A/N: I would like to thank the people that did review for their kind words XD thank you very much. Also, the OCs. I know that many of you have an aversion to stories that contain OCs. I do as well. Every time that I see one, the first thing that comes into my mind is, "Sheesh, if your gonna use your own characters, why don't you just go write your own story!" And then I proceed to skip that fanfic... *shame* Also, Why didn't I just use minor characters from the anime? Eh, that is because all the characters that were in the anime didn't really fit with what was in my mind's eye(you may disagree by the end of this...). Although, I was seriously considering Cornelia for one of the spots... But the OCs will not be focused on throughout the story. I will try to keep the spotlight on either Lelouch or C.C.

Enjoy chapter 2 XD

The Less You Know, the Better

Chapter 2

By: Andraiyel

Lelouch grimaced as he pressed his hands futilely down over his ears. C.C. was completely hunched over at this point. Her hands were clamped tightly down over her ears and she was so bent far over that her forehead was mere centimeters from the floor, her lime green bangs brushing against the cool, pale yellow tiles.

"C.C. make it stop!" he gasped through gritted teeth.

Even though she never spoke, she clearly understood when she was being spoken to. Lelouch didn't know if there was anything that she could do though to make it stop.

His eyes screwed shut at the intensity of the wailing. "AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" it continued, showing no signs of letting up any time soon. The intensity of it was amazing. The volume reached such heights that it was ear shattering. If it had been outside of their minds, it probably would have broken at least a few windows.

"AAAAHHHH-" And then it stopped. As quickly as it had started, it stopped. Lelouch looked around him only to realize that it wasn't the noise that had stopped, but C.C. had somehow managed to break the link between their minds that was allowing him to hear the screaming. C.C. was still in the hunched over position with her hands over her ears and her eyes tightly closed. Lelouch scooted over to where she was and gently laid a hand on her back. He knew that if he tried to speak through his mind to her, she would not hear him due to the volume of the shrieking.

Rubbing soothing circles into her back he softly said, "C.C., is there any way that you can make the noise stop? Do you know where it is coming from? Is there anything that I can do to help you?"

She did not move a single inch, not even attempting to signal to him if she knew the answers to any of his questions. Then her head raised and her amber eyes were opened wider than Lelouch had ever seen them before. She was listening to something other than screaming now. There were no words to describe what it was that she was hearing other than absolutely terrifying.

"Lelouch get out of here!" she tried to scream unsuccessfully at him, but unable to because she had severed the bond that connected them. She turned towards him, eyes still wide and hands still covering her ears, absolutely petrified. Lelouch just stared at her, trying to decipher what it was that she wanted to get across to him.

"Go now before-" Suddenly, her words were halted, not that they would have gotten through to him anyways. Her face smoothed out in less than a fraction of a second and her facial expression returned to its normally placid self. Her hands fell back to her sides and she got back up on her feet as if nothing at all had happened. Lelouch just stared up at her from his position on the ground in disbelief.

With the link re-establishedhe immediately asked her, "What the hell was that? Are you ok? What did you hear afterwards?" All the while he was talking she just stared at him blankly. The look on her face told him that she had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, almost as if he was speaking a different language.

"Are you even listening?" he finished, still kneeling on the ground unknowingly.

"What are you talking about?" C.C. asked him obliviously, like the past ten minutes hadn't even happened.

"Are you kidding me? Let me tell you, it isn't funny," he snapped.

"Oh, you mean the screaming."

Lelouch stared at her like she had three were simultaneously on fire.

Both were so engrossed in their one-sided conversation that neither of them saw her coming. WHACK! She smacked her cane against the wall that was right next to Lelouch's head, mere centimeters from his pretty little face. He did not move an inch. Lelouch did not even have to look up to know that it was none other than Cornelia and her deadly walking stick of doom. He had been hit with it so many times that he had lost count after 127. He knew from experience that the fact that she had hit the wall instead of him meant that she was in a rarely seen good mood. And he was not going to be the one to spoil it.

