Summary: Shirley didn't die after Rolo shot her. Lelouch was able to get her to the hospital in time. However, when the truth comes out, will they ever be the same? Follow into their junior year one year later as Shirley comes back from a vacation with Suzaku, new and different. Is Lelouch's heart only on the Black Knights and revenging his mother's death and Nunally's pain? Or has the orange haired artist finally got him to acknowledge her feelings? Most importantly: is Lelouch forgiven? After all, betrayal is never truly forgiven…
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Code Geass characters. Believe me, if I did, Shirley would not be dead, Lelouch would not die, and they'd be together.
It hurt like hell. Truthfully, it felt like somebody was shooting a thousand tiny pieces of glass down her veins. Gods, the pain of it all was unbearable. Everything had turned from scary to worst just as soon as she spoke to Rolo. She knew he had looked upset as soon as she said something about wanting to be the one true thing to Lelouch, but she hadn't expected to get shot at.
Shirley was lost in
this world of complete darkness. The only thing she could think about
was why. And the pain. Everything in her said to just give into the
light and let go. Hell, her father was right there. His hand was
stretched out and he was waiting for her with that same gentle,
fatherly smile. His eyes showed so much love. She could truly pass
over to be with him and not care. It was her daddy. How could she
not?
But what about Lelouch? Hadn't she wanted to be important to him? Technically, just because he cried for her when she was bleeding didn't mean she really mattered. Maybe he didn't like death or maybe it was because he knew it was partially his fault. After all, none of this would've happened to her had it not been for him. Shirley could easily be living her life, loving him, and giving up as much help as she could to him. But noooo! Some people just had to be difficult.
Inwardly, she let out a sharp cry of pain as something sharp entered something. Gods, it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Death was standing there, waiting. This sly, evil smirk was on his face as he waited patiently for her hope to crumble because he knew that there was no way she could fight it. Geass was used on her too many times and she had already lost a lot of blood. It was time for this little child to leave.
Maybe it was her time. After all, Milly had long left for her job, Rivalz and the gang was doing perfectly fine, Suzaku was living his life as a Knight, and Lelouch was definitely on his own. So, what was her point of staying? Her mom was out of town, like always, so for her to come home and find her daughter was killed shouldn't really matter? Right?
"Shirley!" It wasn't Lelouch's voice. No, he had told her not to die before and called to her over and over again. He looked so beautiful with his violet eyes glittering with tears. So beautiful…
"Shirley, don't you dare…don't you dare die on me! Damnit, Shirley!" It was Milly, her closest girl friend since childhood. She sounded so pained, like this was killing her and then Shirley thought about something, something she forgot about.
When they were kids, Shirley and Milly had made a promise that no matter what, they were going to live their lives. And they'd do it together. They'd get married, have kids, and have good careers. Something as inevitable as death wouldn't separate them, well, not when they were this young.
So, when Shirley saw her father, she turned away as a crystal tear drop fell down from her emerald green eyes. The light slowly faded away as a sad smile plastered itself upon her father's face. Instead of being disappointed or hurt, he understood perfectly. He even let her see this woman that looked exactly like Lelouch.
"Live, Shirley," the woman said and blew this amazing, strong aura and it was surrounding her. This wave of comfortable healing seeped into her wound and healed her wound. Shirley could feel the organs stitching up with the help of the sharp objects that stuck themselves inside of her and then felt the skin stitch up.
Then, as quickly as the pain subsided, she searched farther and farther into the darkness. It was hard at first, seeing as though she had to fight through the new pain of feeling something heavy in her chest. She finally saw the blinding light and leapt.