あんたバカ？！

    another of her.

                                                    ( it isn’t the first time this happens. )

    another of her.

                                                   ( living her life, stealing it. )

    another of her, who she could bear no other feelings towards but hatred, and hatred, and hatred, and envy. another of her to steal people’s attention, another of her to steal her life, another of her to steal her name, another of her to steal █████.

    she has to get rid of her - there’s no other option. asuka couldn’t allow another of her to exist, not again, not again, not when she is out there, using her face, her name, her appearance, stealing all that is hers, all that she ( doesn’t have ), but ( wishes she did ). ( all that she pretends to have ). 

    whoever is in her way, she pushes away. storming, stomping towards the location in her phone, asuka langley is completely blinded in her tunnel vision. there’s nothing else for her to do, nothing of importance, no appearances to put up. if she doesn’t get rid of this impostor, this walking doll stealing all that is hers, then she would have no right to live.

    ‘ where is she?! where are you, you stupid doll?! stop pretending to be me! ’ she storms into the house uninvited, a strangely familiar place from memories that do not belong to her. false memories, implanted memories, memories she doesn’t want to have, memories that she should never have. memories of a doll, memories that gave asuka nothing but the wish to puke.

            ┏ ⋮ ✖ ⋮ ━ ▶ “WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING YOU FUCKBUCKET! LOOK AT WHAT THE HELL YOU DID!” Pointing at the robot that the stranger toppled over, he growled angrily. “If it’s broken, then you’re going to be spending the next fifty years of your life paying for its repair!”

Instead of receiving outrage for breaking and entering, she seemed more concerned with what he had said. Unexpected, yes, but Yan was never one who could fully understand the complexities of a young lady’s heart and quickly brushed the intrigue aside. A win was a win, so rather than dwelling on it, Yan promptly moved towards the kitchen cabinets with practiced ease and minimal shame, a warm smile on his face.

❛ Nothing bad. He was just telling me that you’re a part of his life now. It was surprising to hear, too. I never thought that Wei would end up as someone’s guardian. You probably look after him as much as he looks after you, huh? ❜ he opens the doors to the cabinet as he says this, grin growing more mischievous as he remembers misadventures the pair got into once upon a time. Nothing appropriate to share with a young lady, but fun to remember nonetheless, especially when considering the position Wei Wuxian now found himself in. He had mentioned that the relationship between guardian and ward had been shaky at times, and that she could be a fierce little thing if provoked, but there was always going to be some tension between parent and child, right ? 

Alas, it looked like his pursuit of food was in vain. The cupboards were barren. Still,  Wei Wuxian’s ward seemed awfully interested in Yan Qing personally, and he sees no issue in indulging her. He did have the time, after all. Food could wait until later. ❛ It’s a little bar in Cotes. Nothing too special, but it gets busy around this time of year. I’ve been working for a while now though, so I’d say I’m free for an hour or two. They’re never too strict with me anyway since I’ve worked there for so long… But you have a job too, don’t you? That’s really impressive. I was a terribly immature kid in comparison. ❜ 

    ‘ n.. not at all! that`s not true! ’ oh, except it is. the hard and cold truth. wei had his moments, but for the most part it's like she’s the one doing all the work. asuka may not need to be taken care of ( she’s independent enough, and has a stable income ), but company is nice - not that she’d ever admit it. after the kind of childhood she had, someone that paid attention to her was... needed. ‘ wei is.. a good guardian. i owe him a lot. ’ still not true, but she has to look proper in front of this man! like a good ward, who’s oh so thankful that someone would go out of their way to care for her. all that stuff. it’s a lie, but yan qing doesn’t need to know that.

    though at the sight of empty cupboards ( WHAT are you DOING, wei!!!!! ), the girl rushes to her room ( wei’s* room, that she promptly kicked him off because the bed is nicer and it’s bigger ), coming back to the kitchen with a sealed bag of chips, the expensive kind. nevermind she was planning to eat it - if she could share it with yan, then she’d be happy. ‘ here... i don’t want you to be hungry until your next break. i -- i have more in my room, so don’t feel bad! ’ she doesn’t, but it’s not like she couldn’t order more food.

After a long day of terrorising Cotes alongside his usual gang, the only thing Wei Wuxian wants is to take a nice, long nap. The boxed lunch in the fridge was icing on the cake - hitting just the right spot, before he fell into a food coma on the couch. Sadly, this dream only lasts for a moment. 

