Color Blind in His Wildest Dreams

He was so confused. Not by the stated international affairs. That, actually, made perfect sense. Rivalz might have stopped posting about the Black Knights on the net after Narita. He was still subscribed to several undergrounds conspiracy theory bloggers. At one point he had one of his own, but that hobby kind of fell to the wayside with school, work, and club activities. There is also his promise to stop at the funeral of Shirley's dad.

Still, he couldn't help posting about his thoughts on the matter since Lelouch didn't want to talk about it. He, or rather she, had little to no interest in politics. His theory that the Black Knights involvement in the Chinese Federation being a ruse was met with the same level of attention as his love drama. She didn't care to comment on the notion that Britannia and the terrorists were working to create a one-world government from the beginning. Well, not the beginning; for a while.

"That's what it looks like doesn't it?" She said absently, gazing at the sidecar, with a bored expression.

Lelouch was in a bad mood. That much it was obvious. He could guess why even though he had no clue why she cross-dressed in the first place. She denied that it had anything to do with a gender identity disorder. Simply put, "it just seemed easier." That reasoning made even less sense than the nervousness he felt being alone with her. It was so confusing. Lelouch was his best friend, and Milly was the love of his life. The way Lelouch looked in that dress, borrowed from and requested to be worn by Shirley, in addition to lightly glossed lips was not withstanding.

"Sorry about having you follow me out here like this." She said it, removing her goggles and helmet. "Your concern is not needed though. We shouldn't be worried just because the Special Administration Zone is starting up."

"I agree with you on that." He smiled. "It's just you kind of go off and put your something sketchy situations. Not to sound sexist. I'm just kind of worried about…"

She wasn't listening. Lelouch was already standing with a crowd of people by the time Rivalz stop talking. Her eyes were trained on a nobleman beating a Japanese kid with a cane while he was spouting some shit about social hierarchy and submission. Her left eye twitched from physical and emotional irritation. She clenched her hand, maintaining an air that showed little of her inner conflict.

It was not so distinct from her trepidation in Kyoto. At that time she grappled with turning the blind eye for fear that she would use her geass prematurely. Her worries at this moment were based on allotment, a quota system. How many uses did she have left before it went haywire? That couldn't, wouldn't stop her. She already knew the answer to that problem. The personal matter, at least; knowing how many times she had left on her geass was impossible.

"There it is. That's the true nature of the Vicereine's 'benevolence.' Looking down from above. It makes you feel good doesn't it?" Lelouch sneered.

She gave the nobleman and the Eleven boy her typical vain attitude. Rivalz hopped off his bike and joined the gawkers. This was exactly what he was talking about. Lelouch sidestepped when the man's assistant went to put his arm on her, and Rivalz readied himself to act cool for once. Lelouch always filled that role, and he usually didn't mind. They shared a few curt words, and that was all. Maybe he was over-thinking things. His time to shine was over already.

"Hey where are you going?" The nobleman questioned, chasing after his employee. "What did you say to him?" The tall, auburn haired man turned back to Lelouch.

"Don't mistake borrowed power for your own ability!" Lelouch continued. "Garbage like you should just go die and..." She paused, wincing.

"Little girls like you learn -"

"Now, now!" Rivalz scolded, placing himself in between Lelouch and the pissed off guy. "You shouldn't talk like that to a lady." Lelouch gave the comment a slight glare. "You apologize too, Mister."

"Insolent whelp! Why should I?!"

"Get lost!" Rivalz said as the same time as Lelouch, except he couldn't manage her commanding aura. She managed to intimidate as a scrawny boy, and seeing her as fierce young woman was even more emphatic. "Ah... Lelouch..."

She turned away from him again. The boy had finished picking up the papers, and rushed over to her to say, "How amazing she was." Her hard eyes softened, and she nonchalantly mentioned that it "was nothing." Rivalz normally didn't even give Lelouch a second glance, despite being partners in crime for so long. He was used to the person acting rash, bold, and downright rude. It never caused him to bat an eye. It never gave him a goofy grin. Then again, no one ever mentioned how lucky he was "to have a girlfriend like that," before. Lelouch was busy signing whatever the kid wanted, and didn't bother to make a correction.

"Are you ready to get that shopping done? Or are you just going to stand there?" She asked, already walking into the building.

"Right next to you." He said, catching up to her.

