A entirely new Elfen Lied story I've decided to work on. I've admitting lost touch with working with Similarity. Probably because I think I milked the whole Differences series as much as I could really.
So now we've got a new story, this time involving Lucy as the main heroine as most fan fictions are. The story takes parts of both the manga and anime and thus I'll point out exactly what happens.
Everything from the beginning of the manga up into Lucy's capture is canon to the story. Lucy does not use her powers on Nousou and The Agenft (The man with the glasses who works with Nousou) but is captured nonetheless. In the "Differences Series" this would have been referred to as the Pure Form but this is not part of this fan fiction.
Lucy fights Bando (Manga) damn the anime for leaving out that epic battle.
Lucy does not fight Anna Kakuzawa.
Lucy kills Kakuzawa but much like the anime instead of going to the lighthouse, we get the anime end. Difference however is that Lucy doesn't fight Mariko there.
If to make it less confusing, just read the story and enjoy.
Chapter 1
one year has passefd since that day and Lucy wasn't sure if she could say she was happy. Most, if they lived with the one they loved most of all for this long, would say yes. Her heart said yes…her mind said yes and every passionate kiss or embrace said yes. In fact, Lucy was happy as any twenty year old wife could be. She wasn't miserable, she wasn't suffering and it when it came down to her small little girl she held in her lap, nursing her gently on the fine leather couch.
Why then was she questioning her happiness?
Truth be told, Lucy is scared that what she is living in is a lie. She does not want to, wish to, or have thought to believe that this is just a ruse. For one, whose life was misery because of her horns (Which now bother her the least) she can never be certain what lies beyond the front gates that she walks out every morning. She is a killer, a murderer and to keep this happiness, be it truth or lie, she can never reveal her past. She doesn't intend to either and her atonement is to stop…to quit killing. With this happiness, be it true or false, it has become easier. It wouldn't have been an easy life even if Director Kakuzawa hadn't tried to use to her propagate his own twisted needs to create a world filled with Diclonius. Small shivers often went down her spine when she thought of how close she had been to being violated by his twistedness.
Lucy was happy and she knew it. She just had to think if it was true. She was a killer and while the pity would justify her actions, killing is still killing. Just as one who is starving of food or needs to feed their family. Killing because of hate and abuse from others. A reasonable cause justified for the felony, but that reason does not negate the crime itself. A crime is a crime and Lucy, unfortunately, cannot pull the 'self-defense' card in most situations either.
But…Lucy is happy. It might be false but for nfow…this blissful feeling of enjoyment knowing that someone wants her. Oh somebody wanted her alright, Kouta had proved more than willing to please her and take care of her. She could still remember that night…that night one year ago.
It was raining. Hell it was always raining where she was, to signify the point that a demon was nearby. Now a days she never feels like she is a demon, but a human…a special one at that…but human nonetheless. Lying on the ground, blood soaked and freezing, she sees the group of soldiers lowering their weapons.
"She is dead!" One calls out, his voice unnaturally high. He's an idiot but…perhaps she is dead. She can't move, she can hardly see past the water running into her face. There are three bullet wounds in her left leg, one in her right. Her left thigh is a bleeding piece of crap and abdominal region is broken. One bullet has lodged into her right breast and to say the least that one was the most painful. The last bullet has struck her in the side of the neck which is bleeding the most but oddly enough the least painful.
If she isn't dead she will be and the thought of her last kiss with the man she loved deepens into her mind and she closes her eyes.
Lucy doesn't believe she'll ever go to Heaven or a better place. She'll go straight to Hell or wherever and be tortured. So she had to think as she opened her eyes, the cold wet rain still hitting her face why Hell looked so much like Kamakura city. Nobody is around her and it's only then that she notices that she is laying in a dark alleyway devoid of nobody but herself.
She's alive; she thinks of questioning why but decides it's better not to ask for too much. How she got here she doesn't know, though truth is she unconsciously moved herself away. Torn body, dimming vision all wrapped up in one poor girl whose life has been nothing but hell for her.
