Orangette Destiny

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Disclaimer – I don't own Bleach or Code Geass. Bleach is the property of Tite Kubo and Studio Pierrot and Code Geass is the property of Sunrise and Ichiro Okouchi.

Warnings – Strong abusive language, strong violence, Orihime possibly OOC, possible yuri (unsure yet) and possible lemons (again unsure)

Orihime Inoue cringed nervously as she walked round the campus that was Ashford Academy. The students round about her pretty much left her alone. However, they stared in her direction with expressions of disgust and revulsion; as if her very existence was a crime. Not that she was surprised, Shirley had warned her after all. To mostly everyone else, she was an Eleven; part of an alternative version of Japan that had lost a war to Britannia seven years previously and had been renamed, Area Eleven. Orihime had never felt more nervous in her entire life. Never before had she been looked upon with such hatred… aside from that black-haired Arrancar girl… Loly, if she remembered correctly. She could also hear whispers and mumbles from those she passed by. She could not make out what they were saying, but she pretty heard the word, "Eleven" a lot along with words like "Shouldn't be here" or "Why's she here?"

After Shirley had finished comforting her after the revelation that she was in a different world from her own, she had gone on to explain how things were in her world. Apparently, it was an alternative world where Britannia, a name that Orihime knew was an ancient Roman name for what was now known as the UK had control of one third of the world. In this alternative world, the Roman had been beaten back by a super king… or at least that's how the story went and the UK retained the name, Britannia. To Orihime, it was a dimension represented a "what if?" scenario. The British monarchy was pretty much the same right up until the death of Queen Elizabeth I, but when she died, instead of the throne passing to her second cousin, King James of Scotland, it turned out in this dimension; she had sired an illegitimate son who inherited the throne as King Henry IX. Also in this dimension, George Washington's rebellion failed because his friend and right-hand man, Benjamin Franklin had accepted a bribe from Britannia. Also, the French revolutionary, Napoleon Bonaparte had claimed the British Isles after the Battle of Trafalgar ended in his favour and Queen Elizabeth III had fled to the Scottish city of Edinburgh and an event happened there that became known as the Humiliation of Edinburgh and then she and many of her followers fled to America, which became the new Britannian Homeland after the established a capital city of the East Coast.

Britannia was situated where the USA was in her world and controlled both continents of North and South America as well as the most of if not the entire Western Hemisphere. The other two superpowers in this world were the Euro Universe; Britannia's traditional enemies and the Chinese Federation. However, Britannia was a nation dedicated to conquest and it conquered nations and reclassified them as numbered areas in order of conquest and the people of the conquered nations for also reclassified; for example, the people of Area Six, with was South America were known as Sixes. Japan was Area Eleven and the people were known as Elevens. The people of Britannia's conquered nations just about had everything striped from them; their right; their culture; their dignity and even their names.

The Britannians came in and built their settlements and demoted the natives. To Britannians, the natives of their empire's conquered nations were known as numbers, though they did have what was known as the Honorary Britannian system, in which "Numbers" could apply to join the military and be given equal rights, but Shirley had stated that it was nothing more than a well-fabricated illusion designed to fool the "Numbers" into believing that Britannia cared for them. The authorities obviously believed that it was a measure to make controlling the natives easier, though the majority of "Numbers" could easily see through this illusion and regarded those who signed up for it as traitors.

Orihime was left feeling rather uncomfortable at all the hateful stares and whispers behind her back. She wasn't used to being hated and despised. At least Loly hated her because she mistakenly believed that Aizen had a romantic interest in her; those people however; they hated her just because she was Japanese and was where they believed "Elevens" should not be. The fact that she had orange hair and bigger-than-average breasts only seemed to fuel the disdain the students round about her had for her. It was rather usual for Japanese people to have orange hair. Ichigo was one example; the colour of his hair had landed him in many fights with his fellow Japanese. No doubt these Britannians believed that she was an "Eleven" who was trying to pass herself off as a Britannian.

It was a really tense atmosphere indeed. At least she managed to discard hat awful Arrancar outfit that Aizen and the Arrancar had provided her. Shirley had fortunately allowed her to borrow some of her casual clothes, a sleeveless pink blouse, an ankle-length white skirt and white shoes. She was grateful for that. She absolutely despised her last outfit and had told Shirley to burn it. The last thing she needed was to draw even more attention to herself than she was already drawing. She figured that if she left Shirley's room wearing that revolting monstrosity; the students may start to believe that she was a terrorist in uniform. There was definitely something about the Arrancar's choice of clothing that gave off the sense that it was like a sort of uniform.

