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I apologize for any inconvenience regarding the basic vocabulary or grammar mistakes, english is not my native language. However I decided to write in english because it is most common, at least in this website.

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Just for curiousity:

The idea of this fanfic is based on a dream I had. Therefore all cast appearing is of my own, however the story takes place in the same universe as Elfen Lied.

May 13, 20XX.

In a dark room, he has been in front of the computer for many hours, enough to make his eyes red and his back hurt, maintaining the same uncomfortable position in the chair as the only part of his body in motion being the fingers, typing at an average speed something that resembled to be formulas. Lines and lines of irregular words mixed with numbers and symbols, each one of them carefully arranged in a particular order that only he would understand.

A cup at the edge of a glass desk next to a computer and many instruction manuals laid, full to the top with coffee that has clearly not been touched since the morning it was served demonstrates the commitment the man puts in his job. Anyway the coffee was not drinkable anymore and it's only purpose now was to go down the drain.

The young man suddenly stops and takes a glance to his wristwatch with a tired expression on his face, soon after he stands up to stretch from the fixed position with many bone cracking sounds coming from his column.

"Seven already... time to give it a rest and go home", he reminds to himself with a not so enthusiastic tone.

As he takes his computer bag and prepares to leave the office, a young japanese looking man approaches to him with a friendly attitude.

"Hey Chris, are you leaving?", he asked.

"Oh, of course I'm leaving, my shift is over and so as yours, Kouji." he replies with a slight disgusted tone.

"Fine, and do not forget it is Kouji-san to you".

"My bad, I still don't get used to japanese manners", drastically changing his attitude to a more humble one.

"I will let it pass but only because you are a foreigner."

"Yeah I apologize, I will even bow to you right now", the sarcasm seems to be back as he actually makes a slight bow to his fellow co-worker.

"Huh you will never change, leaving that aside, I have something important to tell you."

"Look I am tired so let's postpone that karaoke party for next week." says slightly bowing with the hand on the back of his head.

"It's not that, besides your karaoke performance is lame".

"I am aware of it, that is why I'd rather not embarrass myself by going again. By the way Kouji, what is that very important thing that keeps me from going home and being stuck here listening to you."

"IT happened again", says Kouji while staring directly to Chris' eyes.

Both employees change their attitude drastically, suddenly filling the corridor with a dead silence for quite some time.

"Has there been any casualties", Chris asked.

"Of course not, it is the fifth time that IT happened and still no one seems to be nearby at the time of the incident".

"Any idea how it was made, or by whom?"

"As I said, no victims nor witnesses".

"Hey Kouji, would you like to go and check it out".

"Sure, you don't see that everyday".

"I hope we don't see that every day, besides we have no choice, it happened in the same place right."

"Ahh... the parking lot, in the fourth floor." said Kouji.

Both employees walk towards the auxiliary entrance to the east wing of the office building, which conveniently was connected to a five floor multi-storey car park.

As they get closer to the scene, many people have gathered around to witness the inexplicable event, including the Kamakura Police Department and a heavy duty truck which could be seen in such a crowded place.

Close to the crowd of employees from other businesses that also are connected to the parking lot, a familiar face resembles upon the rest. A japanese security guard in his mid-forties, judging by the gray uniform with a radio attached to his left chest and a distinctive beret; and because he was an acquaintance of Chris.

"Yoshida-san, how does it look." Chris asks with not much concern.

"Oh Chris-san, Kouji-san, good afternoon, well not so different from the last time it happened."

"I see, no need to look at it this time then, besides many people have gathered and the incident is impossible to observe from here." says Chris with quite a relief in his voice.

"Don't worry Chris-san, you leave it to me, here I have as much authority as the police."

Suddenly Yoshida's face fills with determination and starts walking into the crowd with his nightstick on hand.

Like a boat breaking through ice on the arctic seas creating a new path. The crowd moving aside as they hear the old man shouting forward.

"sumimasen, sumimasen, doite-kudasai."

