[fanon bits] it was the world
Code Geass stuff I've always meant to share, even if it's more rambling and concepts that proper pieces of fiction, but always forgot to. I have to thanks Eli and Nogi to have listened to my sometimes clueless ramblings and encouraged me to fix more of this stuff that otherwise might have gone lost into oblivion, and as usual my beautifull ladies, withouth whom nothing would be just as fun... love you girls! :*
Characters: Karen Kouzuki, Kyoshiro Tohdo, Suzaku Kururugi, Lelouch Lamperouge, Sayoko Shinozaki, Kaname Ohgi, Gilbert G.P. Guilford, Cornelia Li Britannia, mentions of others..
Rating: PG
Karen, Naoto, the colour pink
Like many other things in her life, that was all her brother's fault.
Karen passed her fingers about small bag Tamaki and the other guys had just presented her with, and smiled lightly. The baby pink cotton of the small bag just served as a perfect coverage for the knife hidden inside of it, so innocent and inoffensive.
Yes, it was completely Naoto's fault.
Like any other little girl that idolized her older brother, Karen wanted to be the a brother instead of a sister to him. She oftenly talks of herself in the male form and wanted to wear Naoto's old clothes instead of the pretty dress her mother, each day more desperate, bought for her. The only way to make her wear a cute dress was to pretend that it was a present from her brother. Slowly, Naoto started to apply this strategy on a regular basis, and be the one that bought her skirt, shirts, sweaters, always in pink, because he felt that his little sister looked good in that lighter shade of the colour of her hair...
Over years, all of Karen's precious possessions and memorable presents came in a lighter or darker shade of pink, and year after year, present after present, Karen started to love that colour because of the memory connected to those same objects. And it was all Naoto's fault.
On a strictly cromatic scale, she maybe still preferred orange and electric blue, but she was okay with letting Naoto win at least about that.
* * *
Kyoshiro, his children.
Like Japan, and the war, and so many of his friends- the general used to think from time to time - Suzaku Kururugi was something he knows he'd failed.
To understand, to save, to properly deal with - he could not even say how, but he knew, with a pain comparable to the constant aching that too many years of guerrilla and several captivities had prematurely left in his back - that Suzaku Kururugi was actually the thing in which he has failed the most.
Is a thought he used to keep for himself- because that was something Nagisa would have listen to, but could not really understand, since she'd never come to know Kururugi if not as one of their enemies, and someone that has the power to drive her husband to do things that, maybe for the only one time in her life, she find straightaway foolish. He apologized, and she forgave him, and still loves him nonetheless, but still that memory was rather uneasy for him to handle.
Deep in his heart, thinking of the last battle at Mt. Fuji, he felt ashamed. Ashamed of having lost control and broken the heart of the only woman he'd ever loved- choosing a certain death over the life he'd promised her they would have had - and ashamed of not having been able, for the last time he's been allowed to face Suzaku Kururugi, to do anything for him.
From the day in which Suzaku Kururugi stained with his father's blood both his soul and the sword he - his sensei, his sensei... - left behind, he's never been able to do anything good for him, or understand, until it was too late, what was happening inside that boy he should have....
He could not tell what he really should or could have done for Suzaku, but he knew for sure he'd failed. Failed in being his sensei, at the very least.
"I hope you're satisfied, in the end, with what you've done" - it had been the only thing he'd ever been able to tell him face to face, since he reappeared as Zero.
It has been during a ceremony in front of the Genbu Kururugi memorial that Prime Minister Ohgi and Lady Nunnaly held together. Tohdoh-sensei's voice had been just as harsh as his usual tone, and Suzaku did not answered maybe just because he didn't know what to answer, but he didn't say anything, and Kyoshiro thought that all the sense of guilt and the affection that no matter what he still felt for him did not absolutely fit in those blunt words that sounded very much like a further accusation, and he thought he has failed once again, as they parted in silence.
