Code Geass

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Eleicae Geass

Four

POV: Zera

"H-Hey!" I hold up my hands. "I'm Z-Zera! I was looking for you to ask why Lelouch has a GEASS!"

She huffs. "You have one to, don't you?"

I shrug. "They call it an 'Eleicae Geass'…I was born with it."

C2 nods and puts the gun into a black hoslter on her right hip. Air I was apparently holding in is released. "How old?"

"S-seventeen?" I raise a brow with question.

"Well, nice to meet you," she nonchalantly walks upstairs.

I gap. "Bitch is insane," Overload laughs.

"You're type of people," Alexandria giggles.

"Zera?"

I freeze and turn to Shirley. "Wh-what?" I laugh nervously.

She blinks, raising a cautious brow. "I was just going to ask you why you're ditching lunch."

My stomach rumbles at the mere mention of 'lunch'. "Oh, uh…" I scratch my head. "I'm not0"

"Hey, there you are," Lelouch walks in. "I thought you said you'd have lunch with me."

Huh? "O-oh yeah!" I wave to Shirley. "Bye Shirley!"

Help me. Help me. I did not say I would! I sigh. I'm Japanese in a Brittannian school. I'm being helped by Brittannians. My Japanese pride is falling to a new low. "Hey," Lelouch calls my attention.

"Hm?"

He looks me directly in the eye and the left eye turns red, the symbol visible. "You will answer everything I ask."

It pulsates, but Overload laughs. "You can't use Geass on us!" she wipes tears from her red eyes. "We're Eleicae!"

The symbol and redness fade into the violet. "We?" he raises a brow.

Ocean irises cloud over the red ones. "Oh, Zera has two split personalities along with her self-consciousness. Overload, the 'red' personality and me, Alexandria, the 'ocean' personality."

I slap myself. "Alexandria!" I hiss.

What? She asks.

"He's Brittannian!" I remind.

So? You can't let hatred cloud you're mind like Overload.

"Who said that's hatred?" Overload laughs.

I slap myself once more. "Guys!" I whine.

Sorry, they both answer.

I sigh and face Lelouch, staring at me oddly. "Okay!" I groan. "I have three personalities! Me, Overload, and Alexandria, happy?"

He shakes his head and pushes me against a tree, cornering me. Hands next to my head, he glares/stares into my eyes. "What's an Eleicae?"

"Who," Overload snaps, "and Eleicae are people with a Geass they're born with! It's a system of black electricity tubes inside the body."

"We can only drain," I sigh.

He nods and removes his hands from the tree bark. I shut my eyes and smile. "Can we try something?" Alexandria wonders.

"What?" he demands.

I put a hand over his heart and a heart line appears behind my eyelids (who knew you could do this with electricity?). It's calm and steady, but gradually rises with surprise and question. "Relax," I huff, "I'm just reading your heart-rate through my Eleicae Geass."

It steadies and I open my eyes to his calm face. Removing my hands, I resume walking to the lunch area. Unfortunately, lunch is over and I'm still starving. Classes afterward are often interrupted by my stomach, so I casually shrink until, at the end of class, I can be found under the desk. So when it's dark, Lelouch leads me back to the room I woke up in. "So are you staying?" he asks, tossing me some clothes.

"I-I guess," I huff. "I don't have anywhere else."

"Why's that 084?" he snaps.

You have to admit, it's not that hard to figure out. "It's Zera," I hiss.

"You don't remember anything, so of course it's fake!"

Eh? Oh whatever! Just 'F' him! "What about you?" I turn, eyes now red.

Overload spits out, "I doubt you're real! So keep out of someone else's LIFE!"

"Lelouch," someone calls from downstairs, "who's up there with you?"

"A friend, Nunnally," he calls back.

Overload scoffs. "A friend my a-"

He covers my mouth. "Look, just forget this conversation."

I roll my eyes and bite his hand. He roars and I walk out with a face of scorn. A door slides open to a dining room, a girl with lon, blonde hair and shut eyes sitting in a wheelchair. She turns to me with the sound of the door. "Lelouch?" she asks.

"No," I sigh. "I'm Zera."

"Remember, Number 084 doesn't remember a thing before she turned eleven," a news anchor 'informs' on a television.

"Hello, I'm Nunnally!" she smiles. "Do you think 084 is being treated unfairly/ I think so because she seems really scared if she ran."

I smile sweetly, on my own accord. "Well…"

Lelouch enters with a bandaged hand. He glares at me. "Hello Nunnally," he sighs, sitting down.

"Hello Lelouch!" she giggles. "Isn't Zera nice?"

"I wouldn't say that," he huffs. "Are you going to sit, Zera?"

I stick out my tongue and sit, staring at a plate with chicken and rice. Alexandria comes to the surface. "Thank you," she bows her head, "Lelouch and Nunnally."

Lelouch blinks at me and sighs. "You're welcome," both siblings respond.

I pick up the fork and knife and eat gingerly. During my absent-minded eating, I wonder why they mentioned my admesia twice. It says nothing other than the act that I don't know who I am by birth. I only know my birthday because those damn Brittannian scientists got their filthy hands on several important documents. They kept everything else other than my race hidden from me. I feel pain in my hand and gaze down to my left hand to see a fork in it.

"Oh wonderful," Overload rolls her eyes, "I'm having myself for dinner."

"What do you mean?" Nunnally wonders.

I want to tell her to just open her eyes, but it's quite obvious she's blind. "I have a fork in my hand," I decode.

"That looks painful," Lelouch stands. "Come on."

I follow him into a bathroom where he removes the fork and rinses the four extremely painful puncture marks. "Hey Lelouch," I address.

"Yes Zera?" he sighs.

I smile weakly. "Do you know who Zera is"

He stops and stares at me from the corner of his eyes, the water left running. "He's the leader of the black Knights. He fights for justice and to destroy Brittannia."

I stare at the water. So he fights for the Japanese. "Have you met him?"

"You know, for a girl who wants privacy, you sure ask a lot of questions," he glares full-on.

I blush with shame. I'm such a hypocrite! Despite my attempts to be strong and mature, I'm just a scared teen! "Sorry," I mumble.

He smiles and twists the water knob off, dabbing a towel to my wound. "How about we have a little system?" he chuckles. "Every time you ask a question, I ask one, and visa-versa." I nod and he digs through a cabinet for bandages. "No, I have not met Zero, but I support his intentions." He looks up at me. "Do you?"

I stare at the ceiling. "Yes, but seeing I am who I am, a lucky teen who's actually scared of Death, I wouldn't get caught up with it."

He stands and wraps the bandages around my left hand. "Why though?"

"Because who wants to die?" I snap in disbelief. "Do you want to when you have friends and a sister?"

He freezes. "…No."

"Exactly," I huff.

So we return to dinner, finish up the food, and go to bed. I don't sleep for a while since I'm trying to determine whether or not this 'Zero' is good or bad.

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