assist me, time to time! Yet you chose not to abandon me here!" the Master released the emotions from his chest, unable to hold them any longer. He tried not to show how harsh judgment of his adversary affected him adversely.

"Purely out of mercy, my archenemy! Not by choice, not by any rationale!" the Doctor protested.

"But you did! And now, you're responsible for what will happen!"

"Nothing will happen, Master! Nothing! We are masters of our own destiny!"

"Ohh you keep speaking my name… And yes, surely, I am Master of my own destiny… but can you heal yourself? Doctor?"

Doctor was taken aback. He did not expect such a retort from his enemy. He raised his hand…


***

Asuka Langley-Soryu typed the last sentence, reflexively saved the file, and smiled to herself. 'This is the best chapter I've written. So far, of course.' She glanced at her watch. 'Now, I should signal that idiot, he should beta-read it ASAP… Hope he has time, I must post it tomorrow, lest she gets ahead of me.'

***

A few apartments away, the Shinji Ikari phone buzzed just as he was putting his shoes on. The message read "Done. Care to read?"

"Oh. It seems that I will have something to read tonight", he addressed his roommate.

"Well, considering that last time I was counting times your palm hit your face… should I prepare for an evening of hilarity again? Perhaps prepare shots to turn it into a drinking game?"

Shinji shrugged with a soft smile. "Perhaps. Hopefully not. She is improving, you know?"

A shrug and expression of disbelief were the only answers. Shinji typed a reply: "Sure. Going shopping. Will pick it up on the way up."

He smiled to himself. Asuka was indeed improving as a writer, if slowly. But he was far happier that she was improving as a friend.

***

Asuka grinned at the reply. 'Good, all according to schedule. That'll show her. I am the best.'
 
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You Should (Not) Write Weird Fanfiction - chapter 1.
Chapter 1
8th December 2018

"Thanks for coming, Rei. I thought you wouldn't", Asuka approached the blue-haired girl who was standing alone in the balcony, casually ignoring a party that was happening in a room behind her.

Rei turned to face her. "Thank you for inviting me. I thought you wouldn't", she echoed with a hint of surprise in her voice. "We had a rather… vocal disagreement. Five of them in last month, if I recall correctly."

Asuka raised an eyebrow. "Does this make us enemies, Blue? It only means we… well, disagree. We shout at each other, we walk away, we talk again later, we make up. And I still think you're… well, wrong, I can't hate you, I never really, truly could. I…", she trailed off.

"You just cannot bear me at times and you consider my thinking far too alien to come any closer to me", Rei finished.

Asuka huffed. "Are you dissecting my psyche again, Blue? I specifically asked you to stop, didn't I?", her eyes ignited.

Rei shook her head. "No. I am not, but I apologize if I misled you. I was just trying to go for 'finishing each other's sentences' joke", she smiled a small smile.

Asuka looked at her with confusion, then glanced sideways. "Your attempts to make humor are sometimes confusing, sometimes scary, and sometimes hilarious. Just… keep at it. You're improving", she admitted in a smaller voice.

"Thank you. Taking up writing helped me understand humor. And several other things" Rei replied, her smile still present.

Asuka blinked at her. "Writing?"

"I told you two months ago, when we were discussing literature on a lunch break. I believe you forgot", Rei recalled and once Asuka looked at her quizzically, continued: "After we were done saving the world, I started to read more. Then, I realized there are too few stories I really liked. Therefore, I tried my hand in writing my own", she turned to face Asuka. The redhead has absentmindedly noted how beautiful the moonlight framed the girl, before returning her attention to her words. "… left a lot of room for improvement, as Maya-chan told me. Now… well, I believe I have improved, and the results are… passable."

"Wondergirl. Is this another joke?" Asuka probed, her voice returning to confusion, with a note of irritation.

Rei tilted her head. "It is not. I can provide you with links to my writings, should you wish to read them."

Asuka shook the shock off. "Sure. Gladly", she said, although she did not seem convinced. "Come, there's still cake", she placed her hand on the door handle.

"If you don't mind, I'm going to enjoy the moonlight for a while. It is rather… crowded in there."

"Suit yourself, Blue", Asuka shrugged. "I'll bring you some here, then… or send the Angel of Good Looks with it so you may have someone to look at, too", she smirked.

"There is no need to", Rei stated in her usual monotone, but with a small smile. "But I thank you for the offer; it was… kind", she added after a moment of consideration.