She won't die. She knows this because there's no point in trying to die before just to wake up. She won't randomly keel over now because she would've done that long ago. That still didn't change the fact that Lucy looked and felt like the dirtiest pile of shit on the planet. God must've been laughing at her…her suffering and agony in this broken body. She can't even take out her vectors and only one arm is working. She has to smile…chuckle lightly and close her eyes. It's a fitting end for someone like her. Neither alive nor dead…but eternally suffering under the rain.
Wow does she feel like utter shit right now.
"Heh..." Again…she has to laugh because it's fitting for her someone like her. She is a murderer, some of her kills justified but not all of them. All those times she's stuck those fingers into their craniums, twisting their blood vessels until they popped.
Misery justifies the crime but it does not negate it.
"Guh!" It's painful of course, but she manages to push herself onto her back, letting the cold rain hit her face in large wet patches. It's raining very hard and she wonders jokingly if she'll drown if this continues.
"Are you happy now God?" She asks softly to the sky. There is still that smile on her face, neither condescending, vicious nor happy. It's a smile of truth that she understands why this has happened. "…Are you…satisfied God?"
Those tears…are not hidden by the rain.
She isn't religious and because of her past she hardly believes in a god or deity. She is asking because she is alone now.
"…Am I allowed to cry?" She asks it so timidly. "…May I cry please?"
She listens…nothing but the sound of rain and she lets the tears fall.
"…Despite the cold rain…the gray sky isn't all that bad." She thinks to herself with a small smile still on her face. "The rain is cold but…the sound of it is calming and sweet. The sky is calm too maybe its mourning for me? She turns her head and gasps when she feels the etch of pain drive through her. She completely forgot she had been wounded there. Her reflection stares sadly back at her, weepy eye and pathetic.
"Hello Kaede…" She says to the figure who replies back the same thing. "Why are you laying on the ground in the cold rain?"
Rhetorical. She knows why.
"…I should see him."
What makes her say it is a mystery, but Lucy realizes that as long as she's alive…she should make the best of it. She's weak and pathetic and she won't last long anyways right? Why not die in the arms of the man she loves? Kouta will surely hold her tightly as she dies in his arms, knowing that she dies being held by a person who truly loves her. If she's going out, why not make it the best way possible.
"…Ugh…Gah!" Rolling her on stomach is even worse than rolling on her back and it takes several minutes to catch her breath. Maple Inn is over 10 miles from where she's at and once again she's got to smile.
"Alright Kaede…just moves your arm…" The one working arm moves up, grabs the concrete and pulls. "Aaaagh." Her moan is far more agonizing than it sounds.
"Congratulations Kaede…you're one pull closer to Kouta."
"Ugh! Ah…ah…ah…Gah! Guh! Oghah!" Every pull is painful and that was putting it mildly. Thank goodness for high Diclonius endurance. She's mistakes her estimation of how far the home is, because she didn't realize she would have to cross through alleyways. She couldn't just drag herself through the streets.
A short distance really…but that didn't stop Lucy from taking over six hours to get there. She was right at the door, her hand reached up and hit it. It was a small thud and she feared he wouldn't hear it. That had slowly slid down and plopped onto the floor as she rested her head against the walkway.
She can barely discern the "L-Lucy!" from above and even less the feeling of being lifted away.
Relatus Greenfall might have been an excellent soldier if he could actually kill somebody. He was the marksman of a true sniper and his skills did not just come from a gun. He was very adept at using a long thin but sturdy metal chain several meters long that would dangle and wrap around his fingers. In training he would show such skill and precision but just never killed in actual combat, hell he didn't even wound. One could say he was like an assassin, striking from the hidden shadows and dealing death before the opponent could know. He's a mysterious man, lanky and thin with just enough muscle mass to pass by. His short straggly black hair with three strands hanging down his face, deep green eyes. Piercing in combat…calm in peace. He wore often a small blue coat that split down the middle of his back, a white shirt, brown belt and black pants. Thick brow shoes to meet the end, in most cases he looked normal.