Apparently he had a thing for pushy girls. It was a good thing that Lelouch hated politics and was a commoner, because in a fight between her and Princess Euphemia, Rivalz wasn't sure who would win. Sure, the Fourth Princess had this lovable, naïve, 'do whatever I want because I'm so cute,' personality. Lelouch could intimidate. She could likely get people to agree with whatever plan like some sort of dominatrix.

"You're acting strange." She said, keeping her eyes forward.

"Am I? I guess uh..." He looked away, not finishing that sentence.


"Are you sure you want to do this?" Xingke asked the next day.

At some point talking on the phone first thing in the morning had become a habit of theirs. Initially it was to confirm rebel-meeting times, since as an attendant and military commander his work schedule was sporadic. When did it just turn into conversation? Probably around the same time she started texting him about dinner plans in China. No wonder she ended up giving him the wrong impression, and he thought she was upset after coming back home.

She sighed, holding her coffee cup closer to her bound chest. The earpiece of the cellphone gave her the ability to wrap both hands around the warm mug. Leaning against the wall, she mumbled something incoherent. Even if they didn't talk in the morning, she would still think of him. Coffee was forever a reminder of their first encounter, and the impression she made. She glanced at the rest of her Zero costumed draped over the desk chair. Only the white under layer was put on.

"I would think you of all people would understand." She replied.

"Because Nunnally wants this. Just like how I would discard everything if the Tianzi requested me to do so."

"Something like that." She felt an ironic smile tug at her lips as she sipped on the beverage. The thing that brought them together was their devotion to different people. How quaint. "It's just... Maybe you were right."

"About what, specifically?"

"When we talked about politics, and you mentioned that a benevolent dictatorship is better than a government run by representatives of the ignorant masses. Not one politician voted to immobilize the Black Knights. I would have to break off, making the month spent in the Chinese Federation worthless, from a Japanese viewpoint. There was nothing gained. On the other hand, accepting Princess Euphemia's modified offer... You said that the Chairwoman and the Vicereine got along swimmingly."

"Indeed." He seemed like he wanted to say more. "Lulu..."

"I'm just musing." She paused, placing the mug on the desk. "About what you asked me the other day ago. I will have an answer for you once this is over."

"Understood."

She stayed that way for a while after Xingke hung up, staring at the costume. In a way Euphie was doing her a giant favor. She was trying to come up with a way to stay near Nunnally, and protect her little sister in a war zone, without giving up her identity. That wasn't an issue any longer. Her darker desires need not even be mentioned. Euphie made friends with the Tianzi, which meant that she was back to square one. Unless...

"Indecision is uncharacteristic of you." C.C. scolded. Lelouch glanced at the clock. They were late, not that it truly mattered. "You aren't going to respond?"

"And what would you like me to say?" Lelouch said, finally pulling on the rest of her outfit.

"It doesn't really make a difference to me either way. You clearly have a backup plan considering you placed a contingent around the perimeter, and have Deithard and Rakshada standing by."

Lelouch turned, relishing in the click her helmet made when it connected to the hooks at the nape of her neck. "I am equally fucked no matter what. I might as well make my deciding factor be Nunnally."

The witch said no more, turning out the door of the commander's quarters of the Longdan.

Worthless was a stretch, when referencing her time in the Chinese Federation. The amount of physical resources surely made a significant difference. Prior to that Rakshada was merely smuggling wares from India; the Black Knights were given as much as the researchers could get away with. The contributions of the Kyoto group could not compare. To top it off she didn't need parliamentary approval to stock up. She had more Knightmares than pilots, and a few military bases just in case.

There was no need to hide her sour mood from C.C. Lelouch sulked during the short flight to the stadium, listening to the radio from her cellphone in the cockpit of the Gawain. Her situation in no way resembled when Suzaku was announced to be Clovis's killer. The last time she listened to mainstream news, particularly this channel, was then. The reporter was the same. Lelouch recognized her voice. It was her imagination that made the tone just as uncaring and malice as that announcement not even a year ago:

"We are here at the stadium for the inaugural ceremony for the Specially Administered Zone of Japan. The stadium is already full of Elevens... I mean Japanese. Many Japanese who could not get inside are gathered outside."

"Lesley, do you really think that Zero will show up here?"

