Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Doctor's Orders ❯ Epilogue

 

 

Doctor's Orders

 

 

By Lord Raa

 

 

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Disclaim-me-do: Have a banana!

 

 

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Now, it's time for the final part…

 

 

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It was 9pm on Christmas Eve in the Ikari house and it was finally quietening down, much to the appreciation of Shinji.

 

“So Ritsuko-chan,” the young man started, “do you regret being Mrs. Ikari?”

 

The heavily pregnant brunette fell into an exaggerated thinking pose. “Hmm, the sex is good, and thanks to my skills we are well off. But I don't think we'll be having more children, Mr. Ikari,” she added with faux harshness.

 

“Yeah, I think four is enough for any family,” Shinji chuckled. He reached out and placed a hand on the scientist's abdomen and gently rubbed. “I still can't believe that we're going to be blessed with our second set of twins.”

 

“Well, I have your present here,” Ritsuko said as she reached behind her.

 

“What? I thought that we were exchanging gifts tomorrow,” the former pilot blinked in confusion.

 

“This is one present that I don't think can wait,” the brunette replied with a slightly pained expression. “Go get Yui and Naoko.”

 

“What is it, Ritsuko?” Shinji asked as he stood up to fetch his twin daughters.

 

“Your third and fourth children are going to arrive soon,” Ritsuko answered as she dialled the local hospital. “Hi, this is Ritsuko Akagi. You may want to prepare a space in the maternity ward because my contractions have just started.”

 

 

The man of the house blinked once more then ran upstairs to wake his two children.

 

 

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Misato Katsuragi sighed sadly as she watched two young lovers kiss under some mistletoe.

 

“I miss Shin-chan,” the purple-haired woman mused from her car. Her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her mobile phone. “Hi, what's up?”

 

“¬Misato, it's me, Ritsuko. Where are you?¬”

 

“I'm stuck in traffic outside Tokyo-3. Why, what's up?”

 

“¬My contractions have started,¬” the brunette answered. “¬Get yourself to the hospital ASAP if you want to see Shinji's firstborn son.¬”

 

“On my way!” Misato declared as she turned on her indicator and changed lane. “Tell Maya to meet us there and I'll bring something to celebrate with.”

 

 

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Maya Ibuki was so engrossed in the world or text and images that made up the bulk of her work that is took a few rings of her telephone for her to realise that someone was calling her.

 

“Ibuki speaking,” the thirty year old woman announced in a bored tone to the person calling her.

 

“¬Maya, it's me, Ritsuko. I thought that you might want to know that I'm going into labour right now. I'm just telling you so you can be aware of any major changes going on at home.¬”

 

“Shit!” the former bridge bunny cursed. “I'm so sorry, Sempai! I'll be there as soon as I can.”

 

“¬How many times do I have to tell you not to call me `Sempai' in pub-¬” the mother of two, soon to be increased to four, started to complain before she was cut off by the short haired woman hanging up.

 

“Boss, I need to get going,” Maya announced as she locked her workstation. “I'll see you the day after tomorrow.”

 

“Ok, Ibuki, I'll see you then.”

 

 

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Shinji sat beside his wife as she lay on the bed with her legs open immodestly. “Do you need anything, Ritsuko?”

 

“N-n-not yet, Shinji-kun,” the brunette replied, a sheen of sweat forming on her brow. “Where there hell are Misato and Maya?”

 

“They're outside with Yui and Naoko, the doctor's wouldn't let them in just yet,” the twenty year old man answered.

 

“AAH!” Ritsuko gasped. “T-t-the contractions - they're getting closer together!”

 

“Mrs. Ikari,” the supervising doctor smiled warmly, “it's nearly time for your child to come into the world.”

 

“Err, Doctor Hinata, Mrs. Ikari is having twins,” a midwife corrected.

 

The medical doctor glanced at his patient's chart. “Oh my, I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Ikari, I'm covering tonight.”

 

“Where is Dr. Tendo?” Shinji asked, looking up from comforting his wife.

 

“She's been called away on short notice,” the substitute explained. “It was family business otherwise she'd be here. She sends her apologies and best wishes.”

 

“AAAHHH! My babies are coming! RIGHT NOW!” Ritsuko screamed loudly.

 

 

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Nineteen and a half hours of pain, sweating and screaming of profanities later, and Shinji was the proud father of twin boys, Ichiro and Taro.

 

Misato was somewhat jealous of her old college friend, but was easily able to put on a brave face when she realised that Ritsuko would be in NO mood for certain advances for a while.

