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Love
The women that Lelouch Lamperouge loved and depended on were always the ones that slipped away from him.
It began with the murder of his mother, Marianne. She was the pillar in his and his sister's lives, the guiding light through the darkness of the vast imperial family. There were a hundred and eight consorts to the emperor, each likely having her own children; it was easy to forget who was who and what was what without his beloved mother to point out to him that Cornelia wasn't the same as Guinevere was, and that Euphemia and Carline were different, as well.
All of his sisters bore their father's eyes, and all were so easy to become lost in.
The murder of Marianne Vi Britannia was the moment that Lelouch formed a shell around himself, fragile as that of an egg.
It was when he met that woman and was granted the power of Geass that his shell broke, and Zero emerged from the slumber of seventeen years, the revolutionary chick.
He had risen to great power with that alias and that eye, and the small black sheep, exiled from its herd, began to reunite with its white-wooled siblings. Clovis. Cornelia. Schneizel. Euphemia.
Sweet, sweet, Euphemia. The woman who had been the first to make his stomach turn with her vibrant smile, to make a blush rise upon his cheeks. The first juvenile love that he held in his heart. The Third Princess turned Sub-Viceroy turned "traitorous murderer." If not for the curse inflicted by that woman, he would not have accidentally given her that command to kill the Japanese. With that turn, he did not just lose Euphemia, his first love, his half-sister. He also lost Nina and Suzaku.
Suzaku.
Suzaku, who had confronted him in mourning. Suzaku, who had cornered him with the intention of avenging Euphemia, the Princess for whom he was a Knight. Suzaku, who had fired the shot that drew forth Zero's true identity. Suzaku, who, despite Lelouch having been his best friend of so many, many years, shot him. Suzaku, who turned him in to the Emperor himself. Suzaku, who watched the Emperor bury Lelouch's memories deep in his subconscious and fill his mind with hypnotic lies.
Suzaku, who had betrayed his best friend for the memory of his lover.
When Lelouch had woken from the solemn slumber that the amnesia had provided, he found that the most important person in the world had been taken away. Nunnally. The baby sister that he was going to give the world. His motivation, Zero's motivation. The tiny bird, too broken to fly, but with enough spunk to sing as loud and long as it could.
When Nunnally had been crippled in Marianne's murder, Lelouch had vowed then and there to make the world a better place so that when Nunnally could see again, with those eyes that had been broken by the Britannia that tortured them so. She was Lelouch's weakness.
And when the Emperor had seen that, he took Nunnally and appointed her the Viceroy of Area 11. He made Nunnally, the one person that Lelouch could not win against, a prime enemy.
And then there was Shirley. Sweet, sweet, Shirley Fenette, who had fallen in love with Lelouch not once, but thrice. Even after finding he was the Zero who was responsible for her father's death. Even after finding out again. And then a third time, with the Geass-canceler's effects.
"I'm sure that, even when I'm reborn as a whole new person, I'll fall in love with you again."
She had whispered that with her dying breaths, blood spilling from her abdomen and onto the marble floors of the mall, which had been evacuated some minutes before. It had been because she had said that name, Nunnally, to the person who hated that name most, who hated that person most, who just happened to have a gun in his hand.
He had realized too late, each and every time, how much he loved the women that had been so wronged.
Marianne. Euphemia. Nunnally. Shirley.
How Lelouch had loved them all.
Fiction: 07/08/08 | Posted By: otakualchemist | 0 comments | Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion |
Sacrifice
The rain poured down on Fifth Jerusalem mercilessly, and it hid the tears so well.
It had been seven years since the end of their adventure. Five of them were spent in torment. The other two, in bliss. But now, it was torment again, as the small group of mourners stood before the white casket, rested upon a hole, six feet deep, next to one already filled and covered by grass, a headstone at the top, reading "Jin Uzuki" and other words that weren't as important.
Rui Alexander had come to her final resting place.
Shion sobbed into her handkerchief, tightly gripping Allen's hand, while he gripped the umbrella so tightly that his knuckles were as white as his face, pale with sorrow. KOS-MOS stood beside her, emotionless as usual, but her expression softer, her red eyes fixed on the grave, glimmering with a bit of blue.
MOMO was gone. She had been gone for years. Ziggy was gone, too, and their graves stood beside Jin's. chaos had his arms wrapped around Mizuri, who sobbed horribly, unable to look at the flower-laden casket, while their son, Adalia, gripped his best friend's hand, looking at her worriedly.
Alicia's gaze was on the casket. Was her mother really in there? When they'd looked earlier, she was in there. She was sleeping. Her hand in Adalia's, and her tiny red curls covered by her hood, she looked up at Jr. curiously. "Daddy, why are they burying Mama?" She asked, and he gripped her free hand tightly, tears and rain streaming down his cheeks, his chest heaving with sobs and a hiccup escaping him every so often. "Mama's just sleeping, so why are they burying her? She has a lot of work to do, doesn't she?" Alicia frowned, her brow knitted with worry. But soon, she was in her father's tight embrace, his face in her tiny shoulder, covered with rain and now with tears.
