Code Geass: The World's Destiny

Code One: Anthologies That Bind The Contemporaries

Author's Note: Hello everybody! Thank you for reading Code Geass: The World's Destiny. To elaborate what my summary cannot, this story has some original elements that originated from my own mind like characters and elements from Code Geass like characters, setting, and basic plot. This is the first story I have written in a long time and I would appreciate any critical feedback, so PLEASE REVIEW! This story may contain graphic, language, or morbid elements but I guess that's normal for a story like this one. So, enjoy yourselves!

2009 a.t.b.

I remember this day as if it were yesterday…

Although I may have eventually remembered this day, it was stored into the depths of my mind's caverns, my mind's darkest chambers. Never would I have thought that this very day was the start of chaos, corruption, anguish, betrayal, revenge, hatred, love, and lamentations. Until the day I was able to finally remember this day and beyond, I thought my life would become ever so peaceful, but I guess I was wrong. Even with eyes clouded I bereft myself from these human pleasures and pushed myself into a world of demonic proportions. On this very day was the day I finally realized, until the day I was to remember the consequences of my actions, my future would become obscure and faded.

It was the spring of the year 2009 a.t.b in the capital of the Holy Empire of Britannia, Pendragon. The sky was clear of all pandemonium and blood-curling screams. The sun was blaring into my face with its effulgence. The book silently whispered its story to my heart, forcing my heart to absorb its message. A gentle breeze whirled, swirled, and twirled around me, waltzing with my long black hair. Tired blue eyes scanned the pages of my book. Trains rammed into one another, bursting my mind into raging flames, consuming every thought that tortured me by day. I may have been still a child, but I was a child with a precocious mind that unraveled all of the world's secrets of world and discord. I was an eight year old innocent girl who refused to take part of such a cosmopolitan world. But that day signaled my major participation in the affairs of the corrupted.

"Amelia?"

I lifted my face to stare at those hypnotic amethyst eyes. I knew that they carried such despair even before I peered into them.

"Yes, Your Highness?" I whispered into the small breeze.

Those beautiful amethyst eyes narrowed into thin slits, penetrating into my very being. I couldn't forget his quivering lips and quaking fists. "Is it true, Amelia?" he asked, his voice awaiting for an answer. His black hair danced side to side under the sun. His royal skin was clothed in the best fabric that Britannia could offer. After all, he is the sweet Eleventh Prince of Britannia, Lelouch vi Britannia.

"What do you mean if I may ask?" I never wanted him to know until the fated day.

"Is it true that you're leaving for Japan?" he corrected himself, holding back the very emotions that might consider him barbaric.

I bit my lip and lowered my head into my novel, The Divine Comedy by Dante Alighieri. I had wished I could have escaped into the Inferno, suffering an eternity in the rings of Hell, perhaps far from the gleaming Paradiso. I refused to admit it myself. I truly didn't want to leave but…

"So it is true," hissed Lelouch. "What about Nunnally and me? What would become of all of us?"

At that time, I knew I would cease to ever see their faces, the faces of the Royal Britannian Family. Nunnally, Euphemia, Cornelia, Schneizel, Clovis, and Lelouch would forever escape my eyes. I could never be with them for as long as I roam this world. I was an innocent, eight year old girl who never truly understood the meaning of sacrifice. I just wanted to escape his presence but I also wanted to embrace him. I had a divided soul.

I closed my eyes, pushing away the image of his distressed expression. "I am sorry, Lelouch," I was able to utter out. "I no longer have a reason to stay here. I don't belong with the Imperial Family much less the nobility. I want to see the world for as long as I'm free. This is for the best, my Prince, for we would one day see each other with different views of this world."