Asuka blinked but decided not to dwell on the matter further. She nodded at Rei and returned to the crowd of her party.

***

Rei held true to her word, even if she took some time to fulfill her promise. On the Monday morning, Asuka's messenger lit up with several links and an apology for the delay. She stifled her curiosity and decided to open them later – after all, attention in class was important.

This resolution held true for about one class session. At the end of it, she already opened first of them and started reading ardently. It was a simple story in English; it told about Doctor's travels with some clearly invented companion, a young man. A quick search told her this idea was called 'Original Character', 'OC' for short. The story has reminded her of watching the series re-runs during breaks in her training; the Doctor's faces came to her mind when she read of characters' antics. She spent most of the next lesson reading until the fifth chapter ended with a note: "CAUTION: next chapter is a lemon. NSFW."

'Great, more jargon', she thought. 'Nah, fuck that. I'll search for that later', she decided, clicking the 'Next Chapter' button.

***

Asuka Langley-Soryu often made mistakes in her life. Most of them were minor, some were major, and a few of them were life-changing. Most of them hindered and harmed her in some manner. Some actually helped her grow, at least when she stopped for long enough to learn from them.

This one, contrary to what it may appear, was going to be one of the growing opportunities.

***

Asuka realized her mistake about five paragraphs into the chapter. A description of a kiss quickly spiraled into a scene that simultaneously made her realize she was blushing hard, captivated her attention to the point of making her unable to stop reading, taught her several interesting and possibly useful things about lubrication, and gave her a tingling sensation that was certainly not welcome in a school setting.

Her blush would have gone unnoticed – shielding her face with her hair helped to conceal it – but nothing eluded the observant eye of Rei Ayanami.

***

Asuka was done with the chapter in question not long before lesson's end; a peaceful and clearly no-longer-that-hot beginning of the next chapter helped only to an extent. She realized bitterly that paying no attention here just gave her more work to do at home, but that was something she could live with. After all, she already had a full education – she was going to school only on Misato's insistence and due to terms NERV placed on her stipend.

The world she just discovered was definitely worth it. All she had to do was to hide her–

She nearly jumped when a cold hand rested on her shoulder. In her several years in Japan she got used to the 'no touching' rule; she knew that even the most casual contact outside family or lovers was seen as excessive. She did not realize how internalized this taboo has become before this unexpected contact startled her.

"Soryu? Do you require assistance?", Rei addressed her in the formal way she always kept while at school. She kept her voice low; Asuka felt a tinge of gratitude.

Asuka shook her head, hiding her blushing face behind loose hair; she silently blessed the choice to this style today. "I… just… need… a… moment."

'And a helping hand'¸ her treacherous mind added. This made her blush harder.

"Please walk with me. I may know a solution", Rei said, turning towards the door.

'Will you also deliver it straight to the itch?', Asuka's mind was not giving up. She had no idea why this thought appeared; it was absurd, after all. She dismissed it forcibly, nodded slowly, and followed the smaller girl's lead while simultaneously trying to focus on something else.

***

"Do I assume correctly", Rei started once they reached the rooftop, "that you started reading 'The Secret Companion' and reached the sixth chapter?"

Asuka nodded. "It was first on the list… and the summary was interesting…"

Rei sighed. "I should have known better than send you the links in the morning. But the damage is done, and all we can do is to control the damage. I believe you are familiar with the concept of masturbation?" she asked with innocence possible only to her.

Asuka, who managed to lose some of the blush on the way, returned to the full crimson look. "REI!"

Rei blinked at her. "This was a perfectly normal question. But from your reaction I understand you do not consider me a close enough friend to discuss it, though. I apologize", she raised her hands in a defensive gesture. "I suggest you refrain from reading further until you can alleviate the symptoms." Asuka twitched at that. "There is another… stimulating scene in chapter thirteen. As for the remaining works… I will send you the not-safe-for-work warnings with the renewed list."

Asuka mouthed 'not-safe-for-work'; a sudden realization lit her face. "Oh. This is what N-S-F-W means", she blurted out, facepalming at the same time.

The smaller girl tilted her head. "You were not familiar with the term?"

"How could I?" Asuka burst out with complaint in her voice. "It's not that there's a glossary!".

"There… is. there are numerous glossaries of fanfiction-related terms across the Internet", Rei stated, her voice confused. She paused and sighed. "I apologize. I should've educated you better before opening a world of wonders and debauchery before you. Please accept my apology, I shall guide you more gently from now on", she bowed to Asuka.

