Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Silence of the Angels ❯ First Meeting ( Chapter 2 )

"Hello" Dr. Sohryu said mischievously.

She gave him a cute smile.

`God, does she sound sexy!' He thought in quick appraisal; but Shinji knew he had to display a professional personality; especially to this one.

He started talking in a calm manner.

"Good morning Dr. Sohryu, my name is Shinji Ikari of the FBI. May I speak with you?"

She tilted her head slightly; never once letting the cute smile disappear from her face. There was silence between the two for a few seconds; then she finally answered with a question.

"Old Kozzie sent you, hmm?"

Shinji really hated it when people answered with questions; but he nevertheless played along.

"If you are talking about Director Fuyutsuki, yes he did."

This really got her attention. Her cute smile brightened even further.

"He's an FBI director now? A lot has changed!"

Her cute smile then suddenly disappeared from her face. It was replaced with a look of exaggerated sadness.

"I try to keep in touch with old friends, but for some reason they don't reply to my letters" Dr. Sohryu pouted.

She studied him for a second, as if trying to find the best way to snap his neck. However, Shinji was not about to lose his cool. He stood there, trying his best to imitate his father's cold personality; but she didn't buy it.

Dr. Sohryu smiled faintly, then placed the sketching board on the bunk and stood up. She gracefully walked up to a foot behind the glass barrier and remained there. Dr. Sohryu had her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Show me your credentials."

It was a demand and not a request.

Shinji carefully removed his wallet and flipped it open to show the special ID that director Fuyutsuki gave him.

"Closer" she sneered.

He was a good five feet from the barrier, so Shinji took two solid steps forward.

"Closer idiot! I can't exactly bite you." she enunciated sharply.

"Sorry."

So Shinji closed the gap until he was right up to the glass.

He nearly jumped back when she stepped closer.

Her arms were still crossed, but she wasn't looking at his ID; instead she was staring right at him.

`Damn, that was just an excuse to study me better' Shinji thought apprehensively.

After a minute, a long minute, she darted her eyes down towards his ID and quickly back to his face.

"That ID expires in one week. You aren't really an FBI agent, are you?" She sounded disappointed.

Shinji felt a little embarrassed at her assessment of him.

"That right, Dr. Sohryu" Shinji replied. "I'm still in training at the academy."

This seemed to enflame her into a quiet rage.

"Old Kozzie sent a trainee to interview me? A trainee?!?" Her eyes narrowed sharply.

"I'm sorry I'm not living up to your expectations thus far, but I'm just doing what I'm told." Shinji steadily responded.

"I'm sure you always do what you're told."

She cocked an eye in interest.

"Sit down" she ordered.

`She isn't one to ask nicely.' Shinji thought as he gently sat down on the rusty chair and placed his folder in his lap; he interlaced his fingers on top of it.

"You look like a good little school boy sitting there!" She remarked comically with another smile.

"Sorry." Shinji adjusted his posture.

Dr. Sohryu continued to smile.

"You caused quite a stir among the others. We don't get many visitors; actually, I'm the only one who gets the few visitors that come here. Society doesn't really care about my neighbors. But tell me, what did my neighbor Migs say to you, Multiple Migs, to be more precise?" she asked.

Shinji was embarrassed to be asked this, but continued to answer.

"He said `I can smell your cock.'"

She chuckled. "I see, luckily, I cannot. However…" she left off ominously.

Dr. Sohryu closed her eyes, and sniffed the space near the air-holes. Shinji found himself drawn to study her while she wasn't looking.

`She's beautiful with her eyes closed.'

"You use Nivea shaving-cream…and…you ate a breakfast burrito right before you came here" she said while suddenly opening her eyes. "Disgusting."

Shinji smiled honestly.

"That's right, Dr. Sohryu." Impressed and embarrassed by her detailed observations.

He decided to change the subject from himself.

"Did you do all those drawings Dr. Sohryu?" He glanced over at the far wall.

Several sketches on butcher paper adorned the bricked wall; artistic doodles done with nothing more than charcoal. There was a drawing of a hooded figure; a striking self-portrait; and an in-depth sketch of a lake and several buildings lining the coast.

"No, my `roommates' gave them to me as presents. Of course I did those drawings!" she chided him playfully.

"Sorry." He smiled self-consciously.

"All that detail from memory?" he asked, impressed by the last sketch.

"Yes. That is one is a sketch of the Alster Lakes in Hamburg. Have you ever been to Germany?"

"No."

She looked up in imagination.

"A pity. It's a beautiful place, particularly in the spring. I would love to go there again someday. But that doesn't seem likely now." Dr. Sohryu turned her eyes back towards Shinji.

He swallowed and got down to business.

"Dr. Sohryu…" he began as he took out several papers from his folder, "we need your help in a questionnaire and-"

"Mein Gott!" she whispered harshly.

Shinji looked up to see her looking at him with a playful scorn on her face.

"I'm sorry?"

"So far you had everything right. Establishing trust, engaging in small talk, but this sudden request won't do. We were having so much fun."

"I'm sorry, but this questionnaire is the reason why I'm here Dr. Sohryu. Either you will or you won't. Your choice."

His last statements were uncharacteristic of Shinji. He was never this decisive in conversations.

She studied him for a few seconds…and laughed. It wasn't a hysterical laugh, but one of amusement.

"Old Kozzie must be really busy to have to send a trainee like you here! FBI must be concentrating all their useful resources tracking down Wild Carl. Tell me why they call him `Wild Carl?' I'm at a lost. Tell me…please?"

