The following fanfiction is my first tale in the universe of Evangelion

The following fanfiction is my first tale in the universe of Evangelion. As you all should know, the characters are extremely developed, if not the most developed in any anime. So I was surprised that they were only a couple of fanfictions on the site that involved the characters going to a psychologist. This little tale of mine is the tale of Asuka Langley Sohryu and her psychologist. As you can very well imagine, there is much territory to cover.

However, that is all the summary I need to tell you. The rest of the story, as it were, should tell itself. And please, leave reviews! I love reviews!


In the Case of Asuka Langley Sohryu

Part One

The only good thing about this entire stupid trip was the fact that she was skipping cleaning duty for her classroom. That was it.

There was nothing else good about being thrown in a car for an hour that looked as though all you needed was to give it a good kick if you wanted to make it fall apart to pieces. There was nothing good that her dear guardian Misato had gulped down a few cans of beer just before coming to pick her and that idiot up from class. Oh, and let's not forget that Wonder Girl was also thrown in between her and the stupid idiot. We couldn't forget that stupid girl and her blank expressionless face.

It sure was creepy just looking at that girl's face. She probably didn't object to having to be carted off to some stupid shrink. After all, a freaking shrink!

They had been told after another one of those boring sync tests. Naturally, she had emerged on top, beating that stupid idiot and Wonder Girl. She had been pretty proud of herself, until she had started showering off the slimy bloodlike LCL from her beautiful, voluptuous frame.

"Alright, you three, the results are in."

Asuka had been running a bar of soap over her arms. The sound of Ritsuko's voice had surprised her, and the jolt had resulted in the soap sliding from her hands. She reached out for the soap, hoping to catch it before it fell, only for it to slip from her hands again. She repeatedly tried to get a firm grip over it, only having it slip from her fingers like an idiot! Finally, she just let the damn thing it the floor, and she picked it up.

"What is it now?" Asuka snarled.

"Is there a problem?" Rei asked from behind the partition of the three shower stalls.

"No, no problems. Everyone's doing great," Ritsuko said, "But we have a different problem."

"Yes," Maya stated.

That girl Maya had to be a lesbian. Asuka would bet all the money in her bank account that she had a crush on Ritsuko. The fact that she could see Asuka's silhouette disgusted her. She was probably having a grand old time in her fantasy land.

"You see, guys," Ritsuko said, "While you are progressing smoothly, we think your improvement has hit something of a roadblock."

"What?" Asuka stammered. A road block? That could not, would not happen. She had to be better than everyone. Ah well. She was still ahead of that idiot, anyway.

"The fact is, with the exception of Shinji, you guys have virtually stopped increasing your sync ratio."

Wait, aside from the idiot? Asuka felt a chill run through her body for the briefest moment before indignation filled her.

"What? Really?" Shinji stammered from the next stall over.

Asuka wanted to punch him.

"And even your development is slowing down," Maya added.

Victory! She knew there was no way that idiot could possibly beat her anyway. He was just a greenhorn, after all.

"However, we think you can still improve, there's just something blocking the way is all," Ritsuko continued, "So we've decided to let you see the NERV psychologist to—"

"Wait, psychologist?!" Asuka stammered, "What do you think we are? Crazy?"

A psychologist. For the briefest moment, an image of a doll materialized in her mind's eye, a doll hanging by a noose from the ceiling of a room, before she returned to her normal state of mind.

"I don't need a psychologist," Asuka grumbled as the idiot spoke up.

"Uh, are you sure that's honestly necessary?"

Finally the idiot spoke with some sense!

"Absolutely," Ritsuko replied, "We aren't saying you're insane or anything."

"Sure you aren't."

"But since the sync tests are connected to your mental state of mind, we think that if you're more at ease with yourself, maybe you'll synchronize more thoroughly than you would normally."

"I'm perfectly fine," Asuka laughed, "It's gonna be a waste of time."

"I see nothing disagreeable."

"I guess I'll go."

