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.
A Chinese translation of this fanfic, by Asuka201, can be found here:
http : transtation. data263. com /article /show.asp ?aid=315 (remove the spaces)
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.
"She's young. I'm guessing around twenty-five, twenty-six."
A pause. A slight pressure on her head.
"Look at the color of that hair. She must have been a great beauty at some point."
A cold breeze. Unfamiliar voices.
"Do we know her name?"
Her name. The three words she used to flaunt so flirtingly all the time.
"No."
She was nameless. A nonentity wandering this earth.
A sigh. "We'll wait for her to wake up. Perhaps then she'll be able to tell us more about herself."
"Yes, that would be for the best."
A closing door followed by another cold draft. She could feel her hair blowing softly across her face, but she couldn't move her fingers. She cannot open her eyes to see where she is.
Who am I?
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There was a soft beep as the monitor lines turned green and the clear plastic covering slid off of the patient as if by magic. The girl lying inside slowly opened her eyes.
A blank patternless ceiling.
"Oh, you're awake!" The well-meaning nurse hurried over to her side. "How are you feeling?"
She tried to speak. No words came from her lips, only a ragged rasp of a sound.
The nurse looked concerned. "Do you want some water?"
She nodded faintly. The nurse smiled, patted her hand, and hurried away.
Who am I?
The question came back to haunt her as she searched the depths of her mind for answers. Surprisingly, the girl who had always told herself that there was no need for others, that she could thrive alone, vaguely remembered the names of others—but not her own.
Misato. Major Katsuragi Misato. A young woman with strikingly dark purple hair.
Ritsuko. The blonde. She could no longer remember her surname, except that it began with an A sound.
Rei? The silent one. The one whose name meant "zero". The one she had hated so much, although now she couldn't remember why.
Shinji.
One word was synonymous with that name in her mind. Baka.
She closed her eyes and scrunched them up, racking her brains. Why could she remember all these names, or fragments of names, but not her own? There were three distinct words—that she knew—but nothing else.
She propped herself up on her elbows and looked around, inspecting all the technologically advanced machines, then came back to her own body. Her feet were grimy and the soles were rough. She wiggled her toes. Her long copper hair, once long and shiny, was now dull and felt like a weight on her shoulders.
There was something hard under her, digging into her flesh. She reached under and pulled it out.
A plastic card, splattered with large red X's that covered the face and name of a teenage girl.
Who is she?
The door slid open abruptly and the nurse stepped back in, efficiently holding up a tall glass of water and closing the door with her foot. "Here you go."
The girl hesitated, then lifted it slowly to her lips. The cool liquid was like honey nectar to her dry, rasping throat. She drank her fill, then wiped at her lips with her free hand.
The nurse pulled up a chair and sat down beside her. "Would you like to tell me your name?"
She shook her head. She could not be sure of her voice yet. The nurse averted her gaze, clearly disappointed, and it landed on the card in her pale white hands.
"It's a picture of you."
She tried hard to comprehend the words. A picture of her? This was what she looked like?
No, this girl was alive. She felt very dead and hollow inside.
"May I see it?"
Her fingers tightened on the card. Nevertheless, without much effort the nurse freed it from her hands and squinted as she rotated it back and forth, inspecting every aspect.
"Nerv, UN...Sorhyu Asuka Langley. 0001-257-33."
Sorhyu Asuka Langley.
That's my name.
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Several days passed before Asuka could speak again, and she did so then only in utter privacy. Her voice was quiet and weak at first, as she repeated the names of the objects around her, afraid to unlock the secrets of her mind and heart. She knew that if she revealed her vocal secret to the nurse, they would be interrogating her endlessly about her past. After all, she had no idea how she had turned up here and had only an ID card with a past picture of her and a few memories of some fragmented names.
Ever since she had regained consciousness, the nurse had taken a great liking to her and gone to extremes to make her happy. In one way Asuka was happy for her company, but in another way, her incessant chatting had quickly become old. She'd learned plenty about the woman's daughters, sisters, brothers, aunts, and other relatives. She had heard so much about her house that she could probably draw a detailed diagram of it, providing she could control her mind and fingers.
She was fine physically. Asuka knew that. It was her mind that she was concerned about.
She was alone in her room now, the fifth morning since she had awakened from her coma. The names of the machines and furniture around her had quickly become old, and slowly, bit by bit, she began to tear at the cement wall she had constructed around the people of her past.
The one she remembered the most was the one she'd dubbed "baka" without really knowing why. What he had done in the past to make her call him that, she didn't know. Gradually, however, she was beginning to remember how he looked. He had been a tall, skinny boy with a long neck and distinctly feminine eyes. His hair had been dark brown and had often stuck at odd angles. In her mind he always wore the same expression—a shy, terrified look.
Asuka was sleeping regular hours now, and he was appearing in her dreams, as well. With the exception of the lack of dialogue, her dreams might have constituted the past. Shinji-baka was always standing in a vaguely kitchen, his head hanging low. Asuka wanted to yell at him, to reprimand him although she didn't know what he'd done, but she couldn't speak. She had no voice.
But before she could find out who he, Misato Katsuragi, Ritsuko, or the mysterious Rei was, she'd have to find out who she herself was.
The problem was that all she had was an ID card of a person she didn't recognize anymore.
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.