It was Asuka's turn to tilt her head. After a moment, she grabbed Rei's arms and straightened her, a gesture Rei accepted with surprising lack of resistance. "No, no, no, no. I'm not some child to be guided and nurtured. I am a grown woman who can handle a little hot… man… on… man… action…" she finished in a small voice, her blush nearly luminescent.

Rei watched Asuka with a hint of amusement. She seemed to ponder something. "All right, Asuka. I will refrain from changing my attitude towards you."

The redhead seemed surprised. 'Well… right, we're not in public, so 'Asuka' is right for her', she realized. 'Her logic is strange, even after four years of knowing her… or is it already five?' This ponderous train of thought left little processing ability to express herself on the outside. "Erm?" she asked eloquently.

"I will not guide you. I will just ensure proper warnings are in place… and leave you to act as you deem appropriate. And I wish you a fulfilling journey across this wonderful world of fanfiction", she smiled a small smile. "And should you need a hand, you know where to find me." She turned and walked away.

Asuka stood there for a moment in shock, before realizing that Rei's offer had most likely concerned fanfiction, not her current condition. 'I need some wash-up on my mind, stat. Or a cold shower. Or just some pill that will make this go away. Or something bigger than a pill', the train of thoughts happily derailed in totally-not-unexpected direction before she made several stairs down.

***

Next lesson was a torment, as Asuka was forced to pay all attention she had – and even that was not enough. It was Modern Japanese, and despite having several years to learn and being quite intelligent, her grasp on the written language remained… tenuous.

***

After the horrors of Modern Japanese abated and the far softer reality of Science classes began, Asuka started to devour the next chapters. The dreaded chapter thirteen was, certainly, at the very least interesting. It was also stimulating, as Rei labelled it. Fortunately for Asuka, it was no longer a surprise, thus its impact was lessened, if only a bit. Asuka found herself struggling not to solve the issue at hand on the next break.

Her embarrassment and confusion caused by the whole situation were amplified by the fact that this was Rei's writing. In other words, writing of an up-to-recently-emotionless girl who had suddenly demonstrated detailed knowledge of emotions, anatomy, physiology…

'All right, all right: who has suddenly demonstrated detailed knowledge of sex. Maybe the rumors were true…'

She heard some things about Rei before. Once the whole 'saving the world' thing was done and gone, and life has finally returned to normal, she returned to school and increasingly normal – and boring – life with all other pilots. The main difference was that she was no longer wrapped in bandages every other week.

But then the rumors appeared. About Rei starting to talk to people. About Rei appearing at some party or tea-and-cake meetup. About Rei becoming social. About Rei being seen holding hands with someone. Some even whispered of seeing Rei kissing someone – this was dismissed by virtually everyone as impossible, of course. The general consensus was that Rei started to get out of her shell, but few knew the details, and apparently no one truly knew why. Few asked; after all, the girl was still a bit of an outsider. 'Opening up' was a far cry from 'open and talkative'.

Asuka was curious, but was, of course, too proud to ask. Thus, she remained in the dark. From what she gleaned, Rei seemed to simply form emotional connections. She never went for a proper date, according to the gossip mill, and never ever had a boyfriend. Thus, Rei could not understand the concepts she was describing.

But she described them so annoyingly well, that Asuka felt a tinge of envy.

'If a maybe-not-so-emotionless anymore ex-doll could create works that move hearts, then a far more experienced Asuka Langley-Soryu, one that had several years of relationship experience, could do far better!' she decided with confidence.

Of course, this decision ignored a minor detail that none of those relationships persisted for period of time longer that six months, nor did they not provide Asuka with satisfying sexual experiences. But would such trivial inconvenience stop the great Asuka Langley-Soryu?

She booted up her laptop, opened the text editor, pondered for a few seconds, and started typing.

"Doctor and the Master: the Fated Meeting"

'Go Soryu!'
 
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You Should (Not) Write Weird Fanfiction - chapter 2.
Chapter 2
Late December 2018

'Every story in the Universe begins somewhere, but also somewhen. Usually during a day. And there is no better beginning for a day, than a good breakfast!' thought the Doctor, when he was seven hundred and sixteen years old and came down from his bedroom to the TARDIS kitchen for breakfast.

