Disclaimer: I do not own Code Geass.

Author Notes: Well, I wasn't supposed to actually publish this story until I at least completed a few of my other stories but this idea kept bouncing around in my head and I couldn't help it. Other stories too will be updated soon. Beta Reading done by Checkmate-13! Lots of thanks.

Enjoy!

Nothing is ever lost to us, as long as we remember it-

The Story Girl

"The brain, as you all might know as medical students, is the most fascinating object in all of the human body. Its functions are still a mystery just waiting to be cracked!" Professor Lloyd grinned widely as he surveyed the fresh minds of the newest batch sent to him. It was his job to make them perfect in what they were going to do and the best way to do that was the practical approach.

"The brain is the most complex organ, and so is often susceptible to different varieties of fascinating and, most of the time, dangerous diseases." He clapped his hands together and grinned even wider. "So I would like you people to go around the record room and pick out a case file for you to do your research on. You can pick any one file and you will study the disease the patient is infected with. You will also interview the patient; if he is in the condition to do so that is."

He made shooing motions with his hands. "Go on now." Turning his back to them, he headed towards his office with his assistant following behind him.

At the abrupt departure of their erratic Professor, the students began to scatter and Euphemia li Britannia- or Euphie, as she preferred to be called - was left standing with her two friends Kallen and Shirley.

"Well, this is interesting." Shirley commented lightly.

"It's the first time a professor has given us free reign like this." Kallen smirked. "I think I like it." Shirley giggled and Euphie smiled indulgently. She never thought she would become a doctor, but she did have a tendency to help sick people. Apparently becoming a nurse was a waste of her
brilliant brain according to Cornelia, so doctor it was.

"Let's go and choose our cases before the best ones are all taken." Shirley said leading them towards the files.

"There are so many cases over here."

The record room was huge with rows and rows of bookcases filled with files of different sizes. Euphie guessed that there might be around 10,000 files stored in here. She randomly picked up files before stuffing them back in. None of them had caught her interest yet.

Being a neurologist was not something that Euphie would have normally chosen, but there was something fascinating about the brain and the way it worked. So she had decided to go ahead with it and there was no better teacher than Lloyd Asplund in the city.

She flipped through another file and was about to stuff it in when one term caught her attention.

"Anterograde Amnesia." She said it aloud. The term sounded familiar though she couldn't exactly place what it was.

"What?" Shirley came up behind her and tried to look over her shoulder.

Euphie showed her the file. "This seems like an interesting case to take up. Let's go and ask Professor Lloyd more about it." Spotting Kallen a few rows away she waved the red haired girl over and after filling her in the three of them made their way towards Professor Lloyd's office.

Euphie knocked.

"Come in."

Lloyd was signing a few documents while Cecile was on the other side of the room by the filing cabinet.

"Ah, Miss Britannia, Miss Kouzuki and Miss Fenette. I see you have chosen a case already. What is it about?"

"Well that's what we would like to know." Euphie bit her lip and slid the folder over to Lloyd. He flipped it open and went through it with a thoughtful expression on his face. Kallen and Shirley exchanged a glance as they waited for Lloyd to tell them more about this particular case. Euphie had caught sight of a post-it note saying, 'Police Case' but she was more curious because of it.

Cecile stopped filing her papers to come and stand behind Lloyd to take a look at the case as well. Euphie didn't miss the way her eyes widened, but before she could think more about it
Lloyd slammed the folder back on the desk and looked at them with a big grin.

"You lot stumbled on an interesting case. This person suffered from Anterograde Amnesia, also known as short term memory loss. It means that he cannot remember anything for more than fifteen minutes. Of course he will still remember basic body functions and things
like language, but he won't remember events or people from his past. A blunt trauma has affected his memory centre and impaired his ability to make new memories. "

"In short, he neither can remember anything from before the impairment without a little probing nor can he remember the things that happen for longer than fifteen minutes." Lloyd explained in simple terms.

Before either of them could ask or comment on it, Cecile spoke up.

"But I would recommend you not take up this case." Cecile advised, a slight warning in her tone.

"Why?" Euphie frowned in confusion. It seemed like a simple case and an interesting one too.

"This is a police case." There was a slight grimace on Cecile's face. Euphie remembered the note saying 'Police Case' that she had ignored when she was going through the file. There were nearly no details about what exactly had taken place, but the general idea was that someone had hit the subject on the head with a hard blunt object, causing damage to the temporal lobe. Sadly, the perpetrator was never caught and the case was closed.

