Greetings all Elotakus...This is the first of the bonus tracks for Second Verse. The following one should be treated as the OVA of the Anime season (sort of like episode fourteen), but it's actually set during the timeskip period between episodes 2 and 3 (so you could also treat it as chapter 2.5). If you want to know where I adapted most of this omake/OVA from it is the special chapter at the end of Volume 8 of the Manga. If you search for chapter 108, you should find it. There are two chapters: the first (WARNING: slight spoiler ahead) mainly concerning Nozomi's dream to be an opera singer and the second (WARNING: another brief spoiler hint) concerning what happens after Yuka decides to buy some Sake for the Maple Inn residents to enjoy. I have used both of these Manga chapters for this quite long and (to quote a particular Layman) 'involved' omake. Speaking of, praise be to The Layman for checking over this omake and I hope you will all look forward to when I release his omakes for unsuspecting readers eyes to view (you will never view Elfen Lied the same way again MWAHAHA) in the very near future. Before we begin, I should also thank a reader who pointed something out in the Manga and gave me the idea to include a certain character in this chapter.
Oh yeah, and I should probably also advise that the following chapter leans a little on the 'M-rated' side towards the end in case any of you kiddies are reading (hey why would kjds be reading Elfen Lied anyway?) That's enough from me, time to enjoy the OVA of Elfen Lied: The Second Verse!
(Bonus) Track 14/2.5: Königinnen, Götter und Engel (女王と神と天使): Queens, Gods and Angels.
~I'm not afraid anymore...If I remain a coward and don't take a step forward...
There's no way my dream will ever come true...~
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It was just like any other day on the little patch of paradise that was Kamakura...
"Surely this man should know..." As she held a small flyer in her hands, she walked over to the rather large man picking up trash along the beach. "Excuse me sir."
"Hah?" The brutal conversationalist looked up from his business. "What do you want missy?"
Slightly flustered by the big man's demeanour, the young woman lost her grip on the flyer she was holding as it floated to the ground. "Oh um, I didn't mean to bother you too long it's just-"
"Oi!" He dug his foot in the sand. "Don't you be throwing yer garbage on my beach okay woman?"
"Please forgive me." She answered in a very polite manner just as she quickly scooped up her paper. "Never mind, please carry on with what you're doing..." As she walked away from the grumpy body-builder she half turned. "By the way I think it's great that your helping our environment by-"
"GAGH get lost!" The king of the beach swatted his tongs in annoyance before he continued down his domain; picking up all the assorted pieces of humanity's decadence, squeezing each can as if he were crushing another person's skull.
As the other woman left the beach, she referred to the flyer in her hands. "I think I'll ask a friendlier looking person where it is next time..."
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"Okay, I'm heading out." Meanwhile atop the lush green heights overlooking the city, a young high-schooler was making her way out of the place which she had known as her second home.
"Okay, please don't concern yourself too much over your upcoming exam, Nozomi-chan!" Her Senpai saw her out as another boy close to her age unloaded some bags from his shoulder.
"Gee what the hell are you packing in here Yuka?" The young man sighed. "Explosives?"
"Stop whining Kouta." Yuka lectured him. "There's some extra equipment for track and field today – it weighs a few kilos at the most."
"So the P.E faculty's so poor on funds they make you bring your own training course to school?" Kouta panted.
"No, it was merely a token gesture for the faculty." Yuka explained as she lifted her nose in the air. "As a matter of fact they're making extra room in the gym for an exhibition or something."
"An exhibition?" Kouta stood up with surprise.
"Well I don't think its the main one...But I think it has something to do with the one opening at the department store tomorrow." Yuka said, crossing her arms with doubt.
"I'm leaving too now," a middle-schooler with short black hair called out as she brushed past the two older householders.
"Oh bye Mayu-chan!" Yuka waved to her as she dashed out of the courtyard. "Where's Nyu-chan anyway?"
"GET BACK HERE NYU-CHAN!-!-!" Suddenly two pink haired girls stormed downstairs, one with shorter hair chasing an older one with long hair.
"Fwahhh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I just couldn't help it!" The older one was ironically crying with tears trailing behind her as she tried to escape the younger menace.