"Amelia…"

I slowly closed the cover and stood on my feet. "I will take my leave now, Your Highness. I truly do hope we do see each other soon." I bowed my head and walked into the rose gardens, heading straight for the villa. Someday, as you pass me on the street, we will either become strangers or enemies. I wish we could be like the stars and glow together with happiness, ignoring the black holes of this reality. Until that dream is finally realized, I would be filled with my regrets as it slowly consumes me. This is goodbye, Prince Lelouch vi Britannia.

As I walked those painful steps, I wished for the clouds to roar and spill all its rain unto me to hide my tears and to obscure my screams. Please have mercy on me and grant me a single wish. The book at my side fell onto the ground before the crimson roses. The soft breeze flipped its pages until a picture of Beatrice expounded to Dante the order of the angels appeared within its unfinished story. Winged-creatures of Heaven circled them, following her words. Dante looked on and revealed the awe in his eyes.

I sighed heavily into the azure sky. "If I was given the chance, Lelouch, I would stay forever by your side and protect you from those lacerations," I whispered into the breeze. "I will always treasure you as my dearest friend and my…"

Lelouch stood there with fists clenched with mixed emotions. He wanted to cry. He wanted to shed tears for me. Those were wasteful tears for I could not be affected by something of no value. What am I to you now, Lelouch?

"Amelia, why…?"

I don't know anymore.

I truly am lost.

Years have passed since then. The clouds shifted and the sun and moon continued to alternate overhead. This world was impossible to change for the better for war and blood would erupt on the surface of the earth. Eyes would remain in the mist while utopia would fall back into its slumber, waiting for the day when the world becomes still. Those days of innocence disappeared from the caverns of my subconscious. I have no longer remembered the crimson roses, those amethyst eyes, and my grief. I was reborn anew into this world.

And thus I begin my story of a king and a queen surviving a world obscured in chaos. In truth, my path continues to be left unknown, even to me. As you hear my improvisatory story of my life, please reflect on thy actions and words. My goal is to discover my true mask beneath all the others.

Two days has passed since the Shinjuku incident. Two days has passed since the alleged death of Clovis, Third Prince of the Holy Britannian Empire. I find kind of funny and I find it kind of sad that such an arrogant yet publicly benevolent prince died at the hands of an assassin. As the world scrambled to find his killer, I could only sit with the same bored expression displayed on my face. The news consistently mentioned the dear Prince's name, celebrating him as a martyr for equality amongst the Numbers and Britannians. Even I, a girl who isn't as sagacious as the avid spectator, could break past his veil of lies.

The door slid open behind me, light heels following it. "Lady X, you must see this," said my guest, Rika, urgently as she took a hold of the remote controller and searched through the many channels for her desired choice.

A news report appeared on the screen, but I was astonished at the subject. The son of the former Prime Minister Kururugi, Suzaku Kururugi, was dragged down towards the prison for being the suspected assassin of Prince Clovis. The screen panned closer to his face, focusing on his pleas of innocence to the guards. Every word received a bruise. He was mistreated because he was an Eleven by birth even though he is an Honorary Britannian. Inside, my mind was slashing through the depths of my subconscious, searching for that familiar face.

"Lady X, that is Suzaku Kururugi, the son of our former Prime Minister," informed Rika. "He was arrested for allegedly murdering Clovis two days ago. It has caused an uproar amongst the Japanese and the Britannians and controversy has arose to whether or not he truly committed such a crime."

I kept my eyes trained on the screen, observing the festivities with unclouded eyes. "What do you want me to do, Rika?" I asked her, my voice hoarse from the shock. "It is impossible for me to publicly save him without risking any lives."

Her image was mirrored by the television screen. I watched her bowed her head before she rose with closed eyes. "I only came to inform you of the current situation," she said with confidence in her tone. "I understand the risks fully but I believe that this would be the perfect opportunity for you to appear in public as the permanent leader of our faction, the White Swords. You haven't made your official debut and as your advisor, I believe you should bring fear to the people of Japan."