"But if you want to do it so desperately, then feel free!" Lloyd cut in with a grin. Cecile was quick to admonish him.

"Don't you dare go around giving dangerous ideas to youngsters, Lloyd! You know very well that-"

"Miss Cecile don't worry about it. I am not going to take up the case." Euphie cut in. She would have not minded taking up the case despite Cecile's protests but she was sure that Cornelia wouldn't be happy to see her involved with a police case. Even if it was a closed one.

With one last curious glance at the folder she turned to leave with Kallen and Shirley, the image of the young brown haired, green eyed man stuck in her brain.

-Meanwhile, in another part of town-

A man smashed into a rickety old wooden table that stood no chance against the weight of a fully grown adult. Splinters pierced his back, drawing blood. The man groaned as he rolled over in pain. Squinting his eyes, he looked up at the silhouette of the person he was running from.

The person entered and it was over within seconds. The man laid there bleeding, his life long gone. The person stood over him, glaring at his body.

Suddenly a beeping noise filled the small room and confusion clouded the person's face as he took in the body lying by his feet and the destroyed state of the room.

The beeping sound seemed to come from a polaroid camera that was in one of his jacket pockets. He searched through his other pockets and came away with a bunch of photos that seemed to be taken from the polaroid camera. He went through them.

His manager. Lawyer. Doctor. Milkman. Ah...He bent down and compared the man in the photo with the body by his feet. They were a perfect match.

He read the caption.

'To be killed'

Blinking a few times, understanding dawning on him; he stood and with one last look at the body walked out of the room.

Police were swarming the scene within hours.

"Sir, who do you think did this?" Reporters were loitering on the steps of the building, pouncing on any policeman they could see. Kewell grimaced. He normally didn't mind a little publicity but the reporters were just hindering the police.

After pushing through the throng of reporters he managed to enter the building.

"Sir." A junior officer jumped up and gave him a salute. He nodded before turning towards the body.

Frowning, he thought back to the string of murders that this was related to. He was one of the most experienced people in his department but this case had him stumped. This was the 5th murder to take place in the past 8 months, and as far as the victims were concerned there was no connecting link between them except for the fact that they were all beaten to death brutally.

If they could only find out who the culprit was.

"Sir. Orders?"

"CCTV camera footage of this entire area. Details on the victim. Eye witnesses." Kewell glanced one last time at the man lying in his own blood. "I need all the reports on my desk within an hour."

There was a serial killer on the loose and he was going to be the one to catch him.

The alarm beeped and he groaned. Reaching out, he turned it off before sitting up. He felt strangely disoriented, like he couldn't remember where he was or what he was doing here.

'Don't panic' was the note pasted on the wall opposite his bed. He frowned in confusion.

He slowly got up and looked around cautiously. There didn't seem to be any immediate danger, but one can never be too careful. He decided to proceed cautiously.

He was in an unknown house in an unknown bed with no memory of how he got there. He numbly climbed out of bed before making his way to the washroom. He had to check a few rooms to find it but he was able to locate it without too much difficulty. Entering the washroom, he glanced at the note behind the mirror.

'Remove your shirt'

There were still a lot of questions in his mind, but something told him that it would all be answered if he followed the instructions. He licked his lips as he proceeded to remove his shirt.

His lean and slightly muscular body seemed to be the canvas of a tattoo artist. There was black ink swirls all over his chest and torso and when he twisted he could see similar inscriptions on his back too. He noted that they weren't any ordinary tattoos, but words and numbers that didn't seem to make any sense.

Then he caught sight of the name in the middle of his chest.

That was the name that stood out from all the other inscriptions on his body.

The name brought an onslaught of memories with it and none of them were happy ones. As he remembered the horrible memories, Suzaku couldn't keep back the scream that tore out from his throat and bounced and echoed off the bathroom tiles.

His eyes caught another inscription across his chest stretching from one shoulder to another and he bared his teeth trying to control himself. There were tears streaming down his face as sobs shook is body.

That man would pay dearly for what he had done.

Suzaku would make sure of it.

Author Notes: Well, this was the intro. For people who didn't get my explanation of Anterograde Amnesia : You can't remember anything in your past (except for a few things that too only with a little probing) nor can your brain make new memories. So even after you are affected with it you can't retain anything. So it isn't like amnesia where you only forget the past but can still can new memories.

Oh, and I am not satisfied with the title of this fic so recommendations are welcome :)