"I'll kill you!" the shorter one declared as she jumped down from the star railing, tackling Nyu to the ground.
"Nana! What on earth are you doing to Nyu?" Kouta came over and lifted the girl off of her victim.
Now it seemed Nana was on the verge of tears as she grit her teeth, staring vengefully at the poor girl lying on the floor. "I saw her...I saw her rummaging through my drawer, sniffing my panties again!"
"I'm so sorry Nana." The alleged panties sniffer excused herself. "I thought they were Yuka's."
"WHA!" Yuka fell backwards and banged her head on the wall.
"Now Nyu, I thought we went over this eight times already..." As he let down Nana, Kouta began chiding her like a typical father. "We don't go sniffing though other people's belongings - got that?"
Poking her fingers together Nyu answered pouting. "Yeah okay."
"I-t-t-t-t" Yuka was still rubbing the back of her head after colliding with the wall. "Well I think we better get going now."
"Unn." Kouta lifted his bag as Yuka hurled her own rather effortlessly over her shoulder. "Okay take care of the place while we're gone Nana...See you!"
"G'bye." Nana waved casually as the three university bound students departed.
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"Oh gee...Oh my..." The elegant young high-schooler kept mumbling to herself as she continued walking down the long hill, leading into the outer suburbs on her way to school. My exam is really coming up soon isn't it? Have I even been preparing enough for it? I don't know what I've been doing – have I been doing the right thing...
"Hmm...That man on the beach was not very helpful..." Nozomi recoiled when she heard a strange woman approaching her, hoping that she would slink by unnoticed.
But it seemed her turtle strategy had only brought more attention to the young girl as the woman called out to her. "Excuse me young lady, could I ask you for some directions to this place." Pointing to the crumpled flyer in her hands.
Nozomi took a quick glance at the sheet of paper then shook her head. "Um...sorry...no ma'am I'm sorry, no – please excuse me! Bye ma'am!" And with those jumbled sequence of words, the fragile young Nozomi made like a gazelle, cantering away from the unknown woman.
After her second failed attempt, the outsider shrugged her shoulders with a long sigh. "Well, I can't assume everyone here knows the place, but-OH NO!" She gasped as she looked down at her watch. "I'm going to be late now!"
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"That strange woman earlier..." Nozomi kept dwelling on her encounter as she briskly increased her pace towards school. "Why did she want to know about the Maple Inn?"
Once Nozomi passed through her high school's front gate, she seemed to return her worries to another troubling issue: her selection exams. She couldn't focus on what her teacher was saying in class – writing down the notes mechanically without processing any new and irrelevant information. She couldn't even take in what her classmates were talking about during her lunchbreak, merely letting words and sounds stream through one ear and flow out of the other. She couldn't even appreciate the flavours and aromas of her favourite lunch, with each crunch she imagined another failed note or forgotten word for her oral performance.
It was only after her name was called out through the PA system that she finally re-entered the present world.
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"I just wanted to check up on how you've been going lately with your self-study," Nozomi's tutor explained as they sat in the empty classroom. "It's been nearly six months since you've made your intention to enter a music college...And I hear their selection exams are scheduled in just a few days time."
Nozomi sounded like she had mumbled a 'yes' or a similar sign of acknowledgement. The teacher continued, "Have your parents been helping you out at all? Have they given you some support? I know it must be stressful for a third year student at this time of year..."
Nozomi began falling out of attention with her teachers conversation, merely lifting her head occasionally and a quick glance upward before looking back down at her cold hands rubbing together. It seems, my dream is far more distant than I had imagined.
"DON'T YOU EVER SING AGAIN!"
…
10 years have passed since then...
…
I was always afraid...He would always get angry at me whatever I did...And it just made me more and more anxious...I became more and more of a coward...
"Nozomi."
"H-hai!"
"How's your studies going? Your exams are in half a year aren't they? If you're just gonna wind up in some crappy university you may as well forget about it.
And all I could ever do was answer in a polite voice... "Hai..."
My Father wound never forgive me if I were to talk back or question his word...And so, up until now, I had never once gone against my father's word...
Ever since I was a little girl...I had always wanted to be a singer just like my mother...I had always looked up to her when she sung on stage – and my father enjoyed her singing as well...
