Hi! Okay, this is my first fic, so it probably won't be that great. I never intended to make an account and publish a story, I was just going to be a nameless lurker who read fan fiction and never reviewed or anything. But, one day I was volunteering in a special education kindergarten room and this idea for a story just hit me (strange place, I know). I just couldn't get it out of my head. So here is my best attempt to get my idea down. Please review, I want to know what you think of my writing, and how I could improve. Oh, and tell me about any typos I may have made and anything that doesn't make sense. Well, here it is!

~Blue

Warning: Spoilers for the ending of R2

Disclaimer: I do not own Code Geass.

Chapter One: Encounter

The date is 2038 A.T.B., twenty years after the successful completion of the secret operation that would ensure world peace, the Zero Requiem. The Holy Britannian Empire has released all of the captured territories previously known as "areas" and stopped its quest of world domination under the rule of the beloved Empress Nunnally vi Britannia. Japan, the former Area 11, has a new generation who have never felt the oppression of occupation. Japan has truly become an independent nation, and a vital member of the United Federation of Nations. However, despite the effect the Britannian occupation and wars had had, it was hardly ever mentioned except in hushed voices. In fact, most young Japanese, and even Britannians, had never even seen a picture of Demon Emperor Lelouch vi Britannia.

Eighteen year old Blayne McAlistor was wandering around the back streets of Tokyo. His unruly blonde hair, bright, emerald green eyes, and Ashford Academy uniform set him apart from the rest of the people around him. But Blayne didn't care very much about where he was or how he looked at the moment. He was too busy thinking about how screwed up his life had become lately.

At first glance, Blayne's life was perfect. The only child of high-ranking Britannian nobles, Blayne always had everything he wanted or needed. When he was little, every year his birthday was a huge ordeal, with entertainers and animals and everything in between. He had traveled the world and met many important people, including Britannian Empress Nunnally vi Britannia, her Prime Minister Cornelia li Britannia, and the legendary Zero. As of right now, Blayne was living in Japan with his best friend, Keiji Oghi, son of longstanding Prime Minister of Japan Kaname Oghi. Both young men were popular members of the Ashford student council, with Keiji as president and Blayne as vice president. Yes, Blayne's life certainly seemed perfect.

"But looks can be deceiving, very deceiving," Blayne muttered bitterly. The truth was Blayne's life was perfect. Was, as in had been. He had actually become an only child three months before when his 13 year old sister, Annobel, had died. It really wasn't anyone's fault, but it had been the final straw. Things had already been tense, as the McAlsitors were in jeopardy of losing their title of nobility. That, along with Annobel's death, had made Blayne's parents simply explode at each other. The fighting was nearly constant, and after a while, he couldn't stand it anymore. So, he had escaped to Japan. Of course, Keiji's family had taken him in. Prime Minister Oghi had to be one of the kindest people Blayne knew, and that along with the fact that Oghi was one of the founders of the Black Knights, he could definitely understand how the man had been elected into office for the past 20 years. Villetta Oghi was slightly scarier. She had kept her post as Ashford's gym coach, and also her Britannian Baroness title. That, along with her history as a fierce warrior and skilled Knightmare pilot, made her one of the most respected women in the country, and rest assured her students never talked back and rarely skipped class. Despite this, she was still a kind person, willing to accept Blayne into her home.

Which brought him back to his original problem, the reason why he had come to Japan in the first place: Annobel and his fighting parents. Blayne had always been close to Annobel, or Anna as he called her, so her death had hit him especially hard. She hadn't been in the best of health, so it really wasn't a huge surprise to anyone that she had passed so young. Funny, they could fix a fractured spine and cure paralysis, like in Empress Nunnally's case, but somehow the bigwig scientists still hadn't figured out a cure for cancer. Being noble, Anna had received the best medical care available, but a fat lot of good that did. He wished that he could just go into another world, or at least see something different than reality.

With a groan, Blayne realized where exactly in Tokyo he was. And the fact that he had no idea how to get out of there. Some of the other men on the street were looking at him strangely, and he realized just how out of place he was, a wealthy Britannian walking the grimy underworld of Tokyo. As he reached into his pocket, Blayne realized he had stupidly left his phone at home on his dresser. He quickly turned down a small alleyway, hoping to get some refuge from the stares while he figured out how to get home. "Crap," he muttered under his breath, meaning both his current situation and his life.

"I can help you, you know."

