Finding Asuka Langley

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11/30/1999 - 00:00

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Twelve years after Nerv, Sorhyu Asuka Langley sets out to find out who she really is.

  1. Disclaimer: Don't own Evangelion, just love it, especially Misato and Asuka.

    Author's Note: First eva fic I've tried to write, and it's probably very confusing. I haven't really set a time period for this, but I guess I'm assuming End of Eva never occurred? There aren't too many spoilers in this first chapter, but I'm sure there will be more later.

    Thanks for reading! Drop me a review if you'd like. I'd love to hear from you!

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    I don't remember.

  2. "Asuka-chan."

    It was amazing just how accustomed the nurse had become to calling her Asuka, almost as if it was a pet name.

    Obligingly Asuka swung her legs over the side of the bed and shivered as her toes made contact with the cold floor. She was still barefoot and the chilliness traveled from her feet up throughout her body. The redhead folded her arms around herself. Why was it so cold in this damn place?

  3. "I'm here to see Sorhyu Asuka Langley."

    The receptionist glanced up from whatever she had been writing and shifted her gaze to the woman in front of her. She held a small bouquet of unrecognizable flowers in one hand, the blossoms small and bunched together. Her facial expression immediately showed that she was not a woman to mess with.

    With one finger, the receptionist tapped the keyboard languidly. It took an agonizingly long time for her to pull up Asuka's files. The visitor remembered Ritsuko Akagi's technological talent.

  4. Asuka was drawing in her notebook, the one Hazuki-san had brought her. She touched the creamy pale green pages with her fingertips and remembered the cherry blossoms she'd seen outside the other day.

    A smile crept onto her face, then quickly vanished as she turned to look at her window. Had someone been watching her?

  5. "Smile, Asuka-chan."

    The redhead turned slightly to the left and looked directly at the lens as she smiled. Hazuki-san pressed the button and bathed Asuka in a dazzling flash of white.

  6. "Ahh! ECCHI! What was he doing?! Taking pictures of girls in the changing room!"

    Misato laughed at Asuka's shocked reaction. "Boys are boys. They never change." She sipped her tea--a weak substitute for beer, no matter how much she tried to adjust--and leaned forward again. "This one was taken right by the track outside your school--and this one by the pool."

    Asuka nodded as she flipped through the album of pictures, the majority of which featured a younger redhead. "Who took these?"

  7. "Hello, Ritsuko."

    The doctor stared in surprise at the young man who stood outside her door. Shinji Ikari was not dressed in the white shirt and black pants that he had always worn, shying away from everyone. Instead, he was dressed smartly in a suit and tie with shiny black shoes, carrying a leather computer bag in one hand. He looked her directly in the eyes as he spoke.

    "Come in." She stepped aside and gestured to her cramped living room. "If you don't mind, I'll be a few more minutes. Misato will be here any minute."

    "All right."

  8. Dinner was a somewhat strained affair for the two twenty-six year olds who hadn't met in over twelve years, but Misato and Ritsuko made themselves at home. Shinji was seated to Asuka's left, and Misato to her right. Ritsuko sat directly facing her. Kimie, the dutiful and understanding girl that she was, politely excused herself and went home to take care of her brothers.

  9. Over ten years had passed since he'd been here.

    It had never been somewhere Shinji liked to be before, for he was never allowed to be alone. During the earlier years of his life the teacher had always accompanied him, making shifty gestures that clearly showed that he was uncomfortable. Throughout the years at Nerv he had visited his mother's grave every now and then--with his father. The thought of his father sent a surge of both annoyance and regret down his spine. Shinji pushed those thoughts out of his mind and concentrated on the few happy times of his childhood.

  10. She hated the night shift. She hated the loneliness of the empty hallways, the silence of the sleeping patients. Most of all she hated almost drifting off to sleep before being rudely awakened by the shouts that signaled the arrival of another patient barely clinging to life.

    Tonight was one of those nights, where the dim lights had quickly sealed Hazuki-san's eyes before a loud shout drew her out of her trance. Annoyed, she shook her head and clamped her hair back, then ran to the scene.

    She could hardly believe what she was seeing.

  11. Misato threw the wilting flowers into the trash and poured the yellowing water down the sink. Perhaps Shinji would not be very happy with her for disposing of his flowers, but the blackening heads of the roses had already begun to dip down, bending almost double, and Misato didn't think it was good luck to keep dead flowers in Asuka's room. Cut roses never lived very long, anyway--this bouquet had only been there for four days. Misato crudely arranged the bouquet of spring blossoms she had purchased, making sure flowers of the same color were not bunched together, then returned to Asuka's

  12. Asuka closed the door behind her and turned the lock with a satisfying click. Slowly she turned around to reveal her reflection in the dimly illuminated mirror. Her hair resembled a fireball, and the rest of her body was none the better. The redhead noticed a small package of amenities wrapped in clear plastic. On it were large green letters: SANITARY.

