Code Two: A Mind Beyond Any Other

Author's Note: Sorry for the year delay! School started to murder me and sadly my laptop practically died due to a virus and a burnt hard drive, but I am planning to pick up the series again and so I may actually start updating more often now. I was forced to neglect this story because I was writing non-fan fiction stories on my spare time because I loved the idea. Again, I am sorry and I am happy I could continue doing this story. So please Read and Review!

When I opened my eyes, I was absorbed into the white abyss of my mind for it constantly echoed all my memories and thoughts. The room seemed never ending for one could venture for all eternity into its depths and never find the walls that cage in its victims. Only I could easily navigate in this realm for it is a world created and controlled by me, Amelia. No one is allowed to enter my domain but only those who currently reside within its blank space.

In my sight were only a few pieces of furniture: the colorless bed in which I lay, the porcelain seat that I watched, and a small table whose angelic carved legs supported the various books on its top. Although simple, these pieces of furniture comforted me as if I was wrapped in a warm embrace.

I raised my hand to my chest to feel a heartbeat but…

There was nothing.

Then again what monster would have a beating heart?

Only here in the caverns of my mind I am able to find peace from reality. I am able to create a world that resembled my own image and nothing else therefore I am satisfied until I decide to destroy and recreate it. Only those who have permission are allowed to enter through the Door of Judgment thus gaining entrance into my mind and all its secrets.

I sighed as I raised my hand towards the white sky. I snapped my fingers and in a flash a butterfly appeared and danced before me. Its wings, glowing under heaven's light, flittered about restlessly, trying to find an escape. Its frantic aura filled the room as it excreted its sweet aroma unto me.

"I am sorry," I whispered, my eyes starting to blur. "You cannot escape this world, my little butterfly. You are trapped in this cage just like me." I continued to watch it beat into the white abyss, its mind clouded by insanity. It was exposed to my possible insanity, the insanity of the mind, soul, and body. Soon it would exsanguinate its body of all memories and life as its blood taints the pure flooring of my mind, slowly penetrating the integrity of my heart.

Just as quickly as it appeared it vanished into the thin air of my desires. In a way I felt alone in this world where no one could hear my voice.

"Amelia, my child, what has you so confused?"

I pushed myself onto my elbows and peered at the woman who has taken her place in the only seat provided in this portion of my mind. Her atramentous hair cascaded past her shoulders, framing her hidden facial features. The white wide brim of her hat covered her entire face except for her luscious, pink lips that shined under the heavenly beams. Her porcelain skin shone from under the white gown that dressed her as an angel sent by the gods and whose mere presence drew those around her.

"I hate being trapped and constricted by such a corrupt world ruled by only greed and lust," I simply answered.

"Then what will be your solution?"

I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest. My arms wrapped around my scrawny legs, a smirk plastered on my face. The various solutions swept past me and each scenario showed crimson liquid spilling unto a world of oceans and trees. Screams echoed from each scene and looks of terror vibrated the white abyss. In the flashing scenes of violence all innocence dissipated from view. The white abyss was replaced by these images of horror showing the woman my thoughts.

"These images are my solution."

She laughed. "Your ignorance amazes even I," she said mockingly. "You think by spilling blood you would bring about light unto this hell?" She shook her head and took a book from the small reading table placed next to her seat. "Throughout the history of our planet humans were never always just and righteous but you are able to establish peace through fear and might. Compassion is a virtue that is hardly accessed in our modern society. In humans love is fleeting but hatred will always reside in the heart. Since presence of love only lasts for a sheer moment, hate is able to crush the hearts of many. Thus love often leads to loathing and such passionate emotion could drag the affected into sorrow. " She opened the nameless book and flipped its thin pages.

"What if I wish to banish hate from this world?" I asked her.

"Then you must establish so much hate to the point where love is the only solution," she answered earnestly. "Once people realize how hate would lead to their ultimate demise, compassion and love would conquer all, but at the price of a massive amount of blood sacrifice. Therefore it is practically inhumane and impossible."