She gave him another one of her cute smiles.

`Looks like she's back to toying with me.' Shinji thought. He was starting to become annoyed by her behavior.

But Shinji still answered her question.

"Well, that name came from a fictional serial killer in the movie `The Cell.' The particular character, Carl Stargher, bleached his victims…just like our real-life `Carl.'"

"Interesting. Was it a good movie?"

"It was okay."

She went on to another question.

"Tell me, why does he bleach his victims? Enthrall me with your acumen."

Shinji answered.

"Well, as if copycatting the movie's killer, he bleaches them to make them…special to him. Most serial killers like to believe they have special relationships with their victims."

"I certainly didn't" she replied distastefully.

"No, you just ate them."

Dr. Sohryu gave him a critical look.

"Pass it through now."

Shinji carefully got up and walked a short distance to the grate. He softly laid the questionnaire in there and pushed it on through to her side of the glass barrier and stepped back to his seat. Shinji never took his eyes off her the entire time.

But she too had her eyes on him the whole time.

Dr. Asuka Sohryu strolled on over to remove the questionnaire from the grate. She leaned her back against the glass barrier, pressing her buttock against it in the process. Shinji found himself taking a glance and turning his head away out of shame. She noticed this from the corner of her eye.

She glanced through the questionnaire for no more than five seconds when…

"Oh agent Ikari, do you really think this pathetic tool can get inside my head?"

She turned around and faced him.

Shinji was caught off guard by her blunt question.

"No Dr. Sohryu. I-"

Her eyes turned violent.

"Do you know what you look like to me, with your clean shaven face and cheap purple tie? You look like a nip. A perverted little nip that takes quick little peeks, when unknowing women aren't looking. How is it that a pathetic pervert like you made it this far? Did your father beat you? Touch you? Was your mother a prostitute? Did she go sucky-sucky on men? Did the rich white kids make fun of you as a kid? Those bullies after school must've left you bleeding and wishing to get back at them. Wishing to be more than a little perverted Jap. Wishing to get all the way to the FBI; but you're not there yet. You think that if you just do what you're told, you can get anywhere; that's not how the world works."

She shook her head softly in distaste.

Even though most of what she said wasn't true, all her words still hurt him nonetheless.

"You see many possibilities, Dr. Sohryu" Shinji stated, trying hard not to show his pain and hidden anger. "But can you examine yourself?"

Again, she gave him a critical look.

Dr. Sohryu walked over to the grate, dropped the questionnaire in it, and slammed it to Shinji's side.

He cringed.

She walked to the center.

"A man once tried to get into my pants with sweet words…" she began.

Dr. Sohryu leaned forward pressing her hands against her knees in a posture as if to talk to a child. She narrowed her eyes and whispered softly:

"I ate his liver…and fed his cock to my dog." She licked her lips.

Shinji crossed his legs in unconscious fear.

She turned around and walked towards her bunk.

Laughing.

"Run along little pervert. Go back to Old Kozzie and tell him to send someone with more backbone next time."

Shinji just sat there for several seconds. Then he slowly lifted his small frame up and walked towards the exit with the rest of his papers in his hand. His anger was fighting to be unleashed. He had to get out of there right away.

Unfortunately, Shinji wasn't paying attention to which side of the hallway he was walking. It was at that moment Multiple Migs took his chance and caught Shinji's neck in a torn off piece of his prison uniform.

"I BIT MY WRIST SO I CAN DIE!" he cried.

He pulled Shinji's head roughly against the cell-bars and smeared his scent onto the young trainee's face.

He began to choke him.

"I got you! I got you! I GOT YOU!"

Shinji's anger got to the surface. He became berserk with his inner rage.

With inhuman might, Shinji pulled his body weight forward, and in the process, caught Multiple Migs off guard. The insane person's head crashed against the bars in the process. Shinji turned around, and with wild eyes and a malicious grin, sucker-punched Mig's face.

His body fell down towards the cell's floor, with blood splattering around him.

By now, all the other cell occupants were screaming and hollering.

All except for one redhead, who looked at Shinji with extreme interest.

Kaji and two other orderlies rushed in to take control of the situation.

"Mr. Ikari, I told you to stay far away from the cells!" Kaji yelled.

He and his team unlocked Mig's cell and entered to assess the damage.

But Shinji just stood there; quietly berating himself for letting his brutal anger take control again. He didn't want to be that way. He started for the exit.

"Agent Ikari! Agent Ikari!"

Shinji turned his violated face towards Dr. Sohryu's cell. She was leaning against the barrier. She looked at him with eyes, reassessing a young man. Her face was different.

Interest?

Concern?

Amusement?

Shinji didn't like the possibilities.

"I would never have had that happen to you. Such acts are unspeakably rude and wrong" she stated honestly.

That sounded funny to Shinji coming from her.

"I don't need your pity Dr. Sohryu."

"No, but you need my help. I will give you what you crave most: Advancement."

Shinji had enough of her games.

"Good day Dr. Sohryu."

He proceeded towards the exit again.

"Just listen to what I have to say!" She spoke with imperativeness.

He stopped and turned around towards her cell. Shinji walked closer to hear what she had to say.

"Listen, look deep within…yourself. Look for an old patient of mine: Miss Mofet.

M-O-F-E-T. Mofet."

"But Dr. Soh-"

"Go."

Shinji erratically walked out.

Asuka smiled to herself.

"Oh Kaji…"

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