And thus she recalled that moment until they pulled up in front of the damn shrink's building a good distance from NERV headquarters. Why did it have to be so damn far away, anyway? Misato opened the door, staggering a little bit, before telling the children to get out of the car.

Naturally, Asuka got out first.

"Uh, is this the place?" Shinji asked, looking at the building.

"Well, what do you think, stupid?" snarled Asuka, "We stopped here. We're getting out of the car. It's kinda obvious that this is the place, you stupid idiot!"

"You don't need to get all defensive about it," Shinji mumbled, revealing the tiny backbone he had.

"Don't worry, Shinji. Asuka's just worried the psychologist will find out she has some sort of horrible disorder," Misato joked.

"No I'm not!" Asuka snarled.

"That theory sounds plausible," Rei replied, glancing up at Asuka, apathetic.

They walked up the stairs through the complex building, which was apparently not solely devoted to the NERV psychologist but also a lot of other psychologists and specialists. Finally, however, they found the appropriate room, and waltzed right in. Naturally, Asuka took the most comfortable seat closest to the door out. The seat was right beside Shinji, the idiot, who was stuck in the middle of her and Rei. Well, at least the idiot would have a side-by-side comparison of what a real woman looked like, and not that stupid Wonder Girl.

Misato walked up to the desk, and informed them that "the special children" had arrived. Special children? What the hell did that mean? Special cases. What were they to this bastard shrink anyway?

"Alright. The doctor will see Rei Ayanami now," Misato said when she returned to them. Rei acknowledged the summons, pushed herself up, and walked to the door opposite them.

Finally, she was gone. That freak bothered her so much, like a stupid doll. Like an emotionless, damn—


She turned at the sound of her name to the idiot on her left. "Oh, what is it?" she asked, mildly.

"Well, I was thinking, what is this person going to be like? Have you ever been to a psychologist before?" he asked.

"Nope, but I know some people who did." A chill ran up her spine as the image of a broken woman in a hospital bed cradling a doll sprang into her mind's eye, but she suppressed that image. "They ask you a bunch of stupid questions. How was your childhood? That's very interesting. What are your dreams like? What does this stupid inkblot look like? And then when you answer all the questions they say you have an Oedipus Complex or something like that?"

"Oedipus Complex?"

"Means you want to have sex with your mom and kill your dad."

This explanation left Shinji staring wide eyed at Asuka as he stammered, "But that's crazy!"

"That's why I hate psychologists. They don't tell you anything useful."

The moments passed in silence for what seemed to be hours, until that damned Wonder Girl walked through those doors into the waiting room. Shinji pushed himself up the moment she walked in, only to approach Rei. Why was he so enthusiastic in greeting her, anyway?

"So what is it like, Rei?" Shinji asked.

"It was agreeable." Was that a smile on Rei's face? That must be one of the signs of the Apocalypse! Rei smiling! Now Asuka was scared. What the hell had gone in that room!?

"The doctor will see Shinji Ikari now."

And so she spent the next session alone. In a waiting room. With a damn doll.

"Are you worried?" Rei asked Asuka after a long period of silence.

"Not in the least," Asuka laughed.

"Then why are you so jittery?"

"Jittery? What do you mean jittery?"

"You're tapping your foot irregularly."

Asuka stamped on her foot with her other foot. "I don't know what you're talking about, Wonder Girl."

Eventually, Shinji walked through the doors, smiling. Alright, now this was strange. Two happy costumers to some stupid psychologist? What the hell was going on? "Alright, now this is ridiculous!" Asuka snarled, pushing herself up, and rushing at that idiot, "Just what the hell is going on?"

"It wasn't like you said, Asuka," Shinji said, raising his eyebrows, "The psychologist never asked about our childhood or told me I had an Ed-You-Poose complex."

"Oedipus! Oedipus Complex!" Asuka snarled before turning on the secretary, "What? Is it my turn now!?"

"That it is," the secretary stammered, a tad taken aback.