In this world is it possible to only love?

I closed my eyes and sighed. "One day I will make this world a warmer place where everyone would smile and where suffering would disappear. I wish to take the sins of those around me unto me so maybe I could experience salvation in the depths of hell, burning away all hate."

The woman slammed the book shut and smiled. "You are not a celestial being, my dear. Only the gods and their angels are able to create such a world."

I smirked at her comment. "Then shall I become a god?"

"Then I will tell you a story of a young maiden and…"

"Amelia…"

I groaned at the sound that tried to force me from my slumber. I was never a morning person.

"Amelia, WAKE UP!" screamed the demon and then followed a small thump to the side of my head. "It's not time for you to sleep!"

My eyes opened with a jolt and I sat up quickly, trying to regain my composure. The sunlight blinded me for a moment as my vision was only use to the darkness of my dreams. My head started to pulsate at the wounded site for just a moment, slowly disappearing as my body numbed the injury. I closed my eyes for a moment and sighed.

"Milly, was it necessary to hit me with the spine of a book?" I asked the Student Council President, Milly Ashford, the annoyance evident in my voice.

The soft rustle of fabric sounded next to me as Milly sat herself down on the conference table in front of me. "Well, you were neglecting your duties as a member of the Student Council!" she argued, the closed book of pain resting on her lap. "I think living with Lelouch has corrupted our innocent Amelia."

Lelouch laughed at the President's words. "Pres, I think you got it all wrong," he said to her, a smirk imprinted on his face. "Amelia is naturally a wild child without any boundaries."

I raised an eyebrow to my sweet Lelouch. "I am not quite fond of hypocrites, Lamperouge," I hissed at the man who I saw to have more feminine qualities a normal man—I mean boy—is allowed to have. "You are constantly skipping class to go gambling with those conceited, useless nobles who squander money as if they are littering the ground with their worthless trash." I crossed my arms over my chests and sighed.

"Still, Amelia, you shouldn't be running off during the night," scolded Milly, who waved the book in my face, nearly smashing in my nose. "It is not considered lady-like if you continue to roam freely around the settlement, gambling with old farts."

I flashed a silly grin at Milly. "I do not promise anything."

Lelouch pushed another stack of papers towards me. "Here is the rest of your workload," he simply said, eyes shining with mischief.

My eyes grew wide at the monstrous sight of the looming stack of papers. Its shadow consumed me and swallowed me whole. I gulped in fear before glaring at Lelouch. "I am not even done with this stack!" I whined as I pointed to the current stack that stood next to me. "And I have an appointment in an hour!"

Shirley leaned in over my shoulder and smiled. "I guess you have to get working, Amelia," she mused on happily.

"You shouldn't have missed school so quit complaining," argued Rivalz, shaking his head at my recent actions. "Who do you think had to do your paperwork while you two were gone?"

The urge to stab myself with the pen that was currently in my hand was becoming stronger by the second. At times like this, I may have wished to have lived like those useless nobles who have never experienced labor but to tell you the truth, working with my friends made me forget the life I had narrowly escaped.

Even though I am familiar with my name, my birth name and noble title, I am deprived of those obscure and guarded memories. When I look into Lelouch's amethyst eyes, unknown images and emotions start to inundate my heart, my mind.

Why can I not remember?

I am unable to remember events before the start of the Britannian attack on Japan seven years ago. Since the end of the war, I found refuge in the arms of the Ashford family who had gladly taken me in when I abandoned. I had no parents and no family. I knew no one. I was a frightened child who refused to show any tears produced by my loneliness. It was until the day I met Lelouch and Nunnally who had arrived shortly after the end of the war. It was on that day I finally smiled for reasons unknown to me. Since then, Nunnally, Lelouch, and I had lived as a family here in the Student Council clubhouse, bonding like siblings.

Sometimes, I would lie in bed and wonder about my past. I ran through the abyss constantly searching for an answer, but instead, I only saw the moon shone through the darkness.

"What should we do for another school-wide event?" questioned Milly. "Should we do another cross-dressing ball, perhaps a swimwear day, or maybe a school festival?"

