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It was late; very late. Dr. Ritsuko Akagi had to remove her spectacles and rub her eyes. Numerous hours of filling out long, elaborate equations and notes on a computer screen were wearing her down to nothing. An ashtray filled to the brim with snubbed cigarettes and a gurgling coffee maker were all within arm's reach of her PC. It was dark inside Ritsuko's lab, the dull blue glow of the computers surrounding Ritsuko being the only source of illumination. Her extensive attempts to enhance the Evangelion designs were coming up fruitless, and Gendo, being Gendo, expected results by the end of the week. Ritsuko leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling. As much as she hated to admit it, there was simply no way she could hope to meet her quota, at least not within the timeframe Gendo had allowed her. Maya did her best to help Ritsuko with the workload, of course, but the simple truth was that she needed another assistant. No...more than an assistant. Maya was a bright, eager young woman, but she couldn't hope to keep up with Ritsuko's new, more brutal schedule. What she needed was a partner. A perfect equal. But where could she find one? There wasn't a single individual on the entire base that qualified, and she didn't have the time to begin a vast search across the country for possible candidates. All right then, she thought to herself. What about cloning? Could I simply grow a fresh clone of myself? No; such a drawn-out process would be unacceptably time-consuming. I have to find some kind of shortcut... The idea came to her like a thunderbolt, and her lips tugged into a little smile. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Shinji walked down Corridor 8B, doing his best to stifle a yawn. It was 10:15 at night, and he had hoped to hit the sack early, but a sudden call from Dr. Akagi had wrecked his plans. Apparently she wanted a little help around the laboratory, although Shinji couldn't understand why Dr. Akagi didn't simply ring up Misato instead of him. Shinji pressed the buzzer beside the hard steel door leading into Dr. Akagi's private lab. The door slid open almost immediately, taking Shinji off-guard. Standing in the archway was Dr. Akagi, dressed in her typical white coat, collared blue shirt, black skirt, nylon stockings, and set of high heels. Her red, diamond-shaped earrings glinted slightly in the light pouring in from the corridor. She regarded him with the same serenely clinical expression that Shinji had gotten used to over the months he'd been coming to the NERV base. "Hello, Shinji. How are you this evening?" Shinji covered his mouth as the yawn finally came. "Tired," he confessed. "Do we really have to do this tonight?" "I'm afraid so. You know how demanding your father is." She led Shinji into the lab. The door slid shut behind them with an odd, unfamiliar click, as if there were some locking mechanism being set in motion. But Shinji didn't think anything of it at the time. He tried to keep his eyes focused on other things besides Dr. Akagi as they walked towards her primary workplace in the lab, but it wasn't easy. Although Shinji had never dared to talk about it with anyone else, he often found himself more attracted to Dr. Akagi than Rei or Asuka combined. There was something about her mature professionalism, her older but wiser ways, that fascinated Shinji. Nevertheless, he was smart enough to know his chances with Dr. Akagi were even more nonexistent than his chances with any other woman on the planet. He was only fourteen, after all, while Dr. Akagi was at least thirty or thirty-one. Her cool, detached voice suddenly interrupted his hormone-driven thoughts. "Shinji, have you ever wanted to be friends with me?" This question threw Shinji for a loop. "Uh...what?" "Friends," she repeated, turning around and looking at him in a way Shinji had never seen before. "Best friends." Shinji struggled to think of an appropriate reply. "I...I don't know," he stammered after a moment. "I...I think you're a nice person, Dr. Akagi, but I'm not really...I mean, I'm not exactly on your level, am I?" Dr. Akagi tilted her head. "My level?" Shinji squirmed, getting more uncomfortable by the moment. "I mean I don't have your...you know," he clarified. "No," she said, putting