Relatus…hates Lucy.
Relatus won't kill anyone but her. His rifle, custom made, pitch black and light holds 10 bullets. It only hold 10 bullets and never once has these bullets ever been fired. They will be used against her. He hates her…and whenever he thinks of her he remembers that day. Oh he knows how to be happy, he won't let it ruin his life.
…But he must right the wrong.
He must…
For the memory of Ericka Greenfall who perished under her wickedness. He has to do this…because his heart will forever sting if he doesn't. So for 8 years he has trained…his skills proven but never using them outside.
Those smiles he gives his comrades are genuine but they hide his truth. Lucy must pay…for what she did to his sister when he was a young boy. Now…at the age of 24…he wonders if the time will come. He won't rush it, he'll wait and wait…and wait even if it never comes.
But when it does come…she will die.
"Be there mercy on you Lucy lest we meet soon." He uttered under his breath before taking the drink of beer from his buddy and gulping it down merrily with the others.
Lucy opened her eyes to feel the warmth of the couch underneath her and the warm fire crackling a few meters away. Sitting on the floor underneath her head is Kouta, looking at her with relief in his eyes. "Lucy, I'm so glad you're alive."
She has to fight back the tears again. It's the way he said it, he made it sound so sincere, oh how he cared for her. "I'll…" She wanted to say live, but with the way her body was she didn't want irony paying her a visit. "I'm fine for now." She said quickly.
"That's good, I'm warming up some noodles, you must be hungry."
She is, and her smile is answer enough.
"I thought you were dead."
"I did too." She replied sheepishly, not wanting to talk. She only wanted to smile and look at him and just think of how much she loved him. That and she felt her throat was going to rip if she so much as yawned. Kouta was smart enough to realize Lucy's pain so he decided to merely place his hand on her forehead and rub it gently to relax her. It was enough for her…to feel his touch of warmth and kindness.
"I think the noodles are ready, I'll go get them." He didn't expect an answer and left her. For the briefest period of a minute, she was scared. She felt like he wouldn't return for her, or embrace her, or kiss her. But he returned and it was enough.
"I feel like such a child." She thought. With her body as weak as it was, Kouta had to feed her herself. Such kindness from him, she sipped on the warm broth. In a few days her body would heal, she knew that as a Diclonius, perhaps even more so as a Queen she had unnaturally high metabolism rate that healed injuries much faster than normal people.
"Can you talk Lucy?"
Her eyes close, telling him she can't. He understands and continues feeding her. Oh how she loves him.
He leaves her to rest, letting her head push against the soft pillow, her fair pink hair dropping over her face and the side of the couch. She's beautiful when she sleeps, peaceful and collect. He doesn't need see the woman who murdered his sister and father.
He will never forgive her for that.
Lucy is a good person, his friend and…perhaps more. But he can never forgive her for killing them. That was the crime that can never be forgotten. He'll love her as long as he can but Kanae's hardened face of shock is greater. He won't hold the grudge against her anymore…
…But never once…no matter how many times she apologizes…will he forgive her.
He won't think about that. Right now she is sick, wounded and scared. She isn't a murderer now, she is a poor young girl who he loves, currently laying on a couch with wounds that would have killed any normal person.
…And he doesn't mean it in the sense that Lucy is a Diclonius.
He means it in the sense that Lucy is brave, willing to atone for her sins.
Lucy wakes up the next morning feel refreshed but still hurt. As she knew, her wounds have begun healing at a surprising rate and she almost feels like she can get up.
Almost.
"Good morning Lucy." Kouta says through the doorway.
"G-good morning." She utters looking around the room. She's alive, despite her condition before and she decides to accept it. But she's not just alive, she's there with him, with Kouta.
"You're wounds have healed up quickly." He said, his voice somewhat concerned as if this was a bad thing. It certainly wasn't normal for people like him. The concern did not go over Lucy's head and she answered calmly. "My body heals faster than humans…but thank you so much for helping me Kouta."
"Do you think you can move around?"
