Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Doctor's Orders ❯ Part One ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Doctor's Orders

By Lord Raa

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Disclaim-me-do: The Frog knows where it's at. Which frog? Fanservice Frog, of course!

This story contains adult material and minor AU elements. Not to mention ideas that could lead to mental scarring.

Take cover, and try not to let any young children read this crap.

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Part 1 of N

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Shinji lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling as he wondered just how his life had managed to end up in the toilet. The problem was that this was an increasingly common state of affairs for the young pilot.

In his time in Tokyo-3, saved the city from destruction many times, managed to keep the apartment of the NERV's biggest drunkard from filling up with garbage, not to mention that he kept her and the Second Child fed and laundered.

He didn't have a lot to show for these good deeds, only far too many life or death experiences that resulted in him waking up in the NERV hospital and what appeared to be the undying hatred of the First and Second Children.

And now Misato was on his case about his slipping sync ratio. He sighed as he curled up into a foetal position, hoping that somehow all his problems would go away.

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Misato was enjoying the combination of soaking in hot water and sipping cold beer for a few minutes before she had to deal with the matter of Shinji.

After the second can, she picked up the phone and dialled Ritsuko.

“¬Hi, Misato.¬”

“Ritsuko, any idea what's causing Shinji's sync ratio to drop?”

“¬Nice to hear that you're inviting me out for a drink,¬” Ritsuko's sarcasm came across clearly.

Misato ignored the comment. “Shinji seems to be tired a lot lately. He's spending a lot of time in his room.”

“¬Is he playing his cello?¬”

“Not that I can hear.”

“¬Then it's because he's most likely depressed. Try treating him like something other than a housekeeper or toy to play with.¬”

“But he'll think that I'm teasing him,” Misato said, opening her third can with a single hand.

“¬I'm sorry, Misato, I thought you knew the story of the boy who cried wolf,¬” Ritsuko was unsympathetic. Hearing her old friend whine, Ritsuko sighed. “¬Ok, I'll look into what I can do that doesn't involve heavy doses of antidepressants.¬”

“Thanks Ritsuko, I owe you one,” Misato replied cheerfully.

“¬I'm sure that it's more than one, Misato. Just keep Kaji from annoying Maya, she's been too distracted lately.¬”

“I'll see what I can do,” Misato reluctantly agreed.

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Ritsuko, having finished her tryst with the Commander, brought up the mental state of the Third Child.

“And what do you suggest, Dr. Akagi?”

“I think that you should permit him to see Rei,” Ritsuko answered. “I think that he likes her.”

“That is irrelevant,” Gendo announced. “Find another solution to this problem, I do not care what it is you do. But he is not to socialise with Rei, that is non-negotiable.”

“Yes, Sir.” Ritsuko frowned ever so slightly at the man's callous attitude.

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The next day at NERV, Ritsuko found Misato at the coffee maker.

“The Commander has ordered me to do something about Shinji's depression,” Ritsuko said as she poured a cup of coffee.

“Best of luck with that,” Misato grinned evilly.

“He also said I can use any means necessary,” Ritsuko smirked. “Thanks for volunteering to help me, Misato.”

“Crap,” Misato groused when the blonde patted her on the back.

“Don't worry, Misato, I'll speak with Shinji after school.”

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Touji and Kensuke were up to their usual tactics of trying to convince Shinji to let them stay over.

“Come on, Ikari,” the muscular boy insisted. “I'm sure that Misato-san won't mind if we watch movies.”

“Go on, Shinji,” Kensuke badgered. “You said that tonight's your night off.”

“I don't know,” Shinji tried to weasel his way out of the situation. He was saved by the ringtone. “Hello?”

“¬Shinji, I want to speak with you after school.¬”

“But I thought I had the day off, Dr. Akagi,” Shinji protested.

“¬It's very important, Shinji. It can't wait.¬”

Shinji caved in to the woman's wishes. “Yes, Dr. Akagi.”

“¬Relax Shinji, I'm not going to hurt you,¬” Ritsuko said before hanging up.

“Sorry guys, but I'm needed at NERV after school,” Shinji shrugged. “I don't know what time I'll be finished. Maybe some other time.”

The pilot's friends managed to not show their disappointment.

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On the way to NERV, Shinji pondered why Touji and Kensuke were his friends in the first place. As he entered the security gates, he saw the major factor in their attempts to get him to let them sleep over.

“Hi, Shinji,” Misato waved. “Ritsuko wants to speak with you in her office.”

“Ok,” Shinji nodded and walked the walk of a condemned man.