I giggled at those ideas. "Lelouch simply refused to cross dress, we were all harassed by the entire student body during your beach days, and a school festival takes months of planning," I pointed out. I had really hoped that she would never again consider another day I would be forced to wear a bikini made of string.

"Madam President, where does this box go?" asked Shirley who held a box that seemed to be heavier than her.

"Put the box in the closet," ordered Milly.

Shirley walked away to slide into the closet and fulfilled her duties.

I stared down at the thin sheet of paper and sighed. The words were in minuscule font and my eyes started to ache. I peered up from this hellish paperwork at Lelouch. I watched his content eyes quickly scan the paper. I learned years ago about his agile, analytic mind that was able to process different scenarios in a matter of seconds. Although I am able to stay at the top of my class, calculating the consequences of my actions is rather difficult. I am only able to read people's motives but never their possible actions.

"So, Lelouch, what do you plan to cook for dinner tonight?" I asked him.

He slowly raised his eyes from the paper he was working on and raised an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"

"Since it's your turn to cook, I was craving some filet mignon and some very spicy soup," I answered, my stomach growling at the sound of food.

"Your eating habits could mistake you for a glutton."

"It could be worse."

"How could your eating habits could possibly be worse?"

"I could be pregnant and eat double the amount of food I usually do," I explained bluntly.

"What foolish man would allow you carry his child?" He signed the paper before him and took another from his stack. "Your clumsiness would bring the death of the poor, innocent child."

I quickly signed the paper before me and took another from my pile. "Same to you, Lelouch," I snapped. "Although your appearance attracts the attention of all women within a mile radius, your weak personality and feminine hobbies prove to be unfit in the raising of a child. A child should have a mother and father figure but the child may never know anything about the male gender if they see their parents only as mothers."

"You say those words but in reality, your looks are also deceiving." He shook his head at the thought. "Only an idiot would fall for you."

I frowned. "Same to you, Lelouch, but that does not change the fact that you have female characteristics."

"I only clean and cook because you refuse to help."

"You kicked me out of the kitchen!"

"That is because you charred our dinner!"

"Excuse me, Mr. Perfect! I was trying to do something special for you and Nunnally!"

"Then you should clean your room!"

"Stay out of my room, you pervert! What were you doing in there anyways?"

"I simply went in to take back the notes I loaned you."

"You don't even take notes, Lelouch!"

"Those were notes I took in your absence."

"Tell the turkey to stop chasing the turtle!"

Everyone paused for a moment and stared at me with dumbfounded expressions.

I shrugged and smiled. "Arguing with Lelouch suddenly became a bore," I explained to them. "Now then, can I leave for my appointment?"

Milly let out a rumbling laugh that echoed through the air, shaking the chandelier and the entire ceiling for that matter. I could swear I saw the windows quiver at her voice. "Not until you finish your paperwork, Amelia!" she shouted in my ear. She took the book and aimed it at Lelouch. "And you are going to escort her to the hospital, President's orders."

"What?"

I jumped from my seat, my body tense at the sound of her command. "But Madam President!"

"If Lelouch doesn't go with you, you might run off again."

"But—"

"No buts, Amelia."

I fell back down in my chair in defeat. I looked up at Lelouch and saw his eyes shine in amusement as he witnessed my frantic reaction. Since the day I realized who I truly am, I can no longer look at Lelouch with the same eyes that is constantly filled with fear. I remembered so vividly the feeling of hopelessness but eventually I will…

The pen that was placed in my hand scribbled furiously over the papers, the clock slowly ticking to remind me of my doctor appointment. I am forced to see my medical physician on a monthly basis to monitor my amnesia by the Ashford family. When I first arrived here I did not even know my own name. I could have been considered at infant mentally, only knowing the feeling of fear, hunger, and thirst. However, memories slowly poured in and I only recognized my true name and status. But why am I unable to tell anyone?