My mother was an opera singer...I believed that if I grew up and sang on stage just like my mother, I could make father happy too.
Things changed after my mother committed suicide...
My father changed the most of all...
Even though I was a child and I still didn't understand it all, knowing I could never see mother again made me sad...So I would often listen to her records...
This often made my father upset; he would break mother's records so I could never listen to them.
"Don't you ever listen to your mother's records again!" He would raise his voice whenever I tried listening to them.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" And despite my sincerest of apologies, he would often spank me on the bottom, leaving red marks for the next few days; a painful reminder as to how much my father loathed my interest in mother's music...That was probably when I first started wetting myself...
Since then I had never opposed my father...I could not understand why he got so angry whenever I tried singing one of my mother's songs – I only wanted to sing like her and make him happy...
One year, I thought if I made him a cassette tape, it might change his harsh spirit...I recorded a song as a birthday present for him...
"~Happy Birthday Dear Daddy...Happy Birthday to you!
Daddy...I...My dream is to become and opera singer. And I want you to be there in the best seat of the house for my first performance...And I also...I also want to make you happy like you used to be when mum was still alive..."
And so I left the recording there, hoping he would accept my feelings...
"Happy Birthday Daddy...Here's a present I made up for you."
"Huh? What's this?"
"I sang my very best...I...Daddy I..."
Instead of surprise or praise, He smashed the cassette on the floor and slapped me across the cheek. "Did you think that making me listen to a song was going to change my mood? Don't you ever sing again – understood!-?
With my feelings rejected by father, I eventually sought solitude through singing behind a nearby mountain...In this quiet place in nature, I was able to sing freely and as loudly as I wanted – nobody would ever know...I really enjoyed singing to the tree and the birds, thinking about how much they enjoyed my songs – it was just like my very own stage...I could come here and sing whenever I felt depressed.
My sanctuary...My stage...
It was only around six months ago when things would take another turn for the worse...
'RESORT MANSION UNDER CONSTRUCTION: ENTRY PROHIBITED.'
I had lost the one place where I could sing...I was about to give up on everything when...
"Oh Nozomi-chan? Hey, it's been a while! How have you been?"
If I hadn't bumped into my Senpai Yuka that day...
"Senpai..."
"What's the matter? You look pretty glum."
...I would have given it all up forever...
"What's that? You don't have a place to sing? Aw come on, that's nothing to worry about..."
Yuka was always a reliable Senpai to me...She was a very confident person...Someone I could console with at times...
"Why don't you come sing at our place? There's plenty of rooms; you can just rock up anytime you feel like!"
"Um...Is that okay?"
"Of course!"
"Um...Thank you very much."
And so I practised at Yuka-senpai's house over the next six months...Honing my skills so I would be flawless when the final exams come up...
...Hopefully I should be receiving my exam slip in the mail today...I've come this far now, but I'm so nervous...
I don't think I'll make it through after all...
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MEANWHILE:
"Mou, that was such a boring lecture today wasn't it?" Kouta stretched his arms as he walked out of the classroom.
"Still can't be as bad as Kakuzawa Sensei's." Yuka noted as the three of them made their way down the corridors.
"By the way, we should check out whatever they're doing in the gym halls." Kouta suggested
"It looks pretty busy at the moment," Yuka peered down at the sporting fields from the window. "It might not really be that interesting anyway, I think it might have been some sort of art exhibition or something."
"Art?" Nyu brought a curious finger to her chin. "That sounds interesting."
"Well what do you think Kouta?" Yuka consulted her apathetic cousin.
"Well, whatever Nyu wants I'm happy to go ahead with." And so the three of them made their way towards the bustling exhibition.
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"Hehe, look at them all; gathering like ants to a mound of honey." Meanwhile cooped up in a dirty and smelly storage room a vengeful witch (I mean science assistant) was studying the specimens lined up outside the exhibition venue below. "Those foolish humans, they have no idea that a future goddess is watching over them..."
The so-called future goddess (who was really Arakawa, big surprise) threw her sandal covered feet into her desk as she leaned back in her creaky office chair. "Ahh...It will only be a matter of time...I've worked my butt off until now and it should finally pay of-fafa-WWAGGH!" As a result of leaning too far back in her rusted chair, the assistant lady ended up falling off her chair; her buttocks colliding with the hard floor as a pile of papers kicked up in the air. "I-t-t-t-t!"