Misato noted this, but said nothing, hoping that whatever it was that Ritsuko had planned would work.

Knocking on the door, Misato called out to her friend. “Ritsuko, I've brought Shinji.”

“Enter,” the blonde called out. “Thanks Misato, but I want to speak with Shinji in private.”

“Meh,” Misato shrugged, “I'll be finished at 7 so if you're done then, I'll take you home, Shinji.”

“Ok,” Shinji nodded.

“Well, then,” Ritsuko began after Misato left the room, “take a seat and tell me what's bothering you.”

“Nothing really,” Shinji lied.

“Sit down, Pilot Ikari,” the labcoat clad woman ordered.

Shinji quickly acquiesced.

Ritsuko sighed. “Shinji, I know that something's bothering you - your sync ratio is down nearly five percent from last month. Now tell me what it is, some times talking about your problems can help you deal with them.”

“Well, I…” Shinji trailed off. “No, it's silly, really.”

“Shinji,” the blonde said with her most reassuring voice, “don't worry about sounding silly here. Just think of this as a therapy session. All I want to do is make you feel better. I'll admit that I do have selfish reasons - I have better things to do than die in an Angel attack, you know.”

Shinji smiled at Ritsuko's joke. Feeling more at ease, he started again. “It's just that I feel used and underappreciated. Like I'm nothing more than a tissue to be used and discarded.”

Ritsuko made a note of this, but somehow knew exactly what the pilot meant about being discarded. “Who do you think uses you?”

“Everyone. Misato and Asuka make me cook and clean. Kensuke and Touji keep asking me to let them sleep over so they can ogle Misato. Kensuke keeps asking me to get him a chance to pilot Eva. Father…” Shinji trailed off again. “He doesn't think of me as his son, just the pilot of Unit-01.”

Ritsuko nodded. “That's understandable. But don't you think that it's a bit much to expect us to shower you with praise?”

“That's not what I want!” Shinji insisted. “I just want to feel like people would miss me if I went away. And not just because the washing up needs doing.”

The blonde smiled, though it didn't make Shinji feel any better. “Is there a girl you like?”

“No,” Shinji lied with a blush.

“Be honest, Shinji. How do you feel about Rei?”

“She doesn't like me. I tried to speak with her at school, but she ignores me.”

“And Asuka?” Ritsuko asked, still making notes.

“She doesn't like me. She keeps complaining about the state of the apartment, but never helps out,” Shinji said bitterly.

Ritsuko nodded in understanding. “Misato?”

“I don't know about her,” Shinji shrugged. “She's nice some of the time, but I think she prefers to tease me. Some times it gets nasty.”

“Believe me I know, Shinji. But we're not here to talk about Misato,” Ritsuko said, reaching for and lighting a cigarette. “Do you masturbate?”

“WHAT?” Shinji asked, hoping he misheard the woman opposite him.

“It's a valid form of release, Shinji-kun. Especially with teenaged males,” she commented as she exhaled a plume of smoke. “So do you play with yourself when Misato and Asuka are out of the house?”

Shinji's face was scarlet as he tried to word a truthful response that didn't make him sound like a pervert.

“I'll take that as a yes. Don't worry, Shinji-kun, I doubt there's been a man in history that didn't masturbate at one point in his life. Who do you think about when you do it?”

“Rei,” Shinji admitted after a minute's silence.

“Why her?” Ritsuko continued her interrogation.

“B-because I touched her once,” Shinji was forced to look away in shame.

“Where did you touch Rei? Did people see you do this?” Ritsuko started to lean in to study Shinji's body language.

“It was in her apartment. I touched her chest when I took her pass to her,” Shinji started to will the earth to swallow him up.

“Was she naked?”

Shinji nodded once.

Ritsuko considered Rei's report on the matter. “Did she like it?”

“No, not that I blame her.” The pilot now looked at his wrists.

“I do hope you're not considering suicide, Shinji-kun,” Ritsuko admonished. “There are other people to consider.”

“Well perhaps they should show some appreciation once in a while,” Shinji muttered angrily.

“I'll tell you what, you come over to my apartment tomorrow and I'll cook you dinner as a small thank you for saving the world,” Ritsuko offered.

“What are you talking about, Dr. Akagi?”

“Get Misato to drop you off at my apartment at 7.30, Shinji-kun. I'll look after you for the evening.”

“I don't want to be a bother.”

“Trust me, Shinji. It'll be nice,” Ritsuko smiled. “Not having Asuka around for an evening will be nice, won't it?”

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After Shinji left Akagi's office, Misato was called to discuss the doctor's findings.

