Title: Mission Code Zero
Subtitle: Yogen no Mihaeru (Mikhail of the Prophecy)
Disclaimer: Code Geass: Hangyaku no Lelouch is a licensed property of Sunrise and CLAMP. None of it is my property, except this fanfiction alone.
Author's Note: This is it! HAHA! xD I tried to think of an appropriate opening scene while working at midnight so I'm sorry if this is bad and vague (haha xD)
Oh, another batch of greetings before I start. Thank you Lola, Lulu (The black Prince), Rivalz, Lelouche, TJ (Ky Kiske), Nunnally and Kallen for the wonderful role-plays we have. I've been frequently out though, but they still stay with me so I'm happy =)
EDIT: [insert date here] I have rewritten everything; yep, from the scratch I have created a better Code 1. HAHA. I am serious about finishing this project and beforehand, I have to rewrite the previous chapters− correcting wrong spellings, wrong grammars, anything wrong on the entire chapter− for more reading pleasures. I have written full chapters until Code 26 and before I can post them, I'll have them rechecked first so no more flames could be written about me MWAHAHAHA. I also inserted more Suzaku/Nunnally romance as I spice up my main character's harem here (for those who have asked, now your question is now answered; Mikhail Luschia does have a harem here :D) Full of beautiful, charming and aggressive ladies are coming his way and unlike his previous life, I'll try flourishing his love life up (poor Lelouch, he deserved at least one night with one of the ladies, just like what Kira Yamato [Gundam Seed, anyone? xD] did with Fllay. [But seriously, I hate that butch. HAHA it was intentionally misspelled xDD]) Although I know that it's unnecessary, hey, what else can make a hero's world evolve, right? It should be love, guys. If you don't agree, I'll make this BL-themed xDD Perhaps hardcore yaoi to completely punish you all xDD
Summary: To avenge the sudden death of those loved ones she never knew, Cerise Butterfly would bring chaos to the world with her gifted mind. With the arising antagonist, the world needed a hero...
2018 a.t.b.; in the midst of the raging battle between the rebellious group of Black Knights and the opposing Knightmare Frames of Britannian Empire...
A dangerous warhead known as the F.L.E.I.J.A. was fired at the Tokyo Settlement, leaving a crater in the area and all of the civilians, who were totally innocent and unaware of the dangers that would afflict to them, were declared missing or, worse, dead.
On that large number of casualties recorded of either missing or dead included my parents and my brother who just went in that Settlement for a business trip.
I was only a mere three-year-old when it happened.
I could barely remember the last time they hold, cuddle and kiss me...
I only saw their smiling faces on our last family picture taken before they disappeared.
Peace was never achieved if they were still missing after all these years.
Absence of gunshots and killings would never be considered peaceful when the hearts of those who couldn't feel it were filled with hidden cries and silent curses.
Not all of the hatred was buried together with that Britannian emperor like the history books had written.
Why didn't my hatred vanish with his death?
Why?
I got a reason.
And that reason would drive me to change everything...
Everything...
Code 1: Rekishika (The Historian)
At the cliff of a hill beside the Tokyo Settlement wherein a spectacular overview of the city could be seen stood a man, with his long dark-colored cape danced with a gentle breeze while in front of a grave with special gold lines and letterings on it that carved the name of the late 99th Emperor of the Holy Britannian Empire. His tulip-shaped mask worn for the last twenty years still shined with the lukewarm rays of sunlight sneaking out behind the leaves of gathered trees. When he took it of, his chocolate locks freed after it had become damp because of his sweat.
"It's been twenty years, Lelouch..." There came his low calm voice greeting his friend with his usual smile on his lips. His gentle jaded eyes seemed smiling as well, betraying how cold he was when on command on the army or being stubborn during meeting hours.
Kururugi Suzaku, with a heart of a real soldier, did obey the last command given to him- as a sign of his acceptance to his best friend's Geass.
A contract that could never be terminated by anything or anyone...
"I... do this yearly, though," He laughed to himself. "But keeping you updated with the progress of the world you created would make you happy, at least. So I think...
"Nunnally is doing well; as always. She still does some origami when she's bored. And finally, the portrait of you, His Majesty, that she requested is already displayed at the Royal Palace. You know, gradually, the world begins to accept your sacrifice. We have to thank her written book. Because of that, the world began to understand your real intentions, your actions, and your feelings. You aren't just an ordinary prince who, after had renounced his title out of his own, would just snatch the thrown because of personal reasons. You are a good person; the world now understands that…" And he smiled more, with his eyes closed. "… Isn't that great?
