GOMEN!!! GOMEN FOR THE LATE UPDATE!!! (no, really)

I had half this story stored in my old computer all this time. I only completed this tonight ^^;

Sorry…. I could give you a million excuses but the most believable and effective one would be I was lazy, so there =P

Anyways read, review, and get your voodoo dolls ready, coz Darqy is back with more scandalous Eva fanfics!

Yatta!!

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  The loud chirping of cicadas could be heard from the inside. The warm rays of light shone through the windows as birds flew busily outside. A veil of mist surrounded the mountaintops. The lush, green forests at the foot of the hills climbed towards the peak, covering the mountains in green. The smell of rain and grass clung heavily in the air. The surrounding trees were moist with dew. All these sights and smells and sounds created this morning, just like any other morning. The person behind the window ran her fingers across the glass of the window separating her from the outside world. She longed to get out, but the windows and walls and doors kept her in. She was a prisoner in this corridor, able only to experience the morning within those walls.

  Her bandaged arm hung limply and uselessly on a sling across her breasts. Her eye-patch sent her vision into two dimensions. Yet she saw everything outside. The warmth of the sun, the dampness of the earth. The smell of the flowers, the sound of the insects and animals outside. She saw and felt and longed for them, yet she was confined within the brick walls.

  Asuka begin pounding the glass with her fists.

Let me out…

  It was a while before she realized those words actually came out of her mouth. She stopped pounding and clenched her fist against the window pane. The window wouldn't break.

Let me out, damn you!

  She begin to cry. The walls grew around her, closing in on her, suffocating her. Somehow she knew that she wanted release not from the building, but from her own mind. She was terrified and frightened, for she could not remember. She felt a smothering loss that she could not explain. She felt trapped in her own mind, wanting to finally regain what was most precious to her.

  Her memory.

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  Dr. Akagi sat down firmly, resting a large file onto the cold, metal table. She unwound the string around the clasp of the file before opening it and scanning the first page of its contents. She flipped through the first few pages before examining a particular page. She read and reread the entire page until she was certain the information had been committed to memory. Satisfied with herself, she closed the file and looked across the table at the silent Asuka.

  Asuka stared at her hands, which were clasped tightly on her lap. Little, fuzzy images floated across her mind, the escaped memories that still lingered within her. She concentrated on one particularly blur image. The distortion began to clear up. She could see it was a person, clad in a school uniform over a blue shirt. He looked too familiar. Her head began to hurt. Her heart began to beat faster, yet she felt no joy at that picture. Only pain.

  Who is this person? Why does my heart hurt when I remember him? I feel like crying… I can't explain it… who are you? Who…?

 "Asuka?" Akagi's voice snapped into her brain.

  Asuka looked up instinctively. The name triggered a reaction that made her answer it. It was confusing. It took her a while to realize that it was her name. She stared blankly at Akagi, who said nothing. They looked at each other for some time, and Asuka finally looked away, unable to take Akagi's penetrating stare. Her gaze reverted to her lap again, and she bit her lower lip, confused. And alone.

"Asuka?" Akagi repeated. "Do you know who I am?"

   She didn't.

"My name is Dr. Akagi. You've known me for some time."

  Asuka looked up at Dr. Akagi. She did look familiar, yet she couldn't remember anything about the blond haired doctor. Her eyes were threatening to sprout tears again. It was painful, as if living in another dimension, where you mind was blank. Even your own body felt unfamiliar. Her head begin to throb. She wanted to remember. She wanted to resume whatever life she was leading before this. She wanted to be normal again. Yet, a tiny part of her didn't. And it was linked to that boy… that boy she could not remember.

"…and it seems that you have lost most, if not all, of you memory." Akagi concluded. "Asuka, did you understand me?"

  Asuka nodded. Akagi leaned back and sighed with relief. At least she wasn't completely wiped. She reopened the file and scribbled something untidy on the first page. Pushing the file aside and recapping her pen, she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, and her chin on her hands. She began to talk casually to Asuka, as if over coffee. Akagi smiled reassuringly at Asuka, who seemed more confused than ever.

"Asuka, if you can reply, please do. I'm quite sure the impact to your head did not affect your ability to speak."

  She remained silent. She had nothing to say. She didn't know anything. She was lost, confused, and most of all, frightened of all around her.

"Come on…" Akagi said with a tiny tinge of impatience. "Do you remember your age?"

"Fourteen"

  Another instinctive reply. Her voice was, thankfully, familiar to her. It did not seem foreign, like everything else. Maybe she wasn't so lost after all. She just needed something to push the memories back into place. Bit by bit Akagi begin to question her. She could remember tiny, irrelevant things like her birthday or favorite food. But when it came to subject like 'Nerv' or 'Evangelion' she was as confused and before, and her head hurt more. After about an hour of interrogation, Asuka was given a quick physical check up. Akagi wrote everything down on the first page of the file. She escorted Asuka back to her room, where she left her, alone to wander in her thoughts. She ended up falling asleep, her mind suddenly exhausted by the day's activities. She slept restlessly, the boy once again intruding into her mind. She cried in her sleep.

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  Gendo Ikari waited outside Akagi's office as she finished filing her last reports. She backed out of her office, he arms laden with books and papers. She passed the Commander, who began striding along her side. He did not offer to help. They walked side by side in silence up until the break room. Akagi released her burden onto a nearby table and proceeded to the vending machine. She was putting in the final coin when Commander Ikari spoke up.

"What is the report on the second child?"

Akagi collected her drink from the slot at the bottom of the machine. She opened the can, and took a long, welcomed drought. She stared ahead into the rows of display cans arranged behind a transparent plastic screen ahead of her. She took another sip before replying.

"She's suffering from something called 'Selective Amnesia'."

"Elaborate."

"Her mind wanted to forget something tremendous, something that impacted her, most probably hurt her very badly. That particular memory was most probably playing in her mind during the battle. Of course, one cannot just forget a traumatic experience. Thus, the impact to her skull must have enabled her mind to bend the rules a bit, and forced that particular memory, along with many others, into amnesia."

"In other words?"

"She wanted to forget."

  Neither said anything for a while. Akagi finished her drink and tossed the can into the trash can before collecting her stuff. As she was about to leave, Gendo left her with two simple words.

"Fix her."

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Notes:
Selective Amnesia – A condition where the patient forgets a traumatic or bad experience, thought or memory on purpose. In most cases other critical memories that are relevant to the undesired memory is removed from the mind too. This form of amnesia is extremely rare, and usually occur after the patient suffers an impact to her head, spine of neck. Chances of a patient recovering the memory is very slim, due to the fact that the patient does not want to remember.

Source – I Made It Up