“Well then, Ritsu, what's Shinji's problem?” the purple haired woman asked as she pilfered a mug of her friend's private coffee stash.

“How would you feel if you were treated like a servant for no perceived reward? That's how Shinji sees himself - a tool to be used by others. And it's frustrating him,” Ritsuko answered as she lit up a cigarette.

“That's not true!” Misato insisted.

“Really, Misato? Then who is it that does the cooking and cleaning at you place?”

“Well, Shinji. But only because he's so good at it,” Misato clarified.

“So it's got nothing to do with the fact that you're a slob and Asuka's a snob?” Ritsuko smirked. “I've seen the reports that Asuka's been skipping out on her classroom chores and I did share a room with you in college. And don't think that I don't know about your teasing him.”

Misato fumed silently as she thought up a suitably vicious retort.

“Don't worry about it, Misato. I'm dealing with it,” Ritsuko waved off the impending barbs. “You're going to be dropping him off at my place at 7.30 tomorrow.”

“Why am I being drafted in as a chauffer?” Misato huffed angrily.

“Because you can guarantee that he'll turn up,” Ritsuko tapped her cigarette in the ashtray on her desk. “Look, I know that it'll slow down your drinking schedule, but it'll help Shinji. You do want to see Shinji happy, don't you?”

“Of course I do,” the purple haired woman rolled her eyes. “What are you going to do after you've eaten that's going to cheer him up?”

“Whatever it takes, Misato.”

“For some reason, I see this all going pear shaped,” Misato said as she drained he mug.

“I don't see you coming up with any other ideas.”

Misato shrugged. “Can't you just pump him full of something to make him feel good?”

“No. Assuming that he's still able to pilot Unit-01 with his brain chemistry altered, we don't know how he's going to react to any damage he takes,” Ritsuko explained. “He might be able to continue fighting until he dies or he might become hypersensitive and be in crippling agony from taking a few steps. I can't take that risk, Misato, it's not like anyone can pilot an Eva.”

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Ritsuko told Gendo her plan to help Shinji.

“Do you think that a single evening from his duties will be sufficient to relieve his depression?”

“Not entirely,” Ritsuko admitted, “but it will give him another place to turn to in the event of the stress getting too much for him.”

“Allow him full reign of you and your apartment.”

“What?”

“Allow Pilot Ikari to do as he pleases for the evening, including anything sexual,” Gendo clarified.

“Why?” Ritsuko asked, unsure as to what her lover had planned.

“Because it will give us another method to allow us to control him, Doctor,” Gendo's tone let Ritsuko know he was becoming displeased.

“Yes sir,” Ritsuko bowed her head and left.

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The next day rolled around and Shinji's thoughts were focused on his evening meal with Ritsuko. Not wanting to deal with Asuka when her temper was magnified by hunger, Shinji prepared a meal that could be easily reheated.

Not that he'd get anything other than half-hearted thanks for it.

Still, he mustered the motivation to tidy up the common rooms before he got ready for his “date” with Ritsuko.

Emerging from his room dressed in a white button down shirt and black trousers, he didn't look that much different than he normally did, though his hair was neater.

“Where are you off to?” Asuka asked, noticing her fellow pilot. “Have you got a date?”

“Asuka, stop teasing Shinji,” Misato chided.

“What? Since when did you start sticking up for him?”

“Who says I am?” Misato smirked. “Come on Shinji, we don't want to keep your date waiting.”

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Ringing Ritsuko's doorbell, Shinji was beginning to regret agreeing to the visit.

He was greeted by the sight of Ritsuko dressed in a low cut azure evening gown that showed her ample cleavage. Managing to move his eyes from the blonde's breasts, he saw that the slit on the leg showed a lot her shapely thigh.

“Good evening, Shinji-kun,” she purred. “Do come in.”

Shinji swallowed and noted that he had a drying throat. `I mustn't run away,' he told himself.

Taking a brave step forward, he let himself be led into the woman's apartment.

Ritsuko allowed herself a small smile as she closed the door behind her.

“Take a seat, Shinji-kun,” the blonde offered the quiet boy a place at the table. Cutting off an expected response, she told him to call her Ritsuko.

“Ok, Ritsuko-san,” Shinji nodded.

As he sat down, Ritsuko brought in the food.

“I hope you like mackerel,” she smiled as she took her place.

It became clear to Ritsuko that Shinji wasn't comfortable, so she made some small talk about Misato to lighten the atmosphere.

“Did you know that Misato nearly got kicked out of college for having sex on the campus?”

“No,” Shinji blushed at the thought of his guardian being naked in public.

