Code Geass Fanfic--Happy Belated Birthday, dame batsie!
I realize I'm really late, but...HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
dame_batsie! I decided to do the Code Geass prompt, afterall, because both you and
cleartempest wanted 100S and I'm not up for writing two different stories. So that one can be some sort of shared story and I'll write her something else, too, because...I only have one idea for that pairing. And I really wanted to try writing Lelouch and Suzaku XD
Something In The Aftermath
The moon grinned down from the alabaster sky on the wreckage of what was once the capital of Brittania. The white skyscrapers were in twisted, fragmented ruins, the people trapped inside condemned to slow deaths by suffocation as the weight of their world came crashing down on their heads. Gasping for air in the smoke-filled haze, Suzaku stumbled through the streets overflowing with tides of fleeing crowds, tripping over the fallen who lay like dolls in pools of their own blood, never to wake up to another dawn. Except that there would be no more dawn in the Brittanian Empire; nothing but endless, impenetrable midnight.
“ZERO!” he shouted, and lapsed into a horrible, raspy cough that brought the taste of blood to his lips. He pressed his hand a little tighter to the wound on his side, feeling the warmth that seeped through his gloves to his skin; his warmth, staining his skin. He rubbed at his eyes and continued the slow trudge forward. He had to find Zero, before the darkness growing on the edges of his vision overtook him completely.
Behind him, along what was once the busiest freeway of the Brittanian capital, lay the scraps of metal that had once been the Lancelot, Lloyd’s greatest creation. Somewhere in the back of his mind Suzaku could just imagine Lloyd’s fury if he could see what had happened to it, the arms torn off, face smashed in, reduced to no more than a pile of spare parts. He hoped, fervently, that his guardian was still alive to scold him later; the idea that he himself might not be around to see Lloyd and Cecile again was pushed from his mind; Geass would see to it that he survived. He was surprised to notice that he wanted to live, now, that he had somehow managed to invest some meaning in his life. Euphie’s death, and the fight with Zero. He grimaced at the sudden stab of pain, sweat sliding down into his face, unwilling to think that he owed Zero any sort of thanks.
“Zero,” he called, his shoulder slamming painfully into the dusty grey of the abandoned hallway that led to the Imperial Throne. “Zero! Come out, you coward! You traitor, you murderer!”
“You called?” mocked a familiar voice in his ear, breath ghosting down the curve of his neck. Suzaku shivered, and the muscles of his shoulders locked into a rigid, defensive set.
“So it was you, after all,” he snarled through gritted teeth.
Lelouch stepped around, face free of the mask he had worn before the entire world as the renowned terrorist and hero of the people, smirking into Suzaku’s sweaty, bloody face.
“Who else could ever have played the part of Zero?” Lelouch asked rhetorically. “I’ll admit, it wasn’t easy to deceive everyone this time around, but that’s what makes the game fun, right?”
“A game. You think this is a game?” Suzaku winced as spasms of pain ran through his chest. “Me, Kallen…even Nunally and C.C., were we just pieces in your game?” His fingers itched for a gun, to pull the trigger and put a bullet through his former friend’s chest. “You bastard.”
“No, no, you misunderstand me,” Lelouch said, stroking Suzaku’s cheek with gloved fingers. Suzaku shuddered, and jerked away; Lelouch chuckled. “I was only speaking metaphorically. It doesn’t matter, anyway, because I’ve won.” He spread his arms theatrically, gesturing to the ruins around them. “There is no Brittania now!”
“I’ve won,” His voice was suddenly soft; he lowered his arms, and gazed at Suzaku thoughtfully. Suzaku watched him through steadily blurring eyes, breathing heavily. Blood still seeped between his fingers from the open wound. “Suzaku,” Lelouch said, beginning to laugh crazily. “I’ve killed my father.” He stopped, serious again. “And it was the right thing to do.”
Suzaku jerked his head. “It was not…it was never the right thing…” But Lelouch wasn’t listening to him, or couldn’t hear over the crackling roar of the flames as the city burned.
“Suzaku,” Lelouch’s voice was gentle, friendly. “Won’t you come with me? That peaceful world…we could build it together.” He reached out, cradled Suzaku’s face in his hands. “Please, Suzaku,” he murmured. “Help me. For Nunally.”