"Would you like to tell us why the hell you are on the floor, Lamperouge?" she asked with a sneer.

'Us?...' It took him a minute to realize that she was being trailed by a group of trembling interns.

The interns were shaking like rabbits tossed in the middle of the interstate between two colossal semis. They looked like they had been struck by the hand of God. Which probably meant that she had already hit a few of them with her 'magic teaching stick,' as she liked to call it.

She liked to say, "that one hit with this sucker would keep them in line for the rest of their internship." Which was probably true considering not many people liked being hit with sticks once, let alone multiple times. He shuddered slightly, thinking back to the many beatings he had taken.

Lelouch quickly jumped to his feet and addressed her with a smile, "Good morning to you too, Dr. Cornelia. I see that you have gotten your new interns. I hope that you are treating them well."

She scowled at him. Although he was her boss, she had been working there for longer and was technically his elder. Therefore, she believed that he did not deserve any respect from her. Which she demonstrated every day. Beating him with her ridiculous stick, refusing to call him doctor, talking down to him, refusing to consult him before a major decision was made, and many, many other ways. He could go on forever. She was a damn good doctor though, so Lelouch just let her be. At least for now. He hadn't snapped yet and wasn't planning on doing so anytime soon.

She looked over towards C.C. When Cornelia turned to address C.C., Lelouch looked around her and gave the interns a look of sympathy, trying to apologize for her through his eyes. He truly felt sorry for them. Cornelia glared at C.C.

"I see that you are just as mute as ever, witch."

C.C. locked her gaze with Cornelia, glowering. More than anything else, Cornelia hated C.C. Lelouch had no idea why. There hadn't been any violent, or even verbal for that matter, confrontations between them. They just immediately disliked each other from the very first moment that they had met. However, there was a mutual respect for one another between them. Cornelia had never once raised her cane against C.C., and C.C. had never once raised whatever weapon she could get her hands on against Cornelia. Lelouch hoped to keep it that way.

Lelouch turned his gaze from the interns over towards C.C. and Cornelia. The tension was rising and the air was thick with it. He could have cut it with a knife and served it on fancy little plates to the interns attempting unsuccessfully to hide behind their clipboards. This was not going to end well.

Lelouch grabbed C.C. by the wrist and tugged her towards him, breaking the little staring contest that had been going on between her and Cornelia. Indigo colored eyes came around to bore holes into his head.

Cue stick. It came out from behind her to strike him in the shins, but he had seen it coming so he neatly dodged it.

"Well Dr. Cornelia, C.C. and I must be on our way for we have business to attend to in the G4 wing. It was lovely seeing you, but we must leave you to finish guiding these future doctors around their new work place for the next fifty weeks." He smiled sweetly at her and the fresh meat. The interns turned wide-eyed towards him, pleading with their eyes for him not to leave them alone with this she-devil once more. He gave a quick bow and was off at a clipped pace with C.C. close by his side.

The amber-eyed girl beside him grumbled the whole way down the hall. "That bitch. I am going to kill her while she sleeps. That stupid ass stick of hers. She has two perfectly working legs. It should be illegal for her to carry that thing around. She doesn't even need it to walk. Let's see how well she walks after I shove it up her-"

"C.C.!" Lelouch snapped, immediately halting all of the violent images that were flooding into his head courtesy of the green-haired witch on his left. They were pretty twisted. There was one of Cornelia "accidentally" falling into a wood chipper, of her tumbling down three flights of stairs, one of ravenous deer and other wildlife eating her alive, and it just got worse from there. There was one that had to do with hamsters and a case of Mountain Dew, but Lelouch had yet to figure that one out. He was pretty sure that whatever it happened to be, it was violent and he would regret asking about it.

They arrived at the heart of the G4 wing, C.C. still seething beside Lelouch as he reached over the counter of the nurses' station to grab the patient charts. The halls were unusually empty, but the whole hospital had been that way as of late. There weren't even any nurses posted at the station.