One of the assorted papers floating down around Arakawa landed in her lap, when she noticed that it was an old photo, she adjusted her glasses with curiosity, lifting the frozen memory towards her for a closer view. She noticed it was a photo of herself as a young child standing on stage and hugging a trophy almost her own size. The banner above read: 'NATIONAL ELEMENTARY SCHOOL SCIENCE COMPETITION.'
"Ahh...I was such a cute little girl back then." She regarded her younger self, noting the cheerfully wide smile doting the young science whiz. "I always wanted to be a scientist..."
...
"Congratulations Arakawa-chan...You've won our school another science grant!"
"But not everyone seemed to like my academic talents."
"Psst...Look over there! It's Nerdypants Arakawa over there..."
"Teehee...Yeah, I heard she eats live worms for breakfast!"
"Hehehehahaha!"
"All of my classmates were jealous of my excelling grades."
"Hi Himeko-chan. Can I sit with you guys."
"No sorry Arakawa...We don't want to be friends with you anymore. Maybe you can hang out with the teachers or something."
"Teeheehee."
"But my parents would always encourage me."
"Look Mummy! Daddy! I got my report card today!"
"Well done my dear daughter, if you keep these grades up I'm sure you'll win a Nobel Prize."
"Unn!"
"As long as I believed in myself, it didn't really matter what others thought about me...Friends are just a distraction towards your success."
"And the Junior High category award goes to Arakawa!"
"Wow! Thanks so much!"
"...Those damn kids."
"Ungh."
"Hey Frankenstein-sensei! That's a nice trophy you got there! Maybe you'd like to share it with your friends here!"
"Please, just give it back..."
"Haha! What, but that's so selfish of you! We all wanted a piece of the trophy to remember our good friend by."
SMASH.
"HAHAHA! What a cheap piece of crap. Here you can have it back now."
"Those hurtful bitches...I remember their faces too..." With flames covering her eyes and a clenched fist, the vengeful Arakawa vowed, "When I become the new God...I'll smite them first! MWAHAHAHA!"
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"Gee this line's taking forever..." Kouta kept bobbing his head out so he could see any signs of progress in the queue. "At this rate we'll miss our next class."
"It's alright Kouta." Nyu sighed happily. "I don't want to make you late on my count, let's go to class."
"Sorry Nyu." Kouta apologised as the three of them soon abandoned the unmoving line. "I wish Yuka-chan could be as humble as you are at times."
"Why you!"
Just as the trio left, a woman came rushing into the gym from the other side of the human wall. "Oh my I'm so late! I didn't expect this many to show up."
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LATE AFTERNOON:
"Man what a day." Kouta threw his hands behind his back, well and truly relieved that he could return back to his den.
"I hope Nozomi-chan isn't too worried about her exams." Nyu brought up the topic of their nervous friend during the walk home.
"I think it is her father which troubles her the most." Yuka mentioned. "She still hasn't told him about it and she can't afford the examination fees. Plus the school of music only allows students to attempt the exam once."
"That's so harsh." Kouta shook his head in pity. "I wish her dad wasn't such a tight-arse about these things though."
"Yeah...I know, let's get something nice for when she comes back tonight!"
…
Nozomi kept muddying herself with thoughts as she embarked on her journey back home.
I have to get home and pick up my examination slip...
I have to get home and pick up my examination slip...
I have to...
"KAGH!" Nozomi jumped back after she realised she bumped into somebody. The bespectacled woman seethed as she rubbed her forehead. "Oww...That friggin' hurt."
"Wah...I'm terribly sorry please-"
Creeping over her with curled fingers, the science lady dawned over her like a demon. "You damn well better be little girl MWAHAHA!"
"KYAAAAH!" Needless to say, the poor high-school girl ran away for her dear life, tears blazing out of her eyes as she sped down the street.
Feeling kid of guilty, Arakawa screwed up her face and sighed. "Some girls just ain't got no humour... Oh well, back to plotting world domination! MWAHAHAHA!"
