A.N.: The third chapter! I was supposed to get the inspiration to write the 4th one (which I did) but ended up only finising this one. The 4th, I'll try to write before I return to school. Anyways, interpret this chapter however you wish to. I know I promised C. fluff, but hey, amnesiac!C.C. is actually pretty damn hard to write properly! Guess that means it's rather hard to shake off that image of the stoic C.C. As it stands, I'm not sure how it came out. Well, I hope.

Thanks to Lost-Chan, who pseudo-beta'd this thing for me! This one's for you (just hope it came out good)!

WARNINGS: EXCESSIVE USE OF THE F-WORD, courtesy of an stressed Lelouch. What's the appropriate term for this? I think it was, Cluster F-Bomb, or something like that. Also, small bout of accidental yuri. If any of these put you off from reading, well, that's too bad.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Code Geass, its characters or any of its places. If I did, then for whatever reason I would be writing this?! I'd be freakin' rich!

It was dark. Dark all around her. She did not know where she was. All she knew, was that she was standing in a dark, empty void, and aside from this expansive, overwhelming darkness, and herself, a cold, uncaring wind was furiously blowing all around her.

Where was she?

Ever since coming to on this place, she had been wandering, going down one direction for a long time. But, was she going down? Right? Left? Up? She knew nothing… Save that it was cold, she was alone, and she felt scared. Scared of this never-ending darkness, which stretched on for eternity. Scared of the wind, ice-cold, furious and uncontrollable, chilling her to the bone and filling her with dread.

And most of all, scared of her own self, scared of the cold, unfeeling being mirroring her form, seen on the fleeting images that assaulted her mind from time to time. Was she really that person? Was she really that uncaring monster, who ignored the suffering around her? A monster, who played with the minds of many for her own sake…?! A selfish person, who tricked many people into losing themselves to an accursed power she couldn't even remember?!

"NO! I refuse to be like that! If this world would have me become such a monster, then I'd rather forget ever being such person! Help me! Anyone! Please! Just let me forget everything…! Let me start over… Just one more time… Please…"

Whether or not her pleas were heard, the "floor" beneath her gave away, breaking into transparent, mirror-like shards as she fell, fell into the grasp of the shadows, shadows that had been slithering all around her, watching her with zeal, zeal finally put into engulfing her being in darkness. She screamed in fear, fear for herself, for of herself, fear of this cold darkness! And so she fell, fell into this mare of darkness…

…But she stopped, as suddenly as she had started falling. Why was she screaming? She tried to recall, but couldn't. She had forgotten. She just knew she felt… happy. But somewhat empty. How to fill that emptiness? It was vexing her.

"…!"

Eh? What was that? Straining her ears, she concentrated on a sound that she could barely hear, if she focused. She did not even notice that she had stopped falling completely, merely floating in the void.

"…ine!"

"Uh? Who's calling me?"

Hearing a voice resonate through the space, uttering words she barely recognized as her name, she reacted to it, wishing to reach it, reaching for it with her hand. But it was not to be, for the wind, which had been howling, screaming in primal joy at her misery, had become warm. Instead of whipping at her, it lulled, caressing and encompassing her being in warmth; warming her cold body, making her feel comfortable. She wondered in awe; was this how it felt to be cared for? Was this feeling, warmth, kindness and worry? Was this how the person felt? The person who called her?

If so, she loved it. She wanted more. She wanted to reach for that kind person. She wanted to wrap her arms around that gentle being. She wanted soothe their worries, repay their kindness and share their warmth with her own. She loved this feeling, loved this voice, loved this wind, loved this person. She wanted to go to where this voice was. She wished to be with this person.

But it would have to wait. To be loved, it felt good. Extraordinarily good, but it tired her. She did not want love to tire her out, inexplicably so, it did. She was tired, and so her eyes began to close gently. She missed her being begin glow slightly in the darkness. She missed her being being encompassed in ghostly arms, the figure of a young man barely made out. She missed as this figure brought its head down to her own, ghostly lips placing a gentle kiss on her own. She missed as the figure dissolved into tendrils of light, fleeting around her sleeping form, before reaching out to the surrounding black. She missed as the darkness she so hated began to struggle against the light. She missed as the light transformed the void into white.

She missed as the black void, became white void. She missed as the void became lush prairies, running rivers, and forests full of life. She missed, as she slept through it all, how her being came to rest against a giant, marvelous cherry tree, pink petals fluttering in the same warm breeze that had come for her in that emptiness.