A Chinese translation of this fanfic, by Asuka201, can be found here:
http : transtation. data263. com /article /show.asp ?aid=315 (remove the spaces)
Thanks for reading! Drop me a review if you'd like. I'd love to hear from you!
= = = = = = =
I don't remember.
"She's young. I'm guessing around twenty-five, twenty-six."
A pause. A slight pressure on her head.
"Look at the color of that hair. She must have been a great beauty at some point."
A cold breeze. Unfamiliar voices.
"Do we know her name?"
Her name. The three words she used to flaunt so flirtingly all the time.
"No."
She was nameless. A nonentity wandering this earth.
A sigh. "We'll wait for her to wake up. Perhaps then she'll be able to tell us more about herself."
"Yes, that would be for the best."
A closing door followed by another cold draft. She could feel her hair blowing softly across her face, but she couldn't move her fingers. She cannot open her eyes to see where she is.
Who am I?
= = = = = = =
There was a soft beep as the monitor lines turned green and the clear plastic covering slid off of the patient as if by magic. The girl lying inside slowly opened her eyes.
A blank patternless ceiling.
"Oh, you're awake!" The well-meaning nurse hurried over to her side. "How are you feeling?"
She tried to speak. No words came from her lips, only a ragged rasp of a sound.
The nurse looked concerned. "Do you want some water?"
She nodded faintly. The nurse smiled, patted her hand, and hurried away.
Who am I?
The question came back to haunt her as she searched the depths of her mind for answers. Surprisingly, the girl who had always told herself that there was no need for others, that she could thrive alone, vaguely remembered the names of others—but not her own.
Misato. Major Katsuragi Misato. A young woman with strikingly dark purple hair.
Ritsuko. The blonde. She could no longer remember her surname, except that it began with an A sound.
Rei? The silent one. The one whose name meant "zero". The one she had hated so much, although now she couldn't remember why.
Shinji.
One word was synonymous with that name in her mind. Baka.
She closed her eyes and scrunched them up, racking her brains. Why could she remember all these names, or fragments of names, but not her own? There were three distinct words—that she knew—but nothing else.
She propped herself up on her elbows and looked around, inspecting all the technologically advanced machines, then came back to her own body. Her feet were grimy and the soles were rough. She wiggled her toes. Her long copper hair, once long and shiny, was now dull and felt like a weight on her shoulders.
There was something hard under her, digging into her flesh. She reached under and pulled it out.
A plastic card, splattered with large red X's that covered the face and name of a teenage girl.
Who is she?
The door slid open abruptly and the nurse stepped back in, efficiently holding up a tall glass of water and closing the door with her foot. "Here you go."
The girl hesitated, then lifted it slowly to her lips. The cool liquid was like honey nectar to her dry, rasping throat. She drank her fill, then wiped at her lips with her free hand.
The nurse pulled up a chair and sat down beside her. "Would you like to tell me your name?"
She shook her head. She could not be sure of her voice yet. The nurse averted her gaze, clearly disappointed, and it landed on the card in her pale white hands.
"It's a picture of you."
She tried hard to comprehend the words. A picture of her? This was what she looked like?
No, this girl was alive. She felt very dead and hollow inside.
"May I see it?"
Her fingers tightened on the card. Nevertheless, without much effort the nurse freed it from her hands and squinted as she rotated it back and forth, inspecting every aspect.
"Nerv, UN...Sorhyu Asuka Langley. 0001-257-33."
Sorhyu Asuka Langley.
That's my name.
= = = = = = =
Several days passed before Asuka could speak again, and she did so then only in utter privacy. Her voice was quiet and weak at first, as she repeated the names of the objects around her, afraid to unlock the secrets of her mind and heart. She knew that if she revealed her vocal secret to the nurse, they would be interrogating her endlessly about her past. After all, she had no idea how she had turned up here and had only an ID card with a past picture of her and a few memories of some fragmented names.
Ever since she had regained consciousness, the nurse had taken a great liking to her and gone to extremes to make her happy. In one way Asuka was happy for her company, but in another way, her incessant chatting had quickly become old. She'd learned plenty about the woman's daughters, sisters, brothers, aunts, and other relatives. She had heard so much about her house that she could probably draw a detailed diagram of it, providing she could control her mind and fingers.
She was fine physically. Asuka knew that. It was her mind that she was concerned about.
She was alone in her room now, the fifth morning since she had awakened from her coma. The names of the machines and furniture around her had quickly become old, and slowly, bit by bit, she began to tear at the cement wall she had constructed around the people of her past.
The one she remembered the most was the one she'd dubbed "baka" without really knowing why. What he had done in the past to make her call him that, she didn't know. Gradually, however, she was beginning to remember how he looked. He had been a tall, skinny boy with a long neck and distinctly feminine eyes. His hair had been dark brown and had often stuck at odd angles. In her mind he always wore the same expression—a shy, terrified look.
Asuka was sleeping regular hours now, and he was appearing in her dreams, as well. With the exception of the lack of dialogue, her dreams might have constituted the past. Shinji-baka was always standing in a vaguely kitchen, his head hanging low. Asuka wanted to yell at him, to reprimand him although she didn't know what he'd done, but she couldn't speak. She had no voice.
But before she could find out who he, Misato Katsuragi, Ritsuko, or the mysterious Rei was, she'd have to find out who she herself was.
The problem was that all she had was an ID card of a person she didn't recognize anymore.