Finally in the relative safety of her own residence, Nozomi took a few heavy breaths before she opened the front door. "I'm home-"
"NOZOMI!" Her Father yelled out her name from the living room chair.
"Ah sorry," Nozomi tensed up inside herself. "Is there something-"
"Care to explain this." When Nozomi noticed her Father holding out the examination slip she instantly froze up...Her father had already discovered it before she could get her hands on it. Her future already felt like it was slipping away that very moment. "Were you planning to try an exam for a music school without telling me?" her Father asked coldly. "ANSWER ME!"
"O...Okay..." Tears were already streaming down the fragile girl's eyes.
"Hey Nozomi-chan...I know that we can't really but in on what's going on in your personal life...But we all know how hard you've been working for this, Nozomi-chan."
"I will never forgive you for this! You are not to leave this house tomorrow!"
"We're all cheering for you!"
"Give it your best shot okay!"
There are people cheering for me...I can't afford to betray their faith in me...
Yuka-senpai...
Kouta-san...
Mayu-chan...
Nana-chan...
Nyu-san...
I'll definitely-
Just as her Father began turning his back to head down the hall...Nozomi said the one word she never dared say to her in over ten years. "No."
At first he must have thought he misheard something. He straightened up and slowly turned back to his daughter with one eye gazed at her. "What did you say?"
"I am going to take the exam tomorrow." Nozomi explained, holding her hand to her chest and speaking with more assertion than normal. "I will not give up on this now." And as she held out her hand waiting for something, she paused again before making her request. "Please give me back my permission slip." Holding back the tears of a coward she made her point clear to her Father. "I've made up my mind...I'm going to live my life!"
After a few tense seconds, her Father frowned as though he had finally succumbed to a ten year battle. "After all these years, you really seek to oppose me no matter what." He took one step forward and reached out for his daughters hand, placing his other underneath as he cusped her hand firmly, handing over the exam slip. "I only have one condition..."
…
"I'm heading out." As Nozomi made closed the front door, her father sunk back in his chair with a deep sigh. Gazing out of the window as the snow dampened the sky, he kept replaying the words of her young daughter ten years ago...
"I want to be singer just like mother."
The truth is Nozomi...I wasn't stopping you from signing out of hatred – in fact I really hoped you would one day become an opera singer...
What I didn't want...Was for you to die the same way as your mother...
You see Nozomi...There's a defect in your voice chords...It's something your mother also possessed called 'Sopranto Dramatico'. Normally Japanese people don't possess this. It enabled your mother to sing very high notes but came at a terrible price. It makes your throat very weak...And so your mother forced herself to sing until she destroyed her throat...her voice...
...And ultimately...Went into a depression and destroyed her very own life...
Nozomi, you would have inherited this voice from your mother. But I just couldn't bring myself to tell you when you were dreaming to become an opera singer.
Your mother was a very stout-hearted woman. But singing was everything to her...So when she was unable to come to terms with her the defect in her throat, she committed suicide...
For such a weak-willed girl as yourself, I knew you would eventually do the same...I knew you would be unable to handle it...
I wanted to make you take up a path that wasn't singing...but I guess there's no way of fighting the blood inside of you...But seeing you bring up enough courage to oppose me for the first time has given me some faith in you...
"I have one condition..." Rising from his seat and taking something out of his drawer, Nozomi's father held the broken cassette tape which he had taped back together some time ago. "My condition is...I want to be there, in the best seat of the house, for your first concert so you can bring me joy."
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LATER THAT NIGHT AT THE MAPLE INN:
"Oh great Nozomi-chan's back!" Yuka and the others called out to her from the dining room. "That's awesome now we've got another mouth to help us clean through this Sake I bought."
"Hi everyone." Nozomi quietly sat down between Nana and Mayu.
"Why did you buy Sake anyway?" Kouta grumbled. "Only me and you are of legal age and I can't be too sure about Nyu-chan either."
"Sorry but Nana-chan thought it was juice and picked it up by accident, " Yuka explained haphazardly. "I figured it'd be waste not to drink it right? You know expensive that stuff is?"
"Yeah but you don't need to let everyone drink it." Kouta nagged like an uptight mother.
"Oh come on Kouta, they say sake's better than a hundred medicine's right?" Yuka cheered. "It doesn't hurt to try some once in a while."
