Rex Sun

It took a while to figure out how to do this one, but once I hit upon the general idea of the scene, this churned out like magic. I hope this is what you're looking for.



Suzaku met the first officially sanctioned human disaster in a church.

He said his name was not actually Zero, that Zero was just the number of people he let live what crossed him. He'd come to confess for all the murders he'd committed, and the list was long. Suzaku heard the stories of the human devil from the outside before-- hearing them from the inside was not much different. 

When finally the man fell quiet, Suzaku took a discreet swig from his flask so maybe he could quench the yearning pain inside of him-- that pain that was ultimately unquenchable because the only way to stop the killing was to kill and his heart knew that made no sense.

"Why confess now?" Suzaku asked. He was morbidly curious and they were alone and what kind of religious man was he anyhow?

"That's what you do, isn't it?" Zero returned. Suzaku heard the bitter smile.

"Do you think you might soon die?"

"No, I am never quite that lucky." Then Zero pressed his hand to the screen and it looked like a drowning man asking for help. "What else shall I confess? What else have I done that is a sin? I don't know religion."

"What things do you regret? When have you harmed someone?"

Zero was quiet for a moment and then he said, "I regret that I left my sister behind."

Suzaku hadn't known Zero had a family. His mask made him look so inhuman that the idea hadn't even occurred to him. Suzaku asked, "Why did you leave her?"

Simply Zero answered, "Because she couldn't follow where I had to go."

Suzaku wondered if the man on the other side was unmasked and what kind of expression he wore at that moment. 

Then Zero surprised him by asking, "What does it feel like to not kill, pious man?"

Suzaku answered honestly, "It hurts. It is a very difficult thing. I am often quite sad."

"Then what is the point?" Zero asked, and from Suzaku no answer was forthcoming.

Now that Suzaku has met him again, he smiles the same sort of bitter smile that he heard in the confessional that day. Divested of his menace, Zero is not a tall man, and he is not half as old as the wanted posters guess. His name is Lelouch, and mostly he is just a boy-- a boy with a gun.

But his eyes really are something else: the eyes of the devil, just as they said over the satellite. 

Lelouch looks peaceful enough in his hospital bed, hands folded so delicately on top of the thin blankets. The doctor tries to stop them both-- "Really! Mr. Lamperouge needs his rest!" --but Lelouch smiles his charming smile and eventually they are left alone.

Suzaku looks down on him grimly, unsmiling. "Long time no see... Zero."

Lelouch's expression could be docile if his eyes didn't glint so evilly.

"I finally found you," Suzaku sighs. He rests his cross punisher against a nearby table and lowers himself onto the foot of the bed. It creaks below him. "What's a legendary guy like you doing in a place like this?"

"Stop it," Lelouch sighs. "It wasn't by choice. There's a hole in my memory. I am just now remembering."

Suzaku crosses his legs. "But it was you, wasn't it? You're the man who wiped out an entire city-- women, children, all...?"

"Yes, that was me," Lelouch admits freely. "I have a fragmented recollection of it."