As I tossed the last piece of paperwork into the pile, I threw my pen at Rivalz and rose from my seat. I pulled my long slender arms over my head, interlocking my fingers into a stretch. "I am finally done!" I cheered in relief. I turned to Milly and saluted her farewell. "I am off, Pres!" Before she could say anything I took to the door, pulling Lelouch with me as I raced down the corridor.

"Hey! Wait! Let go!" he shouted out in protest.

I let out a roaring laugh. "I can't do that, Lelouch! We are going to be late if we go at your pace!"

"You… seem… very lively… today," he panted. He flashed me a death glare when I slowed down for his sake. "You… will pay… Amelia!" He fell to his knees, scrambling to catch his breath, sucking in as much oxygen as possible.

I grinned at his pain. "Awww… Poor Lulu is tired," I chimed as I danced down the straight path to the school gates. I twirled, swirled, whirled on my toes, executing a series of perfect pirouettes. Occasionally I would skip on my toes, singing an improvised tune.

"Somewhere in the stillness of the sky is my paradise," I sang into the clear blue sky. "When you shed those precious tears, I will return to your side. Until then, let the moon sing you a lullaby over and over again. One day we will return to our home and smile. Just send me a crimson rose and I shall fulfill our wish, my sweet… sweet friend."

"How do you know that song?"

I paused for a moment and turned back to take a glimpse of Lelouch. I gave him an ingenuous smile, my eyes shining under the afternoon sun. "What do you mean, Lelouch?" I asked him. "I simply improvised the song. Was it familiar to you?"

Lelouch opened his mouth to say something then he dropped his head to the ground.

I pranced back to him with the same innocent smile. At that time, I did not know how he must have felt. At that time, I remained ignorant of my past and his emotions that raged war within him. I took my hand and held it against his cheek. His fair skin under my fair hand suddenly rose at the touch of my caress. "Are you okay?" I asked him.

Lelouch gave a reassuring smile and chuckled. "You never looked so feminine, Amelia," he teased as he took my hand and dragged me towards the gate. "Let's hurry before your doctor scolds you for being late again!" He turned his eyes away from me but his tortured expression never passed through my mind.

As we wandered the Tokyo settlement, the streets were roaming in discrimination and violence. Britannia supported the abuse of the Numbers and to display one's status of power over them. To most Britannians, the Numbers were seen as inferior, uncivilized beasts that must be tamed and chained like a dog. Such sight of Social Darwinism made my stomach churn, the acids threatened to push up my lunch back into the depraved world.

I tugged at Lelouch's sleeve gently. "Hey Lelouch?"

He turned his head slightly to acknowledge me. "What is it, Amelia?"

"Can I go home by myself after my appointment?" I asked him, hoping for a 'yes'. I was still scared of being alone with him since those mysterious images might start to flash in my mind.

"Just as long as you come back for dinner," said Lelouch, a smile forming on his lips. "Nunnally misses you."

"I have a question to ask you."

"What is it?"

"Why are you suddenly so kind to me? Usually by now you would insult me but you seem different." I watched as his body tensed up at the sound of my words.

He turned his head and looked on ahead of him. His hand frantically grabbed by wrist as he towed me towards the metropolitan train that took passengers deep into the settlement.

"Lelouch?" I called out, hoping to hear his answer.

When we boarded the train, he gently sat me down onto a seat as he moved to sit next to me. He raised his towards me and gave me a reassuring smile. "I am sorry, Amelia," he said to me. "I guess it's because you remind me of a special friend of mine. I haven't seen her for eight years now so I guess I miss her."

"You must love her then."

"She was like family to me, always smiling even at the smallest things. You both are alike in some ways, actually."

"How exactly are we alike?"

"For one, you both are obsessed with roses."

I let out a chuckle. "I don't know why I love roses so much. I guess something in my past still influences me." I punched Lelouch gently on the arm and laughed. "Even though it has been a long time since you have seen her, one day, you two might find each other on the streets. Life is a fleeting but beautiful concept but it has a way to bring about the unexpected like how I am unable to remember a single thing before the end of the war. I am sorry, Lelouch. I didn't mean to have you listen to my ideals."