"I think Suzaku's quite happy were he is now" - Kozuki once said, a night they were enjoying together the spicy touch of Villetta's cuisine, and the argument of the last war casualties had come into the conversation. It could be interpreted several ways, and some of the guest didn't pay too much attention at her statement, but Karen said it looking straight into his small grey eyes and smiled, and Kyoshiro had the certainty, all of a sudden, that she had understood everything.
"I hope so, too." he muttered, hiding his eyes away, wishing that Kozuki, with her innate generosity, would have understood also how he wanted her to tell that to Suzaku in his place.
With that hope, he pushed the thought of Suzaku Kururugi away.
It was almost time to go home and Nishi didn't like to see her father in a bad mood. And Kyoshiro was more than intentioned to never fail his daughter in any way.
Still, the bones of his back and those fading memories of that other child of him were aching like usual...
* * *
Lelouch, a newborn.
Slowly, the paranoia deriving from being still alive has decreased to what he would have called an ‘under control’ level.
Still, Lelouch - he could no longer call himself Lelouch Lamperouge or Vi Britannia, only his first name was left… - felt extremely unease around of people and couldn’t bring himself to touch any human being other than C.C.
She had teased him a bit about that, insinuating the he should stop worry about immortality being contagious, and that made Lelouch thought quite a bit, wondering if he was really feeling somehow ill and inhuman, or was otherwise scared by the idea that sharing even a casual contact with another person could reveal his survival to the whole word … traces, fingerprints, DNA.. or again, it could be that he was might have been so prepared to jump out of the experience of life that he just couldn’t bring himself to finally step inside the world again… the uneasiness he felt every time some other unaware human being approached him was something instinctive and violent, a repulsion he was unable to overcome.
All of this was broken one night when Sayoko, that had noticed from a long time before how the boy she once used to call her master was avoiding to touch everyone, asked him to hold for a minute the baby girl Jeremiah wanted to call Nazareth after a dreamt he had of him and Sayoko crossing the desert with a mule.
He backed away, feeling an unpleasant sense of void seizing his lungs, but Sayoko smiled gently and just placed the little girl into his arms, as she was getting ready to feed her on her breast.
She was incredibly light, soft, and alive. His heart pumping, Lelouch stroked the silky skin of her minuscule forearm and the little girl seized his left index finger with her tiny hand, brought it to her mouth and started to suck it, draining away all the sense of fear and discomfort from the immortal young men, that, from that moment on, was forever freed from his last fear. Really forever.
* * *
Kaname, Karen, a lucky charm
When he was imprisoned, Kaname did not think about Villetta oftenly. He was not-thinking at all: his ears open, mind in a blank state, ready to catch any single movement inside the prison, he lost his sleep quite quickly, uselessly vigilant over his companions in a last attempt to not give up to despair: only few minutes of a broken sleep were breaking the slow, dumb anguish that came with the wait for their exemplar punishment.
But everytime he close his eyes, he did the same dream.... - Villetta is walking on the edge of the sea, she kneels down, she catch a 5 yen coin, and she turns around.. but he's not him she was facing.. Kaname barely ears his childish laugh while the little boy rise his hand toward his mother, to catch the coin, and there his dream vanish......
Naoto was a man devoted to symbols. He was the one that was always complaining anytime someone dared to buy a tin of coke. He sequestered Minami's pop music CDs and Tamaki's porn magazine because no exception was tolerable when it comes to oppose Britannia.
He firmly believed that symbolic acts do matter.
One day, he found on the pocket of one of his mother's oldest jackets some japanese coins, the 5 yen coin they used to tie with fortune oracles in the days they were still a free country, and it took it as a sign.
He kept one for himself, one for his best friend, and one, he gave it to his little sister.
Naoto uses to keep it inside his wallet his cared not to bring with him during the mission that costed his life, a wallet his mother has preserved devotedly.
Karen put it in a box under her bed with the photos of Naoto and of her mother
Kaname started to wear his one around his neck, under his clothes - one of the first things Chigusa noticed undressing him.
