In certain times, you meet people. It's not like they change your life, or make something inside you see the world in a whole new perspective. It was no 'paint with the colors of the rainbow' or 'wind' or whatever the hell that large meaning is. It was just eye contact and a simple dandellion. After that, after years of silent memories fading into the lost times and new faces. They didn't remember? Why would they? Just another person. What if that person came back into your life. A slap in the face and a sigh of relief. It felt so much more peaceful to know in the back of your mind, in the pit of your stomach, they are alright. Memory isn't a gift, it's a promise. You promise you'll talk to them later; they get hit by a train. You promise you'll call them later; just when they hang up, they were shot and killed for no reason. You promise you'll never hurt them; you've hurt them. just another factor of life, you lose some, you hurt some, there is no win some. Not with these stakes, not with what is on the line now.

"Motherfucker!" She screamed, trying to hold onto her umbrella, but the bus had already pulled away. She couldn't ask to get back on and get a shorter ride home. The umbrella had broken and her clothes were dripping wet. "Bullshit." She growled, her voice a low demonic prescence eminent. In heels to, no one said she would have to walk this far, no one said the bus driver was going to be in a bitchy mood today. No one told her the power would have gone out earlier that morning and she didn't know the high would be fifty degrees when they had been in warmer temperatuers for four weeks; so she wore a skirt. Karma, God, whatever the fuck was out there that was causing this, a hefty middle finger was raised in it's honor. Slumping along with her soaked bookbag, soaked clothes, dripping wet hair, and half soaked ipod in her pocket she went through the songs. Nothing special. Nothing was hardly special anymore to her. Walking through the back alleyway she tilted her head. There was a large group of black jeeps. Her eyes widening with fear she couldn't run so she quickened her speed. They didn't find her drugs right? Nothing special, again, just marijuana. When the group came out empty handed, and at the end of the alleyway they made out the shilouete. She could just hear the whisper of it. "There she is! Get her!" Dropping her bags she decided to run again the decent three inches of rain on the ground. Suddenly a man tackled her to the ground. The figures surrounding her her face was in the water and dirt. Her ipod still in her ears sweet music filled her head when she was snapped back up. Looking at the crowd of people a gun was pointed at her head.
"What have you..done...to my family?"
"They aren't needed." The man holding her down snarled, shoving her face back down.
"They are completely safe, you have my word. Why would I harm them when you are the objective."
"Good use of rhetorics." She snarled. "What do you want? I won't tell you where anything comes from."
"We're not interested in your drugs girl, we're interested in your powers." A single voice sent chills through her. Forcing herself a bit up she smiled.
"CC, it's been far to long." The woman crouching down picked the girl's chin up. With a smile she purred back.
"It has been a while Louise. Three years?"
"Exactly it seems." She whispered, looking down. "But what do you want from me now?"
"You're holding up your end of our contract-" Shooting up she screamed.
"No! I don't want to-" A gun forced to the back of her head she looked at the masked figure.
"This is him? The one?" CC nodding looked back at him. "Is he a sorry ass? I just want to-stop hitting me you asshole!" Her voice turning demonic her eyes glew a shiny red and the man stumbled back.
"What the fuck! Is she possesed?" Sitting up she looked at her legs once she stood up, covered in scratched her cheeks felt sticky, they had been bleeding. In a denim skirt, white tanktop underneath a black blazer and black heels she stumbled onto the masked man and CC.
"Wait...CC...how did you...I'm the only one who...oh damn."
"We're always connected Louise. You should have known I'd be back for you. It's time." The masked person looking down at the girl she glared back.
"Are you some fetish or something?" And a punch to her head. Stopping in her tracks she tackled the black haired man, in his thirties it seemed, her geass activating she raised her hand and a dagger formed from bone and blood. Her nails growning as well she cut the man open, gouging him her clothes weren't even touched by the blood, except the hems of her sleeves and skirt. Sitting on her knees over the completely open man she smiled, blood dripping from her hands she stood up putting them into a puddle of water they cleaned off and CC handed her a hand wipey. Throwing the blood stained cloth into the water CC apologized and pulled the girl's arms back behind her. "Where are you taking me?"

"You need to finish our contract." CC mummbling pushed her into the back of the car she hit her in the head with a blunt object. Driving down the roads after they picked up her stuff the masked man took the helmet off and pulled the mouth cover down. Looking over at the green haired girl he looked back at the sleeping girl.
"CC...she's just a girl-"
"By now she should be fifteen. She'll help you Lelouch, don't worry. You know what you have to do right?"
"Yes." Climbing back he looked at her. "She's fifteen...she lives in this world...what's her geass CC?"
"Her geass, is the ability of Primal."
"Primal?"
"She controls time with such a dark nature, her abilities can transfer into violence like you saw earlier. She's basically a killing machine thanks to geass." Lelouch staring at her he sat on the small space of the floor, looking her over. She had chest length blonde hair with auburn underneath the blonde layer, and a layer of brunette under the auburn. With black painted french manicure and a freckle digested face she seemed like a tempermental girl. Lelouch towered over her he could already tell. With shaggy black hair and pale skin his violet eyes were the generic of Brittanian Royalty. His real name, Lelouch Vi Brittania; alias, Lelouch Lamperouge. Arriving at the checkpoint the lights flashed and they were back in Area 11, at their docks, and the girl was still sound asleep. CC still driving took the backroads to ashford. Making it to the academy Lelouch took her inside and CC would meet them inside soon after. Lying her on his bed after he dragged her up the steps he quickly got undressed and into his collared shirt and a pair of black slacks. Getting onto his computer he was so grateful his sister was asleep. The girl's breathing was quiet. When her eyes shot open. Watching her she looked over, sitting up she smiled, rubbing her eyes.
"You don't look that bad underneath the costume...where's CC?"
"She'll be here." He replied shortly, crossing his arms he watched her. "Don't try anythi-what are you doing?" Climbing over him on the chair he watched the stranger tilt her head, looking him over. Black staring into violet she chuckled.
"I'm just looking you over. CC has always chosen attractive people for her contracts."
"You've entered a contract with CC. You have geass."
"Of course. Makes sense doesn't it? So...what is your name?"
"Lelouch-"
"Eli! Get off of him!" CC running over pulled the girl back, dragging her to the floor the switches clicked. Eli was her nickname. Leaning back on the sofa CC explained the situation to her.

"Serious? Ugh, how stale. I thought something would be more exciting." She growled, hanging upside down off the bed CC got undressed into one of his shirts and chuckled. odd for the imortal doll.

"Let me guess, you want marijuana, friends, boys, and sex?" A finger pointed in her face a nod followed. Lelouch in shock mummbled.
"How could a girl like her hold a contract?" The two girls glaring over he turned back to buisness.
"So, am I gonna be kept here like a bitch and can't do anything unless it's Black Knights?" CC in shock Lelouch let out a hardy laugh. "What? What-CC.." CC turning away walked out followed by Lelouch sitting next to her, giving her a smirk.
"That was a sweet image of bliss, just to let you know."
"Hey, hold on." Squinting at him she sat on her knees, reaching eye contact she was that short.
"What are you doing now?"
"I met you before." She whispered. Putting a hand on his cheek she put her face closer. "I met you...a long time ago."