Pure White Deception

Hello this is my first fanfic, I love Simon/Nia so much and a good mystery that I combined the two and got this. This will have action and angst but also fun. I don't know how far this will go it depends in the reviews. SO THE MORE REVIEWS THE MORE CHAPTERS. I made this the prologue and after this there will be a time skip. It's in an AU in something like the real world in Japan or something. It might change, depends. I do like suggestions so be open. And yes there will be Kamina/Yoko and maybe Kittan/Yoko….maybe.

Disclaimer: I do not own Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann or any other characters in it. I did though; man my life would feel complete.

Chapter One: Clear Amnesia

Simon woke and found himself in a white room. So white the shadows of the furniture only indicted it was there. His mind was hazy and slow to process everything around him. He tried to remember anything but nothing came up. It was all blank, like the room around him. It was like he was nothing; all he could remember is his name and age.

It was scary, Simon had never been this scared in his life, or at least he thinks it was. It was like he was nothing in a space of nothing. Simon tried to get up but pain spread through out his frail body. He felt bandages around his arms and legs and one on his left eye. He sobbed out of his right. He cried because he was in pain, he cried because he was nowhere, but most of all, he cried because he never existed in the first place. Then he heard the softest voice.

"Why are you crying?"

Simon startled a bit at the voice.

He turned and saw a face of baby light skin, poofy blonde hair with shadows creating the illusion of blue streaks sitting right next to the bed. Her smell was of flowers, cotton and spring air. She had pink and blue eyes with flower for pupils and a face colored of curiosity and sympathy.

"What?" Simon said with a cautious voice,

She perked up from the response.

"Why are you crying?"

" I don't know…or it's because I don't remember…. anything…I-" Simon turned his head to hide his tears. The young boy was crying, but he looked blank, toneless, and almost…dead. Even his replies were in a monotone voice.

"You lost you memory?" said the young girl scrunching her eyebrows.

Simon compiled by nodding his head. The blunette all suddenly felt cold yet inviting hands surrounding his body in a tight embrace.

"It's alright, I'm here to help." Simon blushed with the surprise contact.

She pulled away and smiled to him not pulling her eyes away.

" My name is Nia, Nia Tepplin, and yours?"

Simon looked at her with confused but otherwise emotionless eyes, as if he was like paper with nothing written on it.

"My name…" He paused trying to remembering it, ".. is Simon."

"Simon, that's a nice name. I am 14 years old, how about you?"

"Same here. I think. That's all I can recall. Where am I?" the young boy said while turning his head to analyze the enivorment around.

"You are in my father's hospital, he asked me to stay with you because you had no file or birth certificate. You were very injured when we found you and were out for a month."

"Where was I found?"

"They said it was near a dumpster in an alley way." Nia said darkening her eyes. Simon felt a rush of sadness upon hearing this. Even the world didn't want him. Nia took notice of this and grasped his hand.

"It's okay I can ask my father if you can stay with us, if you promise to be good! We'll try to help you and you can go to my school and meet my friends and eat my cooking and-" Nia kept on rambling, Simon face brighted slightly. Although he didn't know what she was talking about, just her being near him felt tranquilizing.

"But you have to promise me one thing." Nia said with a sturdy look on here face.

"W-what is it?" the injured boy narrowed his only available eye.

"You have to always be yourself, and try to be the best at being yourself. Not who you want, not who were or who you will be but who you are!" Simon was really confused with this but at the same time understood. He wasn't sure how but he felt it was right.

" Okay. I promise."

"Okay~! Let me get my father." Nia skipped out the room with her red shoes clacking the floor and her pink dress flutter away.

Simon felt happy, like all the problems around him seemed easy to overcome as long he was with Nia.

But then all of sudden Simon felt like a dark personality bubbled up. His eyes filled with with resentment, coldness and anger. He wanted to kill anything, as if he lived for it. His hands felt dirty like he killed many before and will do it a hundred times again.

His head hurt, ached in fact. He had a big urge to burn the room. The whole hospital. The whole city. Hell the whole world and everything in it. Simon saw a small knife next to an apple on the nightstand and was about to reach for it until he heard a voice.

"Simon~!" Nia came in, and then his eyes shot back with light and felt no more anger, as if he snapped back from a deep sleep. He jumped a bit when he saw a dark skin large, muscular man with hypnotizing eyes.

"This is her father? He looks nothing like her!" Simon thought.

"Simon this is my father, he said it was okay!" Lordgenome, Nia's father, explained the rules of the house and where he will be attending school.

" You want me to live with you? You don't even know me, I don't even know myself. Why-"

Simon stopped as Lordgenome raised his hand.

"I have no care what you are, but Nia trust you with all her heart and that is all I need. Although life isn't cheap, as a living condition for my house you must get receive excellent grades and not be troublesome in school." Lordgenome closed his eyes with a bored expression.

"Also I request you get a job and pay me back for this hospital room anytime, but must pay it eventually. Understand?"

The last word was more of a demand than a question. But nevertheless Simon agreed. But the injured boy's mind was more focused on another thing.

"What happened to me a moment ago?"