 

“Auntie Misato, can we hold a baby?” Yui asked, tugging on the purple haired woman's sleeve.

 

“I'm sorry, Yui-chan, but you're too little to hold a baby.”

 

The brown haired girl looked disheartened when she heard the truth, as did her sister, Naoko.

 

“But that doesn't mean that you can't sit on your daddy's lap while he holds one,” Shinji mentioned casually as he handed the bundle in his back to the nurse. The former pilot sat on the seat. He put on a theatrically saddened tone. “Well, that is assuming that you still love your daddy…”

 

“Of course we love you, Daddy!” the twins chorused as they ran to show their affection for the blue-eyed young man.

 

Climbing onto Shinji's lap, Naoko declared that she'd always love her father.

 

“Me too,” the second Ikari child added.

 

“Well, now that we've got that cleared up,” the brown haired man smiled, “how about you say hello to Ichiro and Taro?”

 

 

 

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Asuka Langley Sohryu yawned as she logged on to her computer for the first time that morning.

 

“Damn all night drinking sessions are killing me,” the redhead mused. “Heh, Misato's sent me something.”

 

The former pilot opened the message that her former guardian had sent her.

 

`Asuka,

 

I hope that you are well. I have some good news; Ritsuko gave birth to twin boys on Christmas day. Ichiro and Taro are both doing well.

 

Naoko and Yui are slightly jealous, but I'm doing what I can to keep them occupied so they don't think too much about the attention that's being lavished up their brothers.

 

I can't think of anything else to put in this email, so I'll sign off now.

 

Take care and try not to drink too much - I know what boys at college are like. If you're not careful, you'll end up with your own kid. Or a sore ass.

 

I'm sure that both of those are unappealing to the Great Asuka Langley Sohryu ;)

 

 

xXxXxXx

 

Misato'

 

 

“So Shinji's a father again. What a pervert,” Asuka smiled good-naturedly as she reached for her coffee.

 

After taking a good sip, she stretched and yawned. “Maybe he wasn't so spineless after all…”

 

 

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Shinji Ikari looked happily at his sleeping family.

 

“I can't believe that they're all so beautiful and that they love me,” he mused.

 

“You're going to need a new car soon, Shinji,” Misato said as she handed her lover a cup of coffee. “A 2+2 isn't going to cut it any more.”

 

“Yeah,” the former pilot sighed. “Still, I think it's nice to be a family, don't you, Misato?”

 

“Yeah,” the purple haired woman smiled as she hugged Shinji. “It's just what the doctor ordered.”

 

 

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There, it is done and pre-read by Chi Vayne.

 

I'm sure that some of you are horrendously disappointed, but you know what, I haven't seen many of you guys writing Shinji/Ritsuko lemon fics lately…

 

 

So, here's some omake…

 

 

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Omake 1

 

 

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Naoko and Yui Ikari walked up to her “aunt” and politely coughed to get the purple haired woman's attention.

 

“What is it, Yui-chan?”

 

“Auntie Misato, I was wondering, what is about Daddy that makes women keep trying to touch him?” the young brunette asked.

 

“Err, that's a good question, Yui-chan,” Misato laughed nervously. “I guess it's because when your daddy was younger, he was very important.”

 

“What did he do?” Naoko asked standing next to her sister. “Was he famous?”

 

“Sort of,” the former NERV officer answered. “He wasn't like a pop idol or anything, but he was important.”

 

“I heard from Yuichi at school that Daddy was a robot pilot,” Yui added.

 

“But I thought that robot pilots were big and manly,” Naoko said confusion written all over her cute little face. “They are in anime…”

 

The purple haired beauty smiled. “I can assure you that your father is big enough and manly enough.”

 

“Yes,” Ritsuko added from the doorway. “Your father was risking his life to save people when he was fourteen years old. It was how we met, in fact.”

 

“Mummy!” the twins chorused as they rushed to her. “So it is true that Daddy was a robot pilot?”

 

“Well, it wasn't quite as simple as a robot, girls. It also made your father very unhappy. At least up until we started to go out that is,” the older brunette smiled warmly. “But that's another story for when you're a lot older. Speaking of which, Misato, do you have plans for tonight?”

 

The beer drinker smiled. “If you're planning what I think you're planning, then I'm free.”

 

“Is Auntie Misato being naughty again, Mummy?” asked Yui.

 

“Yes, but don't worry about it, Yui-chan, your father and I shall deal with in good time,” Ritsuko smiled as she patted her daughters on their heads.

 

“You know, Auntie Maya isn't naughty like Auntie Misato,” Naoko noted.