Shirley had mentioned that there were terrorists operating in Japan; not that Orihime was surprised. After all, she could not imagine the Japanese people bowing down to Britannia and acknowledging things the way they were. However, she knew that she could not bring herself to stoop to that level. She was not a violent person and knew that despite most Britannians looking down on the Japanese… the majority of them were just innocent civilians that did not deserve to die no matter how much they embraced their country's ideals and put them to practice.

"Lousy Eleven whore," she heard a girl's voice say with disgust and venom in her voice, "Just who does she think she is? Those boobs of hers must be fake."

Orihime winced at this. It seemed to her that she had escaped the den of one beast; just to discover herself in the den of another. The Arrancar had raped and beaten her and now the people of this world were looking at her as if she were a disease just because of who she was. She felt like dropping to the ground and curling up into a ball. She felt like screaming at the top of her voice. She carried the fear that those around her would try to rape her like the Arrancar had done. In her mind, she did not see hateful Britannian students glaring at her; she saw the Arrancar staring at her with sadistic hungry looks on their faces and Loly glaring at her as if trying to make lasers shoot out of her eyes aimed at her.

"Maybe she's an Honorary Britannian," a boy suggested, causing Orihime to jump, "Dying her hair and getting' a boob job, she must really want to become one of us."

Orihime shook her head as she tried in a desperate attempt to drown out the hurtful comments. It was a rotten feeling; being regarded as something less than human. She knew to those people, Japanese were not people, but pieces of trash that deserved everything they received just because they existed. How could people be so cruel to look down on their fellow man like that? It was infuriating. The Japanese were people to and the ones who should rightfully run the country. The Britannians were the intruders. They pretty much drove the Japanese out and built their settlements while the Japanese were forced to live in the ruins of their old cities, which the Britannians had called ghettos. They were the slums of the settlements; where the poor lived. Only those Japanese who gained the status of Honorary Britannians were allowed to live in the main settlements and even then, not many Britannians liked it and still looked down on them. Orihime wondered if many of those with Honorary status had only applied out of desperation and were hoping for better lives.

However, despite being allowed to live in the settlements, going on what Shirley had told her, Orihime could safely guess that the Britannians still treated them like garbage. It was horrible. They obviously did not believe in equality. Despite the anger she felt over it, she just could not bring herself to get confrontational. She would prefer to reason with the Britannians despite knowing the fact that it would probably be a lost cause, but she just did not have it in her to fight. She was a kind and caring person by nature and wanted to make everyone happy.

She knew that it was naïve and stupid to think that way when it was clear these people were so close-minded to the point of stubbornness, but she just could not help it. She could not bring herself to fight against them. She would definitely tell them that they were wrong and what they were doing was wrong if anyone confronted her, but she knew that… being who she was, she would probably just end up letting them win rather than start a confrontation.

"Ain't she the girl that Shirley had in her room?" she heard a girl ask in disgust.

"Yeah, but it's probably just out of pity," another girl replied, "I mean, just look at her hair. She has the same hair colour as Shirley."

"Probably dyed," the first girl suggested, "There's no way a stinkin' Eleven bitch like that can have a natural hair colour like that."

Orihime just quickened her pace shaking her head, drowning out the conversation. Shirley seemed nice, but could it just be because, like the girls had said, out of pity or did Shirley feel obligated to care for her? She knew that the school's principal had left Shirley responsible for her during her stay at the academy. So could Shirley possibly be like the others and only went along with the principal because she believed she was being forced to?

No, that could not be it, she figured shaking her head. Shirley had warned her of this sort of treatment and she had comforted her when she was down. Could it possibly be pity then? She had to admit that that notion was a possibility. After all, she did have the same hair colour as Shirley and maybe it had inspired some pity. She honestly could not be sure. That was just an assumption. In any case, did it really matter? Maybe it was pity and Shirley herself did not realise it. She didn't know why, but she felt like she could trust her. She seemed kind and caring. She even told her about this boy, Lelouch Lamperouge whom she called Lulu and in turn, Orihime had told her about Ichigo. Whether Shirley was acting out of pity or not did not; Orihime decided to drop it since she could spend all day arguing with herself. She would see how things turned out in due time, she told herself.

