A/N: Okay, this is the sad ending!

Disclaimer: plot is mine okay? It will be around seventy years after I publish this when you can copy it and say it's yours. You can wait. I don't mind because it would have been mine for seventy years and I might be dead or suffering memory loss.

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Excuse Me, But Who Are You?

Suzaku sighed for the umpteenth time as he pedaled his bicycle at a moderate pace. He let a small smile appear when he remembered Nunnally practically shoving him out the door, telling him that he needed to get on his bike and go for a little ride. That had been fifteen minutes ago. Suzaku tightened his grip on the handle bars as another shiver ran through him. One would have thought it strange, what with the ninety degree weather, for a man like him to be shivering because of the cold.

But it was not because of the temperature or anything. It was mostly because Suzaku felt like he needed to smoke. And perhaps drink a beer at the moment. After the death of his son, Takumi, Suzaku had lost his way and fell into a dark place. Had it not been for Nunnally, bless her kind heart, Suzaku was sure that he would have been chest high in debts, drugs, and booze. She made sure to hit him upside the head and remind him that none of his loved ones, dead or alive, would want him to live and die like that. So, with that sort of reminder, he tried and succeeded in leaving behind that dark was only moments like these that came back to haunt him.

At the sound of his name, Suzaku briefly turned his head and waved to the elderly woman who sat on the side walk, waiting for her husband to come home from work, not knowing that he has been dead for ten years already. When he turned back to the road in front of him, Suzaku let out a yelp and squeezed on the breaks as he came to the end of the side walk and a car whizzed by. Suzaku felt slightly irritated but did nothing as the car raced past and the driver shouted obscenities at him.

The tan skinned forty year old began to let his gaze wander as he waited for the light to shine red and the light for walking to come on. Right when he was about to look straight in front of him, a flash of black hair crossed his line of sight. Suzaku felt his jaw slacken in surprise as he saw who the owner of that beautiful black hair was.

Lelouch's purple eyes stared back at him from across the street. The traffic seemed to disappear as Suzaku tried to think of how crazy it all was. Lelouch couldn't be there. He's been dead for decades.

Yet Suzaku couldn't help the hope that rose to his chest. Unknowingly, he began to pedal his bike off the safety of the side walk and into the car filled street. It wasn't until he heard the sound of a truck's horn that he realized that he had ridden his bike straight into traffic while whispering Lelouch's name.

And then all he felt was pain.

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The tanned skinned boy opened his eyes against the sunlight and fought the urge to sigh. The brunette sat up slowly and was glad for the fresh breeze that blew into his home in the tree. The bed made no sound as he scooted closer to the edge and put his feet to the floor.

He hated that dream.

He knew that ever since he appeared in this world (wherever and whatever world that was) he has had that dream. And the strangest part was that he could never remember the dream. All that remained was the feeling of hope and terror and happiness and pain. Yet he was always glad before he fell asleep. Like it was supposed to be a good memory even though he couldn't remember it.

Just like everything else in this world. The boy did not have a name that he could remember. He couldn't even remember how he looked like. There were no mirrors in his tree house home. The only reason he knew what looked like was because he would go down to the lake that rested a while away from his home. And, even after spending another long while looking at himself, he would forget about it as he walked home.

In this world, if it could called that, memories did not exist. Slowly, ever so slowly, the man was being erased from existence. The part that made the man himself was disappearing, each and every day. Soon even his dreams would cease to exist. And even now, the green eyed man was forgetting about this little fact. Instead, he focused on just how beautiful the view was from his window.

Breathtaking was one word for it. He decided that he would just wander for the day and wish himself to his tree house when he felt tired. That was the way this place worked. So, after getting dressed in an outfit that seemed to match and sitting still for half an hour (gathering his energies), the brunette climbed down from his home and began to wander. Even though he was walking at a slow pace, the trees seemed to fly pass. The man couldn't focus on them long enough to get a detailed image nor could he stick that image in his mind. This place took those kinds of memories from him.

The man only stopped his wandering when another being came into his eyesight. This newcomer had ebony hair with pale skin that would have made a porcelain doll green with envy (whatever color green was and whatever envy meant). His amethyst eyes stood out against his beautiful features. It was then that the tan man decided that this being fit into this world perfectly. Well then why did he look so distressed?

A memory tried to stir itself into awareness but the world sapped away its strength. This caused the green eyed boy to come up with nothing but a blanket of blankness for this stranger. Yet another part called the man towards this beautiful doll.

"Excuse me," the brunette said as he brought himself closer to the other being. Said being looked shocked at being addressed before facing to him.

"Yes, what is it?"

"You look lost," the brunette said frankly as he continued to stare at the other being. The raven shook his head but didn't look like he knew why he was doing it.

"It's just that…well…I can't remember anything…" The brunette tilted his head and nodded.

"Yes, I understand," he said quite simply.

The purple eyed being stared at him, narrowing his eyes in thought. "I'm sorry to ask this but…who are you?"

The brunette felt something akin to surprise ripple across his being as he thought to the answer to the question. He stayed silent for a long while; contemplating what he was supposed to answer. Finally, he decided to tell the truth. "I…I actually have no idea…I mean…I know that I know but it feels like it is being buried."

The strange raven stayed staring at him in confusion before turning around and walking away.

"Well, good day then."

As the being walked away, the brunette felt a sharp pain flash through him and a name appeared.

"Wait! Lelouch!"

But the being did not stop and soon, he was out of sight. The green eyed being stayed staring at the spot where he last saw the raven before turning around and walking away.

That world sucked at that memory, burying it along with all the other memories that made up the human "Suzaku Kururugi". And no matter how hard he fought, "Suzaku" could not get it to stop sealing away the memories of another human called "Lelouch vi Britannia".

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Comments:

Yeah, this is the reason why I would rather go to hell than heaven. I was taught that, once you enter heaven, our memories of our time on earth would be taken away. That way, we don't feel sad or unhappy because Heaven is supposed to be a happy reward for those that deserve it. Also, so you don't grieve for those that didn't make it to heaven with you. So, in a way, we lose our sense of self and what not. I guess you could say it would be the perfect utopia but there are always flaws with those.

Well I hoped you liked. Please leave a review cuz those always make me happy! Thank you for reading.