Asuka marched to the door, slammed it open, and stamped her way down another hallway. Why the hell were they so many damn hallways in this stupid complex anyway? They couldn't just be one room where they threw all this crap in, could there? Could there!?

Finally, she reached the end of the hall, and opened the door at the end. The walls were lined with shelves of books. Not all of which were psychology books, which surprised Asuka. Rather, a few of the shelves were devoted purely to manga. Sitting at a desk, a cluttered desk at that with many pictures of smiling faces and smiling children was a woman wearing glasses.

"Asuka, right?" the woman asked. She had short black hair cut into a bob, a sweet rounded face. She looked a little pudgy, but Asuka wouldn't have called her plump at all. She looked a little cute, but no where near as pretty as she, Asuka, was.

"You know, I was expecting a guy, truthfully," Asuka said, standing at the door.

"You know, everyone says that," the woman laughed a little before saying, "Take a seat over there."

Asuka had expected a sprawled out couch for her to lye down, but rather found a recliner, which she tossed herself down on. It was rather comfortable. The doctor smiled as Asuka reclined the chair so that the back was parallel to the ground. "When I first got that, I always did that."

Asuka straightened her chair up before mumbling, "That's so childish."

"Maybe, but it's always good to have a bit of innocence, I think," the doctor said, smiling.

Asuka didn't respond.

"My name is Dr. Michiko Tamako, or just Dr. Tamako for short. Or Michiko. Whichever you prefer."

"I'll take the Dr. Tamako, thank you very much," Asuka mumbled.

"You're defensive, aren't you?" Dr. Tamako asked, smiling slightly.

"I'm not falling for your act is all," Asuka laughed, a smirk on her face, "I know what you're doing. You're going to make me feel all comfortable and relaxed, and make you think you're my friend or something, and then bombard me with questions until I start crying and having a damn epiphany or something."

Dr. Tamako interlocked her soft hands, a smile on her lips, "Well, I'm not going to say you're all wrong. I am trying to make you feel comfortable and relaxed. But I'm not trying to make you think I'm your friend. I'm trying to become your friend. And I'd really rather not see you cry."

All lies, but whatever. Asuka would see what happened. She didn't trust this idiot as far as she could throw her, but whatever.

"Alright. But I'm fine the way I am."

"I'm sure you are."

What did she mean by that?

"Say, that boy who came in here before you. He was pretty cute, huh?"

Her face flushed as Asuka pushed herself out of the recliner, "What the hell are you babbling about!? That idiot is so stupid! He's spineless and a pervert!"

"He didn't seem too stupid when I talked to him," laughed Dr. Tamako, "In fact, I thought I was kinda cute, truthfully."

"You lecherous pig! Dummkof!" Was this pedophile just like that idiot Misato?!

"And what about that other girl? Rei? She seemed nice."

"Oh, Wonder Girl?" Asuka snorted, "She'd be nice only if you told her to be. Hell, she doesn't do anything unless you tell her to. I hear her room is a real pigsty."

"I see. Well, that's your opinion. You're entitled to it," the doctor said, smiling, "So, do you want to play a game?"

"A game?" Asuka snorted, "What do you think I am? A kid or something?"

"Well, if you're afraid you'll lose, I understand," Dr. Tamako said, a proud grin on her face.

"Alright! I won't lose! I'll play the stupid game!" Asuka snarled, pushing herself up. So this was a challenge on her honor, was it? Well, she'd never back down from that, even if it was against a stupid shrink.

The doctor withdrew a deck of cards from her desk, smiling as she shuffled them. "The name of the game is Rummy. 5000 Rummy, to be exact."

"Alright! I'll play the damn game, and I'll kick your butt at it, too!" Her rather plump butt, Asuka wanted to add.

"Oh, we'll see." As the doctor explained the rules, Asuka felt her blood boil. So this idiot thought she'd be able to beat Asuka? Well, they'd see about that. Oh, they'd see.

"Let's play."

As they the game went on, the doctor asked a question, "So, Asuka, you like winning?"

"Love it."

"Like being the best?"