"I'm not sure, John. The pilot site for a new form of Britannian governing has the approval of the Homeland, and has eased tension with the newly formed government of the United Federate Nations. Under said countries' laws, the Black Knights are unable to declare war independently. In an international statement the council chairwoman, a young Jiang Lihua, said that they are 'eager to see what changes Princess Euphemia will bring,' and are postponing hostile actions to free Japan at this time."

"True, but can you really trust a terrorist to adhere to the law? We have had reports that the Japanese Faction of the military group have at least tripled their ammunition since the announcement."

"Yes. However, I would think that with the debt the Chinese Federation feels towards the CEO of the organization, Zero would have been able to request a veto, should that be a priority. The masked man did put himself in a subservient position, but politics are rarely taken at face value in democracy."

"Britannia will always be superior in that. Oh! Looks like you are right! We now have sighting of Zero!"

Lelouch turned off the station, and climbed out to the shoulder of the Gawain. Euphie rose from her chair, rushing to the edge of the stage. "Zero, Welcome to the Special Administration Zone!" Her excited features fell when Zero stayed in the same position, looking down at the arrangement of officials seated and the two empty chairs in the center. The form looked more depressed than powerful, especially when lowered to the ground. She shifted awkwardly, grabbing hold of a gloved hand. The security personnel panicked as the proximity. Euphie ignored them. "Zero. I'd like a word with you before we start."

"As you wish, Princess." Zero said, turning towards the direction of the G-1.

"I'm not sure if it's a good idea for you to be alone with that person, Princess." Suzaku said, moving to block Zero's path. "As your knight, I request to be present while you speak."

"Now Kururugi, that would just make things more complicated." Euphie said, acting strangely formal.

Zero startled when Suzaku moved past the guards with metal detectors, not trusting the instruments. He felt a strange sense of foreboding, and longing, patting down the lean form for concealed untraceable weapons. It was a familiar sensation; one he only felt with Lulu. His hands lingered, feeling a small bulge in the suit pocket.

"I assure you that is nothing dangerous." Zero said. Her hand twitched when he pulled out a small white knight chess piece. He examined the polished ivory, about to give it back when he noticed something upsetting on the bottom. Written in sloppy chicken scratch characters that seemed familiar were the initials K.S. with a heart around them. "Kururugi Suzaku, I ask that you not be so intrusive with my personal effects. Do you have no respect for privacy?"

"Oh... Uh... Right..." Suzaku stammered, placing the piece in the palm of that gloved hand. "Zero is cleared."

"Then this way, please." Euphie gestured, a sad smile on her face. She remained silent as Zero followed her into the command center. "I'd like to speak with you."

Lelouch turned off all the security cameras, microphones, and whatever else when she flipped the red switch in the control board. I don't need your pity. The room was engulfed in darkness, with only the emergency lights shedding light. Euphie commented that she was "taking a lot of care." She had no idea. Lelouch sighed, and removed her mask. The mesh was pushed down, under her chin.

"I've been in hiding for a long time. Due to a certain Empire, I'm afraid. If my identity were revealed your plans would fall apart."

"My plans?" Euphie asked, tilting her head. "Lelouch... I… Are you ok?"

Lelouch winced in pain, dropping to the floor. She held one hand over her eye with the other barely supporting her weight. "Stop it! Don't touch me!" She snarled. Heart beating loudly and erratically in trepidation; a chill racked her body. She shivered uncontrollably. Cold sweat ran down her chin, dripping onto the floor. It was a disparity to her left orb, which burned. It burned worse than the day she first received geass.

"Lelouch?" Euphie asked again, clearly worried. "Big Sister. Are you really this upset about how things turned out?" She watched Lelouch stand up, looking frailer than ever.

"No."

"Because I wanted to tell you before the ceremony…. I… uh… I broke up with Suzaku." She looked down at her hands. "I was selfish and childish. I was taking everything from you and I didn't even notice. Not that he's someone's property… but… ah… chicks before dicks, right?"

"You shouldn't talk like that, Euphie." Lelouch scolded despite her own colorful language.

"Always treating me like the little sister, I see. I hope you aren't going along with this because of that... because I'm forcing you."

"No." Lelouch said with a cruel laugh. "There's nothing you could make me do. On the contrary, it is you who would be completely powerless to me if I so chose it. I force you do anything I wanted. Even something completely absurd, and horrible. Like killing all the Japanese. It wouldn't matter how you felt about it." She was morbid to find such a situation humorous. "But don't worry, what I have in mind is much less..." She paused, watching that pink haired head shake vigorously. "Euphie?"