He browsed the options his faithful TARDIS was offering him to eat. Gallifreyan oatmeal. Tersuran spinach. Waffles with Olympian honey. Ogrosian salad.

"So many options, so little time. Why can't I taste every food in the Universe? Why? Or, maybe I can? I wonder, how long would it take me to taste every breakfast in the whole known Universe?"


Asuka glared at the screen with aggression mixed with frustration. 'Today is not my day…', a thought came to her when she was trying to squeeze some more words into the file, only to delete the last paragraph. 'No, writing about food is kind of stupid when I'm supposed to be writing a romantic plot…'

The wonderful, perfect story she had in her mind simply refused to appear in writing; the threads dragged on without any good resolution, the characters were repeating the same catchphrases, and – worst of all – she was slowly running out of ideas.

She did finish and post some of her work – the first two chapters of the story. Rei made no secret of publishing her works on a forum, and Asuka decided to do the same after reading a discussion that has developed in Rei's thread. After overcoming the massive groan and facepalm that both came after learning that Rei's nickname was SomethingBlue, Asuka decided to register as well.

Of course, picking up a proper nickname took her better part of the day and better part of a sleepless night. She was considering SomethingRed, but while it would underscore the obvious rivalry nicely, it sounded kind of… off; like it was missing some part of a joke. Next in queue were AsukaTheGreat and TheBestOfPilots, but even to her, it was kind of preposterous; no, she would show them her greatness, not impose it on them. She will prove herself in their eyes by virtue of her writing! Thus, several other nicknames were considered and thrown out, only for her to settle on Rotkäppchen. 'Simple, indicative, suggestive – definitely the best!', she decided.

***

The first posts – made after she figured the forum's workings – should be considered a failure by most standards. The posts did surely get reactions – but it was mainly in form of numerous corrections to her grammar and – to a lesser degree – her orthography, with a dash of criticism regarding her style. Many people would simply accept the remarks, work with the suggestions, and keep posting without much worry, but this was Asuka. Not one, but two of them were at stake here: her, and her ego.

Asuka, so far pretty proud of her English – after all, she learned it at home and then excelled in school – and managing pretty well in English class in comparison to her classmates, suddenly realized she was a little bit… lacking. Advice varied in usefulness from "try harder, it's not rocket science to write correctly" to "use some spellchecker" and "get a beta-reader". The last thing actually got her attention, and several web searches later, a plan started to form in her head. She knew just the right person…

***

Asuka Soryu-Langley and Shinji Ikari were sitting at a simple table in the kitchen that connected the four boys' rooms, two floors and a corridor walk away from the section Asuka lived. Technically, the kitchen was supposed to be used by all eight occupants of the rooms, but there were only six at the time, and they all made various pacts with Shinji – so he cooked for them in exchange for various favors and provisions.

"You need whom, exactly?", Shinji asked, confused by his guest's request.

"A beta-reader", Asuka repeated, biting on a cracker with some dip Shinji put on the table. There were cut carrots, cut in inch-long strips in front of her as well, but she had her preferences. "A proof-reader, if you prefer not to be called 'beta'. Not that you should mind, as far as I know", she added with a smirk; Shinji ignored that small jab, to her surprise. "Someone who will read my stuff before it goes out and catches those few errors that slip past me, continuity issues, stylistic suck, et cetera. Are you up to this?", Asuka explained in her usual, challenging tone.

"Well… this sounds like something I can do, yes–" Shinji started.

"Great!" she exclaimed and reached for her backpack.

"–but I have two… three conditions on that", he finished.

Asuka stopped mid-way of extracting a bundle of paper and raised her eyebrows. 'He's been practicing his assertiveness, good for him. But why does it have to surface now? Never mind, he can't be too grave with them, anyway.'

"Name them", she dropped the papers on the table and crossed her arms.

"First, you will run your texts through a spellchecker before I get them, so I don't have to fix all the obvious typos", Shinji started, ticking the first point on his thumb. "This way I can focus on things that really matter."

"Fine, I write it on a computer anyway. Sure", Asuka shrugged. 'Nah. Still a softie', she smiled internally.

"Second, I get reasonable time for reading; in other words, no 'do it here and now so I can put it up immediately and bask in the fame'. I promise I will be timely and have it ready in a day or two on a school day, faster on holiday."

"All right, I can adjust to that", Asuka grumbled. "But since when you lack free time?" she inquired, surprise clear in her voice.