Although been living in Japan for a few months, Chris' japanese knowledge was good enough to understand that Yoshida was telling the people to politely move aside; that would save him from asking Kouji what was the security guard saying, as well as avoiding a bad joke from him for not understanding such simple expressions.

"Uhh... what the hell, Kouji let's check it out before the path closes".

Following the trail that the security guard opened for them, moving through what resembled to be a forest of people, they finally arrive to where the incident took place.

"No need to thank me you two." said the proud looking security guard.

"That was really not necessary Yoshida-san but good job, I guess."

Few meters in front of them, among the police officers and the red-blue lights printing the walls of the parking lot, laid the victim.

The three man keep staring at a familiar, yet extraordinary happening that never ceases to amaze them, they could stare at it for what was left of the day.

A black Mitsubishi Sedan, just like any other, except that this one had been separated in two parts. A clean cut going from side to side of the body, not even a scratch on the painting.

The only logical explanation anybody would think about is that it was made with a giant paper cutter, or even a guillotine. But that was ridiculous.

However, the divided vehicle was about to be loaded on the heavy-duty truck to be disposed of as who appeared to be the owner was being questioned by the police.

A quite depressed middle aged japanese business woman wearing a turquoise jacket with a familiar logo on it; the three man pinpoint recognized it as an insurance company employee which was located two floors below the same office building they worked.

How ironic, to think that the possibility of any insurance plan covering clean-cut motor vehicles hardly existed. With no witnesses there was nothing she could declare to the police.

"Chris-kun, would you like to make a bet" says Kouji.

"Let me guess, you want me to guess how the cut was made. Am I right?"

"You said it yourself, wanna try."

"Taking in mind the fact that this is the fifth incident of its kind, having no witnesses and not even the police investigations division could declare a simple explanation, I think it is even more stupid to think that a bet could even get close to a theory." replied Chris with overwhelming self confidence.

"Fine, fine, I was just saying. You don't have to tell me the obvious."

"We are software programmers Kouji, not detectives, get it out of your mind."

As the police escorted the heavy-duty truck carrying the divided carcass of what used to be the amusement for so many, the crowd was starting to disperse leaving the parking lot like nothing had happened in a matter of seconds.

The absence of red and blue lights had suddenly turned the place into pitch black night, only being thanks to the emergency lights from turning it into complete darkness.

"Time flies when you have fun." said Kouji with a childish attitude.

"Fun you say...? Show some concern for the situation Kouji".

"Why are you so worked up, we won't be seeing that again for some time, last incident happened a month ago."

"Yeah... I still remember that green compact owned by a senior in the first floor office, he even cried, I haven't seen something like that." said Chris in a low tone."

After a long moment of silence, it was Yoshida's turn to say something.

"You also own a car Chris-kun, a red Honda if I am not mistaken."

"That's right Yoshida-san, a 2011 Civic model."

"Ohh... then you should be careful Chris-kun. YOU...MIGHT...BE...THE...NEXT...ONE." said Kouji with a creepy tone.

"Yeah you are right, maybe I should start using a bicycle, just like you...I don't think so."

"Shut it, I...I...I will definitely purchase that Suzuki bike I told you about, you just wait and see."

"Sure, In your dreams...saru-me." replied Chris quietly.

"Hee... what was that again."

"What are you talking about, it was probably the wind, or you are losing it Kouji, hearing voices and stuff."

"What Kouji-san said might not be a bad idea, you should keep an eye on your car." said the security guard.

"I noticed Yoshida-san, since the first time this incidents started I seriously thought I would be the next one, well, my car to be precise. Maybe I should really consider start using a bicycle like my friend here."

"Psss... Not funny." said Kouji slightly angry.

"That is not necessary Chris-kun, you can use the underground levels of the parking lot."

Both Chris and Kouji seemed impressed.

"I never noticed this place had underground levels, what about you Kouji".

"Don't look at me, I ride a bike remember, I don“t use the parking lot." said Kouji apparently ashamed of himself.