hands on her hips and assuming a stern posture. "I don't know. Please tell me." "...I don't have your brains," Shinji said, and looked away from her. Ritsuko suppressed a little snicker. She loved teasing him like this. "That's quite all right, Shinji." She extended an arm around his shoulders and guided him to one of the lab seats. "I'm not asking for you to have my I.Q., I just need another pair of hands. Now, sit down for just a minute." Shinji obediently complied. Ritsuko strolled over to a small cabinet on the wall. She opened it and removed a small hypodermic needle that contained a clear, transparent fluid. The sight of the needle caused Shinji to tense a little. Ritsuko returned to Shinji and sat down on a seat beside him. "Shinji, I'd like to inject you with this. If you'll let me, of course." "What is it?" Shinji couldn't help but be suspicious. "Just a little stimulant to keep you wide awake," Ritsuko said with the professional smile of a medical doctor. "I know it's already past 10, and I wouldn't want you to nod off while helping me with all of these sensitive chemicals." Shinji frowned at the syringe. "...okay," he finally muttered, rolling up his sleeve. Ritsuko gently wiped the injection site on Shinji's arm with a swab, then carefully applied the needle. Shinji winced slightly, but didn't make a sound. As Ritsuko squeezed the fluid into one of Shinji's veins, she wondered if she had forgotten any important ingredient. The serum itself was a unique concoction of her own making; it contained over half a dozen mutagenic formulas, methodically synthesized with samples of her own blood, urine, and breast milk. In a sense, Ritsuko was injecting a liquefied version of her very essence into Shinji. Shinji shuddered slightly. "Is something wrong?" Ritsuko asked. He shook his head. "No, I...it feels kind of weird, that's all. It doesn't hurt, it's just...tickly." Ritsuko pulled out the syringe and gently placed a band-aid on the tiny wound left behind. "That means it's working. Now then, shall we get started?" Shinji rolled his sleeve back up. "Sure thing, Dr. Akagi." Ritsuko laughed warmly. "There's no need to address me like that, Shinji. Just call me Ritsuko, I insist." Shinji nodded. For whatever reason, he felt a little more relaxed in Dr. Akagi's presence. "Okay...Ritsuko." ------------------------------------------------------------------- The night wore on. Almost every single office and hallway had shut down, plunging most of the NERV base into darkness, Ritsuko's lab being one of the few exceptions. Shinji was starting to feel more...unusual. Although the tickling in his arm had subsided, there was an area of skin directly below his left eye that itched furiously. He occasionally rubbed it, and could have sworn he felt something growing, like a tiny zit or pimple. On top of that, his clothes were bizarrely tight and constricted, as if his whole body was swelling up after being attacked by a swarm of bees. "Shinji, would you mind handing me that slide?" Ritsuko called, whose attention was focused on a microscope. He browsed the cabinets. "Which one?" "It's marked JC-14A." Shinji selected the correct slide and brought it over to Ritsuko, who swiped it from his hands without even looking up from the microscope. "Thank you." He leaned against a metal railing, doing his best to hide a frown. After thirty minutes 'working' with Dr. Akagi, he didn't feel as if he was doing much actual work. It had mostly been small chores; fetch this, adjust that. This was especially frustrating for Shinji, as for some reason he felt himself bursting with energy. Then again, maybe that was due to the eight or nine cups of coffee he'd chugged in the past two hours... Wait a minute, Shinji realized suddenly. When did I ever drink coffee? "Damn," he heard Ritsuko mutter. Shinji walked over to her side. "Anything wrong?" Ritsuko shook her head. "Not much. Just the whole experiment. I'm sorry, Shinji. It looks like we're going to have to start from scratch." She leaned back from the microscope and stretched her back. Shinji fidgeted, perhaps a little too nervously. "What now?" "Now," Ritsuko said with an exhausted sigh, " we have a five-minute break." Shinji watched as she pulled out a fresh pack of cigarettes from one of her lab-coat pockets and opened the lid. She