The wind of remembrance took pity in the green-haired woman, helping her forget.

The sleeping woman dissolved into green light, entwining with the same streams of light that used to be pristine, now a beautiful, deep amethyst. And all along it, the wind of remembrance lulled the beings dancing in that light to comfortable sleep. Peace would be eternal for their souls, but all that was left before that came to be, would be misery. Misery inevitable, but misery it would be.

On a different plane, perhaps a different time altogether, a green-haired girl awoke. She looked in fright to the figure looming above her, and began to try to understand her situation, even as the figure, a young man, looked at her in worry and in shock. This scene, which would be part of a sequence, would lead them to the bliss the girl had just dreamed of.

"Spring her heart would yearn for, and so her dreams would be filled with Spring…" Mused the wind of remembrance, having taken the form of a wise, old man…

Startled, the green-haired girl shot upright in the cushioned sofa she was sleeping in. She was breathing heavily, the experiences of her dreams having placed her mind in turmoil. She was shaking heavily as well, and her breathing was approaching hyperventilation. That was the worst one yet! And those whispers... Were thoe the whispers of the dead?! Scary!! With a small yelp, the terrorized woman hugged herself, desperately trying to forget her dreams. Fortunately, it didn't take long for her to remember her happiest memory; her Master, her current Master. His image always made her feel at peace. Focusing on him, on his voice and his form, she felt her nightmare vanish from the recess of her mind, and felt his gentle voice (in her mind) ease her spirit.

Managing to calm herself down, somewhat, "Another dream." She thought. She had been having dreams similar to these ones recently. Whenever she had one of these, she would start trashing in her sleep, start breathing heavily and start mumbling incoherently. Or so said her Master. Whenever she had a dream—or nightmares, as she had started to call them—her master would be beside her when she woke up, to soothe her as she convinced her conscious that she was safe, away from the terrible images and safe in the arms of her Master, burying her head into his warm chest, and crying as he gently stroked her back.

But this time, Master was not beside her. Master said that he would be incredibly busy these following days, so he may not be able to be with her if she had nightmares again. Frowning in small disappointment, she looked down at herself, and once again, she was mystified. It was weird. She remembered being at the service of several men, only to escape as soon as the opportunity presented itself. But in all the memories, she was young and battered. When she looked at herself in a mirror, she did not see a child. She saw a beautiful, fully grown woman with a mature feminine body, lime-green locks slightly framing her head, falling down her back to rest at her behind.

She was an adult version of her memory self. She did not know how that came to pass. For that to happen, she would have to have aged at least a dozen years, and yet she held no recollection of any events transpired past her latest escape from the servitude of a lord; a lord, she remembered, used to look at her young body with shifty eyes, and a strange look that sent shivers down her spine. But none of that was present now.

Indeed, for when she took in her surroundings, she found nothing that pointed to the medieval era she used to despair in. Instead of wood and stone, there was metal and something her Master called "plastic". Her Master's living quarters were neatly organized, but with a slight leaning to luxury, if the bookshelves covering some of the room were to be any indication… Oh, and those strange contraptions her Master had muttered about… "television" and "c-computer"… Yes, those were the names! Her master would be happy to know she remembered! Yes, no Master of his caliber deserved to have a brute for a servant!

Or so our amnesiac Witch told herself.

For several days now, C.C. had absolutely no idea of who she was. She only remembered her past as a wayward slave girl, nothing about coming into contact with Geass. Thus, when the figure of Lelouch appeared in her vision, dressed in regal clothes, deep purple, her mind automatically reasoned that she had been taken in when she was asleep, and that this was her new Master. He did seem dressed for the part, in hindsight. So she, having only those memories, went from cynical, mocking, deadpan and deadly C.C., to meek, timid, shy and submissive C.C.

Anyways, returning to the matter at hand, C.C. took a sniff of herself, and was disgusted. She reeked! Her Master would not appreciate her being in his presence when such an odor radiated from her body! Taking a look around, she spotted the closet, where master said she could take more clothes. Striding to it in slow, unsure steps; as she wasn't fully accustomed to her new center of balance yet (Her breasts were too big! They were also a bit obstructive!) ; she reached it, and opening the doors, found multiple rows of the same clothes. Her Master said that she did not really have need for much deviance in dressing code, so she simply chose another set of tight white shorts and tight white halter top.