"No. I'm still too weak to move. I should be better soon." Her smile hides the fact that the only reason she doesn't want to get up is because she thinks she'll have to suddenly leave Kouta. She doesn't, she wants to with him forever and ever until her dying days.
As the older brother of Ericka Greenfall, Relatus did his best to take care of her. She looked up to him as a supporting role figure, going wherever he went and doing whatever he said. She had a face of an angel, small and cherubic that everyone loved.
Not everyone apparently though.
A promise, an oath to kill she who murdered his little sister.
He won't seek her out and he won't mourn every day. He knows that he must live life to the fullest, basking in the joys that it does provide. If he never sees the murderess he will not begrudge himself. Relatus wants to be happy and be with his friends. He always has it ready, that pitch black rifle and chains.
Ready for the time.
He isn't sure what to think of Diclonius, having limited knowledge on them himself. He joined the SAT as a marksman but never met Director Kakuzawa. From what he's heard, he doubt he'd ever want to meet him. The first one he ever met was a small girl, about seven years old locked up in the cell of the facility.
"Why is she locked up…and naked? This is torture."
The smug answer he received angered him greatly. "Tsk…they are just demons, worthless who deserve much worse."
Her name was Caren, though most referred to her as #32. She was vicious as he soon realized when she began to kill multiple scientists who had mistakenly forgotten to disarm her powers. It was the second time he saw the use of vectors.
He has to admit sometimes he wonders what they are. He can't see them except for the faint outlines of shadows in the brightly lit room and even that is barely noticeable. As a marksman with keen eyes, it's just something that he can see easier than others. It might help him out in a few sticky situations but fighting head on with a Diclonius is suicidal. It's why he fights the way he does, in the shadows, attacking from the side. It's not unfair against such opponents.
He doesn't try to stop her or show fear, he tenses up and backs away, hoping he is an adequate distance. If not, he's screwed but of course does not think of that. The soldiers come in, deal with the girl appropriately and the day goes on.
Could he have killed her? Yes. His rifle rounds, custom made were capable of piercing through the vector walls that Diclonius created. Diclonius can be surprisingly fast, but they aren't fast enough to dodge bullets by themselves.
Lock.
Load.
Fire.
That's all it would take to bring her down, and with his precision he could do it 2.03 seconds.
One second to lock the bullet into place.
One second to load the gun.
The last few milliseconds…fire.
He can't be allowed to work this way, so he is put off the job. He isn't fired because one can't fire he who presents such skill as he did. But he can't be allowed to work with such selfishness. He knows it, he perfectly understands it.
He works alone.
Ever since the incident he has held a grudge against her, just her. He has to admit it's hypocritical not to hold it against all the others. He admits that he holds Ericka's existence higher than others. It's a selfish thought but he holds onto it.
It's why when the order to hunt or capture a Diclonius is given…he will never shoot the gun. If it's a small girl murdering thousands of people indiscriminately, he will not lock his gun or even think of loading the bullets. Unless that person is Lucy, then he will just sit there in the shadows, watching, waiting and thinking.
It's selfish.
He's a selfish man who can't forget.
Relatus Greenfall hides behind a mask of delusion and sadness. He can't deny it. He enjoys life but that black hole in his heart will never go away until he finishes his grudge. Unless he sees Lucy dead at his feet, unmoving...
That dark stain will forever remain.
Director Kakuzawa's death did not put an end to the institution; it only delayed its continuation. A new director soon commanded the white walls. Tall with a small gut that was mostly hidden behind a large sleeveless red coat. Natural blue hair and sadistic golden eyes that starred into the depth of your souls.
If the Diclonius had found Director Kakuzawa bad, Hector Havenfield was even worst. A man somewhere from the west, he was a sadist. A greedy man, who had no ideals to those chained up meant anything to him. Some of them even though he was insane, the Diclonius still stuck in the facility. At the very least, they would not take losing an arm as he did.
It was on his first day and they could all sense the disgusting aura he produced. Then the fool went on into their room, a long hallway with different cells. He went into number six's room. She was fifteen years old and was well known for being a brutal human murderer. Taking things slowly by taking appendages off one by one.