"Okay, so lets see what room our patients are in this time, shall we," he muttered to himself, glancing through the names upon names of patients on the list.

"Eh, C.C., what were the names of our patients again?" he asked, a bit embarrassed that he had already forgotten the names of the patients after just having briefed himself. Twice.

C.C. just sighed and rolled her eyes with mock impatience. "Maryelc Lucotta, Samiel Dhroyen, and Zander Gheretto," she repeated slowly for him.

"Err, right. What strange names… I wonder where names like those originate," he said absently, not really wanting an answer.

He brushed the midnight-colored bangs out of his face, searching the chart for the names that C.C. had told him. Their names weren't on the list. He went through the list once more, not finding hide or hair of a Zander Gheretto, Maryelc Lucotta, or a Samiel Dhroyen.

"Damnit," Lelouch grumbled, looking around for the nurse that was on duty. There was no sound coming from any direction, the halls as silent as death. Amber eyes searched along side violet ones until they landed upon a familiar white-haired girl coming towards them. C.C. reached out and grabbed the nurse by the back of her pink, duck spotted scrubs just as she was about to pass them by while making her rounds.

"Eeeek!" she squeaked as she felt the tug on the back of her scrubs and turned to see a pair of hostile looking amber eyes glaring down at her. The green haired woman finally released the slighter girl's scrubs as she was gently nudged out of the way by the raven-haired doctor.

"D-Dr. Lamperouge!" she stammered, immediately running back behind the desk to prepare herself for whatever it was that he was going to ask. The counter was about as high up as she was, so when she got back there she jumped up onto a chair and got into a kneeling position to see over it. Lelouch could have sworn that Tianzi was way too young to have gotten through school and be working in a hospital, but who could say no to an adorable face like that; and plus, she always got her work done.

"Ms. Tianzi-"

"Y-yes sir?" she interrupted, poising her dainty fingers over the keyboard of the computer.

"Ms. Tianzi," he continued, "I would like you to pull up the room numbers on patients #127, #364, and #713." He was tired of saying their names, and he guessed that Tianzi would most likely not be able to spell them, so he just looked down at the chart that C.C. had passed him and read off their case numbers.

Her fingers sped over the keys at a rapid pace, the clicks and clacks echoing loudly through the empty hallways.

"Err, umm… Let me try this again, hang on…" She continued to peck away at the keys, eyes scanning the screen before her.

"Umm Dr. Lamperouge, sir," she started, seeming not to know where to go from there. "Well, the information that is popping up is t-telling me that there are n-not any patients under those numbers residing here at t-the hos-hospital," Tianzi finally managed to get out, her cherry-colored eyes glanced up at him worriedly.

"I-if you want, I c-could t-try and see if I could fi-find their numbers in the other database…" she offered softly.

"That would be great." He flashed a shiny white smile her way, hoping that maybe showing the young girl that he wasn't frustrated would possibly help her relax a bit.

As Dr. Lamperouge was dealing with nurse Tianzi in trying to find the mysteriously non-existent patients, C.C. was finding distractions of her own to keep herself preoccupied. She started twirling her exotically colored hair in her fingers, wondering what it would be like to eat a pizza with chocolate syrup on it instead of the tomato sauce.

'Mmm, maybe pie crust instead of pizza crust and then bananas too. Ooo and chocolate chunks and ice cream!' she thought, drooling at the thought of it already.

She continued to daydream about all the various kinds of pizza she could ingest, when an increasingly annoying noise started up. It was an incessant squeaking, almost like nails running down a chalkboard. Gold colored eyes darted around, searching for the noise that was halting her concentration. She dropped her hands back down from her green hair to their rightful places at her sides as she scanned the hallways around her. She looked briefly back towards Lelouch and Tianzi. They seemed unfazed by the squeaking sound, as if it weren't even there at all. She grimaced as the noise seemed to get nearer.