I smirked under my glass veil of a mask. "Fear, you say?" I laughed as my voice echoed throughout the room. "Rika, you sometimes must allow the pieces to play out in order to finally make the final move. Don't you feel the storm arriving soon? Most likely not, my dear, but I promise you, I will win and present to Japan the hero they have been seeking for. I refuse to fail, Rika. So please take note: if within the following week Suzaku were to be unfairly tried, then I shall risk everything."

I watched her expression changed through the television screen. Her eyes widened almost in surprise. "Lady X, are you gambling on this matter?" she inquired.

I lowered my head and grinned. "Of course, Rika," I replied to her with the utmost confidence. "Life is a game so in order to win, you must gamble on every situation. If he were to be executed before trial, then there is nothing I could do. Leading a ferment mass would do nothing but agitate the Britannians." I rose from my seat. "Please call for a meeting with all the generals and captains of the White Swords. I must address the new goal for this organization."

She straightened her stance, hands thrown to her sides as she bowed forward. "Yes, Lady X," she mumbled in my presence. Her brown hair draped over her face as she slowly rose from her form. She made her way towards the door and it slid behind her.

The moment I heard the familiar click of the closed door, I lifted my hands to my mask. I pulled it off and allowed my black hair to cascade past my hips. I trained my sapphire eyes on the white mask with the tinted face that shrouded my identity. Although my ashen identity was thought of as pure and innocent, in truth, my white gloves could never be rid of the black dirt. Insanity would force me to wipe clean my fragmented past, but I kept my head high. The truth is that I'm frightened of myself. I'm a stranger to myself. My former no longer exists. I am frightened. I don't know why I decided to go against my own native land, but I refuse to step back.

It was just three months ago and the night sky was glittering with the light of the distant stars. I remember that I was unable to sleep, so I had decided to wander through the settlement. But, as I awoke, I felt a strange surge of energy coursing through my body. I didn't know what it was, but I suddenly felt different, like a new and forgotten person. I know the dangers for a young girl like me wandering the streets of the Tokyo Settlement alone at night, but I wanted time to myself. I haven't told Sayako, Nunnally, or even Lelouch of my nighttime adventure as they had finally fallen in the slumber I so desired at the current moment.

"Hey, little lady," said a voice from behind me.

I decided to ignore it and kept walking. It must have been some guy trying to pick me up or something. "Pathetic," I mumbled to myself as I rolled my eyes. By ignoring him, I thought he would leave me be but that wasn't the case.

Something snatched my arm and that very person forced me to face him. Those lust-filled eyes flashed such sinful intentions. That malevolent grin was forever etched into my mind, never to be erased like carvings onto stone. Those lecherous eyes scanned my captured body, gleaming with satisfaction. He licked his lips hungrily. His black hair stopped at the nape of his neck and his green eyes continued to search my body for any imperfections. "I see that I've caught such a beautiful girl," he whispered into my ear. The smell of alcohol was streaming from his breath. "I will enjoy tonight."

I tried to wiggle from his grasp but each movement I made tightened his hold on me. "Please, sir, let me go," I pleaded. I was able to hear the fright in my voice and perhaps, that has excited him. "I beg of you, please let me go. I must return home."

He moved his lips to my collarbone and began to suck on the skin. "I'm sorry, babe, I can't do that," he said. His touch made me anxious and petrified. His hand started to run along my waist, searching for a way into my shirt.

As I was about to scream, his left hand quickly muffled the scream from my lips. He glanced around the empty the streets before glaring in my direction. I remembered how my body trembled uncontrollably and how I thought of the pain he would inflict upon me. I wanted someone, anyone to save me. I wanted a hero. I wanted…

He pushed me into the nearest alleyway, hiding his evil deeds from the outside world. I knew what was coming and I was scared. He tore at my clothes, ripping them from my body as he caressed and kissed the exposed flesh. I was trapped with no one to save me. If I die here, then how would my friends feel? Would they feel sorrow for my death or will they just forget about my existence? I could feel my body grow numb and my eyes lifeless.