Their enemy had taken her. They had shot her in the chest while she ran to protect the ones she loved. She spared them by taking the final bullet.
And on her tombstone, it was read....
Dr. Rui Alexander
Nach Glühen
Ich möchte, daß das Gedächtnis von mir
ein glückliches ist.
Ich möchte gehen nachdem
Glühen des Lächelns, wenn das
Leben erfolgt ist.
Ich möchte ein Echo
lassen weich Flüsternd
hinunter die Weisen.
Von den glücklichen Zeiten und
von lachenden Zeit
und hellen und sonnigentagen.
Ich möchte, daß die Risse von denen, die sich
Sorgen machen, vor der Sonne trocknen
Von den glücklichen Gedächtnissen, die ich lasse,
wenn das Leben erfolgt ist.
I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one.
Fiction: 05/23/08 | Posted By: otakualchemist | 0 comments | Xenosaga |
Mabinogi Tales
"Now, dear child,"[B/] she said with a smile, "Erinn awaits." ~Mabinogi Tales~ Chapter I- Ranel Alistair (Death is nothing, here.) 2453 A.D., London, England All of London was ablaze. They di...Life: 05/23/08 | Posted By: otakualchemist | 0 comments |
Creation
As the diary floating in a void in time stated, in his three million years of life, Crest had tried 343 times to become a father. He had tried with various lovers, human, phoenix, dragon, and demon alike. He thought he'd given up at around two hundred, but the hunger to be a parent consumed him, and he just kept trying.
He'd had no idea, when the Queen had given birth to the Prince, that the three hundred and forty third time, a small fling with the Queen, had finally worked. Even though Saki looked so much like the King that it was impossible to believe that he was Crest's son.
Two months later, Crest had been relieved of his high-priest duties, and he went to live in Kuzai Village to escape the suspicion that he'd kidnapped the Prince, who'd gone missing at the same time.
He lived his life surrounded by people who loved him, though he was still hopelessly alone. He watched many deaths and births, the most promising of his village's children being Mitsuru and Marina Alistair, who became the Captain of the Guard and the Bandit King, respectively.
Crest aided in raising them both. But neither were his child.
It wasn't until years and years later that he had discovered that the Prince was his son. Royal by blood, but still his son. This child that had been created with half of him and half of the Queen.
His own creation. His own child.
Fiction: 05/23/08 | Posted By: otakualchemist | 0 comments |
Drowning
She was asleep. It was sort of like a small miracle, seeing her asleep, because in the future—in her future—she was always moving around, bustling, smiling fake smiles that masked deep sorrow. But here she was, draped under a jacket far too large for her, her arm tucked under her head like a pillow and her chest moving in the sweet, slow rhythm of sleep. Gently leaning down, he picked up glasses and held them up to the sunrise, letting the light filter through the lenses, stained with salt from tears. Rin, at age fourteen, the previous night, had been crying.
Looking down, he noticed that her cheek was also sporting a large bruise, likely from a hit to the face. “Abuse,” He saw Susano’o mutter, gazing down at the child that had been determined to be his daughter, flesh and blood alike. “Her adoptive mother must have done it… that would rationalize her reasons for fleeing up here to sleep, of all places,” He said in a whisper, his silky voice wafting to Yukimura’s and Zexion’s ears alike.
“I hear someone,” Zexion whispered to them, and, opening a portal behind them into the clock tower, he ushered Susano’o and Yukimura in, the latter dropping the glasses after cleaning them off.
“There you are! I knew you’d be sleeping up here again…” A female sighed, taking the jacket off of her and nudging her foot to rouse her from her slumber. “Get up! We’re getting breakfast at Michael’s today, remember? It’s his birthday!”
“Oh, yeah…” Rin yawned, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. She looked so different from how she was in the future… here, she was more tomboyish, with short cut hair and baggy shorts, and an obviously un-ladylike demeanor about everything. In the future, she was so demure, so peaceful, so… lonely.
“So… these must be the friends that she lost,” Zexion murmured, and Susano’o nodded. “First… she lived without real parents. Then, without real friends. And now, she’s surrounded by people that love and care about her, and it’s like she’s drowning. She doesn’t know how to pull herself up to the surface, because she’s never been there before.”
“But… there’s always going to be someone to pull her back up.” Zexion cut in, glancing at Yukimura. “You’re like her life raft. She’s holding onto you because she’s got no other way to live. And… I guess… in those thirteen years, the life raft started to deflate, and she was left without a way out. She was drowning… and in one final act of desperation… she killed herself before the ocean could. Now, where is she? She’s lost. And… the life raft is the one who has to be there to find her again. That’s the way it is, right?”
Yukimura nodded, watching the girl who would someday be his wife run off, her too-large coat trailing behind her, a goofy grin on her face that he’d probably never see again.
“I’ll pull her back to shore.”
Fiction: 05/23/08 | Posted By: otakualchemist | 0 comments | Kingdom Hearts |