A/N: Written in summer 2007, for the prompt "Memory" for "Code Geass"
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Memory
On days like this, when his schoolwork was safely completed, and his student council duties were fulfilled according to the whims of the president—on days like this when he would bring Nunally outside with him, and they would sit silently, together, he would remember things. Her warm hand would be in his, and he would hold it. He would watch as a sprightly spring breeze kissed the blades of grass and embraced each individual leaf as it wound across the crowns of the trees, before swooping downwards and spiraling around them. A few fluffy clouds floated lazily across the vibrant blue sky, their passings over the afternoon sun dimming the irrepressible brightness with which it always shone with.
In Lelouch's mind's eye, flowers would dance with the wind as he ran past the little bushes that lined the paths, as fast as his slender legs would carry him, and he saw his mother and aunt with Euphie and Nunally, sitting under the shade of the central pavilion. He would sit there with them—not for long, mind you—before his mind once more carried him through that distant garden.
Sometimes, he would see trees, not really very tall, but enough to have a pleasant shade to wander in. The field of the school grounds grew suddenly with a river of sunflowers, turning towards the sun, their backs bent with a light wind. His slender fingers recalled grasping calloused ones, as he once again wandered through fields of flowers. Sometimes, if the wind was just right, he thought that he perhaps heard two boys arguing over which arrangement of wildflowers would be liked more. From their words, it didn't seem to matter that their intended recipient always hugged both bunches to her chest as she exclaimed over the wonderful aroma that filled the little house, quite ignorant of the abashed—yet proud looks on both boys' faces.
Looking out over the emerald, with Nunally's hand in his, he would remember things, many things. He would remember all the happy times that they had enjoyed, in a world seemingly created for them.
And sometimes, when he walked out alone, the pristine lawns would be strewn with rubble and dyed ruby, and he would think of the future—the world that he would once again create for them, even if would have to throw away some of his most precious things.