The sensation of Lelouch’s lips against his own was surprisingly pleasant, hot as a furnace and hard, so hard and insistent. Through the fog growing in his brain Suzaku remembered, even as he allowed Lelouch to press harsh kisses down the line of his throat, that this man was the cause of so much death, was a terrorist, had achieved his revenge through trickery and murder. He coughed, repulsed, sending blood into Lelouch’s face as he tore himself free to stumble and fall on the rubbled concrete.
“It was never about Nunally,” he gasped. “Just about your selfishness and your own hurt feelings.”
Lelouch’s face twisted in anger.
“What would you know?” he snarled. “It doesn’t change the outcome. I defeated my father, I brought the Empire to ruins! It’s my victory!”
Suzaku coughed again, blood spattering down the front of his white uniform, mixed with pieces of what looked like his own internal organs. He was thankfully that he could no longer feel the throbbing in his side; it was blissfully numb, as though someone had pressed a handful of ice to his flesh and killed the nerves. And he knew that he was dying, even as he grasped for his gun with his blood-soaked hand, to fulfill his last mission-exterminate the terrorist Zero.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Lelouch. You didn’t win.”
“What?” Lelouch froze. His eyes darted around them, searching out hidden enemies in the shadows, seized on the gun in Suzaku’s hand, pointed shakily at his chest.
“I did,” Suzaku rasped. “Because I’m dying…I’ve defeated your Geass. And I…I…”
He drew a shaky breath. The numbness had spread to his fingers now, the gun clattered to the ground but he couldn’t hear it, couldn’t hear the words Lelouch shouted to him, couldn’t feel the hands on his shoulder’s shaking roughly. He watched Lelouch’s mouth move, forming words he couldn’t read. He felt a desire to laugh, suddenly, even as his vision filled with the smoke that rose above the city and slid into the black midnight that filled the spaces between the stars.
Lelouch, alone with his empty victory and the empty body of what was his closest friend, bent his head, trying to convince himself that it was only the smoke in his eyes that made him cry.
Notes: I spent a lot of time worrying if I was in character and not being overly melodramatic. This is my first Code Geass fanfiction. The prompt was "the end", which...given the story...made me think tragedy. You didn't expect rainbows and pretty sunsets, did you? It is me, afterall. I'm not known for happy endings.
Still...I think it came out okay, for a first try. Lloyd/Suzaku is still my Code Geass OTP, though XD
dame_batsie! I decided to do the Code Geass prompt, afterall, because both you and
cleartempest wanted 100S and I'm not up for writing two different stories. So that one can be some sort of shared story and I'll write her something else, too, because...I only have one idea for that pairing. And I really wanted to try writing Lelouch and Suzaku XD
Something In The Aftermath
The moon grinned down from the alabaster sky on the wreckage of what was once the capital of Brittania. The white skyscrapers were in twisted, fragmented ruins, the people trapped inside condemned to slow deaths by suffocation as the weight of their world came crashing down on their heads. Gasping for air in the smoke-filled haze, Suzaku stumbled through the streets overflowing with tides of fleeing crowds, tripping over the fallen who lay like dolls in pools of their own blood, never to wake up to another dawn. Except that there would be no more dawn in the Brittanian Empire; nothing but endless, impenetrable midnight.
“ZERO!” he shouted, and lapsed into a horrible, raspy cough that brought the taste of blood to his lips. He pressed his hand a little tighter to the wound on his side, feeling the warmth that seeped through his gloves to his skin; his warmth, staining his skin. He rubbed at his eyes and continued the slow trudge forward. He had to find Zero, before the darkness growing on the edges of his vision overtook him completely.
Behind him, along what was once the busiest freeway of the Brittanian capital, lay the scraps of metal that had once been the Lancelot, Lloyd’s greatest creation. Somewhere in the back of his mind Suzaku could just imagine Lloyd’s fury if he could see what had happened to it, the arms torn off, face smashed in, reduced to no more than a pile of spare parts. He hoped, fervently, that his guardian was still alive to scold him later; the idea that he himself might not be around to see Lloyd and Cecile again was pushed from his mind; Geass would see to it that he survived. He was surprised to notice that he wanted to live, now, that he had somehow managed to invest some meaning in his life. Euphie’s death, and the fight with Zero. He grimaced at the sudden stab of pain, sweat sliding down into his face, unwilling to think that he owed Zero any sort of thanks.
“Zero,” he called, his shoulder slamming painfully into the dusty grey of the abandoned hallway that led to the Imperial Throne. “Zero! Come out, you coward! You traitor, you murderer!”