"And remember Miraizha?" His lips drew a wonderful smile after he had uttered that name. "She decided to attend Ashford Academy this year. She's growing up into a lovely lady. I wish you could see her."
He paused for a while to rest on the grasses. "Rivalz will have his third child next year. Julia is three months pregnant, so Nunnally will be a godmother, again. He never changed, that punk.
"Milly-san is planning to visit our graves this month." He chuckled softly. "She had always known that I am alive, but still she likes to visit my tomb in the cemetery. Like she had said, 'Friends would remain friends until the day they die'... and she's taking all of our old council members as a sort of reunion.
"Nina does great in the Britannian army's research and development. And she's helping Lloyd-san and Cecile-san in developing a new generation of Knightmare Frame for me as Zero.
"And Kallen? She's doing great as a school director. I don't know why she had loved our school that much. Well, she became a great help for Kaichou. Her daughters are all fine as well."
His cellphone vibrated at the midst of his talk. His meeting with the officials of UFN would begin within an hour. He slowly stood on his feet, glanced at the grave once again and uttered, "I'll catch you later, okay, Lelouch?"
He wore his mask, walked toward a tree where his tall black horse rest and immediately left the area to meet his security personnel at the foot of the hill.
The vast blue sky that was bright suddenly got stained with puffs of heavy dark rainclouds.
The Ikaruga warship went to the Middle East faction headquarters to discuss something, according to the representatives of each nation there, personal and important. The Representative of Pakistan stood up as he presented his report about another case of kidnapping in the Middle East, particularly in the areas of Saudi Arabia, United Arab Emirates and Lebanon. Those incidents could be considered a threat of terrorism, although there was no suspected terrorist group to commit such crime in the past three years.
"So, over-all, there are 47 kidnapped students around the globe since 2035," Prince Schneizel el Britannia, Prime Minister of Britannia concluded while reviewing the filed reports on his desk and shifted sight at Zero who was sitting beside him. "It's not much, but having a mysterious abduction of youth recently is quite alarming. We can't label it as a terrorist attack yet, for there is no declaration of ransom from the culprit."
There was a silence in the conference room at the moment, with Zero analyzing the current situation.
Since 2035, a number of elite students from Norway, Germany and Russia, ranging fro the ages seventeen to twenty years went missing from an excursion in an art gallery exhibit in Austria. A year later, another group of students from South Asia and Australia was added in the list. It didn't take a long time when two Japanese teenagers were reported missing, until more and more the same cases filed up at their desk. It could be a coincidence, but recurring time after time sounded absurd.
Why was the students abducted without any ransom note?
Or a group of vigilante took the students for they were activist or something? Or rebels perhaps?
"We got no other choice but to investigate these recurring incidents from the scratch. I'll recommend securing all of the campuses around UFN members and raising the security to the maximum level." Zero turned to Schneizel, "We'll meet with Prime Minister Kirihara and fly back to homeland immediately. I directly send the Black Knights at different universities around Asia."
That was not the best plan but it was a better move to make, rather than just sitting around and think. As Zero walked at the hallway going back to his warship, he kept thinking; after almost twenty years, someone has started spreading evil once again. But what for? There was already a peace talk between the two superpowers: the United Federation of Nations and the European Union. Those two agreed to work together for a better future; there's no way they could surprisingly declare a war. That's too cruel if that was the case. Creating a nonsense war was nothing but nonsense. A terrorist group, perhaps. Was there any issue regarding racists or religion wars? That was impossible; why there was no complainant? Anyone could complain if there were any issues about it.
As he entered his chamber, he lifted his mask off his head, gently placed it on the table and slumped hard on his sofa bed at the center of his spacious room. He sighed hard, releasing all the stress and pressure inflicted to him moments ago. After twenty years, he began feeling all of the negative vibrations as Zero. Anything and everything were piled at him; if those problems weighed tons and megatons he could had died right then and there. It was really a hard work but he enjoyed it for the last years. He looked at his image on the mirror near his location. How in the world he kept his twenty-year-old look when he's already in his late-thirties? No one would ever believe: two years later, he was already forty years old. What a charm. Good thing he always had his mask on.