"No! No! No!" Euphie chanted, wrapping her arms around her body protectively. She dropped to the floor, ball gown skirt puffing up to her waist. "Don't make me do it, please. I don't want to do it! Oh, God, please." Lelouch watched in horror as the reality of what happened sunk in. Euphie continued to pray, not like it mattered.

Geass was absolute.

"Euphie!" Lelouch crouched down, shaking her half-sister's shoulders. "Euphie. Forget that order. Ok? Just forget that order. Please." She attempted to intentionally activate her geass, though that too was of no avail.

It was too soon. There was no way. She knew it was coming; she was becoming like Mao. Her eye itched for weeks. It was foolish to assume that it would only become permanent during a conscious order. At no point did she suspect it would happen during casual conversation.

"You're right. I need to kill all the Japanese."

The red rings around Euphie's indigo irises stopped flickering.


C.C. tapped her fingers against the controls impatiently. Immortality did not make her any more vitreous, especially not with that one. Lelouch said they wouldn't be there long. Whether that meant the ceremony wasn't supposed going to take all day, or she had another plan, was not disclosed. The only thing that mattered was that there wasn't any going to be pizza during the after party. Fancy finger foods could not compare; Lelouch better leave early.

She felt a quiver in the fabric that separated the two worlds. Her appearance did not adequately show how stunned she was that that boy Lelouch obsessed over was able to see her. She glanced out the window, watching him react to some sudden realization. Was it because of their indirect contact and what happened on Kamine Island? The former wasn't too unfeasible. The latter however would mean something much more ... But that would mean that Charles and V.V. ... There was no way they could have known. She didn't know. The real reason why Lelouch was sent to Japan in the first place was so they could meet. Such a thing couldn't have been a coincidence.

Suzaku watched as the lime green haired woman left the Knightmare, and walked down the red carpet towards him. Everyone else was ignoring her; to anybody else she was invisible. That explained why she didn't show up on the security feed at Narita. She really was there with Zero. He grimaced, feeling something about to burst.

"Just tell me one thing!" C.C. stopping a ways distance from the teenage knight. "Are you..."

She dropped down to the ground before finishing that question. Her white-gloved hand pressed up against her left eye. The signal on her forehead glowed. She could feel it. The contract between her and Lelouch had reached the next stage. They both knew it was coming, but why now?

"No. You can't touch me." She warned, attempting to flee from the concerned emerald eyes. "If you do the. You too will be..."

It was too late. Suzaku reached for the woman, asking, "what's wrong," before he left. It was worse than at Kamine Island. He felt himself enter his mind, nerves firing off. Being visualized as blue electrical charges. In black and white there was an image of two orbs spinning, a similar crevice on each. Light travelled between them. The rest seemed familiar: a cult of young children, decorated with beads, and red paint, matching the winged 'V' on their foreheads. An orange planet, but thankfully he didn't float in space this time. It wasn't like Narita.

He landed in the White World with an "oof," a pile of pristine, perfect white feathers breaking his fall. Suzaku's eyes widened when he looked over and saw himself. No it wasn't him. The other version gave a sad smile, watching as he was thrust into memories. It was dream world within a dream world. How very much like Inception. They shared them except the current Suzaku wasn't the same. Not really.

"Suzaku." Lulu mumbled, snuggling deeper into his embrace.

They were almost the same size. Lelouch was only 54kg. He was 60kg. The height difference was only a couple centimeters too. Somehow that didn't deter Lulu from perfectly placing herself in his arms. There was no place in the world as pleasant as her bedroom, or no sight as stunning as her drowsy, relaxed features. He brushed a portion of her short, boyish bangs away from her forehead, kissing the corner of her eyelid.

"We are already in trouble for attendance. We aren't napping here." He scolded. His body language didn't match. Suzaku pulled her closer, trailing his lips down her face, neck, and exposed shoulder. She giggled, a sound only he knew, when he reached the strangely sensitive, or rather, ticklish part between her shoulder blades. He licked it, sending spasms through her half asleep body.

"Stop." She laughed, weakly struggling against his hold. "I surrender. I surrender."

"You give up too easily." He pouted, giving the area a light nip, before pushing up to his elbows. "Someone like you should put up more of a fight?"