She was so distracted by her thoughts that she did not realise where she was walking and bumped into a boy who was walking in the other direction drinking a can of soda with two of his friends and when Orihime inevitably bumped into him, the contents of his can spilled down his front. Orihime stumbled to the ground as the boy she bumped into growled.

"Watch where you're goin' ya stinkin' Eleven wench!" he yelled as he looked down at his soaked blazer, "Damn it, ya ruined ma uniform. Do ya know how much this cost me? It's irreplaceable."

His two friends just rolled their eyes as they shook their heads.

"Gee, he always overreacts," the boy of the left said.

"Yeah, but we get to terrorise an Eleven," the boy on the right said, glancing down at Orihime, "And quite a hot one at that."

"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry," Orihime apologised with a stutter as she moved to pick herself up, but the angry boy violently shoved his foot in Orihime's face, kicking back down.

"Sorry don't cut it bitch," he replied in an enraged tone, "How am I gonna replace this?"

Orihime winced as she looked up at the three boys. They all wore black shoes, black trousers, white shirts and black blazers with golden outlines, and two buttons near the top of the chest area. The blazers also had belts round their waists and the same insignia Orihime remembered seeing on Shirley's tie on either side of the collar, only bigger. It was clear that this was the boys uniform for the school and what Orihime had seen on Shirley's bed was the girls uniform for the school.

The angry boy in front of her had nicely combed-back light brown hair and dark green eyes. He looked a bit like a stereotypical perfect boy, had it not been for the dark stains that lined the front of his blazer going down to his trousers, indicating where the soda had spilled over him. His friend on the left had messy dirty blonde hair and grey eyes and from the looks of his face, he looked as if he was growing a beard. The last boy had short black hair with his forehead completely exposed and dark blue eyes. It was clear the boy on the left looked a bit like a scruff as opposed to his "picture-perfect" friend in the middle.

"Pay up ya lousy bitch," the middle-boy said as he reached out and grabbed Orihime by the front of her blouse, causing her to clench her eyes shot.

It was clear this boy was out to make trouble for her and was not going to leave her alone until he was through with her.

"I-I-I-I said I-I-I was sorry," she protested in a panicked tone.

"I told you, sorry don't cut it with me," the boy said as his lips widened into an evil grin; one that Orihime was all too familiar with and she saw a familiar evil glint in his eye, "You're gonna pay for ma uniform. You're gonna pay with yer body."

"Yeah, she's quite a beauty for an Eleven, eh Derek," the scruffy boy whistled after scanning Orihime up and down and mentally undressing her with his eyes.

"Yeah, just look at the tits on that," the other boy said in agreement, "Probably fake, but who gives a shit?"

The boy in the middle, Derek nodded with n evil chuckle.

"Right you are boys, right you are," he said, enjoying the sight of the young Japanese girl trembling in his grip, "Zeke, Nevell, what's say we take this party to a more… "private" area?"

"Hell yeah," the scruffy boy, Zeke said, looking as if he was about to jump up and down with excitement.

"Sure, whatever," the other boy, Nevell said with a nod.

"I'm gonna rump you somethin' awful itch," Derek said with a laugh as he moved to drag Orihime off.

However, upon hearing what those boys were saying, she guessed what they had planned for her. It was nothing new. After all, the Arrancar had done pretty much the same thing. However, not wanting to go through that experience again, something inside her snapped and she panicked.

"LEAVE ME ALONE YOU PSYCHOTIC MONSTERS!" she screamed in a frightful tone, delivering a violent slap to Derek's face as in her mind, he was no longer human, but one of Aizen's Arrancar.

She stumbled back as Derek released her and looked shocked that he'd been slapped.

"You repulsive no-good lousy Eleven," he said, glaring at Orihime with a rage, "You're gonna…"

"TSUBAKI, KOTEN ZANSHUN, I REJECT!" Orihime screamed, still in her panicked state.