Shinji smiled. "I was always short on time, the school never leaves us with much, does it? I… well, I just didn't point it out too much in the past", he replied. 'Or not so much a softie…'

"Right. That assertiveness training you got pulled through does you favors. What's the third condition?" she challenged.

"This – the whole deal – is re-negotiable if you become unreasonable in your demands or I find out you write things Man Was Not Supposed To See", he listed. The capitalization was audible.

Asuka blinked at him. "What are you suspecting me of writing?" she asked. 'Shouldn't I be insulted by his implications here, perhaps?'

"I don't know, and I trust it's nothing mind-breaking, too brutal, or too creepy. We'll talk about it once I read some of it, but there isn't much I can't process. I proof-read Mom's research papers, after all", he smiled.

Asuka's blinking resumed, at greater speed. "Now I'm impressed" she admitted in all honesty. "I'd come to you sooner if I knew that." She paused and took a deep breath. "Fine for me", she finally agreed. "Any more conditions?"

"Nothing else. Do you agree to my terms and conditions?", he asked in his infuriatingly calm voice. 'He spends far too much time with Rei', Asuka concluded.

"Yes I do!" she exclaimed happily. "Congratulations, Mr. Ikari, you officially became my beta-reader! And this is the first batch", she pushed the papers towards him. "Enjoy the story!"

Shinji smiled, then his face resumed a serious expression. "Hm, a question… how much do I need to know about the" he paused, looking at the header "Doctor Who universe to understand your writing? And not point out something incorrectly?"

"Some. How much do you know?" she inquired, a spark in her eye.

"Not much, I think I saw some episodes on TV, but they made little sense to me."

"Then let me explain the gist of it: the Doctor is an alien from the planet Gallifrey…" Asuka started; the spark turned into a gleam.

***

When she left his room a few hours later, she was a little bit tired from all the talking, but also happy with the fact she educated someone on an important cultural matter. The fact that she was also fed well – as well as only Shinji Ikari could feed someone – added to her contention.

The pleasant company – i.e. people who listened to her with attention – helped as well. They were joined at the table by Kaworu – who was still learning to be human, so Asuka redoubled her cultural education efforts – and two other users of the dorm segment: Youichi and Mochihito Ine, twin sons of one of the NERV employees.

Upon returning to her room and finding a note from Hikari that she would not be here tonight, Asuka contently sat at her laptop and started typing another scene, determined to have it ready before Shinji read all the current material. Her thought drifted to him, to his smile when he agreed, to his still friendly but far stronger demeanor.

'Interesting, how a mere few years can change someone…'

She realized where this train of thought was heading a little bit too late to stop the wrecking of her mood.

***

Asuka's fist landed on a desk with a loud thud. Hikari jumped up and dropped her book.

"Sorry", Asuka mumbled in her general direction. "It's just not my day", she grumbled.

She was quite right on that: she was unable to do any useful writing all day, not to mention her schoolwork. 'An essay on German literature in Japanese is due in three days… and I just have the beginning. At least the math homework is easy…'

The numbers were the only things that cooperated with her today, maybe except Shinji, 'who graciously agreed, with that damned smile of his…'

Her palm met her face. She realized that her thoughts once more strayed in his direction – and made her lose the train of thought on the problem she was solving. Her fist hit the desk again, followed by another thump when Hikari dropped her book once more. The startled girl sighed and picked her phone up.

***

Asuka was lying sprawled on her bed, alone, just as she has been for the last few weeks. Her last relationship that progressed to the stage when she would actually let someone into her bed ended last October with an argument about how to spend Halloween. She literally chased the boy out from the room, with his backpack and shoes thrown after him, hard. It was violent and loud enough for Rei – who was two segments away – to poke her head from the door to their shared kitchen; she calmly retreated seeing Asuka's fury and never spoke a word of it, but Asuka was sure she remembered it well.

She sighed. She did not need anyone, of course. She was perfectly happy alone. Or at least that was her official line of defense – but something was clearly wrong. It was not only about boyfriends – she did not have too many friends in general, either. Even Hikari, her long-term friend she lived with, was increasingly absent, spending most of her free time with Touji; sometimes she even disappeared for the night. Like today, when she said she promised him they would study together and made herself scarce soon after Asuka's frustration started to take the form of anger outbursts and violence directed at her desk. Hikari's absence has been a good thing when Asuka wanted the room for herself and her boyfriend, but not so much when she wanted some company. Tonight, she dearly missed her, even the once-derided 'girl-talk'.