"Please die…"

The man paused for a moment before grabbing a fistful of hair. "What did you say, bitch?" he screamed in my face. "Repeat yourself!"

As the stench of his vile breath consumed me, my eyes narrowed in anger. Energy surged through my fragile body, revitalizing it with adrenaline and power, power beyond any other. "Go die, you vile scum!" I screamed as I flailed from his reach. I could feel streams of tears rushing down my cheeks as he threw me onto the ground.

"No woman is allowed to defy me," he constituted. "A worthless woman like you will suffer and die a horrible death!" He leaned in closer to my face, his warm breath running down my neck. "If you behave, I promise it won't hurt." He turned me around and pinned my arms against the frozen ground.

"Die," I repeated once more.

He growled in exasperation. "You really think you're something, don't you?" The lust in his eyes swirled with his rage and irritation. He raised his hand and slapped me across my face, knocking my head into the brick wall once more. "Bitch, if you believe that someone will save you, then think again," he hissed in my face, his breath suffocating me. "No one will save you. No one would care. I could throw your dead body into the street and no one will care."

Maybe he was right. Even with his roaring voice, no one came to save me. Maybe that's how the world is: corrupted and selfish. No one has ever cared about me. No one will ever save me. I was going to perish tonight without the sympathy of the world's cruelty. I guess I have to accept my fate and die there. More tears rushed down my cheek. I am scared.

A single tear dripped from my chin and onto the barren, cold ground. As it fell, I could hear its screams of agony. When the impact destroyed it, I could hear it splatter. I wonder how Heaven feels like. Will I be free from this world? I…

Live.

I could feel my eyes widen at that voice. It was familiar.

You must live!

More tears fell. I have no reason to live.

Then search for a reason!

Search for a reason? Then I will live for…

"I will live," I whispered into the full moon.

The man smirked. "You want to live?" he said in askance. "You really must be a fool to decide to live. What about I teach you a lesson?" He ripped open my clothes, divulging my naked body to the cool, night breeze. My silver locket glinted in the moonlight. "Don't worry, my sweet. This will go by sweet and quick."

I couldn't move my hands nor could I move my head. I want my reason to fight. I need my reason to fight. If I could just move my head, I could…

If you would to receive such a power, would you fight and continue living?

Yes, said a voice of a distant memory and my voice.

I clenched my fingers into a fist. A power rushed through my once fragile body like electricity flowing down a cord. I turned my head to peer into his eyes.

Then, I was saved.

It was then I realized that I was not human. I had a power that laid dormant within my being. As I watched the perpetrator searched vigorously for objects to impale himself, I sat there stunned by the gory sight. He was driven insane by my power. This power was Geass, the power of the gods and the ultimate power of the universe. From deep within, I was able to unlock a power from the forgotten past. I was reborn as a demon. I was reborn as Amelia Clarisse Guinevere Stanford, once known to the silent people of Britannia as Amelia Atkinson. I am now a monster but I refused to be consumed by the power. I will control it and destroy it.

I slid down the wall, witnessing the pool of blood seeping from that man's body. My eyes widened and were forever scarred by the sight. I wanted to scream into this corrupted world. Yes, this world will never change. I will change it. I will find serenity within the world's core. It was then I stared up at the mocking full moon which shone its pure innocence down upon me.

The moment I entered the room, the jubilance disappeared and was replaced with the utmost silence and attention. All eyes bore into my very being, the intensity was overwhelming. I cleared my throat before starting. "Hello everyone," I greeted into the wave of silence. "I guess you have heard about Suzaku Kururugi, am I right? After the news of Kururugi's alleged assassination of Prince Clovis, I have decided to not give any aid to him."

Three people gasped as others widened their eyes in surprise. All at once, they began to question to me with a barrage of complaints. Ai broke through the silence and roared out her thoughts into my mask. "Lady X, Suzaku was brought unjustly before the Britannians as the murderer of Prince Clovis without any evidence. At this rate, he would be executed without a proper investigation. If we don't help him he can die!" Her fierce green eyes pierced through the tinted glass.

