A/N:Time for the new chapter. I do not own Code Geass or Detective Conan. I love how twisted Shinichi is becoming psychologically, as a result of these nightmares. I will also introduce a phobia Shinichi will have that carries over from his life as Lelouch...I just have to think of it...hmm...

Chapter 7 Confusing what is real and what is not

Ran stared at me with worry present in her eyes as she applied the gauze on over my left eye, which hadn't stopped bleeding ever since I had woken up after the fainting spell. I frowned and scratched at it for a moment...

"Shinichi, don't touch your eye! It needs to finish healing!" Ran scolded me gently before she sent a different look my way. "You know, I wish you wouldn't fight all on your own, Shinichi. Why can't you let me help you so you're never alone?"

It almost sounded like she was a different person. I stared at her in confusion. "R-Ran? What's wrong?" I asked, staring at her through my right eye. It was irritating to only be able to see with one eye, but I had no choice now. Ran turned to face me, her blue eyes full of sadness.

"I don't know why, Lulu, but I want to be by your side and-"

"Ran, snap out of it!" I cried before shaking her. She seemed to snap out of her dazed spell then, and she smiled at me.

"What did I say just now?" She asked in confusion.

I blinked for a few moments, and then turned to face her. "N-Nothing, Ran. You said absolutely nothing at all."

Ran just smiled then. What was wrong with my friend? "Shinichi, you had a nightmare and passed out. Are you sure you're not insane?" She said in concern.

I looked down at the ground then. "I'm not sure of anything anymore, Ran. Am I honestly...am I honestly losing my mind?"

Ran just looked at me and then she shook her head. "Shinichi, lately you haven't been acting like yourself and it's worrying me greatly. It's not like you to pass out and have violent daymares while awake. Do you think it's due to all the murders you see?"

I shook my head. I didn't know how to explain it to her, but somehow these bizarre and disturbing dreams felt more like...memories. The odd thing was that it felt like there was something else or someone else in my body besides me...controlling it, maneuvering it...

"Shinichi?" Ran questioned.

"...Ran, what if I really am losing my mind? This has never happened to me before."

Yes, it has. You don't remember anything...but the memories are coming back to you, they WILL come back and you WILL remember the things you so wish to rend to shreds.

Who the hell are you? Stay out of my mind.

The voice chuckled deeply. Then an insane laugh tore its way through my mind and suddenly my eye started to burn even more.

"Shinichi, your eye's bleeding even worse than before!" She cried in concern.

"What's happening to me?" I stammered, in complete and utter shock. I had no clue what the hell was going on with me, but whatever was going on with me was utterly terrifying. I had no idea what was happening, but it was scary.

"Shinichi, let's take you to the hospital!"

I barely remembered the events of that day-probably due to the drugs they put me under while they tried to figure out what was wrong with my eye. Much to my disbelief, they couldn't find anything wrong with it, as the bleeding had already ended by the time the doctors got a good look at it, so it seemed as if it had never bled to begin with.

I was ordered to be more careful with my eye from now on, and instructed not to scratch at the gauze for a few more days until they were sure the bleeding wouldn't recur. Of course, it didn't happen again, and I was glad.

That wasn't the end of my trouble, though. My troubles were just beginning...first, a certain magician showed up at my school, and annoyed the crap out of me, asking if I was all right. Second, Dr. Agasa also seemed to be oddly inquisitive about my nightmares, much to my embarrassment. Seriously, couldn't they leave me alone about this issue?

If they all knew that it troubled me so much, couldn't they just leave me alone about it? I was sick of people looking at me in pity or trying to help me with something I could deal with myself. So I just stopped talking to people about my dreams.

Ran grew concerned about me, but I refused to talk to her about my dreams anymore, and decided to shove them aside and deal with my normal life. I wanted to resume my daily life.

Unfortunately for me, my mind seemed to disagree with that sentiment. The dreams took their toll on me mentally and emotionally...until the day when I finally couldn't take it anymore.

That was also the day I recalled one of my worst memories from my childhood. From an early age, I had been a precocious, if not distant, child. I never really showed that much emotion and always preferred books to interacting with others. The fact that I was also quite intelligent probably didn't sit so well with other children my age.

So when I tried to interact with other kids my age, they just dismissed me or mocked me for trying to interact with inferiors. They mistook my introversion for arrogance and started to bully me a lot in school. Mostly I ignored them, but there was a day when the bullying grew much worse, and that was when I first saw one of these bizarre memories.

I sat in school, bored as I listened to the teacher lecture us on a subject we'd been through a dozen times before. I flipped through the pages of a mystery book in boredom, my blue eyes scanning over every inch of the text, as if seeking answers for something.

"...And the Holocaust was a horrible event in which a large group of people were murdered at once. It was quite a tragic event, children. Can you imagine-women, men, and children around your age, all being lined up and shot in the head? Their screams of pain and the gunshots being fired? It must have been a horrifying scene to witness...someone who witnesses something like that...will never get over the scars and probably relive it in their minds-"

'Something about that feels familiar. When I think of...women being shot...I somehow feel like I've seen that before...'

My head started to spin then as a sudden burst of pain went through it. 'What's happening?' I asked myself as I raised my hand to my forehead, but when I lowered my hand from my forehead, I blinked as I realized that it was soaked with blood. 'What the hell?'

At that moment, I apparently started to get caught up in this vividly real daymare and talk to myself. I passed out then and the kids taunted me afterwards, saying that I was talking in my sleep. It sure didn't feel like a dream to me.

Dream:

I frowned as I walked in the mist. I couldn't find anyone-anywhere. My classroom had vanished. Where the heck was I? "Is anyone here?" I called. I heard footsteps behind me and turned in time to see a figure stagger out of the mist, covered in blood.

He was bleeding from head to toe. "Please...you must help me. She just started killing people...save us, Zero, save us." He extended a bloody arm out to me.

"Zero? Who the heck is that? That's not me..." I protested in confusion, but the man shook his head.

"You are Zero." He said, and then he fell dead at my feet. A sudden stench entered my nose as I continued walking. It smelled like rotting meat. My eyes widened as I ran across a grisly scene that could have jumped off the set of a movie.

People lay dead everywhere...men, women, children...all of them were dead. Some were missing hands, legs...others were still alive, groaning and writhing in pain. Suddenly, some of the corpses rose up and grabbed my legs.

"It's your fault, you know...you're the one who killed us."

I stared at them in confusion. "Who the hell are you guys?"

"We're the ones who believed in you, Zero. Yet you made her kill us. You made her do this. You are a wretched existence." The arms started to pull me down.

"N-No, you're wrong...you're all wrong...I would never kill anyone..." I trailed off, and then noticed how red my hands were with blood. Blood from the people I had killed...this was all my fault...all of it...was caused by me.

"That's wrong...that's wrong!" I cried, tears escaping from my eyes. I gazed at all the blood around me and vomited.

When I came to, I was in the nurse's office and she was staring at me with concerned eyes.

"The teacher said you were talking to yourself and passed out after vomiting. I think you should go home."

I nodded my head reluctantly. The next day, everyone picked on me and called me a schizophrenic freak. Now everyone called me a crazy murderer.

I sat in my bedroom, slowly unwrapping the gauze from my left eye as I stared into my bedroom mirror. When I unraveled the bandage, I smiled. My eye was just as it should be, blue, not blood-red.

For a second, I saw a flash of crimson, and then it was gone. I heard the phone ring then and checked the number. It was...Kaito again.

"What do you want?" I said in irritation.

"Are you doing all right, buddy?"

"No..." I whispered softly. "Help me figure out what's going on."