He placed a hand on my head and patted it tenderly. "Everyone hopes that you could remember everything," he uttered quietly.

"Even if I do remember, I will still you Big Sister Lulu!" I exclaimed in his face. "Forever you would be my favorite gender-confused person in this entire planet!" I tried to stifle a giggle.

"And you would forever be the stubborn, reckless tomboy that burdens everyone!"

I stuck my tongue out at Lelouch. "At least I know how to have fun!" I peered into those beautiful eyes once more and saw my own reflection shining through. Then…

My eyes widened in shock and fear.

"Amelia?"

'Amelia, wake up!'

"Amelia, answer me!"

Tears brimmed my eyes, threatening to fall down my cheek like cascading waterfalls in the spring. I could not speak. I was frozen still by the images once more.

A small, black-haired boy greeted the petite, black-haired girl, a smile gracing his childish features. Familiar amethyst eyes peered deep into the sapphire eyes of the girl.

'I think you should get out of my bed before Nunnally finds us,' suggested the young boy.

The groggy child pouted. 'But I enjoy sleeping with you!' she protested as she pulled the sheets over her shoulders.

'It's indecent for a prince to have a girl who is not his family in his bed.' He tugged at the sheets that covered the young child. 'Mother might get furious.'

The girl pulled back the sheets and smiled at the young boy. 'Lelouch, you do realize that one day you would have over a hundred consorts like your father so one day you would have women fighting to sleep in your bed. Just let me sleep here because I know that in a couple of years we would not be able to do this once more.'

'Unless I decide to marry you…' The young boy named Lelouch blushed with a crimson red like the roses in the gardens.

She giggled at his words. 'I thought Euphie and Nunnally were going to marry you.'

He smiled at her words and laughed at the meaning. 'I don't think that's allowed.'

'If that is so then I might marry you then… one day…'

"Amelia, wake up!"

I slowly escaped the darkness and entered the blinding light that pierced my sensitive eyes. "Lelouch…" I croaked, my voice so full of sleep."Are we there yet?"

"We are almost there, Amelia," answered Lelouch, a heavy sigh of relief blew from his lips. "You suddenly fainted. Are you alright?"

That is when I realized that he had placed me on his lap, supporting my head with his hand. "I… fainted?" I raised my hand to his face, framing his eyes. "Why do they look so…"

The doors opened and the other passengers started to exit, leaving me alone with Lelouch. Lelouch lifted my body, supporting it with his hands to make sure I did not fall flat on my face. As we headed out the doors, his hands held my waist and my left hand.

"Have you taken your medicine this morning?" inquired Lelouch as he led me into the horde of people on the station, awaiting the next train.

I shook my head.

"I think we should get you to your doctor quickly then," he advised, his hands still guiding me.

"I can walk on my own now," I told him, ripping his touch from my body. "I am fine now."

I hated his touch and those eyes. The images continued to ravage my mind, voices colliding with one another, the debris sprinkling throughout the caverns of my mind. Not even I could make sense of these images, especially that one. What is it a dream? Or was it…

"Lelouch…" I froze in the swarming crowd of people but I felt as though I was trapped in a void. "Do you really think it's possible to regain my memories?" I shook my head and chuckled at my own words. "Oh, never mind."

Lelouch put a hand on my shoulder. "Let's hurry, Amelia." He flashed me another smile.

We continued to push our way through the horde of businessmen, mothers, children, and consumers. The buildings towered over us, overshadowing most of the vast, blue sky. This is what Japan, or may I say Area Eleven, has become. It became a land dominated with Britannians such as myself while the Japanese were forced to the bottom of the social pyramid, treated like feebleminded dogs.

We stopped in front of the hospital, its doors greeting me. An image flashed in my mind but it left too quick.

"Here we are," said Lelouch who gestured me in. "Your appointment is in ten minutes so you should be going."

I nodded and walked into the doors and turned back at him. "Bye, Lelouch…" I raised my hand and waved slightly until the doors torn us apart.