What happened next happened so quickly, no one could make sense of it. One of the points on her right-hand hairpin disappeared and what looked like a small man with wings appeared in front of her as she held her arms out. The small man or whatever started glowing a bright orange gold colour and was surround by a san energy shield and extended into an arc and he went flying forwards. Fortunately for Derek, in her panicked state, Orihime's aim was off and the attack missing him and slammed into a wall of the school instead.

"What the…?" Derek said as his eyes widened in shock as he spun round, following Orihime's attack and witched the impact. However, instead on an explosion, the wall started to vanish as a glowing orange gold line extended out from the impact area and caused the wall to vanish much like in cartoons where termites quickly eat wood.

Derek then spun back to face Orihime with a look of pure horror on his face.

"No way…!" he said in a fearful tone as he took a step backwards, "You ain't no Eleven, you're a freak."

He and his two friends them turned and ran off in separate directions where as those who happened to witness what had happened now all looked at Orihime as if she were some kind of monster… well almost everyone that was. Shirley Fenette happened to be looking for Orihime as Milly had instructed her because she wanted to introduce Orihime to the student council.

"O-Orihime?" she said as she watched the vanishing wall disintegrate, unable to comprehend what had happened.

She had seen what had happened and her eyes widened. She had been about to go over and stop Derek from harming her, but Orihime obviously panicked and lashed out. Looking at Orihime, Shirley could see that she was also shocked. Her attack had been a means of self-defence and probably a result of her panicked state and desperation. However, Shirley found herself thankful for Orihime's lousy aim since she knew that had Derek been hit by that attack, he would be dead and no doubt, Orihime would break down completely.

"But just what was that power just now?" she thought to herself, "What kind of world did you come from?"

Orihime was in shock, she looked on as she witnessed her would-be tormentors flee in fear. Looking at the wall that was disintegrating, she guessed that she must have used her Koten Zanshun in her panicked state and in front of everyone. Just what would they think of her now? In their eyes, she was an "Eleven", a person who deserved to live out in the ghettos and now that she demonstrated that she had special powers, just how would they react?

Sighing to herself, she started walking over to the wall Tsubaki had hit with a dejected look on her face; something that did not go unnoticed by Shirley. It was the look of someone who had felt as if they were defeated. It was the look of someone who had given up their will to live. It was the look of someone who had pretty much given up on their life and Shirley let out a horrified gasp as she came to realise the reality of Orihime's expression.

Orihime seemed to be acting on autopilot; like a robot fulfilling its programmed task. It was clear that whatever was going on, Orihime felt compelled to make things right. Shirley did not know how she was planning on doing this, but she knew just by witnessing the dead look in her fellow orangette's eyes that she had been brainwashed and was only carrying out a psychological program that had been probably been beaten into her.

"Shun'o, Ayame," Orihime said in a quiet depressed tone as two points of her right hairpin started glowing an orange yellow colour and seemed to shoot off the hairpin itself and transform into two… fairies for lack of a better term, both of whom gave Orihime a shared sympathetic look, "Soten Kisshun, I reject."

Orihime then placed her hands up where the wall was disintegrating and the two fairies formed an orange yellow shield round the damaged area and to Shirley and everyone else's astounded amazement, the wall stopped disintegrating and the missing area started to reappear out of thin air as if nothing had happened.

"What the… what's going on?" Shirley heard a boy ask in a stunned unsure tone, "How's she doing that?"

"I don't know dude, but it defies the laws of physics," another boy spoke up, answering the other's question, "She must be some kind of monster or something."

Shirley growled under her breath at hearing this. What did they know? Sure Orihime had inexplicable powers that seemed to come right out of the land of fiction, but that did not make her a monster. Far from it in fact, from what Shirley saw of the Japanese orangette so far, there was nothing that rang alarm bells in he head. A monster would not stand by and let themselves be raped into such a fragile state. Orihime was the kind and gentle type, Shirley knew; perhaps naïve as well, but from looking into Orihime's eyes, Shirley saw a nice and gentle girl that did not want to hurt anyone. Even after the suffering she had no doubt endured, Shirley did not see an ounce of malice or desire for revenge in her eyes. Sure there was anger, especially when she had mentioned that Sosuke Aizen character, whom Shirley was growing to hate more and more; especially after seeing the psychological programming that was causing Orihime to repair the damaged wall.