"In that case..." The six Maple Inn residents raised their glasses. "KANPAI!"
…
Needless to say, it wasn't very long before...
"I'm SucH A teRRible WoMan!" Yuka sobbed and drooled hysterically. "I'm beTeR ofF BeInG DeAD!" She hiccuped some more as she continued ranting to her cousin. "I'Ve gOt *hic* a TeRRiBle senSe of *hic* StyLe and *hic* I alWayS geT my PanTieS weT in No tIme!"
"Um Yuka, I think you've had a little too much." Kouta, who miraculously managed to stay sober throughout the Sake-fest, advised.
"GOD OF THE PANTIES I'M SOOOO SORRY!" Instead, Yuka rose up to her feet and starting yelling louder. "I KEEP KILLING MY PANTIES SO QUICKLY!"
"Yuka please settle d-"
"HEY KOUTA!" The poor responsible bystander was smacked over the head by a sandal a drunken Nana was holding. "How could you bully me like that!-? WAAAAGGGHH!"
"What's the matter with you Nana?" Kouta asked not really expecting a proper answer. "Hey Nyu could you help me out with this..."
But when he looked over to Nyu he was shocked to find her standing near him wearing bunny ears in her gorgeous pink hair...
...And nothing else...
...Surprised?
"Ko-Kouta..." She whimpered his name like a bunny rabbit.
"What the heck happened to your clothes Nyu?" Kouta's jaw nearly hit the floor. Mayu meanwhile was face down and out for the count – so too was Wanta with a ballooned belly. But Nyu seemed to be made of more spirits (pun intended) as she reached over and grabbed Kouta's hand.
"Kouta...My breast...My breasts...They feel so painful." Pulling his hand slowly towards her swollen mammary glands, "Could you just...Loosen them up a little?" moaning with tears rolling down her cheek, she plonked Kouta's hand onto her soft flesh pillows, rubbing them around as space-craft's limbs started exploring the extraterrestrial territory.
MUNI. With the eel biting down on the chest bun, Nyu moaned again as she brought Kouta's head into her valley of Eden. "UUAHH!"
"WAH" Kouta's cries were soon muffled. They're so soft.
"Kouta-san..." Nyu began sobbing, as tears mixed with the sweat draining down her neck and back. "Thinking of you just now...I can't hold myself back..." Guiding his hand below the Equator, she pleaded with the very confused young man. "Kouta-san...Please make me feel better..."
Agh this is bad! Kouta thought. If this keeps up I'll-
"DON'T" Yuka slammed the table down on both their heads, and in a hidden blessing, saving Kouta from the forbidden fruits of desire. At least until Yuka decided to get in on the situation. "UWAAGH! I KneW it AlL AloNg! KouTa LoVEs NyU waY moRe thAn mE!-!-!" And so pulling up her sweater she cried. "WHY DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH MY BREASTS!-?"
"YUKA?"
"ARE THESE EVIL TITS LEADING YOU ASTRAY KOUTA!-?" The insane and drunken cousin began inquiring further into the pink haired bunny rabbits breasts, fondling them roughly. "Take this! And this!
"Baka, what are you doing?" Kouta continued trying to get through to them somehow.
"Hey!" Suddenly Kouta looked back up at Nyu as Yuka paused whatever activity she was planning now. Nyu suddenly took on a darker expression as she glared at them both. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
…
"KYAH!" Nozomi could only imagine the sheer chaos ensuing in the room as she sought refuge in the hallway.
Everyone seems to have gotten really excited tonight...But I'm glad they can have some fun times and be happy...
TAP-TAP. A sudden knock at the door made Nozomi jump a little fright as she went over to answer it. "H-hello?"
"Oh Good Evening. Fancy seeing you here!" Nozomi was surprised to find the same young woman, probably close to her Senpai's age, standing outside the door. "This is the Maple Inn restaurant isn't it?"
Nozomi lifted a hand to her chin nervously as she hummed her explanation. "Um...Sorry but this is Kouta and Yuka-san's house."