 

“Yeah, that's right,” Yui agreed.

 

“Well, there's nothing that we can do about that, girls,” Ritsuko sighed. “But we love them both, don't we?”

 

“Uh-huh,” the twins nodded in unison.

 

 

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Omake 2

 

 

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“Shinji, do you want sausages for breakfast?” Maya asked politely through the bedroom door.

 

“What, is it Tuesday already?” the sleepy man replied. “Damn jetlag gets me all the time.”

 

Maya giggled softly. “Well, what about it, Shinji? Do you want me to set you a place at the table?”

 

“Please, Maya-san, I'll be down in a few minutes,” Shinji said with a smile. When he was sure that he was alone, his thoughts turned to how his life had turned out since he got married. “Why didn't anyone tell me that my life would be scheduled like this? Everything is organised. Right down to the last meal. The only thing that isn't is the sex.”

 

Getting out of bed the former pilot sighed again. “What am I complaining about? Misato needs help with her organisation. And besides all that, the sex is great!”

 

With that positive thought, the man of the Ikari household stretched, dressed and strolled down to the kitchen for breakfast with his unorthodox family.

 

 

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Omake 3 - it had to make an appearance at some point, you know!

 

 

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Kaji cast an unpleasant look towards Shinji.

 

“Now, now, Kaji, you shouldn't be like that,” Misato scolded.

 

“Ah, Misato, what do you say to the idea of us having a few drinks and bit of a slap and a tickle?” the unshaven man asked with smile.

 

“I don't see why not, Kaji,” the purple haired woman smiled. “As long as you don't mind being slapped and tickled with this.”

 

The long haired man gulped as he saw Ritsuko pull out a 15 inch black rubber cock and smack a nearby desk with it.

 

“Don't look at me like that, Kaji-kun,” the woman with the fading blonde hair smiled. “It's NERV policy that certain people receive their 15 IBRC Certification. And as luck would have it, Misato will be helping me today.”

 

“Yeah, Kaji, I know you wanted both of us at the same time…” Misato teased as she locked the door. “Now, down on your knees, you swine!”

 

 

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Omake 4

 

 

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Rei Ayanami sat in her decrepit apartment with an unhappy look on her face.

 

“Now that Instrumentality is not going to happen, I do not know what my purpose is,” the blue haired girl mused.

 

She started up the NERV issue laptop that she had been provided with and began an internet job search for ideas with her current skill set.

 

Ten minutes later, she was not happy with her potential options - it seemed that no-one wanted an Angel-human hybrid with experience piloting advanced biomechanical engines of destruction.

 

The red-eyed girl was close to sighing, something that she had never done before. But before she logged off and went to sleep, she noticed that she had received an unusual response to her personal profile.

 

`Dear Miss Ayanami,

 

I hope that you will not take this request in the wrong way, but I am interested in giving you a job. If you are interested in my proposition, please log on to the AIMLESS chat network and look for a Yamamoto695.

 

Regards,

 

Akira Yamamoto'

 

 

“Hmm,” the former pilot mused. “I am unsure as to what this person wants, but I fear that I will be asked to leave this apartment soon.”

 

Deciding that she had nothing to lose, Rei logged on and started to chat with her new acquaintance.

 

 

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Three weeks later, and Rei was in a considerably better financial position than she could have hoped for.

 

She had just moved out into a more luxurious abode, one without a rat infestation and several dangerous thugs in the same building.

 

The pale-skinned girl felt slightly amused at that thought as she showered. `I believe that I inflict the most pain in the entire building.'

 

Turning off the water, she stepped out onto the cold marble tiles of her bathroom and began to dry herself off with a large white towel.

 

Her phone rang out, interrupting her relaxation. Picking up the offending device, the blue haired girl answered tersely.

 

“Can I help you?”

 

“¬I need a visit tonight, Lady Rei,¬” a man replied hesitantly.

 

“I do not think so.”

 

“¬I'll pay triple the rate! Please, I need to be disciplined for my sinful thoughts.¬”

 

“I want to see the money in my account in 30 minutes, or I am not leaving and I will change my number. Is that understood?” Rei replied in a warning tone.

 

“¬Yes, Mistress!¬”

 

Hanging up, the former pilot allowed herself a small smile. “I like my new profession. I find that it is more rewarding to inflict pain on perverted Salarymen than it was defending Tokyo-3 from marauding monsters. Perhaps it is the pay?”

 

 

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There you go. It's all done. No more to follow.

 

Not a sausage, not even after a month of Tuesdays.