Uhhhhh so I got really lazy and skipped a pretty important scene-- I am so sorry. Let the length make up for it.
Lelouch wakes from another dream of fields of sunflowers and the back of that man and his mother slaughtered and he thinks, I am going to kill them before we ever reach the capital. Suzaku and Kallen may be his friends, but their usefulness is nothing that can't be replaced by a red-eyed glare and a few well-chosen words. They just don't realize what thin ice they're really on when they carry on into the night like this.
There's really nothing quite as horrible as waking up annoyed, not for Lelouch at least. His rage is that which cannot be reasoned with as he drags himself from the pathetic pile of threadbare blankets upon which he had slept (if indeed that uncomfortable, short-lived, restless few hours could really be called sleep). He crosses the dirt-floored hut with heavy feet, shuffling so loudly that the two outside, previously shouting, hush as suddenly as deer spotting predators.
The door gives way with a little push and a little splinter which, at this point, is really only god throwing fuel on his fire. Sure enough, as he peers blearily into the surrounding night, there is Kallen and there is Suzaku, facing off across a small crackling fire, fully dressed and hands tensed over weapons. Their bodies are turned to each other, but their heads twist to stare warily at Lelouch.
The three of them spend a clipped eternity in silence, tense and drowning in their own separate secrets and demons. Lelouch cracks open the one eye that pains him most and lets a shiver of fear pass through them. Gradually Suzaku twists his body to face Lelouch, and they all glare: Kallen at Suzaku and Suzaku at Lelouch and Lelouch back at Suzaku.
"What is it?" Lelouch spits at them, voice rough.
"It's between us--" Kallen barks, her most classic line but delivered too quickly--
"We were arguing," Suzaku says.
"Clearly," Lelouch sneers. "When are you two not?"
"About you," Suzaku finishes before Kallen can retaliate and divert the conversation.
Lelouch thins his lips into a flat, unimpressed line and Kallen gnashes her teeth together. Even in the dark Lelouch can see that Suzaku is shaking and his eyes glisten and shine with a hundred tiny lights-- fire dancing in tears.
Lelouch says-- and he says gently, because he knows exactly the rage in his friend now-- "Not me. Euphemia."
"Euphemia," Suzaku confirms.
Not even Kallen can look so savage when Suzaku sounds like that. Lelouch waits and Suzaku snarls and lashes out. Lelouch figured this day was coming. He lets it happen.
Two mornings later C.C. catches up to Lelouch. She knows it must be him because she notices all of the patrons of the restaurant file out in straight lines, dazed and unknowing where they are going. Sure enough, when she ducks the hangings and squints her eyes against the contrast of dazzling windows and dim walls, she spots Lelouch--
Several individual tables have been pushed together, and all are laden with fine, steaming foods. No servers, no customers, and no cooks are to be seen-- there is only Lelouch, at the head of this long table, leaning back against the wall and gazing listlessly at his little charm.
C.C. joins him quietly, holding her sunflower kimono delicately. Lelouch seems unsurprised to see her.
"You still hold that impossible ambition in your heart?" she asks lightly, nodding to the charm that dangles so innocently from the sheath of his knife.
"I will find them," Lelouch responds lowly.
"Where are your bodyguards?"
"I'm in need of new ones."
C.C. smiles slowly, cruelly. Lelouch looks away.
"I told them the truth," Lelouch admits.
"Finally."
"And they both decided they wanted nothing to do with it."
"I see." She pauses, then asks, "Do you think you can kill the emperor and rescue your sister on your own?"
"Of course not," Lelouch spits, looking up at last. "That's why I say I need--"
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carisma_sensei
Samurai Champloo + Code Geass
Date: 2012-02-13 08:38 pm (UTC)Lelouch wakes from another dream of fields of sunflowers and the back of that man and his mother slaughtered and he thinks, I am going to kill them before we ever reach the capital. Suzaku and Kallen may be his friends, but their usefulness is nothing that can't be replaced by a red-eyed glare and a few well-chosen words. They just don't realize what thin ice they're really on when they carry on into the night like this.
There's really nothing quite as horrible as waking up annoyed, not for Lelouch at least. His rage is that which cannot be reasoned with as he drags himself from the pathetic pile of threadbare blankets upon which he had slept (if indeed that uncomfortable, short-lived, restless few hours could really be called sleep). He crosses the dirt-floored hut with heavy feet, shuffling so loudly that the two outside, previously shouting, hush as suddenly as deer spotting predators.
The door gives way with a little push and a little splinter which, at this point, is really only god throwing fuel on his fire. Sure enough, as he peers blearily into the surrounding night, there is Kallen and there is Suzaku, facing off across a small crackling fire, fully dressed and hands tensed over weapons. Their bodies are turned to each other, but their heads twist to stare warily at Lelouch.
The three of them spend a clipped eternity in silence, tense and drowning in their own separate secrets and demons. Lelouch cracks open the one eye that pains him most and lets a shiver of fear pass through them. Gradually Suzaku twists his body to face Lelouch, and they all glare: Kallen at Suzaku and Suzaku at Lelouch and Lelouch back at Suzaku.
"What is it?" Lelouch spits at them, voice rough.
"It's between us--" Kallen barks, her most classic line but delivered too quickly--
"We were arguing," Suzaku says.
"Clearly," Lelouch sneers. "When are you two not?"
"About you," Suzaku finishes before Kallen can retaliate and divert the conversation.
Lelouch thins his lips into a flat, unimpressed line and Kallen gnashes her teeth together. Even in the dark Lelouch can see that Suzaku is shaking and his eyes glisten and shine with a hundred tiny lights-- fire dancing in tears.
Lelouch says-- and he says gently, because he knows exactly the rage in his friend now-- "Not me. Euphemia."
"Euphemia," Suzaku confirms.
Not even Kallen can look so savage when Suzaku sounds like that. Lelouch waits and Suzaku snarls and lashes out. Lelouch figured this day was coming. He lets it happen.
Two mornings later C.C. catches up to Lelouch. She knows it must be him because she notices all of the patrons of the restaurant file out in straight lines, dazed and unknowing where they are going. Sure enough, when she ducks the hangings and squints her eyes against the contrast of dazzling windows and dim walls, she spots Lelouch--
Several individual tables have been pushed together, and all are laden with fine, steaming foods. No servers, no customers, and no cooks are to be seen-- there is only Lelouch, at the head of this long table, leaning back against the wall and gazing listlessly at his little charm.
C.C. joins him quietly, holding her sunflower kimono delicately. Lelouch seems unsurprised to see her.
"You still hold that impossible ambition in your heart?" she asks lightly, nodding to the charm that dangles so innocently from the sheath of his knife.
"I will find them," Lelouch responds lowly.
"Where are your bodyguards?"
"I'm in need of new ones."
C.C. smiles slowly, cruelly. Lelouch looks away.
"I told them the truth," Lelouch admits.
"Finally."
"And they both decided they wanted nothing to do with it."
"I see." She pauses, then asks, "Do you think you can kill the emperor and rescue your sister on your own?"
"Of course not," Lelouch spits, looking up at last. "That's why I say I need--"