It was getting a little bit uneasy on him so he stood up for a while, went inside his sleeping quarter and stripped his body-fit Zero costume off. He again thought of how young his face looked like; he checked his own body at the mirror once again. He maintained that nice body over the years. Good. His hands were the only ones that looked so old, well, not really. They were just rough; a great evidence of how hardworking he was. His muscles were all firm; no signs that were saggy or lumpy. He even pinched and poked them to see how firm his biceps were. He really looked like a 20-year-old teenager in spite of the years that had passed by. Something came inside his mind. No way; there's no way he became an immortal, just like C.C., who had maintained her teenager look when she was already centuries old. Creepy thought. He wanted to find out, but as if the Geass implanted to him would allow him to die happily just like that. An amused expression displayed on his happy face. Who could have thought that he could create a happy ambience even by himself?
Someone entered the chamber. It was Sumeragi Subaru, the second leader of the Black Knights. He was already on his forties, had a navy blue hair, a bit taller than Suzaku and wore a scowling face. He was a cousin of Sumeragi Kaguya, meaning he was also a relative to Suzaku. He had with him some papers and a carrier bag on his left hand. He didn't see Zero around so he assumed that Suzaku was inside the other room. "You're not yet done changing clothes, Sir?"
Stern voice, as Suzaku expected. "I'm almost done. Sit down for a while." He changed into his normal yukata and faced the Deputy Commander like he was that normal Kururugi Suzaku: happy emerald eyes, smiling face. Who would even believe that this smiling man was the ever strict, snobbish, proud leader of the elite Black Knights? "I can't wait to eat some spicy curry from here. Have the cooks prepared our flavorful lunch today?" His voice struck a happy tune as he sat comfortably beside his cousin.
Subaru remained serious as he cleared his throat. "We're here to deal with the report the representatives placed before you. Why don't you start studying this before they find out that you're happily slacking off with that special curry?"
"Aww, Subaru!" The chocolate-haired stretched out his right arm and wrapped around Subaru's shoulders. "Please, stop scolding me, just this one time. Give me a break, at least… just today."
"And when will you stop relaxing and start this little project here? There might be no culprit yet, but this problem keeps on growing each year. The youngsters of this generation are still in danger."
Suzaku withdrew his arm, crossed them both instead and gave the other man a hard look. Subaru noticed it.
"What?"
"Twenty years swiftly passed by and here I am, still solely carrying the burden of this world, like I am the only creature on this Earth that can think of miraculous and marvelous things. Lelouch has created a world without any danger lingering on it, not a world that suddenly stopped thinking just because of 'Hey, why bother anyway; Zero's here to save the day?' quote? Do I have to explain further?"
"No, you don't have to. It's clear to me that you want to shout loud that, 'Hey, world, I'm sick and tired of you; can you replace a new Zero?' quote."
Suzaku let his arms free, threw them on air until they landed hardly on his side, then he leaned on the soft cushion and sighed. "Like I can surrender the mask when I promised Lelouch that I'll be Zero until the day I retire."
It was Subaru's turn to cross his arms. "See? We've been discussing that retirement thing for months now. And you're surrendering to your own reasoning in the end. You're still young to stop public service, Suzaku."
"Hey, hey!" The younger man waved his hands vaguely. "Don't base everything on my looks, pal. I'm running forty. You hear? Forty. And I've been serving mankind since my teenaged years. I didn't even enjoy those years because of public service; are you getting my point?"
"Yes, Commander-in-Chief; you're already hungry." Subaru gathered the papers. "I'll just check if your… much-awaited curry is done." He immediately exited the room.
Suzaku let his body sagged on the couch. There's no point in trying to reason out his real feelings. Subaru was right; in the end he'd feel guilty if he'd turn his back on the promise− no, the contract he made with Lelouch. It was very clear: he ought to serve the world as Zero, no matter what. The contract was like that, and so the punishment just went on and on… as long as lifetime existed it'd be there, lingering around him. Besides, the world badly needed him. He needed the world for him to be happy. No choice for this tough man.
Suddenly his phone rang and it was from someone unexpected. Somehow, seeing her name flashing on his phone's screen made his smile dazzle once again. This might be the world that he really meant; the only thing that could make him happy. With an ever exciting tone, he answered the call. "Hello… My Empress…"
Philippine Archipelago.
A nation baptized as the "Pearl of Orient Seas" due to its land area surrounded by mostly waters and used to be a territory of the giant empire and the home of the largest army forces of the Chinese Federation.
Twenty years after it freed from the collapsed federation, it had stood alone as a country, having a strong foundation of technology and machinery and respected by other UFN members as the Home of the Miracle Treaty.