Asuka's thoughts wandered back, to the times where she was an active Pilot, when she had her classmates to hang out with, when she was living with Misato, when… when she was living with Shinji. When she was trying to make him notice her, when she was trying to show him that she actually liked him, to the moment when she put everything on the line and kissed him… the moment when it all went up in smoke.

She felt like nothing was truly fine afterward. 'I moved on, I accepted his rejection… I found someone else, even if that someone was not Kaji. All I wanted was someone with whom I could simply share my life, who'd support me… or just simply admire me and really, really understood me. Someone who would have convinced me I'm not alone.'

Asuka curled on her bed, her muscles tightening and teeth clenching. Tears began to form in her eyes. She shivered in the darkness surrounding her, a mumble escaping her lips.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot! Why couldn't you be like that sooner? Like, that when we first met? Like, when I tried to get to you?"
 
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The One, and the Many – an NGE setting
Once upon a time, there was an exchange in Advice & Trust thread:
Never thought I'd see an Israfel Special where 2/3rds of the pairing are the same person, more or less :V

God have mercy on his Nephilim soul if he can't differentiate between the two. It'd make good comedy at least. My Two Rei's, the award winning rom-com directed by Maya Ibuki.
I'm actually glad people still think it's safe to throw around fun story concepts [scribbles furiously in a notepad].
Would you mind if I took a shot at the idea someday? :)
It was about nine months ago, and this is the setting that was born out of it. Stories will start appearing if any of my current stories hits a snag, is done, or I suddenly turn to comedy writer.

@BG_Character_592, thanks for the idea. It is a fun one to work with.

Behold, a fragment from the reminescences done by Ritsuko Akagi and commented on by Misato Katsuragi.

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The One, and the Many – an NGE setting
From an interview with Dr Ritsuko Akagi; unabridged version provided for authorization by NERV Intelligence Service, from the archive of Science/Technical. Annotations by Colonel Misato Katsuragi.

The ending of the Angel War is still a very controversial matter, where accounts vary from source to source. Could you, as a person involved, shed some light on the matter?

Well, it all began with a bang. Or ended with one. Depends on your perspective, I guess.

Ritsuko, always the stupid jokes. Will you ever grow up?

Could you elaborate?

After Tabris chose to be free – the details of which he never revealed, but we know other Pilots were somehow involved, and they all say "don't ask" – it was over pretty quickly. The Nephilim killed every top SEELE member they could find and prevented our doom. The first question was actually "why not sooner" and the answer was "why didn't you have nuclear fission in 1900 CE?" – because they didn't know it was possible, and how to do it.

So, it all blew over. Tabris returned to being Kaworu Nagisa, staying an angelic guardian... but also a normal person. Well, semi-normal. He is still there, watching, teaching, caring.

This is neither the whole truth nor only the truth. Mudding the waters, good work.

What happened to the organization? There seemed to be little change, except some personnel movements?

NERV came under some scrutiny; Gendo Ikari and Kozo Futsuyuki were prosecuted, and while Professor had it rather light due to his age, Gendo... well, he was nailed with genocide, conspiracy, and misappropriation of funds. Guess what yielded him the greatest sentence.

And I thought I was the cynical one.

They tried to rename NERV, ideas like AXON or NEURON were thrown around, along with bad jokes about next step being CELL or even MEMBRANE.

In the end, they left us as NERV, with all the fun patents and technology, placing the most responsible the first clear-of-charges person on top of it. Katsuragi.

That one has to go. Or at least the "responsibility" joke. I get it, you don't like my attitude, but PR is kind of important.

She kind of protested, but then realized she could finally make the NERV run as she had always imagined it. So, she decided to take the post – and started using Kaji Ryouji as her advisor and anchor. That, and her own personal hunting dog for SEELE remnants. Not to mention, her own personal lover. I'm willing to bet she'll be pushing for marriage soon.

This one definitely has to go. You're walking a thin line here, Rits.

And you?

I got it easy, too. I was offered full amnesty for disclosure and agreeing to remain in kind-of-indentured scientific service. It was a very sweet deal, one I clearly did not deserve. But I pushed for it anyway, for my own selfish reasons; Misato supported it, and here I am. I am something between a prized professional, a star researcher, and a slave; unable to quit, but also completely and utterly irreplaceable. They know that if I try to sabotage the work, there's not much worse they can do to me. So, there's an agreement to let me work in peace as long as my projects do not go over budget, provide some useful results, and do not try to maim or kill anyone in the process. After all, I sold my soul to Gendo before, why not sell it again to better masters? And Katsuragi is far less pain in the ass than Gendo ever was. And she does not make booty calls – her "girls' nights out" are far more preferable ways of bonding.