Shaking her head, she walked over to Orihime, much to the surprise of the other onlookers, but Shirley did not care about them. Let them have their opinions. Orihime was no monster. She was too dispirited and fragile to be a monster. This much Shirley knew. Sure, had her attack nailed Derek, she would have probably killed him, but she had been acting out of self-defence. Derek had threatened to rape her and she panicked, remembering what this Aizen had put her through and had lashed out instinctively.

"O-O-Orihime, are you… are you alright?" she asked, being very careful not to frighten the poor girl.

"I have the power to negate things that have happened and wipe out entire events," Orihime said in a dead emotionless tone, "And my body and spirit belong to Lord Aizen and are for his purpose and use."

"Huh?" Shirley said, before realising that Orihime… like the previous day when she had dropped in on her and Rivalz had lost touch with reality and was not aware of her surroundings,

Once she finished repairing the damage she had done, the fairies dissipated the shield and went back to her hairpin, morphing back into the points they once were.

Orihime then dropped her hands to her sides and turned to face Shirley with a dead emotionless look on her face. However she remained silent and just stood there; as still as a statue as if she was waiting for more instructions.

Shirley did not know what to make of it. The power to negate thing that had happened and to wipe out entire events. That sounded a bit farfetched and impossible. What was done could not be undone. However, after looking at the newly repaired wall, Shirley started to question that notion. The wall appeared not to have a scratch on it… as good as new to be exact. One would find it hard to believe that it had actually started to disintegrate and burn away. Walking up to it, Shirley placed her hands on it, feeling for any signs of weakness that would cause the wall to collapse, but she found none. She even tried pushing against it with all her strength, but it would not budge, which was fortunate since she did not want to have to explain to the principal why there was a damaged wall in his school's building. As far as he knew, both she and Rivalz had just happened to come across Orihime running and did not know that she had actually fell from a portal from another world.

Orihime's statement also gave Shirley insight onto why this Aizen possibly wanted her. If what she said about her power was true… and so far, the evidence suggested that what she had said was the truth, then it was a safe bet to assume that Aizen wanted Orihime's powers for himself and if he could not possess them himself, then he obviously decided to have Orihime use her powers for his use, in which case, he only saw her as a tool and from the way Orihime seemed to react automatically to the wall that she inadvertently caused to disintegrate, it seemed that Orihime had become just that; a tool.

"Hold on, don't tell that…!" she thought as her eyes widened as she had a sudden realisation, "Oh no… Orihime, you poor thing. That sick bastard; if I ever see him in person, I swear I'm gonna kill 'im."

No doubt, Orihime's raping "sessions" were a means to ensure her cooperation; a mean of sapping her of her strength and likelihood that she would resist. The thought sickened Shirley to no end. Her face twisted in anger and she shook her head in revulsion as she felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over her. Orihime was a kind and caring person; a lot like Nunnally and to have her virginity robbed countless times just for the sake of subduing her and making it easy for this Aizen character to control her was a very sicken thought indeed. She did not deserve this. She did not deserve to be here in this world where mostly everyone round about her looked down on her with disgust and revulsion just because of what she was; Japanese. Shirley wretched as she placed her hands over her mouth, feeling a phantom sensation of vomit coming up from her stomach. This was not fair. Orihime did not deserve such hateful treatment. Being in an already fragile state, it would only be a matter of time before the treatment of the arrogant Britannians smashed her spirit completely and if that happened, Shirley feared that no one would ever be able to build it back up. She now wanted to help out Orihime more than ever.

"Orihime," she said, placing her hands on Orihime's shoulders and shaking her, "Orihime, it's me, it's Shirley. There's nothing to be afraid of, I'm right here."

She then turned to shoot a rather frightening and venomous glare at everyone else round about them, as if daring them to protest or make a move. Fortunately, they all seemed to get the message and took a few steps backwards, clearly intimidated by the orangette's hateful glare.

"Sh-Sh-Shirley…!" Orihime said, finally aware of her surrounding once again, though she sounded somewhat panicked.

"Come on, let's get outta here," Shirley replied as she grabbed Orihime's wrist and quickly, yet gently coaxed her away from the area; not wanting to scare the girl.

"Yeah, take that freak outta here!" a brave boy shouted in a hateful tone, "We don't want no Elevens here; especially those with freaky powers. Take her back to Hell where she belongs."