Of course, he came in, cocky and rash and his left arm was torn straight off. What happened next…is still a mystery to them.
"Why don't you continue?"
His voice…sinister and demented. "Come on! Come on! Tear the other off! Come on! Come on!"
And Number Six was left dumbfounded.
"Come on! Hurry! Hurry! You've done it thousands of times! Come on! It's one arm! One arm! Hurry!"
He yelled at her, commanded her to continue. She pierced a hole through his right lung, clearly wanting to torture him for even thinking such stupid thoughts.
"More! More! I will never fall unless end it now! Not enough! Hurry! NOT ENOUGH!"
It wasn't like he wasn't feeling pain, he spat out blood and shook violently. It was like he expected more than this. It scared Number Six and the rest of them who saw it. One bloody missing arm, a gaping hole in his lung…and laughed. Telling her to continue. It had nothing to do with anything to enjoy pain, he wasn't a masochist.
He just wasn't sufficed with them.
"Y-you idiot!" She screamed slicing her vector across his throat. Even with half of his neck opened, he laughed. A gurgling sound of pain yet happiness as he fell to his back. Number Six was now shaking as if was her who was hurt.
"M-more. Do not…stop. You came this far…finish it. You'll never be…anything more than a murderess.
M-more…
COME ON AND TAKE ME ON YOU WORTHLESS CRETIN!" And his good arm rushed at her throat grabbing it. Number Six thrived as his fingers tightened. Two thoughts came across her mind.
Why didn't she just end it sooner?
Why was this happening?
With a half opened neck, a missing arm and a pierced lung…he choked her. Perhaps if she wasn't so flustered, she would've gone for his head and finished him off. Yet…as her eyes begin to roll behind her head…she couldn't muster the will or courage to do it. If only she had ended it sooner…the moment he came in. If only she had killed him quickly and soon…then the others would not suffer as they do now.
She was dead, his fingers tightened around her throat as they released. The scientists and other members were, as usual, shocked and most sickened. "A-are you insane man!"
"!"
This seemed to anger Hector as his eyes rolled to the side to look at the man who said it. "H-how dare you say that." He spluttered angrily. "Insane is f-for no good idiots who are afraid of death. She should've ended it sooner! D-don't you dare call me i-insane."
Outfitted with powerful prosthetics, he changed. His left arm was a mechanical arm, the metal fingers gripping the air. His lung was replaced by a tube that ran from the wound across the gut into his back although this was…thankfully well hidden behind his outfit. His neck…he didn't have the decency to hide that wound. Metallic stitches that held it down, allow for limited mobility. A tube from the side that ran from the front right side of the neck and circled around to be inserted into his back.
On his good arm, a pitch black glove with a white mark that had no meaning whatsoever.
These were what the scientists and other members of the facility outfitted him with. What they didn't know that was for months he began to alternate his own body.
This…alternation was first introduced three months after he killed Number Six. He came into the experimentation room, where the blasted the poor girls with iron balls. Number Fifty-One was the youngest of the girls at four years old and the most innocent. She never killed anyone and thus, if there was anyone who didn't deserve such a horrible fate, it was her.
She had gotten fed up with it...even her innocence could not be quelled forever.
Those who were waiting in line for their own experimentation can never forget it.
The poor girl was lifted into the air as if vectors were holding her although they could see nothing. She screamed and throbbed and twisted as Hector held his hands together as if squeezing the life out of her. Her body snapped in half.
"Let us get one thing clear…" He uttered with despise in his voice, that twisted smirk on his face. "…Unless you can back it up…stay down."
Leila Lahtela was easily the most unique person one would ever see in the facility. The first reason was she was perhaps the only Finnish woman one would see in Japan much less the Diclonius institution. She held herself like a proud aristocrat, wearing a beautiful periwinkle dress, thin white arm bands that stretched up to her elbows. Her hair hung down her back long and thick that only heightened her beauty.