The coin Kaname used to dream about in prison was his own, the most logorated and ruined of the three, but he was very surprised when, the day Naoto Salvador Ohgi, the first half child of the new Japan was born, Karen keeps him aside while her mother was complimenting Villetta and the baby, and hopened her palm to reveal a shining 5 yen coin tied to a red ribbon
- ... give this to the baby. - she said quit bluntly, trying to dissimulate her embarass - Naoto would have been happy to wish him good luck.
And she could not say anything else, because Kaname caught her in his broad arms and hold her tight to the verge of asphixia.
* * *
Gilbert, a vow.
The first time Gilbert saw Cornelia, it was just a glimpse of purple hair in the marble white composure of the College chapel. The severe curve of her eyebrows and her steady stance as she talked with the Magister were so unfitting her gracious frame he can't help but stare at that proud amazon tightly wrapped in her dark red, pompous dress...
Kanon was right. Gilbert Guilford, the younger of three son of sir Alistair Guilford of Virginia County, was the most quiet, shy boy that has ever entered the tournament. His talent with the sword has been so remarkable since his early teens that his father and his older brother had encouraged him to enter the military career. Still, Gilbert lacked the determination to improve his combat ability and has quickly being labeled as a talentuos but quite dull fighter.
But that Sunday 13 November, in the dusty, hot air of the indian summer, all the cadets fell for the strength that has pervaded his sword.
- What's your name? - Cornelia asked bluntly, crowing him with the laurum the winner deserved
- Gilbert G.P. Guilford, Milady - the young man answered quite sheepishly, his eyes still lowered to the ground.
- and what's your aim in your career, sir Guilford?
- to be allowed to serve your Higness - he answered, deafened by the pace of his heartbeat, but firm and unshaken has he fixed his blue eyes in her violet ones, knowing that finally, he had found a reason to fight.
NOTE: Nothing of this is canon!nazi stuff and doesn't want to be, so if yuou are to comment with 'don't you know that Lelouch really is...' yes, I perfectly know. But as far as my fanon is concerned, I'm not gonna care about it XD ... !!
Characters: Karen Kouzuki, Kyoshiro Tohdo, Suzaku Kururugi, Lelouch Lamperouge, Sayoko Shinozaki, Kaname Ohgi, Gilbert G.P. Guilford, Cornelia Li Britannia, mentions of others..
Rating: PG
Karen, Naoto, the colour pink
Like many other things in her life, that was all her brother's fault.
Karen passed her fingers about small bag Tamaki and the other guys had just presented her with, and smiled lightly. The baby pink cotton of the small bag just served as a perfect coverage for the knife hidden inside of it, so innocent and inoffensive.
Yes, it was completely Naoto's fault.
Like any other little girl that idolized her older brother, Karen wanted to be the a brother instead of a sister to him. She oftenly talks of herself in the male form and wanted to wear Naoto's old clothes instead of the pretty dress her mother, each day more desperate, bought for her. The only way to make her wear a cute dress was to pretend that it was a present from her brother. Slowly, Naoto started to apply this strategy on a regular basis, and be the one that bought her skirt, shirts, sweaters, always in pink, because he felt that his little sister looked good in that lighter shade of the colour of her hair...
Over years, all of Karen's precious possessions and memorable presents came in a lighter or darker shade of pink, and year after year, present after present, Karen started to love that colour because of the memory connected to those same objects. And it was all Naoto's fault.
On a strictly cromatic scale, she maybe still preferred orange and electric blue, but she was okay with letting Naoto win at least about that.
* * *
Kyoshiro, his children.
Like Japan, and the war, and so many of his friends- the general used to think from time to time - Suzaku Kururugi was something he knows he'd failed.
To understand, to save, to properly deal with - he could not even say how, but he knew, with a pain comparable to the constant aching that too many years of guerrilla and several captivities had prematurely left in his back - that Suzaku Kururugi was actually the thing in which he has failed the most.