Shirley cringed furiously at hearing that comment and quickened her pace, hoping that to get Orihime away from those people before the boy's words sunk in.

"I…" Orihime started to say.

"Hate this world," Shirley spoke up, finishing her sentence for her, "I know, I know and I can't say I blame you. You don't deserve that kind of treatment. I think I'm beginning to realise stuff that I only took for granted before. Anyway, I was sent to find you. Our student council's president, Milly wants to introduce you to the student council. She's the granddaughter of the school's principal and was one of the people outside my room last night. She feels that the student council should know of you."

Orihime just nodded, but remained silent.

"However, considering what happened earlier, I'm sure Milly won't hold it against you if you were to postpone introducing yourself," Shirley went on, knowing full well that Orihime may decide to just retreat to her room until she was feeling better.

"I-I-I-I'll be alright," Orihime said with a gulp as she attempted to put on a brave face, "I don't want to disappoint anyone."

"However, I must warn you about Nina," Shirley said in a serious tone, "I wouldn't want for you to end up alone with her. She seems to have a fear of Japanese people. It's not so much as hatred, but fear with her. She seems to believe that the Japanese are inhuman monsters or something, so when we enter the room, I want you to give Nina a wide berth, okay?"

Orihime nodded and Shirley's look became serious.

"And if Nina gets wind of the powers you just displayed, she'd probably see it as confirmation of her fears," she added in her thoughts.

They both then walked towards the building's entrance.

Lelouch Lamperouge who was in reality known as Lelouch vi Britannia, Eleventh Prince of the Holy Britannian Empire was on his way to the student council meeting before classes started. It was like this every day, the student council would meet before classes started and would discuss issues concerning the academy. However, today Milly had said that she had wanted to introduce someone to the entire student council, which he found unusual. At first he thought that they were inducting a new member and though Milly admitted that she was planning on inducting someone into the student council, she assured him that the person she wanted to introduce was not the new member.

Milly told him that yesterday, Shirley and Rivalz had come across a Japanese girl who, according to what Rivalz told her grandfather, had apparently been raped and would be staying with Shirley indefinitely until her grandfather got in touch with her family, telling them where she was and she had felt it best for her to get to know the student council, since as the highest ranking students in the entire academy, plus the fact Shirley and Rivalz had found her and seeing that they were both on the student council Milly obviously felt that this girl should be known to them. When Lelouch had asked Milly about it, she had just said it was because she felt that since it was two members of the student council that found her, she felt that the entire student council were obligated to take responsibility for her, since she knew the possible prejudice and discrimination she would most likely suffer because of her Japanese heritage.

However, Lelouch honestly did not care one bit about that at the moment. His mind was more focused on the incident in Shinjuku the previous day; of how he foolishly went to see if he could help a truck while en route back from one of his gambling trips. The truck, as it turned out belonged to terrorists and they had stolen a capsule that they and many of the Britannian forces believed to contain poison gas, but instead contained a girl who was obvious used as a human guinea-pig in some sort of scientific experiment. The truth, Lelouch guessed was only known to Prince Clovis and his entire Royal Guard and Clovis had initially panicked when he discovered that terrorists had taken the girl and had ordered the military to kill all residents of the Shinjuku Ghetto.

Lelouch guessed that much. It was clear that if knowledge of the girl were to be made public, Clovis would have been ruined. Lelouch's face twisted in rage as he thought about it. His father, the Emperor saw his children as nothing more than sandbags and when a sandbag started weighing you down, the most logically choice would be to cut it off. Regardless of whether the Emperor knew about the girl or not, Lelouch knew that had the knowledge gone public, the end result would have been the same. The Emperor would undoubtably deny any involvement in the experiments and Clovis would have ended up being disinherited. With that in mind, Clovis had decided to destroy the entire ghetto to cover it up.

