As (Y/N) ran out of the gate, still hearing Mao's shrieks, one thought came to her as her feet pounded against the cobble stones outside the farm house. How can I trust this man Mao, he might've erased my memories in order for me to be captured there with him. What if Lelouch is my lover, and I was kidnapped? Or what if Mao was someone I was close with and I'm running to the wrong person...

She ran until her feet because bloody on the harsh rocks and filthy from the dirt pathways through the fields. Once (Y/N) caught sight of a cluster of buildings she stopped and panted, her head almost down to her knees. There really was nothing in her memories, as if someone had left an instruction manual yet erased the internal data. Mao can't have been anything to me, he didn't hug me, kiss me, or act loving in any way. If anything I want to find someone who cherishes me right now. I feel so alone and empty, empty except with...

As she panted, she looked down at the hand resting on her knee. A beautiful ring hit the sunlight, reflecting into her eye. Shocked, (Y/N) slid it off and stared at it blankly for what seemed minutes.

A yell tore through the bird's whistling and the gentle hums of the city before her. Glancing back, (Y/N) saw a man with pure white hair tearing down branches and plants to make it up the hill below. A shallow gasp escaped from her, shoving the ring back on and continuing to run, wincing through the pain. The field turned into another hill and she barreled downwards, building up speed with the incline. Making her way up the narrow alleyway, she burst into the bustling street of cars and bicycles. Overwhelmed with the noise and smell, her head reeled and she stumbled forwards into a parking meter. There were a few gasps and hurried footsteps, but all she could focus on was how sickly she felt.

Two hands grasped her waist tightly, and a warm hard chest pressed against her back.

"My love, I've found you at last."

Trying to focus her blurred sight and spinning head, she attempted to turn around to peer at the man she felt hold her. The feeling was gone, and she felt a chilly breeze hit her back. Suddenly, cold metal encased her wrists and the sound of the clasp was all too scary. Letting out a whimper, of which she grimaced at, the police officer yanked on her handcuffs. "This way, you're going to the palace."

She pulled on (Y/N)'s handcuff chain and threw her into the backseat of a nearby police car. While (Y/N) felt distraught and utterly exhausted, she hoped she would get at least a decent meal and shoes at the palace if anything. Slumped into the seat, she looked blankly through the meshed wall in between her and the driver. "Have I been arrested?"

"No, you haven't, you have been detained."

"I-I think I was kidnapped, by a man with silver white hair and uh... uh.. purple eyes with.. a strange symbol. I have been running for hours and I-"

"You won't run again."

Shocked by the woman's reply, (Y/N) sat there in silence, trying to calm her heavy dry breathing. The car approached a tall gate, and the dark car in front of them turned off onto a different route quickly. However, the police car kept going, admitted by security, and continued until a expensive royal-like court yard was in sight. The police officer stepped out of the card and opened the door, pulling (Y/N) out of it. She was led up the front stairs and through a huge glass door into a purely transparent pavilion with a lavish garden in the foreground. The police officer bowed and left, running out the door and back to her car.

"(Y/N), you've finally come back to me" came an alluring voice. She turned slowly, seeing a man dressed in white walk towards her. A grasp caught in her throat as she surveyed him swiftly. Who is this man, he has such dark silky black hair, and those eyes.. such a brilliant shade of purple...

"I trust you kept my ring, and didn't sell it." He said, reaching out and touching her hand with surprising warmth. "I-I.. who are you?"

He froze, staring at her long and hard. "I am Lelouch, you.. don't remember me?"

"N-No, I'm sorry, I just, I just escaped from uh, someone had me captured, his name was Mao, he might be a criminal. He said he wiped my memories but how is that even possible and he mentioned your name, are yo-"

Lelouch clenched her arms tightly, then drew her in close. His hands slowly traveled all over her body, as if he had much practice in doing so. Her face was pressed into his chest, only released when he raised his hands up her body grazing her curves until he clasped her face. Drawing her face upward with one hand and her eyes met his, she could see a small tear in the corner of his eye.

She doesn't remember, I would never have had the heart to do it myself, however if Mao has done this, it makes my plan as too easier. However, Mao will die before tomorrow, how dare he touch my fiance, with his filthy, unworthy hands.

Why is he looking at me like this... was this really my fiance...

"I-I thought you were dead my love..."

Lelouch leaned forwards, capturing her lips with his in a deep smooth kiss, seemingly robbing her of her energy to move. She slumped into his arms, feeling herself envelop into him. Their lips parted and he found (Y/N) unconscious in his arms.

Authors Note: I've been gone for a while, I graduated high school and started college. I have a greater passion of writing ever since I started writing fan fiction in 2014. Because of my amazing supporters online, I have been inspired by the feedback all of you have given me. I am so incredibly thankful, and I am back to writing on Quotev. I would love some feedback as to how the story is progressing, if it's too fast or how in general all of you are liking the recent update. Thank you all and I hope everybody is safe and healthy in this time of COVID-19.