“You called?” mocked a familiar voice in his ear, breath ghosting down the curve of his neck. Suzaku shivered, and the muscles of his shoulders locked into a rigid, defensive set.
“So it was you, after all,” he snarled through gritted teeth.
Lelouch stepped around, face free of the mask he had worn before the entire world as the renowned terrorist and hero of the people, smirking into Suzaku’s sweaty, bloody face.
“Who else could ever have played the part of Zero?” Lelouch asked rhetorically. “I’ll admit, it wasn’t easy to deceive everyone this time around, but that’s what makes the game fun, right?”
“A game. You think this is a game?” Suzaku winced as spasms of pain ran through his chest. “Me, Kallen…even Nunally and C.C., were we just pieces in your game?” His fingers itched for a gun, to pull the trigger and put a bullet through his former friend’s chest. “You bastard.”
“No, no, you misunderstand me,” Lelouch said, stroking Suzaku’s cheek with gloved fingers. Suzaku shuddered, and jerked away; Lelouch chuckled. “I was only speaking metaphorically. It doesn’t matter, anyway, because I’ve won.” He spread his arms theatrically, gesturing to the ruins around them. “There is no Brittania now!”
“I’ve won,” His voice was suddenly soft; he lowered his arms, and gazed at Suzaku thoughtfully. Suzaku watched him through steadily blurring eyes, breathing heavily. Blood still seeped between his fingers from the open wound. “Suzaku,” Lelouch said, beginning to laugh crazily. “I’ve killed my father.” He stopped, serious again. “And it was the right thing to do.”
Suzaku jerked his head. “It was not…it was never the right thing…” But Lelouch wasn’t listening to him, or couldn’t hear over the crackling roar of the flames as the city burned.
“Suzaku,” Lelouch’s voice was gentle, friendly. “Won’t you come with me? That peaceful world…we could build it together.” He reached out, cradled Suzaku’s face in his hands. “Please, Suzaku,” he murmured. “Help me. For Nunally.”
The sensation of Lelouch’s lips against his own was surprisingly pleasant, hot as a furnace and hard, so hard and insistent. Through the fog growing in his brain Suzaku remembered, even as he allowed Lelouch to press harsh kisses down the line of his throat, that this man was the cause of so much death, was a terrorist, had achieved his revenge through trickery and murder. He coughed, repulsed, sending blood into Lelouch’s face as he tore himself free to stumble and fall on the rubbled concrete.
“It was never about Nunally,” he gasped. “Just about your selfishness and your own hurt feelings.”
Lelouch’s face twisted in anger.
“What would you know?” he snarled. “It doesn’t change the outcome. I defeated my father, I brought the Empire to ruins! It’s my victory!”
Suzaku coughed again, blood spattering down the front of his white uniform, mixed with pieces of what looked like his own internal organs. He was thankfully that he could no longer feel the throbbing in his side; it was blissfully numb, as though someone had pressed a handful of ice to his flesh and killed the nerves. And he knew that he was dying, even as he grasped for his gun with his blood-soaked hand, to fulfill his last mission-exterminate the terrorist Zero.
“Hey,” he whispered. “Lelouch. You didn’t win.”
“What?” Lelouch froze. His eyes darted around them, searching out hidden enemies in the shadows, seized on the gun in Suzaku’s hand, pointed shakily at his chest.
“I did,” Suzaku rasped. “Because I’m dying…I’ve defeated your Geass. And I…I…”
He drew a shaky breath. The numbness had spread to his fingers now, the gun clattered to the ground but he couldn’t hear it, couldn’t hear the words Lelouch shouted to him, couldn’t feel the hands on his shoulder’s shaking roughly. He watched Lelouch’s mouth move, forming words he couldn’t read. He felt a desire to laugh, suddenly, even as his vision filled with the smoke that rose above the city and slid into the black midnight that filled the spaces between the stars.
Lelouch, alone with his empty victory and the empty body of what was his closest friend, bent his head, trying to convince himself that it was only the smoke in his eyes that made him cry.
Notes: I spent a lot of time worrying if I was in character and not being overly melodramatic. This is my first Code Geass fanfiction. The prompt was "the end", which...given the story...made me think tragedy. You didn't expect rainbows and pretty sunsets, did you? It is me, afterall. I'm not known for happy endings.
Still...I think it came out okay, for a first try. Lloyd/Suzaku is still my Code Geass OTP, though XD