raised the pack to her mouth and casually extracted a roll with her lips. Then she removed a lighter from a different pocket, snapped the flame on, and lit the cigarette's tip. She pointed the top of the pack him. "Would you like to share a little smoke with me, Shinji?" "No," Shinji said as politely as he could. "I mean...no thank you. Those things...well, they give you lung cancer." Ritsuko chuckled. "That might be true, but if I hadn't taken up smoking, I would have lost my mind ages ago. I think it's an acceptable sacrifice to make." She once again offered the cigarette to Shinji. Shinji, wavering between reluctance and curiosity, slowly took the cigarette from Ritsuko. His fingers fumbled awkwardly as he inserted it into his mouth. "Just inhale deeply," she said, putting the lighter's flame to the roll's tip. "You'll get the hang of it." The first time, Shinji coughed and sputtered like a dying car engine. But the second time, the smoke went down his throat a little more smoothly. He started to enjoy the richness of it, the flavor. Ritsuko pursed her lips and released a thin plume of smoke from her mouth. "Now you try." Shinji imitated Ritsuko's actions perfectly. Ritsuko made a coy little smile. "Very good, Shinji. Very good." Shinji continued puffing at his cigarette with a child-like enthusiasm. "It's...it's not so bad," he finally admitted. Ritsuko took another long drag. "I'm glad you approve." Shinji sat down opposite from Ritsuko, and for a long minute the pair sat in silence, mutually enjoying their cigarettes. "So, Shinji," Ritsuko began, wanting to start up a discussion. "How have you been faring with the girls lately?" Shinji flushed, a little taken aback that Ritsuko would ask such a personal question seemingly out of the blue. "Uh...okay," he said with a casual shrug. "I mean, I get along fine with Rei and Asuka, but...but you know it's hard for me to..." He trailed off. Ritsuko nodded. "I understand, Shinji. Still, perhaps it's time you started to look into a serious relationship with another woman?" "Another woman?" Shinji wasn't sure if he liked the direction this conversation was taking. Ritsuko waved her cigarette randomly in the air. "Oh, I don't just mean a sexual relationship, although that's always pleasant. I mean a professional, career-motivated association between two like-minded individuals." Shinji had no idea what Ritsuko was going on about. It was almost as if she was...coming on to him, in her own aloof, indirect way. But that wasn't possible...was it? But what other reason could there be for her to inexplicably talk to him, of all people, as if he were a partner-in- training? "I...uh..." Shinji stammered. "I don't think I'd be into that kind of...relationship." Ritsuko tilted her head slightly, wearing that same teasing little smile. "Well...there's a first time for everything." Shinji began rubbing the skin under his left eye again. "Are you all right, Shinji?" Ritsuko asked, with a knowing twinkle in her pupils. Shinji shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to irritate Ritsuko with his problems. "Yeah...well, no. It's...it's this weird itch I've got. I think it might be a zit or something." "A zit?" Ritsuko snubbed out her cigarette. "Let me see." She leaned forward and carefully inspected the patch of skin with smooth, practiced hands. Shinji allowed himself to relax a little, appreciating the sensation of Ritsuko's gentle doctor's fingers softly inspecting his face. "It's not a zit, Shinji," she said after a moment. "It's a mole." At first Shinji thought he'd misheard Ritsuko. "...it's a what?" Ritsuko picked up the portable mounted mirror she kept near her PC. "Take a look for yourself." Shinji studied his reflection, and was stunned to see Ritsuko was quite correct: A small black mole had sprouted just below his left eye. Then something else occurred to him, and he felt an odd little quiver in his stomach. "Ritsuko, your...your mole is in the exact same spot," he said in a low voice. Ritsuko took the mirror from Shinji and glanced indifferently into its surface. "Why, you're right," she confirmed, without the slightest hint of surprise. Shinji stood up, his legs shaking. "I've gotta go," he said hurriedly, and made a break for the exit. "Shinji, we're not done yet," Ritsuko called out, but he was