“Yeah, I saw her streaking across our halls of residence from the janitor's closet,” Ritsuko recalled with mirth in her eyes.

Shinji smiled ever so slightly, but tried to hide it by eating.

“Shinji-kun, I want you to know that I'm here to entertain YOU this evening,” Ritsuko reassured her guest. “If there's anything that you want to do, we can do it. Anything at all.”

“T-thank you, Ritsuko-san,” the young man opposite her stammered when he saw the blonde unintentionally draw attention to her breasts. At least he assumed that it was unintentional.

After finishing their meal in silence, Ritsuko suggested they go to the lounge with coffee to relax. Sitting next to Shinji on the couch, Ritsuko initiated the conversation.

“So then Shinji-kun, what do you think of me?”

“You're very pretty,” the human blush answered.

“I meant it when I said that we could do anything you wanted,” the blonde slid closer to Shinji. “If you want to play a game or watch a movie, we can.”

“Could you tell me where the bathroom is, please, Ritsuko-san,” Shinji stalled for time.

“It's through that door,” Ritsuko pointed at the door on her left.

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Shinji was giving serious thought to escaping out the bathroom window. He glanced up and saw that it was too small for him to squeeze through.

“Damn,” he cursed. After washing his hands, he decided that if Ritsuko was going to let him do what ever he wanted, then she'd let him go home.

Taking a deep breath he opened the door. He did not expect to see his host with her feet on the couch, showing off her legs.

“You look tense, Shinji-kun, would you like a back rub?”

“You're making me tense,” Shinji said under his breath.

“Take a seat, Shinji-kun, I won't bite you.”

Reluctantly, the pilot made his way over to where Ritsuko was lounging in a provocative manner.

“What do you want to do, Shinji-kun?”

“I want to go home,” he managed to squeak out when Ritsuko initiated contact - a hand on his shoulder.

“That hurts, Shinji-kun,” Ritsuko pouted. “That you'd rather go home to someone that hates you than spend an evening with a beautiful woman that's willing to do anything you want.”

“I didn't mean to insult you, Ritsuko-san,” Shinji said with a slightly distraught look on his face. “It's just that there's only one reason I can see for you to act like this towards me.”

“You think that I'm teasing you like Misato does?” Ritsuko asked, being familiar with her friend's habits. “Well, Shinji, I do have a confession to make. I was ordered to do whatever it took to bring up your sync ratio. But I wouldn't do this if I didn't like you.”

“Oh,” Shinji replied, feeling embarrassed.

“My offer still stands,” the blonde winked at Shinji. “We can do ANYTHING you want: we can go for a joyride, we can watch movies, or we could get drunk. What'll it be?”

Shinji made his choice. “Let's watch a movie.”

“I know just the right film,” Ritsuko left to select the appropriate title.

She returned a few minutes later, dressed in sweat pants and a sweater with a box in her right hand. She noted that Shinji was more relaxed since she'd changed out of her dress.

“You'll like this one, Shinji,” Ritsuko grinned.

Putting the film on, Shinji had yet to realised what it was that they were about to see.

Tales of Ribaldry

A Red Dragon production

“Shinji-kun, would you mind touching me?”

“What?!” Shinji asked, turning around to see Ritsuko's right hand down the front of her sweat pants. He jumped up off the couch in surprise.

“Shinji, I told you that masturbation was a valid outlet for stress and frustration. Well guess what, I need to be relieved. Right now, and I want you to help me get off,” Ritsuko made her intentions as clear as day.

“B-b-but,” Shinji looked flustered.

“You'll be doing me a favour. If you do it, I'll make you feel special,” the blonde promised.

Taking a deep breath, Shinji closed his eyes and weighed up his options: A) Be the pervert Asuka always said he was and help Ritsuko or B) be the coward she said he was and help no-one.

“But I-I don't know what to do.”

“Then I'll show you, Shinji-kun,” Ritsuko smiled. “Now open your eyes, I want you to look at me.”

Shinji did as he was told. He saw that Ritsuko had shed her clothes and was now giving him “come hither” looks.

“N-now what?”

“That depends on you. Are you going to stand there like a statue or get naked on the couch with me so I can make you feel special?”

`Ritsuko-san is actually asking me to be intimate with her,' the young man was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't notice the naked blonde woman walk up to him and start unbuttoning his shirt.

“Hmm, it's nice to see that you're exercising properly, ” Ritsuko whispered into Shinji's ear as she caressed his chest. She gently ran a hand over Shinji's groin, noting the erection. “I see that you like me, Shinji-kun. Let's get you out of these restricting clothes.”