"Like me?" Lulu inquired, turning over to look at him. Her eyes flashed with an unreadable emotion before it was replaced. The person she portrayed herself to be was becoming more divergent. Maybe he was just starting to notice the subtle changes, when she felt she had to put on a show, or be stoic. She was doing that at this moment; holding back for fear of... Something. "I don't want to fight you, Suzaku. There is enough of that already. I just want to enjoy every moment I can with you while it lasts."

Her eyes sparkled, and not in a good way. "Lulu," he murmured, lightly head butting her. He stared into those deep lavender irises, distorted due to the minimal distance. She looked like a Cyclops, a beautiful, angelic, genius of a cyclops. "I'll always be with you. No matter what. Nothing you do can change how much I love you. I love you more than anything. For seven years, I've loved you."

"Suzaku. I - " she stuttered uncharacteristically. Then again, this was a side of her that only he saw. With everyone else she was the epitome of balance. "I love you too."

Another scene.

Memories flooded into his mind at an impossible rate. He pulled at his hair; head feeling like it was going to explode with information. No matter how hard he tried to move, he felt trapped. Held down by some force.

"I think I'm going to hack into the Britannian citizen database, and then ask Reuben to change around all my school papers." She said, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"Huh? What for?"

"Well after finding out that the person who was after Nunnally and I all these years had no ill intentions, to say the least, there isn't much reason for me to pretend to be a boy, is there? Excuses will have to be made. Something simple like prolonged penis envy works." She laughed. "I can say you were my knight in shining armor, whisking me away into a girly wonderland. It will make things easier for us."

"You don't have to for me."

Suzaku moved away from where they were cuddling. Their dates were usually kept in the clubhouse after hours, or in secluded area, away from the settlement. He shouldn't

be so selfish. He didn't deserve Lulu at all, let alone have the right to ask her to do something so silly. Still, seeing her like that, dressed in a whimsical white dress, standing on the pier with the sunset in the background, was exclusively for him. She blushed under his scrutiny, still unused to being the center of romantic attention. Her red lips and rosy cheeks were something only he knew.

"Oh?"

"If it's a bother then I don't mind being seen as gay with you. Actually it's sorta hot."

She snorted, tugging at his arm, pulling him in for a kiss.

The other version watched as he struggled to stand, feathers swirling from the sudden movement. He hissed, a feral sound, warning that one, still dressed in the same clothes as the day he disappeared, not to come closer. That's right. The other version was forced out, arguably killed, by the woman who claimed to love him. He was forced to live here, in the white world, for months without a way out because of her cruelty. There would be no way out unless the two types of Suzaku merged. Each time they came in contact a little more was gained, or lost, depending on the perspective. He was still trapped.

"Suzaku-kun!" She yelled, running as fast as she could.

It was still stupidly slow. He might be an idiot, compared to her, that is, but he could beat her in any outdoor game. "Wait! I can't!" She huffed in Japanese, stopping to catch her breath. Her face was red, and her long black hair was sticky with sweat. She pulled out a ribbon, and tied it up high on her head. Like that would make a difference.

"Why don't you just go play with dolls or something if you can't keep up."

She scrunched her nose. " I don't like dolls. Those are for little kids anyway."

"And what are you, big?" He laughed. She was pint sized for her age. When he saw their clothes hanging out on the line, he couldn't tell the difference between Nunnally's or Lelouch's. They probably wore the same size even though she was three years older. "You're nothing but a little girl. And a Brit too. That makes you even grosser."

"Aren't you too old to be playing cootie games? Now help me up."

He sighed, and bent down. Lelouch was light enough that helping her up over the steep hill covered in sunflowers required little effort. She stuck out her tongue once they were on level ground, clearly satisfied with herself. It didn't take much to convince him to do things. As much as Suzaku liked to tease her, the action was simple childish flirting. He was already madly in love, using any excuse to tease, berate, or anything that came to mind, to show it.

The memories were random, and started coming in fragments. Bits and pieces: a hair bow he thought was pretty, and yet still told her was ugly, his backhanded compliments about how good she was at video games, Nunnally's laugh when he threw a tantrum when Lulu bested him at a board game. The more fragmented, the darker the shade. The rose colored glasses that Suzaku saw Lelouch through were heavy. Suzaku reached for one of the feathers tinted differently than the rest. They were black, and broken looking, standing out against the white, unblemished. It was a flight variation instead of semiplume.