"Sure you can use the underground, since the office building access and elevators don't go down there people prefer to park in the upper levels, therefore anyone rarely parks in Basement 1."

"So Yoshida-san, do you really think that the underground is safer that the upper levels against this perpetrator." interest and concern can be seen clearly in Chris' face.

"100 percent safe, due to the recent events a CCTV surveillance system has been installed in the first floors, day and night a live feed transmits to the security room, if anyone looks suspicious I will be the first person to know."

In the few months Chris has known security guard Yoshida, he would say that the previous statement was the most self assured comment he has ever heard from him.

"Thanks for the advise Yoshida-san, I will definitely consider parking on B1 from now on."

Kouji suddenly interrupts the speech and points the fact that a complete hour has passed since they met to observe the incident.

"Gentleman, sorry to interrupt but I have to go now, my wife is waiting for me at home."

"Pfff... What are you talking about Kouji, you don't have a wife".

"Yeah but... but I might find the love of my life on my way home, who knows".

"As long as you don't have to pay for it, let me remind you Kouji to skip the red light district and go straight home, we have work tomorrow".

"Wha... What... Who do you think I am." Kouji replied nervously.

Both Chris and the security guard laughed quietly, a humorous situation was not bad at the time being, taking in mind what they witnessed a few moments ago.

"Kouji, Yoshida-san, good night, I have to go".

The three man parted ways and headed home, except for guard Yoshida, his place was the security room since his night shift had started.

Chris just had to walk a few meters from where the incident took place, that is where his car was parked. As he opened the door and got inside, he could not ignore a strange presentiment-like sensation that the night was far from over, almost as if something interesting was about to happen in the following hours.

He was not the superstitious type, so he tried to convince himself that everything was just fine, except for that inexplicable event, the night would be as boring as every other.

After driving a few minutes through the Kamakura urban district, he arrived to this modern japanese two-floor apartment, compact, but good enough for a couple to live in it.

Although the only japanese characteristic the apartment had was only the size, not even the distinctive shoe tray at the entrance door or the japanese style bathroom, everything from the inside resembled a typical western fashion apartment.

In essence the first floor was a large living room with a kitchen at the far right corner. Bathroom and a laundry room to the left side of the large room, stairs to the second floor at the far left end.

"Tadaima... Mmm... I still can't get used to it."

As soon as the door was opened and the lights illuminated the room, a big hairy creature rapidly made its way to the hall.

"Oh not again... HALT...SIT." the man shouted with his right hand pointing toward the creature.

The animal slowly decreases speed and sits down recognizing the command and gesture pattern.

"Belka, why won't you understand, don't rush to the door when it opens, one day we'll have visitors and you will definitely scare the shit outta them".

Chris reaches the creature and pets its head.

"Hey what's this... ohh... I had no idea german shepherds dropped this much hair".

After a long day, the man proceeds to the refrigerator and opens it only to find beverages and some raw vegetables.

"Dammit... I forgot the shopping, I have nothing for dinner. Uhh... well, just grab this juice, I'm not that hungry anyway." said clearly disappointed.

Now Chris' sole desire was to reach bed, for that he went straight to his bedroom in the second floor, the apartment had quite a simple design, half way the stairs make a ninety degree turn to the left facing a straight corridor leading directly to the bedroom. Before that, a guest room and a complete bathroom both to the left of the straight corridor.

After a well deserved shower Chris shut himself in his bedroom, he seemed to spend most of his time in there, judging for the small glass table in which his laptop was, he tried not to be the typical workaholic "bring the work home" type, but his profession sometimes demanded it.

Chris might not look the type, but he likes games, specially videogames. Posted in front of the room, a large flat screen with a console underneath, seems he took that hobby pretty serious, enough for some videogames not being generic FPS titles, special editions and japanese original versions, hard to get for western residents, however, he was currently not one of them.

He actually considered to briefly forget about all his conflictive thoughts by logging in and search for interest matchmakings. That idea suddenly disappeared as he grabbed the smart phone and took a look to the time.

"No way... midnight already."


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