"And that's it, the summary of my report for the last summer class examination next week," 17-year-old Gian Mauricio showed his three friends his written history book report while having a break at Manila State University's campus grounds beside a water fountain.
The only girl in their group named Patricia read the contents of the said report and she looked disgusted. "You can't even call this a 'report'. It's just an ordinary homework. You forgot to emphasize the meaning of Miracle Treaty to us Filipinos, and the reputation we built while still under the Holy Empire of Britannia and the Chinese Federation. That's lame, Gian."
"W-What!" Gian snatched his papers away. "That's mean, Patricia! Your comment destroyed my hopes of having a majestic high grade that will surpass the Historian's!" Then, he looked at their bespectacled nonchalant friend who was still busy reading another thick History book.
Another teenager chuckled as he tapped the complaining guy's shoulder, "Looks like the Historian doesn't mind at all."
Gian huffed, "That's creepy, Ricardo. He seems to be in the other dimension when he has a History book on his hands."
"And that's why he obtained that 'Historian' name."
For the record, the other guy wearing a reading eyeglasses paused from his activity after he had heard his nickname and looked at his friends who were all staring 'lovingly' at him. "Uhh, are you... calling for me, Ric?"
With his vein twitching, Gian was the one who answered. "Mikhail, at last! Welcome back to our world."
The boy who was called Mikhail covered his right ear where Gian stood next to him. "You're squealing like a girl, Gian. You're attracting some attention, cut it out."
Gian playfully caught Mikhail's head between his arm and trunk and did a fake punch on the raven-haired teen's head. Patricia and Ricardo laughed at the scene, and so the other students noticed that the four most popular students at the university had gathered once again.
Fellow students began whispering, laughing and smiling as they looked at the four teenagers. They were the famous Elite Four of the Manila State University, known for their excellence and brilliant talents in different fields and consistently the Top Four students of the said campus. It was summer, time for summer classes and stuff, and here they were; taking their own courses and helping other students to survive the ever boring vacation from regular classes. Everyone was looking forward to be taught by those young geniuses in their mastered fields.
Patricia Ferrer got the spot in music, arts and sports and admired by girls and boys from different departments because of her friendly attitude and loving smiles, although she was dead serious and a little scary during musicals and sport competitions.
The Clown Gian was a computer whiz and had an ardent passion in modern technology and electronics. He always cracked lame jokes and funny facial expressions that keep the group alive. He held a secret attraction to Patricia and was extremely jealous of his other friend, Mikhail.
The oldest of them, Ricardo Diaz was a young Mathematician, and an excellent engineering student. Because he was the eldest he acted as the group's ever dependable big brother and protector. Though he really excelled at numbers and also a young chess grandmaster, there was someone he just couldn't beat no matter what...
... and that was the boy with eyeglasses, the constant Top One among the Elite Four named Mikhail Luschia. The youngest chess grandmaster since he was six, the best in academics despite his lack of recitation and sleeping in the middle of his class, the Sleeping Ace of the school's official Soccer team and known as The Historian due to his fondness of World History.
The three childhood friends and the marvelous girl were not acquainted with each other before, but after they had suffered a silent discrimination among those people with lower potentials than they had, they became friends, and got stronger while competing against those students that could never achieve the level they were in. But despite his defected relationship with society around him, young Mikhail encouraged his friends to spend their summer vacation teaching and helping low-leveled students in their school without expecting any return from the school and anyone. It was a good idea, and all of them agreed. The school administrators became so proud of their Elite Four, that they even invited media and press to interview the students and make their school shine around the nation once again. The cream of the crop didn't like the idea, though, that he hid on that water fountain.
These media, he thought to himself. He asked his friends to do that project to help fellow students, not to gather the nation's attention. Not to mention that he hated the media in the first place. Media were dirty sometimes, and he had enough of their dirty tricks and scams. Why not, he'd been dealing with the press people ever since he was in pre-school; when he unintentionally unleashed his prowess in front of critics and psychologists. He endured harassments, stolen photo shots and ambush interviews after that, and it was all irritating… and annoying. It could have been better if I was born dumb… and normal…
But that wasn't the only reason why he avoided media all his life. He again checked if any press people had seen him and his friends sitting on the fountain that he looked around, pushing his eyeglasses up to keep it in place. Suspiciously he glanced on every person passing by them. That wasn't the only reason why I hated them…
He just invited his friends to go to the school library before their first period for a group study. Although they took different courses— Ricardo was civil engineering, Patricia took Education, Gian on the Computer Programming and Mikhail's second course was IT— and didn't need to attend any of the summer classes (because of their academic excellence), they always gathered once or twice a week after every tutorial to have some bonding while studying together. It had become a habit for the Elite Four.
