[Thread] Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?

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Characters: OU! Rolo (Haliburton) Lamperouge, OU! Lelouch Lamperouge
Where: In the Courtyard
When: Soon after Lelouch's arrival.
Summary: After being separated for some time, Lelouch is reunited with his "brother."
Warnings: none, yet.

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"Well, I have found out some information," Rolo replied, glad to please his brother. Lelouch was giving him the look that he had come to miss when the elder teen had regained his memories. And the cool hand on his cheek was even more comforting. Rolo raised his own hand and settled it over Lelouch's.

"It seems that any attempt to escape or harm others is prevented by the cuffs on our wrists. If we so much as try to think of doing something to hurt others, they respond with some sort of shock that renders us unconscious. I didn't try to test it." Rolo hadn't needed to test it. In his efforts to spy on other Econtrans, he had seen with his own eyes the result of trying to escape the effects of the cuffs. It was imperative that he express this to Lelouch as well, since he didn't want any harm to come to the former Prince. "It appears that we can also request certain items from the main system, which is called the Indigeo. I haven't figure out how yet, but that might be helpful, somehow. They probably won't give us anything that might aid in escape though."

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“Mm... how troublesome,” Lelouch murmured absentmindedly, eyeing the wrist cuffs in question that were currently resting below their nearly joined hands atop Rolo’s face. He honestly hadn’t paid very much attention to the accessory upon his arrival. Of course he’d immediately noticed its presence but other than the tight fit, he had no reason to investigate it right away. The older Britannian was too smart to attempt escape without first acquiring enough information about his surroundings and as far as harm...well Lelouch knew his physical limitations. Most of the harm he could possibly cause was psychological, and that took a different sort of time and effort to execute properly.

Still, that was good information to know should he ever come into possession of weapons of some sort. The last thing he needed was to be knocked unconscious at some critical moment in time, whether he was trying to escape or otherwise. Also, he’d have to look into the limitations of this...”Indigeo” as well.

“Nevertheless, you’ve done well, Rolo. I’m sure that together, the two of us will be able to come up with something that will work out best for us both,” the teen reassured confidently as he slipped his hand free from Rolo’s and let it rest idly at his side once more, “In the meantime, I think we should stick together for as long as we’re able.”

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Disappointed that Lelouch had dropped his hand, but confident that the affection would not diminish, Rolo nodded. Staying together as long as possible was a plan he had developed since Lelouch arrived, and he was not going to deviate from it any time soon. No, if anything, he'd do everything in his power to stay close to Lelouch, especially since this Lelouch had no memory of who he truly was. Or what he later became. Rolo wasn't about to let him know, either, and would do anything to prevent others from telling Lelouch as well. With luck, he had already convinced the Mao person, and Kallen didn't seem to know that Zero was truly Lelouch. Everything was set up perfectly for him to keep Lelouch in the dark.

"Mm, I think so too, Brother. I've been assigned a place to stay and have three other room mates, but you might be able to stay there until we find a place for you as well. I... I would prefer it if we could find a place together though." Rolo murmured. Even if I have to remove one of my room mates to make room, Brother. Nobody comes before you, he thought.

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“Yes I would prefer that also,” Lelouch agreed. Rolo was all he had in this world, as well as his original, and he wasn’t about to let him go for anything. A silly housing assignment certainly couldn’t keep him away from his younger brother.

“In the meantime until I look into that, let’s hope I’ll be able to stay in your quarters without too much difficulty or inconvenience. Do you know your roommates very well? Will they mind?” Truth be told, Lelouch couldn’t imagine Rolo living with three strangers at all. It was difficult enough at times to get him to open up to the Student Council and he didn’t think he’d bothered with making any other friends. No wonder the younger boy had missed him. From what Lelouch knew of Econtra so far, it really seemed to be more of a social experiment than a military one and in his eyes, while he knew his brother could handle himself just fine in most social situations, his discomfort was sometimes rather obvious. That was all right though. Lelouch was rather accustomed to the burdens of popularity from being Vice President at Ashford and was more than willing to shield Rolo from having those burdens himself. And perhaps, secretly, he enjoyed being the only one the indigo eyed boy clung to for companionship anyway.

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"I'm not sure..." Rolo replied hesitantly before looking up at his brother. "But it doesn't matter what they think. I'll let you sleep in my bed, if there's not enough room. Or... I'll deal with them somehow." The manic glint that shown briefly in his eyes was one that often appeared when Rolo was in his zealous mood. It came and went with a flash, but Rolo continued to cling to Lelouch. It was true that he wasn't good interacting with others, but it wasn't because he was delicate or shy as his brother or those at Ashford believed. It was because he did not know how to actually act like a child his age. He'd been forced to grow up too fast, forced into the dangerous world of politics and murder at a young age. And because of it, to others, he was often cold, apathetic, and blunt. But to Lelouch, he would always be the soft, quite boy he knew he had been forced to lock away. To Lelouch, he could really be the sixteen year old that he was.

From his pocket, Rolo withdrew his cellphone, from which dangled the small locket charm that Lelouch had given him for his first birthday. Of course, it had not actually been his true birthday; Rolo didn't know on which day his birthday actually landed. It had been the date of Nunnally's birthday, but Rolo could never tell Lelouch that. No, it had been his birthday, he told himself. And Lelouch had given the gift to him because he cared. Not because he had thought of Rolo as Nunnally.

The small, golden charm made a small tinkling noise from where it dangled on it's chain. Rolo brought the phone up to his chest, holding it close while a smile curved on his lips. "I'll take care of them, Brother. Don't worry. They won't be in the way at all."

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“If you’re sure, Rolo...” Lelouch trailed off, not exactly sure what to think of Rolo’s assuredness in being able to convince his roommates to allow him to stay. Perhaps the brunette had picked up a few handy social skills after all. He couldn’t help but find the thought endearing of his brother taking after himself in such a way.

The dark-haired former prince was further charmed when Rolo then pulled out the locket he’d given the other boy for his last birthday. It never failed to make him swell with a certain amount of pride at how much the other seemed to cherish his gift so much and knowing he still managed to keep it with him after enduring the absurd experience of being transported to another world made it that much more meaningful. The glint in his own violet eyes reflected nothing but his doting fondness.

Completely oblivious of any less than pure intentions of the other male he still had one of his arms around, Lelouch patted Rolo’s shoulder in a gesture for them to begin moving, hopefully to a less public area now that they had minor plan of action in mind.

“Shall we head there now, then?”

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Positively beaming, Rolo nodded. The way Lelouch looked at him filled him with pride and pleasure. He held out a hand, indicating the direction he would take. With Lelouch by his side, they walked to his apartment, and Rolo had never been more happy in his life.