A/N: Okay. So I decided that I should edit this rottening (wataword. XD) fanfic. I still don't know when I can go on with the story. I have yet to re-watch Code Geass eh. :P Sorry. =|

Disclaimer: I would never own Code Geass.

Memories

by Zero-onE001

Prologue

SHINJUKU GHETTO

A seventeen year-old lad, together with an unknown girl, had now been mistaken as terrorists. The girl had not yet uttered a single word since she was found popping out of a weird container by the lad—who happened to fall inside the truck where the container was in, so he decided to bring him wherever he went.

So now, an innocent bystander and a nameless young woman were being chased by some Britannian Officers for a reason they both didn't know.

The lad—who can be assumed as a high school student, judging by his uniform—dragged the girl with green tresses inside a dilapidated building.

And then they were cornered.

One of the Officers took the girl from him before looking at his companion. "We've got the object. What shall we do to the terrorist?"

"It'd be the best if we leave nothing and kill him," the other one said.

"I… I'm not a terrorist!" the lad protested, his eyes wide open at the realization that struck him: They were going to kill him. His thoughts was proven when the Officer that held the girl stepped backward as his companion pulled out a gun, pointing it at him.

He froze, and he closed his eyes tight.

There was a loud bang as the bullet escaped from the revolver, but an impact never came. He opened his eyes that beheld deep violet orbs and he shook upon seeing the girl running toward him in an inhuman speed, shielding herself.

"Don't kill him!" the mysterious green-haired lass managed to exclaim before the bullet shot a bizarre mark on her forehead—which was, unfortunately, the most sensitive part of her body.

The young high school student watched, as though it were on slow motion, the girl fall on her knees and on the cold earth beneath him. He wanted to go by her side, but fear didn't let him move. He can do nothing but to stare, a pool of blood expanding about her.

If he had a shocked expression plastered in his face, it was the same with the two Officers.

"W-we had killed the object," one of them nervously stated.

The other man spared a glance at the high school student before whispering quietly, enough for his confidant to hear. "We shan't let any witness to live."

They both nodded, readying their firearms and pointing it to the presumed terrorist.

"Halt!" a certain officer that happened to pass by, ordered. He caught the attention of the two officers who gave their salute to him. "You had killed the bait, now, leave that kid there!"

"But, officer! He is one of the terrorists!" an officer protested.

The newcomer's gaze lingered on the student. He shook his head. "No, he's just an innocent Britannian Student that got caught in here, so, leave him! We should clean this area!" he barked, stomping out of the shabby area. His fellow officers followed him as he left.

When they left, the violet-eyed lad weakly dropped on his knees beside the girl. He felt her pulse and his eyes widened at the bare pump on it. He looked around rather panicky, and miraculously, he saw a spare medical kit—briefly assuming that it had fallen from some Britannian soldier. He retrieved the thing before carefully evacuating the girl on a safer place.

He wrapped some bandage around her head to ease the bleeding. He also covered her with the blazer of his uniform, fully decided to bring her home, as Sayoko was there to give him a hand. The thought of bringing her to the hospital occurred to him, but he didn't bring her there for the fear of the Britannian soldiers that might kill her again.