The impact hits him square on the hip and Wei Wuxian chokes on a snore, rolling off the couch in the most ungracious manner. Luckily, he doesn’t land on his face (this time). “Wha– Wha? Asuka? It’s too late for you to be yelling at me. Wait, what is the time? Four? Yeah, definitely too late. I thought we agreed no yelling past three unless I do something stupid.”

Which, from the sounds of things, he has. His gaze pans over to what remains of Asuka’s lovely (and super delicious!) boxed lunch on the table, utterly devoured; rice and cutely cute sausage bits left scattered everywhere. “Mn,” is really all Wei can say to that. There’s little wiggle room to use in his defence.

“Really, you should label your stuff better. It’s not like I can be blamed for going through my own fridge.” Well, he gave it a shot. Guilt eats away at him and he’s forced to comply. “Okay, okay. I’ll make it up to you, then! One extra helping of Wuxian’s rice pudding, coming up for the little mistress.”

    in part he was right, but not enough to be excused from such wrongdoing. it’s true that it is his house and his fridge, but there has always been a crystal clear difference between how asuka’s food is always so neatly wrapped and how wei’s is usually a mess. he knew, and he ate it, and he would suffer for it. shouldn’t this be the opposite?! she is his ward ( for better or for worse ), meant to be taken care of. the way it looks, it’s like a fourteen years old girl is taking care of someone twice her age! why couldn’t she have had someone better as a guardian? someone rich, too... it’s the least she deserves.

    ‘ hmph. and make sure you put twice the cinnamon on top! ’ there she goes, then, pushing the man to the kitchen. no time to waste! she’s on a schedule - except she’s off work, but that’s case apart! 

* / @plugsuited !

Being met with the sight of a young girl staring blankly at him, with one foot in the window of a house that was not his own, Yan Qing stayed silent for a moment. What a terrible way to make a first impression. If he didn’t speak up, she’d think of him as a lowly criminal ( though she wouldn’t be too off the marker, not really ). ❛ … Asuka, right? Sorry, I didn’t realize anyone was home. I would have knocked otherwise. ❜ That was a blatant lie, he would always come in through the window. Even if Wei Wuxian was home, and even if he had a key of his own, Yan Qing would most certainly come through the window. It was a habit now, to the point of even the neighbors having become used to it ( and kind enough to stop calling the police ). 

Still, it had been some time since he had last visited the house, given that the bar ( as well as his other business ) had been particularly busy over the Christmas and New Year season. Busy enough to the point he had missed several opportunities to meet the girl under his friend’s care. 

❛ I’m Yan Qing, Wei’s friend. ❜  Rather than continuing to squat awkwardly on the window sill, with half of his body outside, he decides its better to pull the rest of himself within the warmth of the house. ❛ Wei’s house is way closer than mine to where I work, so I tend to crash here during my breaks and grab some snacks— oh, but don’t tell him that part or he’ll get upset. Still, it is nice to meet you. He’s brought you up a lot, but my work hours have been erratic lately. This is the first time I’ve managed to get away in a while. ❜   

    part of her wasn’t afraid ( she can defend herself, as she has always done ); for all that she cares, this strange man she has never seen before could break into wei’s house and take whatever he wanted. it’s none of her business. but the other part of her... -- helpless. he knows her name, and the shameless smile he sends her way is intoxicating. she’s a young girl going through puberty; sooner or later such a thing was bound to happen. the need, the want, and a mature, experienced person is what she deserves - not those boys her age who act far too pathetic.

    and this man... there’s something about him. the hair, the face, his body? or most likely... the way he talks to her, and that attention. it’s different from what she receives from her guardian, different from the way her manager talks to her. it’s unique.

    after a long day at work, stressful as it could be at times, all asuka langley wished to do is lay on her bed and rest, eat something warm and not worry that her popularity would sink. her hard work had to pay off - is paying off -, and when all her other adversaries backed down from trying to steal her top position... then she knew she had succeeded. her plans are simple, and on the way home there is that fantasy, of eating something good she had ordered just earlier. waiting for her in the fridge. except...

    except it isn’t there. the box where it had been stored, yes, but the food... her delicious dinner... gone. there’s only one person who could have eaten it. one person who would meet the end of her wrath.