Lelouch remembered encountering the Royal Guard after his childhood friend, Suzaku Kururugi, who had become an Honorary Britannian, had tackled him, mistaking him for a terrorist and the capsule opened revealing the girl. When the Royal Guard showed up and ordered Suzaku to kill him, Lelouch knew it did not matter to the Royal Guard whether he was Britannian or Japanese; as far as they were concerned, he and Suzaku, who was under the mistaken belief that the capsule had contained poison gas until the girl emerged were both witnesses and had to be eliminated. It was a safe bet that if Suzaku had killed him, then the Royal Guard would have turned on him and killed him and they would probably spin some cover story about how the terrorists had taken a Britannian student hostage, but they were unfortunately too late to save his life and that the terrorists had killed him. However, Suzaku refused to kill him and was shot, but before the Royal Guard could kill him, the driver of the crashed truck had detonated a bomb in the cab sacrificing himself, in the hopes of taking as many soldiers with him as possible. Fortunately, it had given Lelouch the distraction he needed to escape with the girl, but unfortunately, an untimely phone call from Shirley led to him being discovered and the girl ended up being shot, but luckily for him, she managed to bestow upon him a special power before she died; the power to hypnotise others into obeying his commands and using this power, he commanded the Royal Guard to kill themselves, which they did.

After that, he managed to pinch a Sutherland knightmare frame from a woman of whom he guessed was from the Purist Faction and assisted the terrorist group that had stolen the capsule into obtaining Sutherlands and helped them defeat the Britannian forces. However, unfortunately they unleashed a powerful white unique one-of-a-kind knightmare that decimated the terrorist Sutherlands, but thanks to the intervention of the woman in the red Glasgow when the white knightmare had him trapped, he managed to escape and infiltrate the command centre and had Clovis call off the massacre before using his power, Geass to interrogate him about his mother's assassination. Unfortunately, Clovis did not know anything, but he pointed him in the direction of his half-brother, Second Prince Schneizel ad his half-sister, Second Princess Cornelia. After that, he had killed Clovis and made his escape, though he had to make sure he was not seen by both the Britannians and the residents of the Shinjuku Ghetto. The last thing he wanted was for some of the terrorists to notice him and then follow him. Any one of the terrorists who saw him might easily put two and two together and guess that he was the voice on the radio and aside from that girl that he had seen get into the red Glasgow, he did not know what the others looked like and therefore he could not distinguish between the terrorists and the normal residents and much to his annoyance, it had taken him quite some time to escape the ghetto without being seen.

"Man, that was freaky," a boy's voice came, bringing Lelouch out of his thoughts, causing him to look off to his right side.

There he saw a lot of students staring at a wall, looking at it as if it were different somehow and unsure what to make of it. He also stared at the wall, trying to find what was so unusual about it. However, all he could see was a plain wall. There was nothing unusual about it. It looked the same as any other wall of the buildings of campus, so he did not understand why so many students were making a big deal out of it.

"What do you suppose that was?" a girl asked, confusing Lelouch even further.

Did something happen before hand that he did not know about? That sounded logical, but then if that were true, then what did it have to do with the wall everyone was staring at? As hard as he tried, he just could not come up with a suitable answer and Lelouch was usually good as coming up logical answers. He was a phenomenal chess player and playing chess had given him a knack for formulating strategies and possible options in mostly any given situation. He could easily turn a bad situation around and come out on top. He had managed to defeat Clovis in Shinjuku. In fact, the only person Lelouch knew who could possibly defeat him in strategy was his older half-brother, Schneizel. Like Clovis, Lelouch had played against him in games of chess, but unlike Clovis, Schneizel had managed to defeat him, which could be a bit of a problem when it came time for him to chase after his half-brother for answers about his mother's assassination, but for the moment, he decided to just focus on the here and now.

"I don't know," another girl said in reply to the first girl's question, "But maybe we should call the police."

"Yeah, good idea," a boy spoke up in agreement, "Let's get that Eleven freak outta here."

Lelouch's eyes widened in horror at the mention of the word, "police". In fact he was so horrified that that he missed the rest of the conversation. Lelouch had always made a pledge to never go near the police forces and he definitely did not want them probing around the academy regardless of the reason. As a former prince and his sister, a former princess, there was always the risk that someone might recognise them. He was not stupid. He knew of the paintings in Clovis's art museum that had him and Nunnally in them and so, his trips outside campus were quick and he always ensured never to remain outside campus any longer than he had to. Luckily, so far he had not come across anyone who recognised him or if they did then they obviously did not care who he was. He knew that he could not keep up this charade forever. Sooner or later, someone would recognise him and would undoubtably bring it to the attention of people that Lelouch did not want to know.