Taking another look around, she spotted her Master's private showering room, where she could hear the water running. In an uncharacteristic (or characteristic, depending on your view) display of innocence (and stupid), she happily assumed her Master had anticipated her nightmares, and had left the water running so she could shower. How thoughtful of him! Her Master was so nice, so gentle to her! So much unlike any of her previous Masters! She would never try to run from him!

So it was with these happy thoughts that the unfortunately airheaded girl walked off to the bathroom. Too bad she forgot that Lelouch never left the water running. If the shower was currently spouting water, then that could only mean….

Steam covered the mirror hung on the wall. Steam clung on the walls and ceiling. Steam clung to the glass of the door leading to the shower. Steam clouded the space, as hot water descended like a thundering waterfall around one Lelouch Lamperouge's head. Sighing, he allowed his body to relax, as the water soothed his muscles. What a busy day! First, he had to sit for hours signing document after document. Then he had to go to the rehearsal of the U.F.N. Act declaration. He performed his act perfectly and flawlessly, as was befitting of Zero, a fact that never ceased to amaze some of his compatriots. Then, when he thought he could take a small walk to gather his thoughts, he was approached by that idiot Tamaki. Thankfully, he was able to talk his way out of accompanying him to a get together with some of his Black Knight pals, but just being near him caused him a headache.

He held nothing against Tamaki. He just wished Tamaki realized that drinking loads of booze until you dropped was not good for his goddamn genius brain! Another fact that did not escape the notice of surrounding Black Knights. Thank the heavens!

Still, only now could he truly be in peace. He'd been standing there for quite a while now. He even sometimes had to catch himself from falling asleep, standing up. Must be more tired than he originally thought. Looks like he'll be turning in early. Perhaps he could muster the energy to try and help C.C. remember something again, no matter how futile it had proved to be time and time again.

That brought him to another thought. The girl had been suffering from nightmares nightly. She was always muttering things like "No…" and "Spring…" Spring? What of it? Confusion had been a rather constant companion of his only recently and already he was bored of it. He wished he could do something! That girl… She was not C.C., at least, not how she used to be. This reminded him of the time he spent under his father's Geass….

Suddenly, a fleeting memory assaulted him, and an idea formed… Perhaps he could—

But his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door to the shower room being opened, and it was with foreboding that he turned to look to the entrance, were the naked form of a woman with long, green hair was visible. And just like that, a sparkle seemed to go off in his head, and his mind almost shut down because of the embarrassment.

Oh happy day! She would be able to enjoy a warm shower, if the steam was any indication to go by. She could relax there, then dress and maybe order another of those precious, sacred things called "pizzas" that her Master had brought her once. She would be eternally grateful to him! She'd even save some for him; there's no way someone as kind as her Master should not be able to savor something as sublime as pizza!

Stripping down while thinking all this, she made her way through the steam, and reached the glass door to the bathing area. Grasping the handle with her delicate hands, she opened the door, and stepped in. Humming a small tune she once learned form watching the "television", she walked towards the shower head, and was about ready to dip her head under the stream of water, when she took notice of another presence in the room, and turned to look at a male figure bathing not a few inches away from her.

Both stared at each other for a few moments, before trailing their gazes downward, as one. When the situation finally registered on their minds though, chaos erupted.

A redheaded young woman was currently walking in the direction of her commander's quarters. She was of medium stature, with an athletic, but nonetheless voluptuous body. She walked proudly and with purpose, commanding respect as various members of the Black Knights saluted or bowed to her as she passed. She was quite obviously an important member, when even Nagisa Chiba, one of the Shisei-Ken, nodded at her in acknowledgement as they crossed ways.

Kallen Kouzuki sighed in annoyance. That idiot Tamaki! Trying to coax Zero into going with his drunkard friends into a bar and get smashed…! Baka! Wasn't he supposed to have gone to the school?! At least know what all that booze would do to their leader's mind?! She had chewed him out because of that, making a public example out of him. And gave him a good, solid whack on the head for good measure… and for calling her a bitch. Hmph! Just because she had a temper…

Muttering in anger, she simply continued on her way, deftly ignoring the nervous glances some members sent her way, for her ire was all but palpable in the surrounding atmosphere. She was going to talk to ZERO, and she stressed Zero, because she still refused to see Lelouch and Zero as the same, just a bit. She was going to apologize to him, again, because Tamaki tried to pull off more of his shitty antics, again, and subsequently, threaten to put their organization's image in jeopardy, again.