Is a thought he used to keep for himself- because that was something Nagisa would have listen to, but could not really understand, since she'd never come to know Kururugi if not as one of their enemies, and someone that has the power to drive her husband to do things that, maybe for the only one time in her life, she find straightaway foolish. He apologized, and she forgave him, and still loves him nonetheless, but still that memory was rather uneasy for him to handle.
Deep in his heart, thinking of the last battle at Mt. Fuji, he felt ashamed. Ashamed of having lost control and broken the heart of the only woman he'd ever loved- choosing a certain death over the life he'd promised her they would have had - and ashamed of not having been able, for the last time he's been allowed to face Suzaku Kururugi, to do anything for him.
From the day in which Suzaku Kururugi stained with his father's blood both his soul and the sword he - his sensei, his sensei... - left behind, he's never been able to do anything good for him, or understand, until it was too late, what was happening inside that boy he should have....
He could not tell what he really should or could have done for Suzaku, but he knew for sure he'd failed. Failed in being his sensei, at the very least.
"I hope you're satisfied, in the end, with what you've done" - it had been the only thing he'd ever been able to tell him face to face, since he reappeared as Zero.
It has been during a ceremony in front of the Genbu Kururugi memorial that Prime Minister Ohgi and Lady Nunnaly held together. Tohdoh-sensei's voice had been just as harsh as his usual tone, and Suzaku did not answered maybe just because he didn't know what to answer, but he didn't say anything, and Kyoshiro thought that all the sense of guilt and the affection that no matter what he still felt for him did not absolutely fit in those blunt words that sounded very much like a further accusation, and he thought he has failed once again, as they parted in silence.
"I think Suzaku's quite happy were he is now" - Kozuki once said, a night they were enjoying together the spicy touch of Villetta's cuisine, and the argument of the last war casualties had come into the conversation. It could be interpreted several ways, and some of the guest didn't pay too much attention at her statement, but Karen said it looking straight into his small grey eyes and smiled, and Kyoshiro had the certainty, all of a sudden, that she had understood everything.
"I hope so, too." he muttered, hiding his eyes away, wishing that Kozuki, with her innate generosity, would have understood also how he wanted her to tell that to Suzaku in his place.
With that hope, he pushed the thought of Suzaku Kururugi away.
It was almost time to go home and Nishi didn't like to see her father in a bad mood. And Kyoshiro was more than intentioned to never fail his daughter in any way.
Still, the bones of his back and those fading memories of that other child of him were aching like usual...
* * *
Lelouch, a newborn.
Slowly, the paranoia deriving from being still alive has decreased to what he would have called an ‘under control’ level.
Still, Lelouch - he could no longer call himself Lelouch Lamperouge or Vi Britannia, only his first name was left… - felt extremely unease around of people and couldn’t bring himself to touch any human being other than C.C.
She had teased him a bit about that, insinuating the he should stop worry about immortality being contagious, and that made Lelouch thought quite a bit, wondering if he was really feeling somehow ill and inhuman, or was otherwise scared by the idea that sharing even a casual contact with another person could reveal his survival to the whole word … traces, fingerprints, DNA.. or again, it could be that he was might have been so prepared to jump out of the experience of life that he just couldn’t bring himself to finally step inside the world again… the uneasiness he felt every time some other unaware human being approached him was something instinctive and violent, a repulsion he was unable to overcome.
All of this was broken one night when Sayoko, that had noticed from a long time before how the boy she once used to call her master was avoiding to touch everyone, asked him to hold for a minute the baby girl Jeremiah wanted to call Nazareth after a dreamt he had of him and Sayoko crossing the desert with a mule.
He backed away, feeling an unpleasant sense of void seizing his lungs, but Sayoko smiled gently and just placed the little girl into his arms, as she was getting ready to feed her on her breast.