Yes Leila Lahtela was a very beautiful woman of twenty four years.
She was also a Diclonius.
Leila was the only Diclonius who worked with the humans. She actually sided with them, on her own free will. She respected Hector as a great leader who in fact would lead her own kind to the greater good. Some would have to be sacrificed but it would also be good.
She admired him. In most cases if the Diclonius got too rowdy, she could handle them. She prided herself not only as the only aristocratic Finnish Diclonius…but one with a vector range of ten meters long, five death ridden hands. She had killed with these before, humans and her own kind.
She also had a rival.
Jaegar Kaiser was a German who had lived in Japan for a few years and had become part of the Diclonius facility. Tall and thin who wore a brown suit and black shoes. His natural grey hair was always slicked back with two bangs hanging over his face. Much like Leila, he gave the aura of a very aristocratic person.
He carried a weapon. A special made hand gun he created himself with very unique bullets that adversely affected the abilities of vectors. He also wore a pair of white gloves that often rested behind his back lazily.
This often annoyed Leila as this was a most un-aristocratic behavior.
But their rivalry stemmed from the differences as a human and Diclonius and their need to gain the respect of Hector. This lead to a grudging hate but also respect for one another.
How times have changed since Lucy was first there.
Stretching her arms, for the first time in a couple of days Lucy begins to move around. She finds Kouta cooking in the kitchen and she's suddenly struck with a question that she is surprised didn't pop into her head much earlier.
"Where is Yuka, Nana and Mayu?" She asks.
"They left." He said not looking up from where he was working. "We thought you were dead Lucy and I…" He stopped, a long pause in his voice. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again and I kind of lost touch with the others. But your back." He smiles and it warms her to the soul. Yes, she's back but she's not sure if she wants the others to come barging in anytime soon either.
"I'm glad you're feeling up to moving around Lucy. You must be feeling much better."
"I am, my body's healed up and…" Her head tilts down. This is the third time Kouta has shown such kindness to her. Once long ago when she first committed the murders at the orphanage, the second time when she escaped from the facility and he found her on the beach. Lastly, here, nursing her back to health with such tender care.
"…Thank you…"
A smile across his face as he walks over and puts an arm around her waist. She forces herself not to move or faint because she's halfway to falling over. The tender touch of his hands on her side. Tender is a word Lucy honestly has little knowledge on. After all for one who has been strapped down and experimented on, tender almost seems like an anomaly.
She loves him. That was apparent when they were children and he told her how great her horns were. She loved him that very moment and that love only blossomed more as their friendship grew. Yes, she loves him and he loves her too.
This is the story of revenge that ran through the coldest veins of abhorrence.
This is the story of voracity that sought its way through wicked persecution.
This is the story of rivalry burning through the heat of hostility.
This is the story of love that blossomed through the strongest of convictions
A few old and new characters have been introduced in the story.
Lucy Lefenair: Everyone's favorite Diclonius Queen. Her last name is an original made up form of "Elfenliar" which was used as her surname in the Differences Series. This change was to point out that this Lucy and the Differences Lucy are two completely different characters. She survives the onslaught by the soldiers and lives happily with Kouta…but her life can never be easy.
Relatus Greenfall: An man excelling at sniping and using a thick chain for a weapon. He lives a happy life that hides a grudging hate for Lucy who killed his sister during her younger days. He once worked at the facility but because he refused to kill anyone but Lucy, he ultimately had to leave.
Hector Havenfield: A sadistic man with cybernetic alterations on his body from an incident with one of the Diclonius. He is the new director of the facility and his behavior often scares the Diclonius he works with. He has the ability to affect the bodies of others, even able to twist a Diclonius in half.
Leila Lahtela: An aristocratic Finnish Diclonius who respects Hector greatly. She is the only Diclonius who is allowed to walk freely with the humans and even believes that what the humans are doing is right. She also has a rival in Jaegar Kaiser.
Jaegar Kaiser: A German man who sees a rival in Leila. He also respects Hector and uses a special made hand gun capable of effecting the vectors of Diclonius.