already halfway across the laboratory floor. He hit several buttons on the keypad, but the door didn't open. Shinji spun around, feeling panic start to set in. He saw Ritsuko casually approaching him, her white lab coat trailing behind her. "Why's the door locked?" Shinji demanded. "I have no idea," Ritsuko said, without showing the slightest indication of worry or concern. "But I'm sure it's only some minor malfunction." She crossed over to the keypad and patiently pressed the buttons. After a minute or two, she took a step back and thoughtfully rubbed her chin. "Hmmmm." "What?" Shinji asked, becoming more and more agitated. "What's wrong?" "It seems we really are trapped in here, Shinji," Ritsuko said with a sigh. "But don't worry, I'm sure help is already on the way. Any kind of technical difficulty at Nerv HQ is dealt with the very moment it crops up." Shinji started to pace like a dog. "Great. Just great." He wiped a sleeve along his forehead. Ritsuko studied Shinji with keen eyes. "Is something the matter, Shinji?" "It's...it's getting so hot in here," he muttered. Ritsuko looked in the direction of the wall vents. "Yes, it is getting a little stuffy," she said, although her own body temperature was perfectly normal. "Maybe the air conditioning is down too. Damn budget cuts." Shinji sat down on the floor, trying to hold back tears. "So now what do we do?" Ritsuko walked across the floor, her high heels clacking in the silent stillness of the lab. "As I said, I'm positive Misato is coming right now with a whole team of technicians. All we have to do is wait." She sat down on a chair and removed her shoes. Shinji was a little befuddled. "What are you doing?" "What does it look like?" She said plainly, putting her high heels on the desk and starting on her stockings. "I'm getting comfortable." "Oh," Shinji murmured. Then his cheeks flared a bright red when Ritsuko pulled off her lab coat. "Hey, now wait a minute!" "I hardly think we'll suffocate," Ritsuko said as she began unbuttoning her blouse. "But all the same, I hate being inside a stifling room." Shinji covered his nose, positive it would spew blood any second. "But...but Dr. Akagi...I mean, Ritsuko...you can't just..." "Now, now, Shinji," she smiled. "I trust you enough to know that you'll behave yourself." But Ritsuko had an ulterior motive for removing her clothes. She knew that Shinji's sexual arousal upon seeing her naked form would help to speed the serum's progress through his body. After tossing aside her blouse, Ritsuko pulled down her skirt, while Shinji jerked his head away, doing his best to stay calm. Ritsuko unstrapped her bra, allowing her formidable cleavage to burst out into the open. She let out a sigh of relief. "Aaaah...that's much better." She then yanked down her panties and tossed her underwear on the pile of clothes she had left on the table. "Now then, Shinji, why don't you do the same?" Shinji kept his eyes focused squarely on the floor. "Uh...no thanks." Ritsuko shrugged. "As you like." She walked across the lab, deliberately crossing Shinji's line of sight. Shinji couldn't stop himself from peeking, as guilty as it made him feel. The sight of Ritsuko's plump, pear-shaped buttocks, swaying right to left, then left to right, caused an unwelcome stiffening inside his pants. But even as he felt a boner coming on, the serum inside Shinji's bloodstream raced through his veins ever faster, and he was unaware of his sea-blue eyes shifting color to the olive-green of Ritsuko's peepers. He tore his gaze away from Ritsuko's rear end and stared at the floor, ashamed. "I keep a few blankets stored away whenever I have to sleep in the lab," Ritsuko said, knowing full well that she was being admired. "I sometimes end up working well past 3 in the morning, so I find it's a necessary step to take." "Uh-huh," Shinji muttered. Was it his imagination, or was his scalp starting to tickle? Ritsuko pulled out a fresh set of sheets, along with a pillow, from a nearby cabinet. She walked towards Shinji - once again intentionally crossing his line of vision - and waved the blankets in the air, letting them settle slowly back down to the floor. "I'm starting to think Misato is taking her sweet time," Ritsuko said, feigning annoyance. "She's always been so unreliable. Never mind; at least we now have