Blayne spun around to face the man behind him who had spoken. The young Britannian man looked to be about his own age. He had appeared out of nowhere, and had, Blayne was reluctant to admit, startled him. He had never seen the guy before in his life, and honestly, he kind of freaked Blayne out. Anyone who could approach the young Britannian, who had been trained in combat, without alerting him was an anomaly. As Blayne looked closer at the young man before him, he realized that the person was also Britannian, not Japanese as he had originally thought.

"Um, no thanks, I think I can get home from here by myself, but thanks for the offer." Blayne turned around and started walking towards the opposite end of the alley.

"Oh, no, Blayne. I wasn't talking about that kind of help."

He spun around, looking at the strange teen. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded. How the heck did this guy know his name? He couldn't be one of his parents' political rivals from the homeland, could he? Oh, crap, this was just looking better and better.

The man completely disregarded the question. "Well, I suppose I could help you get back to the Oghi residence also," he mused. The purple eyed man gave a quick nod, reached into his pocket, and before Blayne could react, pulled out a cell phone and tossed it to him.

"Uhh, thanks, I guess. But how do you know my name and where I live? Just who are you? And what the hell were you talking about earlier when you said you could 'help' me?" Blayne was pissed at this point. Here came this guy, acting as if he knew everything about him! It was just plain creepy. And how the heck did he know, anyway?

"Now, now, Blayne, don't get so worked up. I'm sure Annobel wouldn't like to see her kind, loving big brother this way. May she rest in peace, of course. I truly am sorry for your loss."

Blayne took a shocked step back. This guy knew about Annobel. Only the closest of family friends were told about her passing, and Blayne knew them all, but he sure didn't know who this strange teen was.

"Now, about your questions," the youth continued. "I have many names, some used more than others. As of right now, you don't need to know any of them; that will come another time. As for how I know about you, let's just say I have had my eye on you for a while now. I believe you are the right person to help me."

"I thought you said you wanted to help me."

"I do. If you agree to help me, it will be helping you at the same time. You want your life back. You want your parents to stop fighting, you want to keep your nobility, and most of all, you want dear little Anna back. You want to escape this world and exist inside of an illusion. You feel like this world, which is supposed to be full of peace, has done its best to destroy yours. You want to reform the world how you believe it should be."

Blayne was shocked. He couldn't move. This complete and utter stranger had just laid bare his innermost thoughts, some of which he hadn't even acknowledged himself. It was true. All of it. Blayne wanted to fix the world that had taken almost everything from him.

"H-how? How did you..." He couldn't even complete the thought.

"How did I know?" The raven haired man smirked. "Believe me when I say I've felt the exact same way. The desire to change the world, all for the sake of a little sister. You don't want those desires to end here, do you? You have a reason for action. If I grant you power, could you go on? I propose a deal. In exchange for this power, you must agree to make my one wish come true. Accept this contract and you accept its conditions. While living in the world of humans, you will live unlike any other: a different providence, a different time, a different life." And to Blayne's utter amazement, the young man before him began to laugh, like he found what he had just said exceedingly funny. "I apologize. It's simply that, many years ago, an accomplice of mine said very similar words to me. Almost identical, in fact. Those words sparked something big, much bigger than she or I, indeed larger than a million people. In fact, that flame is still burning, although many people believe otherwise. But I am here now to finally snuff it out, once and for all. Consider my offer. You don't have to tell me now." The man turned and began walking down the alley.

"W-wait! How will you know when I've decided?" Blayne called out to the man's retreating back.

The violet eyed man raised his arm above his head in a lazy wave. "I'll know, McAlistor." He replied. "I'll know."

Blayne couldn't move as he watched the youth walk away. He couldn't comprehend what had happened. He had been thinking about his life, and how he wished he could change it, or at the very least escape it. Then someone had just shown up and offered him the power to change it. What the hell was that all about? The teen was obviously insane, and escaped from some sort of institution. "Maybe not," the annoying little voice in the back of his mind argued. "He knew your name, and he knew about Annobel." Damn, his subconscious made a good argument. He shrugged. For now, he would forget about it. He would just focus on getting home, and think about the troubling encounter later. Just then, Blayne realized he was still clutching the cell phone in his hand. He quickly used it to call Keiji to come get him, before trying to figure out how to get the phone back to the mysterious person. "Later," he repeated.

So there it is! The first chapter of 20 Years. It took me forever to write, as my mom is having friends from Chicago come, so I wrote this off and on while cleaning out the dishwasher multiple times, picking up my room, doing laundry, and making a cake. Please review! You'll be my best friend!