"By the way," Ricardo dropped his books at the table sitting on the near chair. "All of us are invited to take the International IQ Examination this Sunday, right?"
Patricia nodded and looked at Gian and Mikhail who were signing the logbook at the Library's lobby. "I heard that Gian's parents were still deciding while Uncle David had approved Mikhail's participation."
"My mom agreed either. But setting that aside, I saw an official list on the internet. There are a total of one thousand students participating in our country alone. Adding those other counts from other nations, the total participants is quite large."
"Sounds scary. But it'll be an online examinations, so no problem about the assembly and everything."
"Good news then!" Gian finally joined the table with Mikhail taking a seat beside Ricardo. "Mom and Dad already decided to give me a chance to take it. It's for me to prove that I am really one of the Elites."
"Good for you, Gian. By the way, Mikhail. I heard from Patricia that Uncle David had let you join the IE?" Ricardo asked.
Mikhail nodded. He didn't look so happy, though. "Though I was the one who refused, both Mom and Dad encouraged me to take it."
The rose of the group looked surprised. "Auntie agreed, despite her family's status?"
"What do you mean by 'status'?" Gian paused from writing his first line in his assignment. "Oh, yeah. Aunt May is from a Chinese aristocrat, right?"
"It's not that." Mikhail suddenly threw a sight on the calendar posted on one of his notes.
The 18th of May was encircled with a red mark.
"Mikhail... Mayumi loves you so much. It wasn't your fault, my child...
"Never..."
"Wait," Ricardo uttered. "Why wouldn't you want to take the exams? It's for you to know your IQ count recently. Every year it changes you know."
Mikhail crossed his arms. "It's not compulsory, and I have all the rights in the world not to take it. But Mom and Dad are supportive and optimistic. I just can't let their expectations down so it's for them why I'll take it."
"It seems that you're not going to perform your best on it," Gian grinned evil and nudged Ricardo. "Hey, we can snatch the place off of him and become the Top One! Opportunity really comes once in a lifetime. And this time I'll… we'll take it."
"As if the Historian would just give away the thrown just like that." The eldest student remarked.
Did Ric intend to make it sound sarcastic? Mikhail pretended he didn't notice. "Oh, I can give it away anytime I want to. Want to give it a try, Ric?"
Ric just shook his head. "No way. Higher position means a lot of responsibilities. I'll just let you take all the glory, for you truly deserve it, Historian."
"You two sound so serious." Patricia finally noticed the sarcasm raining on them. "Let's have some ice cream after this."
The two boys agreed while Mikhail stayed silent, as usual. He might never outgrow that social defect. It became worse than ever. But at least he was more responsive than the usual. When he was younger it was a lot worse. As long as he could remember, he couldn't even talk to his parents that easy. All he did was to nod, shake his head, pull his mother's and sister's skirt or poke his dad, limit his answers to yes and no, and sleep all day. Good thing he knew how to socialize a lot better as he grew older. All along he also knew the reason behind that funny behavior. He always knew why he liked to be locked up into his own world more. He always had an idea why he behaved so oddly before. All of those things, he already knew... but he kept silent. Only he knew those reasons. And that fact bugged him as years passed by. All along it was bugging him.
He flipped another page of his textbook and there, on the new leaf he saw a map of Japan. Japan. What a nostalgic place. Behind his spectacles were his shuddering eyes as he thought of those wonderful yet painful – Wait, NO! He immediately closed his book, driving his friends to gaze at him.
"Something the matter?" Gian asked with a blink.
The boy just shook his head negatively and looked down. Strange… I shouldn't be thinking that way… No. I'll never get back there…
Never…
Taking the thick World History book between his right arm and torso with his bag clung on his left shoulder, Mikhail took the elevated road going up to the executive village where his family live. The New Manila Settlement, where the upper-class citizens live, was at the higher range than Manila's normal land area and had an exquisite view of Manila Bay known for its perfect view of a setting sun. As a child of a Filipino businessman and a Chinese aristocrat, it was natural for Mikhail to live where other rich people live. Only that he wasn't that interested to be pampered and treated like a real aristocrat. He was a simple-hearted teenager who wished to be normal just like the others and be himself. He never knew why but ever since childhood, he had loved helping others. He might had some difficulties in expressing his real feelings, still he knew compassion and he knew that his heart belonged to the poor, to the normal people around him. His own family was a great factor why he felt like this, and he was so lucky to be born into that simple couple that, despite the wealth of their own families, decided to leave every riches in the world to build a family away from the luxuries, away from discrimination.