a makeshift bed, in case we have to wait a while." She turned to Shinji, and had to stop herself from laughing upon seeing his bowed head. "Now that's enough, Shinji. I'm perfectly comfortable with you looking at me." Shinji kept looking at the floor. "Yeah, but I'm not." Why was Ritsuko acting like this? He thought to herself. Has she gone nuts? Ritsuko snickered. "Why are you so embarrassed, Shinji? Are you afraid you'll give yourself away in front of me? You know I'd only be flattered." Enough. Shinji had had his fill of Ritsuko's teasing. This was crossing the line; it was getting downright creepy now. "I..." He started to shout, when he suddenly realized that he didn't have an erection, at all. He ran a hand along his crotch, and was astounded to feel that his member had completely deflated, even though the rest of his body insisted he was still stimulated. He desperately groped his at his groin, and swiftly realized it wasn't just his boner that had vanished; he couldn't feel anything at all, except for... The hairs on the back of Shinji's neck stood up. "You were about to say something, Shinji?" "My...my..." he stammered. "I don't have...I mean, it's...I have a..." "A what, Shinji?" Ritsuko stood in front of him. Shinji stared hypnotically at Ritsuko's vagina. "A...a...a..." Ritsuko laughed at Shinji's inability to say the word aloud. "My mother always said if you don't have one, you can only have the other." She walked past Shinji, who remained kneeling on the floor, his face white with shock. He heard Ritsuko rummage through something, as if she were searching through a drawer. Then he heard her footsteps as she returned. She hunkered down behind Shinji. He could feel her breasts pressing against his back. "I have a little present for you, Shinji," she whispered. Then Shinji felt her fingers brushing over his right ear, followed by a sudden, sharp, piercing pain in his earlobe. "Ow!!" Shinji cried. "What the...?!" "Hold still now," Ritsuko ordered him, as if he were a small child. "If you flinch, you might hurt yourself." Ritsuko's hands moved to Shinji's left ear, and again Shinji felt the nasty sting of something being penetrated through his earlobe. "There," she said, sounding satisfied. "That's much better." Shinji reached up and felt small, diamond-shaped objects suspended directly below his earlobes. "You put earrings on me?!" He shouted in disbelief. Ritsuko held up the mirror. "Not just any earrings." Shinji glanced over his reflection, and was chilled to see that his ears were now decorated with the same pair of stylish red diamonds that adorned Ritsuko's. But that wasn't all; he saw that his eyes had skewed to an olive-green, and his ruddy complexion was softening to a softer lily-white. In addition, Shinji saw something else emerging from his face; older, sterner features that could only belong to one woman. But none of that could compare to the changes overtaking his hair. It was steadily lengthening with a faint, indistinct rustling sound, and its color was shifting from its familiar dark brown to an enticing shade of blonde. Shinji couldn't keep the truth from himself anymore, not with the evidence staring right back into his face. "I'm...I'm turning into...you?!" He heard Ritsuko's chuckle from behind. "Congratulations, Shinji. You're becoming my twin sister." Shinji grasped his shirt. It was becoming unbearably tight. "Too...small..." he groaned. "Yes," Ritsuko agreed, sliding around Shinji. "Your body is growing older at the same time it's realigning its gender. I'm currently thirty- one. You're already twenty-three. So, we'd better get those clothes off you right now before you reduce them to shreds." Ritsuko began unbuttoning Shinji's shirt. "Why...why me?" Shinji groaned. "All the others you could have chosen...Misato...Maya...." "Their personalities and temperaments are too strong to be completely subsumed by the serum's effects," Ritsuko said. "But you, Shinji? Always so shy, so impressionable, so desperate to please. Not to seem cruel, but you are sort of a doormat. Which is why you were ideal." Ritsuko opened Shinji's top, revealing a smooth, hairless chest and a pair of nipples that were abnormally swollen. The aureolas had also widened and darkened considerably. "My, those look ready to pop," Ritsuko said, not sounding