"You said it was our job to keep them safe!" Suzaku yelled hands shaking with fear and temporary hated. He loved his father. He was a good man. His father would never do any of the things that were suggested. "You said it is the job of the Prime Minister to protect the people!"

"And that is what I am doing!" His father's voice boomed back, catching Suzaku by surprise. The hard lines of tan face were harsher in a deep frown. He stood tall, taller than ever when scolding. "You are still a child, my son. This was not an adult conversation you were ready to hear. Go and play with those children like you have been."

"And what?! Tell them that you plan to kill them if Britannia won't back down?! He won't care! The Emperor abandoned them! He won't care!"

"Kirihara. Have the military ready, and issue a statement of all out resistance. If this is how they want to play, so be it."

His father was ignoring him. Suzaku was told to go play with Lulu and Nunnally like nothing was happening. All the while his father was saying those words. Play. Like it's all one big game. One of those strategy games that Lulu loved so much that he was coerced to learn at least one. This wasn't chess. These were people's lives.

"You can't do that! He yelled, slamming his tiny fists into his father's torso. Genbu merely swat him aside. All his training with Tohdou wouldn't change his own weakness. "There has to be a way. There has to be a way nobody has to die!"

"SUZAKU!" His father yelled mightier than before.

The hard push sent him back, falling into an end table placed against the sidewall. That's how far his father threw him. The blue and white vases on top wobbled, and fell. Suzaku curled up into the fetal position, putting his hands over his head. He kept his eyes closed even after the loud "crash," sounded right next to him. His toes stung where small pieces lashed out at him. There had to be some way to make everything stop.

His answer stared back at him through the glossy reflection of the porcelain. Toudoh's ken, a short ceremonial sword, hung on the wall. It was small enough that even Suzaku could handle it, being made of the best, lightest steel, despite not ever seeing use. Killing his father was the answer. It would end the war, and no Japanese people would have to die. More importantly, Lulu wouldn't have to die. He loved his father, but that didn't stand up to the millions of lives of weak people he swore to protect. He didn't stand a chance against Lulu and Nunnally, the weakest of them all.

"Suzaku stop!" Kirihara exclaimed when he reached for the knife. The old man was too slow.

The victim was slower, seeing as his back was turned. His father turned, and pushed him again. They struggled. The lense Suzaku viewed the vision through got darker and darker. His adrenaline was rushing so fast that everything, even the ken, felt light. His father, towering over him, appeared to be a negative photo. His pupils were white, and the rest of him was varying shades of brown and black. The only thing that seemed normal was the blood. It was the most vibrant red he'd ever seen, His father's blood was hot and sticky on his hands and Suzaku thought he was going to be sick. He backed away, looking at the scene in horror. The knife stuck out from his father's torso and bright red blood seeped out of the wound.

He didn't want to stay to see what would happen next.

The scene changed. No. That wasn't right. He was still reliving the same memory. The difference was him. His heart punted so loud nothing else existed. The sound of the wind, the rushing water from the creek that he rinsed his hands off in, and the crunching of sticks as he ran to the guesthouse were silent. The world was seen through a panic induced haze, complete with a feeling of drowning. That might have something to do with tears blurring his vision.

"Suzaku, what's -" Lulu asked moving away from where she was making lunch. Curry. She was making his favorite. "Suzaku?" She asked again, this time sounding afraid when he grabbed onto her thin arms with his murderous hands.

"We have to get out of here. Now. Get Nunnally. I will grab some supplies. Please, Lulu. Don't ask. Just trust me."

"I trust you." She mumbled, and stepped down from the stool she used to reach the top cabinets. She went over to Nunally, saying some story about going on an adventure and a fun game.

It was all fun and games to them.


A/N: The name of this chapter is more a tease for the next. I see Suzaku's state of mind being something like the song "Colorblind," by Counting Crows. When I first got the Taylor Swift CD last year the lyrics of "Wildest Dreams" struck out at me for a memory of Suzaku and Lelouch, particularly pertaining to when he goes through them again. Hopefully song titles aren't annoying. I know I always like them because it gives me an extra idea of the mood of the chapter/book. Stupid Kristen Britain keeps teasing me by posting about "Mad World," being the theme song for her next book... That probably won't come out for another 2 years :( :(

Since Tsubasa Chronicles and CG are both CLAMP, I'm totally stealing the memory thing from then… except, sadly, no special powers. We do see feathers in almost all the "Kamine Island like" scenes though.

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