"Oh." The neatly dressed young woman raised a disappointed eyebrow. "I heard there was a famous restaurant in this town some time ago...So they must of closed it down eh?" She crumpled the old flyer back into her handbag. "Well, I'm in town for one more day as I'm holding an art exhibition in the Ganshou Department Store...I-"
"Somebody...Save me!" The woman peered through the door to find a young man being wrestled to the ground by a naked pink haired girl.
"Oh please excuse them," Nozomi bowed her head. "They've been."
"Oh it's quite alright, adults can get up to some strange things at times." She laughed light-heartedly as she took one more glance at the girl inside, scrunching her nose a little before stepping out. "Well , sorry for interrupting...Have a good night!"
"Take care." Nozomi waved her off, feeling quite embarrassed now.
When the woman left the courtyard she kept thinking of the girl inside the house. "No, it couldn't have been her."
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THE NEXT DAY: GANSHOU DEPARTMENT STORE:
After the initial success at the university launch, the official launch of the exhibition today was a huge success as hundreds of Kamakura's elite and art-junkies converged inside the floor to admire some of the young lady's many years of work.
Wow! I can't believe so many people showed up today too! She felt quite accomplished with herself, giggling as she flicked back her medium length black hair.
"So you're the fine young lady whose conceived all these masterpieces?" She was called out by one big suited gentleman. "We were all fascinated with this wall piece in particular." The dapper gentleman walked over to a large group of a dozen keen art fans, all gazing at the giant painting which had been placed at the back of the gallery. It was a watercolour illustration of a young pink haired girl with two horns poking out of each side of her head. Though the subject of the painating appeared quite glum and melancholy, two white angel wings sprouted from her back as the sun peered through the dark stormclouds in the background. "We were all just so intrigued by the young horned girl in the picture, was she someone you once knew in your life perhaps?"
The prolific artist frowned as she thought about the horned girl she had befriended ten years ago. Tragic circumstances had brought the two girls society had rejected together and had torn them apart as well.
"Ugh...Why am I in a hospital?"
"Aiko Takada...You were shot and have been in a coma for two and a half weeks."
"Ugh...It feels so sore...Wait a minute- that girl!"
"I'm sorry?"
"What ever happened to her? I need to know? Those men with guns were after her? Where did they take her?"
"I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about. You might be feeling amnesiac or delusional from the coma, so please just rest for a while..."
…
Aiko huffed as she shook her head with a smile. "No I can't say I ever knew such a girl."
…
'KARAKURA KILLER SHOT DOWN IN POLICE STANDOFF! LAST NIGHT IN A LOCAL DEPARTMENT STORE...'
"What lies! It can't be true...She was my friend!
...I'll make sure the world remembers you for who you really were..."
…
"Well we'd be really happy to purchase this magnificent piece off of you." The pompous man brought out a golden outlined chequebook as he began writing down figures. "How much would you like? Say fifty-million Yen?"
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"Oh look, it says Aiko Takada is coming back here for an art exhibition tomorrow!"
"Really? I heard she was a great young art prodigy form around here...Apparently her parents were very abusive though..."
"Such a shame...But look how she's ended up...I bet her friends and relatives must be so proud of her!"
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"I'm sorry gentlemen." Aiko averted her gaze back to the painting. "But this painting right here is worth something to me beyond mere monetary value..."
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"Gee this line's taking forever...At this rate we'll miss our next class."
"It's alright Kouta...I don't want to make you late on my count, let's go to class."
"Sorry Nyu..."
"Oh my I'm so late! I didn't expect this many to show up..."
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"Well, it's great to see you place some real heart into your work Ms. Takada." The man tipped his glasses as his group moved onto the other paintings assorted throughout the store.
Aiko smiled with watery eyes as she looked up at her painting of the horned angel. "I could never put a price on you...This was the one thing I could offer to repay you for the wonderful, yet brief time we spent together..." She dug through her handbag and produced what looked like a small, tattered beanie hat. "Wherever you may be, I hope you're living a happy life with many friends...Kaede..."
So if you made it all the way to the end, I value your determined Elfen Lied spirit. Please be rest assured that The Layman's omakes will not be anywhere near such length. But I won't reveal anything else about them, because you WILL make sure to stick around and read them too won't you? And make sure if you have any other ideas for omakes just shout them out. So make sure you don't miss The Layman's Omakes!