I held my hand out to my entire group of subordinates. My gloved hand laid open for them to see. "In my hand, what do you see?" I asked them.

They hesitated for a moment before answering. "Nothing, X," analyzed Ai, her tone filled with confidence and exasperation. "What does this have to do with anything?"

My laughter filled the rigid atmosphere. If one were to listen to such laughter, one would have thought that my sanity was finally murdered under the pressures of this world. "In my hand is fate," I claimed with such credence. "As seen here, fate could not be focused onto one spot, but it decides how far and how long it would expand. We must gamble on Suzaku Kururugi's life. In order to gather evidence of Britannia's treason against the Numbers, we must make sacrifices even if we are seen as cowards. You may hate me. You may even loathe me to your very core. Just this once, I want you all to believe in me. If I make the promise that I will protect Suzaku's life, will you grant me your trust?" I asked them, exerting the remains of my charisma unto them.

Everyone focused their eyes on Ai, who stood astonished by her lack of choices. There was only but one answer to give and I knew at that very moment I've won this battle. She bowed her head in defeat. "I will believe in you, Lady X," she whispered to me with a tone of loss in her voice. "You are our leader after all."

I grinned in satisfaction. "I appreciate it very much," I told them all. "Until the end, I guess."

An ephemeral cloud of silence hovered overhead, emphasizing the tension within the room. No one knew what to say next. I sighed and turned on my heel, preparing to leave the room. "I shall take my leave for the night, I suppose," I announced to them. "I bid you all a peaceful night." With that, I exited out the room and retreated to my underground quarters. As I waited for the elevator to stop at basement, I couldn't help but think about the prisoner's familiar face. He may have been the son of the former Prime Minister but he decided to become a soldier in the military as an Honorary Britannian. Amongst the Japanese, he must be the symbol of betrayal but if he truly did murder Clovis, he would be considered a hero and a fool.

The elevator dinged, signaling its stop at the desired destination. The doors gave way and I stepped into the blinding white corridor. As I made my way to my room, my footsteps would echo across the floors, sounding heavy and exhausted. My shadow trailed behind me, perishing in the light. The chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, its bulbs piercing through the crystal. Although this hall resembles innocence and purity, my own being is swirling in a shroud of obscurity and darkness. Since the moment I have decided to start such an organization, I knew for a fact that my reasons were for revenge not love. Thus my heart palpitates with every step, every scene, every word, and every emotion.

As I entered my private quarters, I removed my mask, my shield, my façade. Gently, I turned it over to face the black taint. This very mask protects my identity from the entire world. Although I am known to the public as the ninja that moves fluidly through the night and through the light, I will never achieve the peace I seek. Inside my very heart are the ambiguous feelings of my actions. I would constantly ponder on how such a trustful heart could continue?

I threw the mask onto my bed, stifling my screams of pure and utter regret. I am not a leader. I am just a woman who sought supporters. I needed him.

"Lelouch," I whispered to myself. I held my hands to my face, fingers trembling. Here I am, cowering in fear of being divulged. I clasp my hands over my mouth, concealing the foreboding screams. I wanted to take back my words. "Lelouch," I whispered once more. That one name was able to calm me.

The truth was that I needed to hear his voice.

When I was alone, I would hear his voice echoing through the caverns of my mind.

This obsession as consumed my entire being. I need to tell him I'm sorry. I need to apologize.

Yes, I will apologize for lying to him about my identity. Until then, I will live as Amelia Atkinson. I once lived as Amelia Clarisse Guinevere Stanford, Grand Duchess of the Holy Britannian Empire. I will forever uphold the façade of Lady X.

Yes, that is who I am. A woman of different masks. A woman who journeys to find her peace.

A woman who will finally remember.