She was incredibly light, soft, and alive. His heart pumping, Lelouch stroked the silky skin of her minuscule forearm and the little girl seized his left index finger with her tiny hand, brought it to her mouth and started to suck it, draining away all the sense of fear and discomfort from the immortal young men, that, from that moment on, was forever freed from his last fear. Really forever.
* * *
Kaname, Karen, a lucky charm
When he was imprisoned, Kaname did not think about Villetta oftenly. He was not-thinking at all: his ears open, mind in a blank state, ready to catch any single movement inside the prison, he lost his sleep quite quickly, uselessly vigilant over his companions in a last attempt to not give up to despair: only few minutes of a broken sleep were breaking the slow, dumb anguish that came with the wait for their exemplar punishment.
But everytime he close his eyes, he did the same dream.... - Villetta is walking on the edge of the sea, she kneels down, she catch a 5 yen coin, and she turns around.. but he's not him she was facing.. Kaname barely ears his childish laugh while the little boy rise his hand toward his mother, to catch the coin, and there his dream vanish......
Naoto was a man devoted to symbols. He was the one that was always complaining anytime someone dared to buy a tin of coke. He sequestered Minami's pop music CDs and Tamaki's porn magazine because no exception was tolerable when it comes to oppose Britannia.
He firmly believed that symbolic acts do matter.
One day, he found on the pocket of one of his mother's oldest jackets some japanese coins, the 5 yen coin they used to tie with fortune oracles in the days they were still a free country, and it took it as a sign.
He kept one for himself, one for his best friend, and one, he gave it to his little sister.
Naoto uses to keep it inside his wallet his cared not to bring with him during the mission that costed his life, a wallet his mother has preserved devotedly.
Karen put it in a box under her bed with the photos of Naoto and of her mother
Kaname started to wear his one around his neck, under his clothes - one of the first things Chigusa noticed undressing him.
The coin Kaname used to dream about in prison was his own, the most logorated and ruined of the three, but he was very surprised when, the day Naoto Salvador Ohgi, the first half child of the new Japan was born, Karen keeps him aside while her mother was complimenting Villetta and the baby, and hopened her palm to reveal a shining 5 yen coin tied to a red ribbon
- ... give this to the baby. - she said quit bluntly, trying to dissimulate her embarass - Naoto would have been happy to wish him good luck.
And she could not say anything else, because Kaname caught her in his broad arms and hold her tight to the verge of asphixia.
* * *
Gilbert, a vow.
The first time Gilbert saw Cornelia, it was just a glimpse of purple hair in the marble white composure of the College chapel. The severe curve of her eyebrows and her steady stance as she talked with the Magister were so unfitting her gracious frame he can't help but stare at that proud amazon tightly wrapped in her dark red, pompous dress...
Kanon was right. Gilbert Guilford, the younger of three son of sir Alistair Guilford of Virginia County, was the most quiet, shy boy that has ever entered the tournament. His talent with the sword has been so remarkable since his early teens that his father and his older brother had encouraged him to enter the military career. Still, Gilbert lacked the determination to improve his combat ability and has quickly being labeled as a talentuos but quite dull fighter.
But that Sunday 13 November, in the dusty, hot air of the indian summer, all the cadets fell for the strength that has pervaded his sword.
- What's your name? - Cornelia asked bluntly, crowing him with the laurum the winner deserved
- Gilbert G.P. Guilford, Milady - the young man answered quite sheepishly, his eyes still lowered to the ground.
- and what's your aim in your career, sir Guilford?
- to be allowed to serve your Higness - he answered, deafened by the pace of his heartbeat, but firm and unshaken has he fixed his blue eyes in her violet ones, knowing that finally, he had found a reason to fight.
NOTE: Nothing of this is canon!nazi stuff and doesn't want to be, so if yuou are to comment with 'don't you know that Lelouch really is...' yes, I perfectly know. But as far as my fanon is concerned, I'm not gonna care about it XD ... !!