"Who doesn't?"

"Oh, I see. Never can settle for second place?"

"Second? No one remembers the second best. They only care about the best. That's the name that everyone remembers. You remember who got second in last year's Olympic Fencing?"


"Remember who got first?"

"I don't watch Fencing," Dr. Tamako said, winking.

"Oh, it was such a great fight, too," Asuka sighed as she laid down her hand, a victorious smile on her face, "Looks like I win."

"Well, not yet, We play until we reach 5000 points."

Asuka grinned, "So I get a few more chances to rub your face in the dirt, huh?"

"Oh, there will be no face rubbing here, Asuka," Dr. Tamako laughed.

As the games proceeded, occasionally Dr. Tamako actually pulling ahead of Asuka and occasionally the Second Child knocking the good doctor down a knotch, Asuka started to make small talk. "So who are those kids in the pictures?"

"My kids," Dr. Tamako said, smiling, "Proud mother of four."

Asuka felt a chill run up her spine the moment the doctor had spoken. An image of a woman cradling a doll in her arms filled her mind's eye for a moment before dissolving into nothingness.

"You want children, Asuka?" Dr. Tamako asked, smiling gently.

"Not at all."

"You should really reconsider. They're really great!"

"No thanks."

"And you could have Shinji as the husband."

Asuka's face flushed deep red as she rushed to her feet, "Just what the hell are you implying here?!"

"Nothing. Nothing."

"It better be nothing! I hate that stupid idiot! He's just so spineless and.…argh!"

"You best not be distracted, Asuka."

"And why is that?"

"Distractions like that might get in the way of the game," Dr. Tamako said as she placed the winning hand down on the table.

"Damn!" Asuka snarled, snapping her fingers, "Ah well, there's next game! What's the score so far?"

"Well, you have 4890, while I have…oh, I have 5100. Looks like I win!"

Asuka's eyes widened in shock. "Alright! Just how the hell did you do that?!"

"I have experience," the doctor laughed, "But don't worry. You put up a great fight, so I'm sure—"

"That doesn't matter! I have to win!"


"Because no one cares about second place!"

"Is that so? But who are you fighting against?"

Asuka looked at her. "What are you talking about?"

"Who is it that you're trying to beat?" Dr. Tamako asked, a half grin on her lips, "Is it me? Is it Rei? Shinji? I don't think so. I think what you're doing is just beating yourself up."

"What?!" Asuka stammered, "What do you mean I'm beating myself up?"

"Listen, Asuka," Dr. Tamako said, looking up at her, "Playing games and winning is great and all, but no one is perfect. Eventually, people lose. It's impossible to win all the time. The fact of the matter is that you don't need to be perfect to be remembered."

"What do you mean?"

"Eventually, Shinji will pass you."

"What?!" That idiot could not, would not pass her! She was too good for that!

"The fact is that he's increasing at an astounding rate. And while he's getting better and better, you're essentially standing still. What you need to do is—"

"He won't beat me!"

"Let me finish. What you need to do is to acknowledge that you are an amazing pilot, even if you aren't the best."

"I know I'm amazing! Better than everyone else!"

"You know, the old saying goes that if someone is good, there's always someone better."

"But there's only three of us. And I'm the best!" she said, smiling confidently.

"Might not always be that way. Might be that something will happen to change that. All you need to do is understand that you might lose. Or fail. It's only human nature. Even in the Olympics, champions are beaten in their later attempts by the second place finishers or even the eigth place finishers."

"So are you saying I'm going to lose?"

"No. You might be the best forever, but you just need to be a little more humble about it. Winning isn't everything."

"But no one really cares about someone who isn't the best," Asuka mumbled, "Just like no one cares about that Shinji—"

"You seem to care a lot."

"Will you shut up about that? I don't like the idiot!"

"Sure you don't. Well, try playing some Rummy with the other two, and next time, try a little harder to beat me."

"Oh, I will beat you! Make no mistake about it!" Asuka said, a confident little smile crawling up her lips.