the least bit troubled. "Maybe I can help them a little." She leaned in and slowly wrapped her lips around one of Shinji's engorged teats. She began sucking. "No, wait! Don't..." Shinji started to protest, then his eyes fluttered. "Aaaahhhh...." With Ritsuko's encouragement, the comely bust of a thirty-one-year-old woman began bulging from Shinji's flat torso. She switched back and forth between the two breasts, stimulating one, and then the other, with smooth precision. Ritsuko pulled back after another minute, admiring her handiwork. "I always thought I'd be a better gardener than a scientist," she said with a smile. "I see I've grown quite a lovely pair of melons." "Melons...?" Shinji stuttered. He looked down, his jaw dropping at the sight of the heaving cleavage that now belonged to him and him alone. "But we're not done yet, are we, Shinji?" Ritsuko crawled towards him on all fours, like a cat. "We'd better get those pants off you too." Shinji made an effort to bat away Ritsuko's hands as she reached towards his belt, but she reciprocated by giving him a gentle push. In his feverish condition, it was enough to knock him flat on his back. There was the faint clinking sound of his belt being unbuckled, and then a sharp zip as his fly was pulled open. "Ritsuko, Dr. Akagi, please..." Shinji cried. "...stop this! I don't...I don't want to vanish!" "You won't vanish, Shinji," Ritsuko said as she casually pulled off Shinji's slacks. "Even if I could make the serum THAT thorough, I would never do something so wicked as to erase you entirely. I promise your core collective of memories will remain intact, but everything else...both your body and persona...will become indistinguishable from my own." She looked up at Shinji with same infernal little smile of hers. "Would you like to be my partner now, Shinji?" He shook his head; not at Ritsuko's question, but rather because he was feeling increasingly dizzy, as if drunk. "Yes...no...I...I don't know..." Ritsuko caressed the back of her hand along Shinji's cheek. "That's all right, Shinji. You'll make up your mind in another moment, trust me." She began lowering herself down on Shinji's body. Their breasts squashed together, and the sensation was electric. "What...what are you doing...?" Shinji groaned, whether in pain or pleasure, he couldn't really tell any more. "Kiss me, Shinji," Ritsuko said in a hushed tone. "Kiss me, and become me." Their lips met. Their tongues touched. A bright white light seemed to consume Shinji's brain, and for one fragile second, he lost himself. As if coming out of some thick mist of the soul, Shinji's eyes slowly opened again, just in time to see Ritsuko pulling away, wearing a happily pleased expression. Something...something was different. Not in his body this time, but within his mind. All of the fear, the insecurity, the intimidation, the complete lack of self-esteem, had been washed away. Now there was an almost serene sense of detachment, coupled with a nagging desire to get things done at once and as fast as possible; the drive of a workaholic. There was also the irrepressible urge for a cup of piping-hot coffee. Shinji moved his fingers over his face, feeling new contours and outlines. "...that's it?" He whispered. The sound of Ritsuko's voice coming out of his mouth was surreal to his ears. "That's it," Ritsuko affirmed. "Now, was it really so bad? I told you that your identity wouldn't be wiped out." Once again, she held the mirror up for Shinji to see. It took a full minute for Shinji to comprehend the face looking back at him. It was Ritsuko's, all right, but when he moved his jaw, or stuck out his tongue, the sight of Ritsuko doing exactly the same wouldn't add up in his brain. Shinji ran a hand through his new blonde mane. "I...I should be angry with you," he said after a while, "or frightened. But I'm not. Why...?" "I'm sure that's my tranquil demeanor at work," Ritsuko said, with just a little pride sneaked in. Shinji elevated himself into a sitting position and, inserting his hands beneath his breasts, gently weighed them. "You really are quite well- endowed," he said, with some admiration. Ritsuko coughed, feeling a little awkward. "Yes, well...I'm content with my body's appearance. But of course, all I really need is right up here." She tapped her fingernail against