That was why he did not want the police anywhere near him. It was possible that someone may look at him and find him familiar and then run a background check and that would cause his secret to unravel and they would undoubtably inform someone with ties to the Imperial Family. For the time being, his father, the Emperor was convinced that both he and Nunnally were dead and that's just the way he liked it. Let the old fool think he was dead. It would only prove to be more of a shock to him when he discovered that he was alive and was the one who brought him down. He had revealed himself to Clovis, but Clovis was now dead and that was another reason he did not want the police around. Even though there was no evidence to connect him to Clovis's murder, he knew that there was always the slim chance that he overlooked something and someone may just happen to notice and then he'd be in deep trouble. He'd be arrested and executed for treason and then where would that leave Nunnally? Probably in the hands of their tyrannical father and he cringed just thinking about what that heartless monster would do with her. He could not let that happen. He knew that he was possibly being overly paranoid. However, being a disinherited prince that was abandoned and now planning the downfall of his own country, Lelouch could not afford to take any chances. Milly knew of his secret and there was always the chance she may accidentally reveal something to them in a slip of the tongue.

"Sorry guys, but whatever this is about must unfortunately remain unresolved," he thought, though he was curious as to what the fuss was about, "As much as I would like to figure this out, I can't afford to risk having my true identity exposed."

He then noticed three boys slowly walking towards everyone else. From the way they were walking and from the frightened looks on their faces, Lelouch guessed that they must have seen whatever it was that caused the fuss better than anyone else. They walked rather cautiously, as if expecting someone to just randomly come out of nowhere and attack them and they had the looks of frightened rabbits.

"Is… is she gone…?" the boy at the front asked in a rather fearful tone.

Lelouch suddenly cleared his throat, loud enough to catch everyone's attention, causing them to turn and face him. Looking around, he made sure that everyone had eye contact with his left eye and then he activated his Geass.

"You will all forget whatever it was you saw and go about your business as if nothing had happened," he said in a rather serious and somewhat demanding tone that expected no objections as the Geass insignia appeared in his left eye.

"Okay, we understand," everyone replied in identical cold emotionless robotic tones in unison as their eyes took on a rather dead look, completely devoid of al emotion and the irises of their eyes were highlighted by a light reddish orange glow that ran along their outlines.

Satisfied, Lelouch deactivated his Geass, though he had to admit that listening to all the students replying in unison in those robotic like tones was a bit frightening. However, he deemed it necessary to protect his secret. The police were after all in the perfect position to bring this to the attention of the higher ups. The other students then started going about their business, completely forgetting about the incident involving the wall and the three frightened boys were no longer frightened and went about their business like everyone else.

"Oh well, as much as I would have loved to know what the fuss was about, I can't risk having the authorities recognising me." Lelouch thought, waving it off as he made his way to the school building, "I may find out someday, but for the moment, it's best not to draw attention."

Author's Notes – Another chapter done. As Lloyd Asplund would say "Hip, hip hooray" I really wanted Orihime to understand her situation in the Code Geass world. I mean, Bleach in set in Japan in a fictional town in Western Tokyo, so therefore Orihime is Japanese and would be seen as an Eleven and I got the idea with the students believing that Orihime's trying to pass herself off as a Britannian from Ichigo getting into fights because of his hair colour and Orihime's bust does look so big that one could mistakenly believe that they're implants. Anyway, I also wanted Shirley to know about Orihime's powers in order for her to get an idea as to why she was kidnapped in the first place. I have plans for the pair of them. After all, Aizen's also set his sights on Shirley as well. The part where Lelouch erases everyone's memories of Orihime using her powers was just something that had to happen/ After all, Orihime displayed her powers and no doubt had everyone round about remembered, it would be difficult for me to have Orihime going around campus without anyone bothering her and coming up for an explanation for it that made sense. Having Lelouch panic about the police coming and discovering his secret was the first idea that came to me. I mean, if you've watched Code Geass, then you know that Clovis has an art museum with paintings featuring Lelouch and Nunnally and someone could easily recognise them. In fact that'll become a major plot device later. Next chapter will be going into Code Geass canon; starting with the meeting where Milly beats Lelouch with a newspaper (the scene in episode 3 after Lelouch kills Clovis) Just how will Orihime's presence affect events? Also, I have a fair idea of where this story is headed. It'll be a bit slow, but try to bear with me.