ASUKA LANGLEY SOHRYU. 14. COLLEGE GRADUATE.

Her backstory is in part the same. Still a test-tube baby, daughter of a renown scientist and an unknown father, a prodigy since birth. 

Her mother went crazy after one of her company’s experiments went wrong, resulting in an attempted murder of Asuka, and then her own suicide.

Asuka lived at an orphanage for a while, but ran away after a few years to live by herself. It didn’t take her long to be done with school and go to college even as a young teen. By the age of fourteen, she’s a graduate. 

She has been doing modeling work since she was small, after she ran away. She’s incredibly popular, and her beauty is almost otherworldly. She takes great pride in being the most beautiful girl in Spirale, always making it to the top of the charts.

Her personal life is not too interesting. Somehow, she has come to meet Wei Wuxian, and unfortunately soon he became her sort of... guardian... but not really. Definitely not.

She sorta lives with him, but sometimes would rather not! But to disconnect from work pressure, his company is strangely relaxing ( in all the wrong ways ). She also makes sure to keep him a secret from the world. It’s not like Spirale can just know the Asuka Langley lives with someone like that, right?

    where to start? she doesn’t have anything with her -- not her belongings, or her eva unit, or even the plugsuit she remembers wearing. it’d be almost despair-inducing if everything about her situation didn’t feel like a dream, or an annoying prank, or even a punishment. she could picture it easily. bla bla bla, another one of misato’s stupid ideas that would enhance her battle ability. she didn’t need anything like that. she’s perfect the way she is.

    but when she spots at the corner of her eyes armament similar to the ones the evas used, jealousy couldn’t help but rise within her chest. how come she doesn’t have one of those? fine, it’s not like asuka herself has ever handled a gun outside of her eva, but how come she doesn’t have a weapon either? how come she doesn’t have the only thing that makes her special?!

@plugsuited

“I haven’t really thought about that.“ That, was the True Ancestor’s flat answer to the other’s question of where they even are when it came up in their chat. The introduction to Spirale must have played out like a looped tape for everyone. Taxi, flyer, dropped in front of their new home and all that. No one knew anything more about where this island was. Arms folded behind her back, she skipped ahead some. “I know we’re not on earth or the moon, but there’s no point in breaking our heads over it. You’ll get used to it.“ 

    wow, useless much? seriously? how could anyone show up in a random place and not think about the one question anyone should have right away?! asuka sighs. if she thought this woman looked any sort of smart, then she’s regretting that thought right this moment. no wonder she has to do everything herself.

    so utterly nostalgic, & not at all enjoyable. it had been sudden -- the affection she had long wished for -- and then, this place. she had been to a couple different places before, but nothing like this. it doesn’t take an expert to know it isn’t japan ( the first child wouldn’t have known, hah ), which only raised more questions than answered them. where’s kaji-san, being the most important one. and that’s when the déjà-vu started. it’s late, no adults to tell her to go home, you’re a child, it’s dangerous, and she had been surrounded by thugs. great. what a great welcome. 

    and of course, she took them all out single-handled. asuka might be short, but she’s not weak. she wouldn’t allow herself to be. ‘ hmph. and if i see you again, i won’t go easy. ’

neon genesis evangelion ( manga + anime ).

emotionally broken like you wouldn’t believe it.

a prodigy child literally made to be perfect. she’s a test tube baby, with no father and a critically insane mother who once tried to kill her, only to kill herself later. yay.

she has to be perfect and the best at everything she does. only that way people will look at her and see value in her life.

hates hates hates hates dolls, for a very good reason. she doesn’t want to act like one - do everything people tell her to do all the time. she lives first and foremost for herself.

don’t look at her if you’re not ryoji kaji. don’t breathe her air if you’re not ryoji kaji. don’t even think about her if you’re not ryoji kaji.

actually looking at her is ok. do look at her. pay attention to her. praise her. spoil her. tell her she’s the best eva pilot in the world. she’s incredibly attention-starved, since she was denied that from her mother.

fourteen and has already graduated college. what were YOU doing at fourteen?

her ego is extremely fragile, please treat with care.

might not have her eva, but she kicks really hard. don’t try her.

just recently woke up from a coma. her very last memory is kaji embracing her. treat with double care.