Shinji's forehead. "So then, shall we get to work, partner?" Shinji sighed and rested back against the blankets Ritsuko had set out on the floor. "Not yet," he said with a sort of tired happiness, as if the transformation had knocked the wind out of him - albeit in the best way possible. "We have the rest of the night, and to be honest, I...I'd like to talk with you a little more." Ritsuko seemed to think this over. "All right," she finally agreed, laying down beside Shinji. "What would you like to talk about?" "You," Shinji replied, with Ritsuko's characteristically sly smile. Ritsuko pondered about how to respond to that. "Well," she began, taking a deep breath, "as you probably already know, I adore cats." Shinji rested his head on the pillow. "Oh, yes," he chuckled. "Asuka sometimes calls you 'the crazy cat lady'." Ritsuko cocked an eyebrow in amusement. "Does she? I can't say I'm surprised." Shinji smiled at Ritsuko's reaction. "You won't believe some the things she calls Shinji..." He quickly corrected himself. "I mean, some of the things she calls me." Ritsuko ran a fingernail along one of Shinji's shapely buttocks. "I can imagine." Shinji giggled warmly. "Stop, that tickles." He wished this moment would never end, this close, private intimacy he was sharing with Ritsuko. For the first time in a long time, he felt at peace. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------------ Maya's high heels clacked on the hard steel floor as she headed towards Dr. Akagi's laboratory. Shinji hadn't been seen anywhere since last night, and although Gendo didn't show any immediate concern about the whereabouts of his son (what else was new), Maya felt that she might as well ask her superior about Shinji's possible whereabouts. She hated to inconvenience Dr. Akagi, but this was an emergency, after all. Just before Maya's finger pressed the buzzer beside the door, she heard strange noises emanating from within the lab. She leaned a little closer, pressing her ear against the door's cold metal. Her eyes blinked in astonishment. Coming out of Dr. Akagi's lab was the euphoric moaning of two women, occasionally punctuated by a cry of pure, unrefined sexual pleasure. "Dr. Akagi?" Maya called out. "Are you in there?" The moaning abruptly stopped, replaced by a series of titters and giggles, as if there were a pair of mischievous schoolgirls inside the lab. Maya started to fume, feeling as if she was the one being laughed at. "Okay, that's it. Open up, or I call security." "Just a moment, Maya," she finally heard Dr. Akagi reply. "I'll...WE'LL be right there." The sly, knowing smugness in Dr. Akagi's voice set off alarms inside Maya's head. 'We'? Did she just say 'we'? Had Dr. Akagi taken on a...a lover? Maya tried to suppress the sharp sting of jealousy that welled up within her. The door swished open. Two frighteningly identical, completely stark naked Dr. Akagis looked back at her with the same kittenish little smiles. The only article of "clothing" on them were their earrings. One Akagi leaned against the left side of the door, the other to the right, with a serenely nonchalant type of posture. "Hello, Maya," the left Ritsuko said. "Hello, Maya," the right Ritsuko said. "What's the matter, Maya? You look as if you've seen a ghost." "Do you have the reports I asked for, Maya?" "Do you have my coffee ready, Maya?" "How are the Evangelion units looking this morning, Maya?" "Well, don't just stand there gawking, Maya. What do you want?" Maya's mouth moved, but she couldn't speak. This was too much to take in...too much... "I...I...who...what...?" she was barely able to articulate. The Dr. Akagi to the right put a hand on the shoulder of the Akagi to the left. "Maya, allow me to introduce my new colleague...Dr. Akagi." The other Dr. Akagi extended her hand in greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Maya." The two Akagis extended knowing smiles. Maya dumbly returned the handshake. "Hi," she croaked. "I suppose we owe you an explanation, Maya," the first Dr. Akagi admitted. "Do you think we can trust her with our secret?" the second Akagi asked. "Of course," the first Akagi replied. "She's our assistant, after all." The two of them stepped apart, inviting Maya to enter. She hesitantly walked into the lab, the door sliding shut behind her. THE END.