Their house wasn't that huge or small. It was just perfect for a couple and their children to live in with verdant gardens at the backyard and flowers at the low fences which his mother planted and nursed. As he reached home bound, his loving Chinese mother named Mei Xi (and was already known by her Filipino name May) greeted him, welcoming Mikhail into her arms followed by a kiss onto his hair. Minutes later, as they walked through the hallway going to the living room, his gentle father, David came out from their library and with his long, sturdy arms, he cuddled his family full of love.
It was a nice scene of kind parents and a warm child sharing a nice moment together, when they only got apart for hours. And behind them was a table, where a family picture could be seen. There was a younger Mikhail, still three years old while carried by his father, and a smiling lavender-haired young girl beside his mother.
He went upstairs and into his room to change his uniform before dinner. The overhead light turned on, revealing a neat bedroom with a bookshelf full of encyclopedias and other books on the corner, a computer table beside the wrinkle-free bed and a window with a cyan silk curtain. He rested his things on his study table and started unbuttoning his school uniform.
Right after dinner, Mikhail went back to his sanctuary to finish his book report. Taking his pen on his left hand while his notebook on the other, he started scribbling notes. All of the necessary words he had to write were already documented into his mind after reading that Britannian history book and all he got to do was to write them down. Though he kept himself busy for a while, his eyes couldn't help but glance at the calendar to look at that marked day. He again halted from writing to look at it once again.
May 18. Mayumi Luschia's 25th birthday.
Beside his table calendar was a framed image of smiling lovely lady with her summer hat on being blown by the wind so her right hand holding onto it; her natural lavender curls scattered behind her summer dress.
"You know what, Mikhail. That emperor they labeled as a Maou[1] wasn't really a bad guy. I've seen him when I was still small.
And when he announced the executions of those hostages he held, his eyes flickered.
A real bad guy would never have that kind of eyes... eyes that were full of gentleness and kindness...
So don't feel bad when someone would tell you one day that you look just like him..."
His left hand was immobilized for a moment, unable to write even a single comma. He then transferred his pen to his other hand, and lettered a note. It was not surprising to have a highly gifted guy to be ambidextrous. Only that his right hand wrote his original handwriting, and it could bring trouble when someone saw it, especially those he had been with before.
On the other hand, he was grateful; he was away from either Britannia or Japan. And no one in the Philippine Archipelago would care to ask anyway.
Slowly, he rose up from his chair, and stood before the mirror.
The black-framed glasses with 150 measurements completed his 'nerd' look. And he was quite happy that his vision wasn't normal and he was required to wear eyeglasses. When the time came that he would take them off, Mikhail Luschia wouldn't be recognized.
Instead, his image would be remembered...
... for Mikhail shared the same appearance with him.
With Lelouch Vi Britannia himself.
Next Code: The girl who attempts to change the world with her own wicked way, and the boy who has the most gifted mind of all and has the face of the late emperor- two paths will cross and so, it is called fate.
A/N: Just imagine a Lelouch wearing eyeglasses, that's how Mikhail looks. ^_^
References:
[1] – Maou means a devil king in Japanese. Just think of Shibuya Yuuri, HAHA. Seriously, Cornelia herself labeled Lelouch as a Maou. Lelouch also used this word to describe his self as the Majou [witch]'s accomplice, that was C.C.
• Chin Mei Xi (May Luschia) is a daughter of a powerful Chinese family closely related to the recent Tianzi (name for the Chinese empress), and exposure of their family's background and family tree is extremely prohibited to public knowledge. That's what Patricia mentioned her family status. So, with this, Mikhail then is a half-Chinese half-Filipino genius (just a triva, there are a LOT of Filipino-Chinese here in the Philippines and they've settled even before the Spanish invaded our country. Chinese people have been a part of our Filipino culture; they even had their famous Chinatown in Manila. See?)
• Philippines is where I live so I'll make my country shine this time (xD)
• Every code title is in Japanese [as you can see in the list at the right box at the top of this page], and you can see its corresponding English as you scroll down a particular chapter. (Except Code 2 which is a Filipino word, hence it's English translation from the Filipino language)
