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Massaging his temples with the long fingers, Lelouch couldn't help suppressing a sigh. He hadn't gotten any sleep at all last night due to the eerie dream, and out of the blue, Suzaku phoned him this morning, heralding that they would be having a mock exam in calculus today (where and how he got that information, Lelouch had no clue but it was affirmed), making the raven-haired teen almost tumble on the sidewalk.

Who was she? Lelouch thought somberly, his face grave. Why does she keep appearing in my dreams? I'm pretty sure I have never seen the girl before. Was Shirley right? Am I really mental and need help desperately? Are those dreams foreshadowing something? Do I need to talk to a councilor about this?

I'm out of my mind… was his last thought before he heard someone yell. "Hey what are you doing!"

It was followed quickly by numerous honking.

HONK! HONK! HONK!

Lelouch looked up with bewilderment evident on his face, his limps and mouth went slacked as he stared straight ahead at an oncoming truck that was going at him with full force, showing no signs of stopping.

To his left, the traffic light flashed a red color for pedestrians. It must have been on a while ago but he was too engaged in his own thoughts that he paid no attention to the surroundings and now looked at the awful result.

He was going to be run over and die a meaningless death.

Too late to make an escape. The sharp-piercing honking of the truck drowned out all the cries of the other people and its wheels kept dragging on, showing no mercy for its poor victim.

Lelouch shut his eyes tightly, hands balling into a fist. Is this the end… Nunnally?

Then, Do you really want to die, boya? A voice sounded somewhere in his head.

The next thing he felt was not the hideous crushing of his bones but a strong shove, which sent him five feet away from his spot, toward the pavement with him landing abashedly on his butt.

The truck passed by as if nothing had just happened. Its driver turned his head to stare curiously at the supposedly dead teen, frowning. "You OK there, buddy?" he called out, sounding doubtful himself.

Lelouch could only nod speechlessly.

"How did you do that?" a young woman gasped. "You just like… flew."

"I…"

"Maybe miracles do exist after all," an old man commented. "Perhaps your time is not now."

"But he flew!"

"How is that even possible?"

"What truly matters is that there isn't a red pool of blood on the street with scattered bones and flesh, so we should all be grateful." Several murmurs followed that in agreement.

Lelouch was still sitting there, not bothering to get up or act blissfully that he'd escaped the eye of God of Death. Instead, among the small crisis arousing around him, he was still staring straight ahead at where he had been just a moment ago. Do you want to die, boya? The sound of a whisper still resonated inside his head.

"So there's no harm inflicted on you?" Kallen inquired as the foursome sauntered home.

"I told you I'm fine. I managed to get out of the way before it hit me." No way could he have told them the truth, if he truly wished to be sent to the psychiatric hospital for good, that is.

"You really got me worried lately you know," the orange-haired girl heaved a small sigh, "if you keep being careless like that, you'll get killed eventually."

"I'll try not to before I graduate," he muttered.

"C'mon girls, give him a break," Suzaku chimed in, chuckling, "he's alright now. That's all that matters right?"

"Thank you, Suzaku," it was Lelouch's turn to chuckle. He could indeed rely on his best friend to pull him out of these persistent situations.

The foursome strolled for a while until they reached the first destination. "All right, I'm off. See you at school tomorrow," the raven-haired teen called out as he waved at them, and earned many 'see ya's in return.

He watched them walk away until his friends were out of sight. Only then he turned toward his apartment and unlocked the door.

Now back in his regular and homey environment, Lelouch took off the carefree mask that he always wore during school times and replaced it with a frightened and anxious face.

He couldn't help sliding down onto the floor with his back against the door. A strong turmoil was boiling at the pit of his stomach, causing him to close his tired eyes. And this time, there was no one to comfort him, to give him protective hugs while convincing him that everything would be OK.

This morning, he was so close to the God of Death's grasp. If the latter reached out his hand a little bit further, he'd surely have the former by now in his iron grip. Nevertheless, he didn't – he couldn't, because someone had intervened, and that someone was the girl in his dream.

How could it be possible?

Lelouch put his chin on the knees and wrapped his arms around his head, trying to calm his nerves. Was he still dreaming when that happened? Did he really have superpower of his own to fly out of that life-threatening situation? But more importantly, how could she save him if she were merely a fragment of his dream?

There's only one way to find out.

With a determined look set on his handsome features, Lelouch picked himself up from the spot and walked toward his bedroom. Making sure all the shades and curtains were closed, he proceeded toward the comfortable bed and flopped down on it, regardless of changing out like he usually did, and shut his bright violet orbs, welcoming sleep with arms wide open.

He leisurely opened his eyes and as expected, a pair of eyes stared back at him.

The deep and dolorously golden eyes.

He slowly brought up his hands and placed them against the barrier.

She mirrored his actions, and floated in closer to the invisible frame.

Then without warning, he pounded on it as if trying to break it, to get into her world or vice versa.

She shook her head, mouthing something.

He didn't understand. Shaking his own head, he pounded on the wall once again; his behavior reflected desperation.

She shook her head more vigorously this time, and pulled in quite close, suggesting him to do the same.

And he did.

A word escaped her lips. He's shocked to find out what that was.

Closing his eyes, he tried to settle down his mind.

One, two, three…

Then, everything broke loose. The shield was crumpling down, swarms of bubbles floated up past them, and before he knew it, he was falling down deep into the abyss of darkness.