The blonde crouched down and unzipped Shinji's trousers. Sliding them and his plain white boxers down to the ankle, she smiled when she got to see Shinji there in all his glory.

Cupping Shinji's balls gently her left hand, Ritsuko wasn't surprised to hear a gasp of pleasure from the young man's lips. Smiling, she leaned in so that her breath would tickle the jutting penis in front of her as she spoke. “I take it that you like this, Shinji-kun. Well, how about if I do this?” she asked, gently running the fingers of her right hand down the length of his shaft as if she was appraising an ancient artefact.

Shinji gasped again. “Y-yes.” `This is so much better than when I do it,' he noted to himself.

“That's good to hear, Shinji-kun, it means that you're a healthy young man. Now on the couch so we help each other.”

Shinji nodded and stepped out of his clothes as Ritsuko stood behind him, her hard nipples causing new and exciting sensations for the pilot.

A playful thought occurred to Ritsuko as she kissed Shinji's throat and neck as she continued to fondle and stroke the young man's most intimate areas. “Shinji-kun,” she breathed in his ear, “if you want us to, we can go further.”

“F-further?”

“Yes,” Ritsuko stopped teasing and started working Shinji's shaft properly. “I'm going to make you feel fantastic by the time morning comes.”

“Y-you are already,” he confessed. Suddenly Shinji's body shuddered and he moaned in pleasure.

Ritsuko looked down at her now sticky hand. “Oh Shinji-kun, I thought that you would be able to me get off,” she sighed.

“I will, just let me get my breath back, Ritsuko-san.” Turning around in the blonde's arms, Shinji tentatively placed his right hand on her left breast. “Is this ok?”

“A little firmer with your touch, Shinji-kun,” Ritsuko smiled. “Circle the nipple with your thumb.”

“Shinji's good at doing what he was told,” Ritsuko said to herself as Shinji followed her instructions.

Noting how Ritsuko was responding, Shinji tried using his left hand at the same time, making the bottle blonde glad that his coordination levels were what they were.

Ritsuko felt a slight dampness on the inside of her thighs, the cool sensation managed to gently penetrate the haze of bliss that Shinji two handed technique had brought upon her.

“I'm ready for the main event, Shinji-kun. Forget the couch, we're going to my room.” She kissed Shinji on the lips, her tongue probing his mouth.

Shinji nodded when the kiss was broken. As they entered the bedroom, Shinji asked, “What next?”

Ritsuko thought about this. Normally it would be Gendo on top, or from behind, but this was Shinji, an inexperienced lover, and that posed a new set of challenges. Wanting to experience Shinji's dextrous nature on her breasts, she decided that it would be best if she was on top.

“Lie down on your back, Shinji.”

Resting on the bed, Shinji faced Ritsuko to take in her feature: her full and firm breasts, her flat stomach, and when she climbed on top of him, he noted her long, smooth legs.

No longer would his masturbatory fantasies be about the comparatively frigid Rei or the cute but violent Asuka, Shinji now knew that it would be Ritsuko filling his dreams.

The blonde scientist saw that Shinji needed a little extra encouragement for the next part. She knelt down and kissed the young man's balls as she tenderly stroked the hardening shaft. Satisfied that Shinji was going to remain upright for the duration, she moved herself into position and guided the stiff cock into her.

Thrusting her hips, she started to build up a rhythm that was going to bring her to orgasm, especially since her jiggling breasts had proven to be too tempting for Shinji to resist. His ministrations were now rougher due to Ritsuko's movements, but now it was ok - this wasn't the quick in-out that she experienced with Gendo, this was proper lovemaking.

Soon Ritsuko started to scream “Yes! Yes! Harder! Faster!” and then the explosive release that she'd told Shinji she needed happened. Moments later, Shinji's own release exploded inside the panting woman.

As she leant down to embrace Shinji, she felt the softening shaft gradually withdraw from her pussy, and noted that while it wasn't the largest she'd had, it certainly wasn't bad for his age.

That realisation made Ritsuko pause.

His age.

She'd just had full penetrative sex with a fourteen year old boy and she was enjoying every moment of it from the moment she touched herself in front of him to the post coital embrace that she hadn't enjoyed for some years.

Resting her head on the young man's chest, Ritsuko forgot which Ikari she'd just been intimate with and said the first thing that entered her still disorientated mind.

“I love you, Gendo.”

Shinji's eyes flew open at that name.

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To be continued…?

This was pre-read by Chi Vayne (who also came up with the title) and had the bulk of it written over two nights.

It's scary what can happen when you're inspired.