    She tore it open and pulled out the plastic comb, slowly working it through her unbrushed hair. Perhaps after getting home she would cut it--then it wouldn't take so long to organize.

  13. She loved the jingling of little golden bell on the door of the ice cream parlor as she opened it. Asuka turned and waved to Misato, who smiled before pressing down on the accelerator. The blue car shot out of sight.

    "Ohayoo, Asuka."

    "Hey," Asuka greeted Madoka, her fellow employee, who was already busy at work adding sugar to her latest batch of ice cream. She glanced at the clock. There were still thirty minutes until they were due to open. Asuka sidled over to her friend. "Do you need any help?"

  14. "You're going to America?! Asuka, I'm so jealous!"

    Madoka was beaming at her, a wide smile gracing her face as she worked rapidly in the backroom. Asuka brought her another watermelon and waited, her hands folded on top of the fruit.

    "Madoka," she chided.

    "It was so romantic of him to invite you in his magazine, where everyone could see it," Madoka mused dreamily. The handle cranked under the pressure of her strong hands. "How long will you be staying?"

  15. Shinji caught his breath as the redhead appeared, standing out distinctly in the throng of dark-haired Japanese. She was dressed in a red windbreaker and white shorts, glancing around distractedly with a bag in one hand. A moment later she noticed him and broke into a wide smile as she ran towards him.

    "Shinji!" she called out, then restrained from throwing herself into his arms. Shinji took the bag from her hand, flung it carelessly into a nearby seat, and pulled her into his embrace.

    "I've missed you," he whispered, in English. Asuka repeated the words after him.

  16. He had been worried about boring her during the long ride. Shinji was not a fast driver like Misato; he enjoyed going along at his own leisurely pace, and unlike a trip through Tokyo-3, a trip through California could get boring easily with the repetitive forests and occasional glimpse of ocean. Maybe she'd like to go to the beach sometime.

    Shinji glanced at the clock and noted that they had been driving for nearly two hours. Asuka sat in the passenger's seat, to his right, and had her forehead pressed against the window.

    "Are you hot?"

  17. He recognized her presence immediately, a pleasing change from the silent morning.

    Despite having owned the house for nearly three years, he was rarely in it, preferring instead to work late into the night. Every once in awhile he would get carried away and wind up sleeping at his desk, bent over a stack of potential magazine covers. Obviously, Asuka wouldn't have taken to this habit very well, so Shinji had dusted the house from top to bottom and purchased some groceries before his arrival, attempting to give it some form of a vivacious theme.

  18. "Don't you have to go back to work soon?"

    Misato flashed a grin. "Luckily for me, Ritsuko, my hours are much more flexible than yours. Besides, it's much too lonely without Asuka around."

    The blonde sighed and picked up her bag. "All right then...have fun." She stepped into her high heels and wriggled her toes. "Don't get too rowdy."

    "Jeez, Ritsuko... loosen up!"

    The doctor rolled her eyes and left.

  19. Asuka woke up Thursday morning with a headache. Perhaps it was just the position I slept in, she thought dazedly. The redhead pulled the blanket over her head and tried again to sleep.

    She came up a moment later for air.

  20. On Friday, it turned out that Shinji hadn't the vaguest clue where to go.

    Asuka found him at the breakfast table wearing a frown and studying a travel guide labeled simply "California", which she found odd, considering that he lived there. He'd finished breakfast: several orange seeds remained on the sticky plate in front of him.

    "Hey." His face broke into a smile when he noticed her, and he was quick to lay down the magazine. "Do you want me to make you something?"

    "No, that's fine." She sat down and helped herself to the platter of fruit.

  21. Kimie was an early bird, as her brothers liked to call her; she rose daily with the sun. She didn't generally have much choice--the boys liked to sleep in a bit, and they liked to eat before doing anything else in the morning. In addition, her little rooms were always in need of sweeping and dusting--Kimie liked to have things perfectly neat.

  22. "I'll be there, then," Shinji cut in, clearly exasperated. "Oh, that--I don't care. Anything but the green, since it doesn't go with our cover story. Yes, I'd appreciate that, thank you very much--by the way, is Kensuke there?"

    He listened intently, absentmindedly shuffling around papers with the other hand. The clock on the wall ticked along cheerfully, never stopping, and soon made another full rotation around its face. The time was 8:38 AM. If his plane left at nine-thirty PM, he would have plenty of time to see Asuka off before hurrying off to catch his own flight.

  23. She blinked hard. Crystalline white snowflakes fluttered gracefully from the sky and came to a rest on her eyelashes, giving them an icy, crusted look. This did nothing to improve Asuka's sight, and she wiped them away. They melted on her hand.

    Shinji came to her side a moment later, as she leaned against the car, folding her arms protectively around herself. Her hair was down around her shoulders, folded loosely into the thick beige winter jacket she wore. Misato had bought it for her as a Christmas gift. She wore neither a hat nor any trace of makeup.

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