'Am I going crazy or something?' She sighed quietly and slumped her shoulders as she began to walk down the hallway directly to her right where the sound seemed to be emanating from.

"C.C.?..." Lelouch raised an eyebrow as he acknowledged her absence, turning away from Tianzi. He looked and saw her retreating back, hand waving at him dismissively, as if to say, "Eh, don't worry about me, I'll be back before you know it." Lelouch just looked after her questioningly before the small nurse in front of him grasped his attention once more.

"Well, Dr. Lamperouge…" That was all C.C. heard before she was out of range, following the winding hallway at a lazy pace so as to not call any more attention to herself than she already did on a regular basis.

There were not many patients out in the hallways, but that was because most of them couldn't turn themselves over on their own beds, let alone get up and walk around. There weren't many doctors or nurses for that matter either, though. She walked past room after room, the shrill squeaking not seeming to get any closer, but not getting any farther away either.

Just as she was about to round a corner, a hand shot out from the room on the left side and grabbed her by the wrist. She jumped, but only slightly, because this type of thing happened quite often; especially whenever she passed this room and she should have been quite used to it by now.

She rotated her head to look into the widened lavender eyes. They seemed to be boring straight into her very soul, but at the same time the mind behind the eyes was completely vacant.

"It-i-it won't stop," he mumbled. "Tell them to stop. I would like that very much. If they would stop…" He kept mumbling nonsense as she patted his hand, a signal for him to loosen his grip on her.

Schneizel. She had no idea why he was still in the G4 wing. He no longer met the requirements that led him to be placed in the wing. Where he needed to be was the psychiatric ward along with all of the other crazies. Well, that was C.C.'s opinion at least. However, Dr. Lamperouge's reasoning for him still being here was "there is something special about this patient and that he isn't really crazy, but that something is blocking his rational thought processing skills and his mind is in the right place, but some outside force was affecting him." He thought of it as some great mystery. C.C. thought that he had finally snapped for some reason and was taking a mental vacation to crazy town, population: Schneizel.

His hand dropped to his side like it was dead, but he continued to stare at her and mumble things. She put her own hands on his broad shoulders and turned him around back into his room.

'At least he isn't violent,' she thought thankfully.

"When will they stop? I even asked politely like mommy always told me to," he continued. She sighed. Another thing she was grateful for: there were nurses that took care of him so that she didn't have to on a daily basis.

Her hands still on his shoulders, she guided him across the small room and sat him down slowly and gently on the side of his bed. He just stared at the wall, muttering things absently.

If she had been talking, she would have said something like, "Watch your step, I'm gonna help you sit down now," and, "it's ok, I'll have Dr. Lamperouge come and visit you when he gets a chance." But she didn't utter a single word, and there were reasons for this, but those are unimportant.

Once she made sure that he was sitting securely so that he would not topple off the side, she bent down and picked up his legs, turning him slowly and laying him down on the bed. The green haired witch pulled the sheet out from under his abnormally light body and used it to cover him up.

She turned to head out the door, when suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed her roughly by the forearm. She winced and turned around; the grip on her arm was a painful one and unusual coming from this docile patient. He was sitting up, his spine rigid and lavender eyes staring directly into her amber colored ones. Unlike all the times before, she was a bit afraid. There was something behind these soft eyes this time, turning them cold and menacing. What he said next made the blood in her veins turn to ice.

"They are watching you, and they don't like what they see."

A/N: Yay! Another one down XD

I'm curious. C.C. is always eating pizza and I would like to know, what is the strangest kind pizza that you have ever eaten? For me, I had spinach and shrimp pizza. Although, that is not the strangest out there. So, please enlighten me on your pizza eating experiences XD

Eh, for those of you that are reading my other fic, "What Will Be Gained?", ummm, I'm working on the next chapter... more or less...

Anyways, reviews are very much appreciated. They are quite tasty. Tell me what you think so far X3