This… oh for fuck's sake. The two final sentences have to go.

So, I'm once more working with the MAGI and all the magic around Reiquarium, all the wonders of biotechnology, and all the horrors of it.

Speaking of horrors: the Reiquarium.

OK, this is it, Akagi. This is not going anywhere, and the poor guy will have to be intimidated into silence, if not shot.

We didn't have permission to destroy the clone bodies – paperwork necessary to do that was a nightmare, and no one wanted to deal with it; not to mention some people had serious moral issues with the idea. So, we kept them all. It was fine, I simply didn't go down there. Cost of that was relatively low, like keeping 20 bodies fed with base nutrients and disposing of some waste. Nothing compared to our research budget and electricity bills for air conditioning. So, it was just another of those things to deal with some day.

Until they began to awake, one by one.

Awake? What do you mean?

When the first one has awakened, we panicked. But Rei heard the commotion and came down to the lab to talk with her new sister. Then, she used her pull at NERV and UN to give her legal rights, uploaded her with a trimmed-down copy of her own memories, and let her out. She is now called Reib, while original Rei III is now calling herself Reia. Of course, each of them was still addressed as Rei – the other names were there to distinguish them.

Then came another: Reic, a recluse and a genius. She doesn't show, we do not know where she lives, we are not even really sure whether she exists... but sometimes funny papers signed with her stamp find their way into our mailboxes, pushing our knowledge of reality a bit further and chipping at our sanity.

Reid is a bit of a violent artist. Creative, creepy, crazy, cunning. She lives in a cabin in the woods in Geofront. She visits at some nights, and her laughter carries in the dark corridors of NERV HQ. I don't sleep on those nights.

On the other hand, I keep my door sealed at all times anyway. Too many dark things lurking out there, too many things to deal with.

Reie is... weird. Odd. Somehow damaged. I see her often, we interact, but she never speaks; actually, she never makes any sounds except when she moves, and even then, it is the softest. She simply greets you with a bow and a smile. And she is pretty helpful in our research, maintaining the equipment, keeping watch on her unawakened sisters, leaving insightful notes, and bringing coffee and sandwiches at odd hours. Our own "Rei of Mercy", as Maya calls her.

Reif has not emerged yet, but we expect her within a year. It seems there is a pattern to their emergence: initially, it was once a month, now the time grows longer with each of them.

Doctor Akagi… you know what "organizational secrets" are?

How… how does this process work?

They emerge rather blank, so Reia loads them with base memory set she worked out, a stripped-down amalgamation of previous versions. As a result, each of them is a little bit more adjusted at the start than the previous one. At least, this is the theory, but I leave it to Reia. It's her area, one I refuse to enter unless she asks. She has some form of a ritual, the new one is greeted by her sisters. I saw it once by accident, and I never want to witness it again. Never.

Forgive me, while this is something of a work of my dreams, it does not make it any less difficult to deal with the unexpected, the unusual, the uncanny.

Now, imagine. NERV is staffed by blue-haired clones. Reis. Ree. Reia is the big sister of them all, and along with Reib, she mentors them.

Don't ask me where do the souls come from. I stopped asking a long time ago.

You never did ask, this is your problem, Ritsuko Akagi.

What about the pilots?

The Pilots stayed, too. No longer on active duty, of course, but as reservists; at least those that still have Evangelions to operate; I'll get to that in a moment.

Katsuragi finally got them into some therapy, and while it took some time and a lot of effort, they became functional again; the scars are there, and none of them is a paragon of stability, but they are better. And they contribute to both NERV and the society.

Soryu has gotten herself another college degree – again, in record time – and became a physicist. She's on staff, and we somehow manage to work together. She still can't read kanji for her life, but luckily for her, the literature is plentiful in English.

Ayanami... well, the first Ayanami has a lot to do. Rei-swarm (how do I call it? Clutch of Reis? Mischief of Reis?), in the first place – someone has to manage it, and she knows them best. She's doing some research work as well: biology, chemistry, magic metaphysical biology – and acts as one of our tests subjects at times.