With another huff, she reached the "Last Stretch", so to speak. A long hallway and a door was all that stood between her and Zero's room. Nodding towards the security men, she received a nod of acknowledgement. Giving them her ID, she watched as they discussed a few things, before confirming it. One handed her ID back to her, and another one entered a code in a panel next to him. Everything was in order. All that was left now was Zero's approval, and she would be allowed to pass. But just as the man informed Zero of her arrival…

"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

…A piercing scream rippled throughout the hallway, reaching into the room beyond it, and nearly giving heart attacks to every single Black Knight that heard it. But that was lost on Kallen. Kallen was, first and foremost, Zero's personal bodyguard, and head of Zero Squadron. The soldier in her reacted in an instant, demanding the security to open the doorway immediately. Obeying as is standard procedure in case something may happen to Zero, the door was opened, and a cloud of steam was released into the hallway, obscuring much from view. Black Knights could be heard forming up beyond the door behind Kallen. The guards mustered their weapons, but stopped at a raised hand from the red head.

Hoisting her handgun, she readied herself. She would find out what happened to Zero personally… But as she advanced into the blinding white, a stray thought passed through her mind; "Weird… That scream sounded like a girl's voice… And wasn't C.C. supposed to be in here with him?! What happened to the both of them?! Tch! I'll just have to find out myself…"Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! How the hell do you figure this would happen?! Fucking great! And just when he thought he could relax!

Releasing a shrill scream, C.C. dove for the cover of the mist, hiding her blushing body from her Master's range of sight. She left the area as quickly as she could, swiping a towel from the rack and covering herself as much as she could. Without even opening her eyes, she ran like hell, out of the bathroom and rushing straight into something soft, but firm, presumably another person, and crashing the both of them to the floor.

Only then did she take notice of the feeling of her lips pressed against something equally soft. And the rest of her body, as a matter of fact. Her right hand was pressing down on something… big. And soft. Her other hand, appeared to be between two, long things that seemed to be legs… It all strangely reminded her of…

With a sound that seemed to be between a grunt and a moan, the body beneath her threw her off roughly, and with a small pained yelp hers crashed to the ground. Fortunately, the person recognized her, and even though her face burned a red brighter than her own hair, the woman knelt next to her and helped her up, before forcing her to the bathroom as the woman howled something to the guardsmen stationed outside.

What embarrassment! She had completely forgotten to at least take a "robe" before dashing outside! And her Master saw her without any clothes on!

…

…And she saw him nude as well! The fact registered in her mind in half a second, and face a red so bright, it could have been described as incandescent, the green-haired woman fainted with a small, silly grin on her face, and a small trace of blood left her nose. Her body collapsed right in front of the Ace of the Black Knights.

Kallen stared, dumbfounded, at the usually stoic woman, and how the sight before her was wrong on so many levels. With a shudder, she tried to erase the image from her mind, before repeated cursing caught her attention. Turning back, and deftly ignoring C.C., she was treated to the sight of her unmasked leader scrambling to get out of the shower room and put on a robe at the same time. With a start, both froze and he turned to look at the red-haired woman. Ever so slowly, her gaze turned downwards, Lelouch's following hers, and both found themselves staring at Lelouch Jr. After minutes of silence, their gazes found each others once again, and with a small unintelligible noise, Kallen did as C.C. did.

The half-naked Lelouch could only stare in disbelief at the two females fainted on his bathroom floor, both with grins, and both leaving blood on the floor. At this, his left, lens-less eye began to twitch in annoyance. Oh great! Now he would have to further stress himself by having to scrub all of that blood from the floor!

"But first…" With that though, he looked at the bodies, and gave them the evil eye. He would have his revenge!

It was thus, that with an evil laugh, he quickly made a plan, and set off to do it, his approaching figure casting a growing shadow over the unconscious forms of Kallen and C.C.

A.N.: Well, this one's done. If I'm not miscalculating, this is ending in 1 or 2 more chapters. It's rather short, ne? That's because it was meant to be a oneshot at first. Oh well, I hope I did not go too over the top in OCCness. A cursing Lelouch is enough; a whole stream of the F-word? I think I overstepped my bounds or something. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it, read my other fic if you want a good first laugh then a sombering story, or review. Or don't do anything. Your call. Oh wellz, see you!