Nagisa... well. The trickster, the angelic guard, the hunter of the threats. He's playing some game of his with the world. Weird guy, but firmly on our side. Ours, not UN's.

Young Ikari? House-husband, team pet, team chef. A bit of a musician. He's fine. He seems happy. They are a close – and closed – emotional support group. Initially, I heard some rumors about Soryu and Ikari being together, but then others contradicted them. All I know for sure now is that none of them is married and Soryu sometimes wears a turtleneck or a scarf despite weather making it a bad idea.

They are all living together in some large house in the suburbs they managed to get their hands on in the post-war chaos. Likely as some compensation or a part of their new employment contract; I don't know the details. Good for them, they did suffer more than most of us in this conflict.

As for the Suzuhara boy, he's still in rehabilitation. We developed a treatment for his missing limbs, but it is still experimental and slow to work. Still, he's kind of determined, and a good patient. Horaki girl is motivating him, too; this is another story.

Yay, betray all personal secrets too. Guy's getting an extended memory removal. And his boss too. And the secretaries. I'm deducting the cost of this operation from your pay, Doctor.

There were mentions, during the tribunals, about "unlawful use of souls" with Evangelion units. What happened to them?

The souls within Evangelions were finally contacted – finding a safe and reliable way to do that was one of my first tasks once I was reinstated – and given a choice to leave or to stay and work from their... unique perspective.

Most chose to leave, causing a huge legal headache by introducing a concept of "returned from the dead" to the legal system of a few countries, predominantly Japan – not to mention some upheaval in the families where the then-widower had chosen to remarry; I guess Mr. Langley is not to be envied, exactly, especially that Asuka explained some details to her mother (reinstating Kyoko Soryu was a hard one, but that is yet another tale for yet another time).

Some chose to stay inside, especially that we could not guarantee they'd be able to return once they left; and thus, young Ikari gets to visit his mother only by climbing inside an entry plug and having it inserted into the Evangelion unit that holds her soul. Fortunately, I seem to be the only one that thinks that early Freud would have a field day with that.

Well, this one I agree with. It's just – again – far too personal.

I see. Is there anything you would like to add?

Yes, it's about the place itself. NERV is a strange place now, but a good one to live in and to work for. No longer under a thumb of some nebulous, dark and evil organization – just an honest, if a little bit secretive, research cell working in favor of restoring the world. Katsuragi may be the boss, but whenever you turn, there is some Rei. I'm not sure what to think of it, but I firmly believe she – sorry, they – have every right to be here.

This is their home, after all.

And it is my home, too.

Yay, I love the fact you feel at home, Doctor, but we're going to have a chat, and it is not going to be over a drink.

Thank you for those few words. As I understand, you request this to be processed by NERV's… information service?

It is not my "request", it is the law and one of the terms of my indenture. The interview, in its final form, will have to be authorized by our Information Service, and if it passes muster, it has to be published in the approved form. If anything unapproved leaks… well, I will get scolded.

Oh, of course, we would not want that-

And any person responsible would be hunted down and imprisoned for no less than ten years.

And this stayed in the official text? Either someone's sloppy, or they know this one's not going out.

Oh. Thank you once more.

My pleasure.

Won't be "pleasure" when I go medieval on your babbling ass, Ritsuko. Unless you developed a humiliation kink in the meantime.

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By decision of the NERV commander: after some consideration and following recommendations of the Intelligence Service, I decided to bock publication of this interview. Initially, I thought several cuts would be enough, but Doctor Akagi was thorough enough in the disclosure of our secrets that we had to, in essence, cut everything.

The following is to happen:

  • The original tape and all the files are to be confiscated by Section 3 and stored with research access only, limited to senior staff
  • The interviewer is to be explained the gravity of the situation
  • The news agency is to be informed of the situation and asked for full cooperation
I expect compliance and a full report by the end of tomorrow.

Moreover, a meeting on internal security will be held:

  • Intelligence Service is to prepare improved procedures on security
  • Internal Affairs are to prepare new screening procedures for guests
Recipients:

1. Director of Tactical, for execution of the seizure and confiscation
2. Director of Science/Technical, for reflection so she does not babble again
3. Director of Intelligence service, for the record and future consideration
4. Director of Internal Affairs, for the record and future consideration
5. Commander of NERV, for personal satisfaction
6. a/a

Signed, Colonel Misato Katsuragi, Commander of NERV
 
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