Would You Mind if I Killed You? [semi-open, in progress]
WHO: Lelouch Lamperouge, Hino Rei, open to the rest of the Senshi House
WHAT: Belltrap is a terrible person. Lelouch relives his death.
WHERE: Senshi House, possibly the clinic later.
WHEN: Midnight
Lelouch had tried everything, once he had understood what was going on. Rei was worried sick, Chibiusa had fallen victim to it, and Rise was shaken. Various countermeasures were arranged. He had taken not to staying in his room, but in the kitchen and the family room increasingly, and likewise checked in on the others regularly, particularly when he knew they were sleeping. He had made so much tea over the first four days, the scent of the most strongly caffeinated tea that the shops in Rivelata sold was always faintly lingering around the stove in the kitchen. When Lelouch found his body adjusting, he had switched to coffee, much as he despised the taste. He slept in catnaps, trying desperately to avoid REM sleep. If he managed to do that, he could avoid dreaming altogether.
But the human body and even Lelouch's ingenuity had their limits, and as he sat in the living room, reading a book on philosophy and strategy by a general-- there was little he could add to his already considerable knowledge and experience on the matter, but it was still more interesting than most other books there, and better able to hold his attention-- he drifted off.
Every detail was clear and crisp. The looks of despair, betrayal, resignation, or rebellion on the faces of the Black Knights. Nunnally's despondency, and, more important than anything else, the fear, the loathing, the hatred of every face in the crowd. Everything, just as planned. And so he smiled, he smiled inside, though he knew all too well what he was doing. One last time, for the sake of Nunnally's wish, he was hurting the ones he loved and held most dear. Suzaku and C.C. would have to bear the burden of this secret, Suzaku for a lifetime of loneliness, and the witch, forever. Perhaps Nunnally, or Kallen, or even Rivalz or Milly would come to understand in time, and they, too, would be hurt. Hurt that he hadn't trusted them. Hurt that he had left them. He held no illusions. This would hurt them all. He could only gamble that the Zero Requiem would make them happier than he ever could have.
All of it played out before his eyes in slow motion, perfectly. Just as planned. The surprise. The attack. And finally, the assassination, as the sword pierced his chest, the blood poured from the wound, and they finished what they had started so many months ago...
But as the dream passed, the wound did not, and a cry of pain wrenched itself from Lelouch's lips, the sword still buried in his chest, piercing all the way through.
WHAT: Belltrap is a terrible person. Lelouch relives his death.
WHERE: Senshi House, possibly the clinic later.
WHEN: Midnight
Lelouch had tried everything, once he had understood what was going on. Rei was worried sick, Chibiusa had fallen victim to it, and Rise was shaken. Various countermeasures were arranged. He had taken not to staying in his room, but in the kitchen and the family room increasingly, and likewise checked in on the others regularly, particularly when he knew they were sleeping. He had made so much tea over the first four days, the scent of the most strongly caffeinated tea that the shops in Rivelata sold was always faintly lingering around the stove in the kitchen. When Lelouch found his body adjusting, he had switched to coffee, much as he despised the taste. He slept in catnaps, trying desperately to avoid REM sleep. If he managed to do that, he could avoid dreaming altogether.
But the human body and even Lelouch's ingenuity had their limits, and as he sat in the living room, reading a book on philosophy and strategy by a general-- there was little he could add to his already considerable knowledge and experience on the matter, but it was still more interesting than most other books there, and better able to hold his attention-- he drifted off.
Every detail was clear and crisp. The looks of despair, betrayal, resignation, or rebellion on the faces of the Black Knights. Nunnally's despondency, and, more important than anything else, the fear, the loathing, the hatred of every face in the crowd. Everything, just as planned. And so he smiled, he smiled inside, though he knew all too well what he was doing. One last time, for the sake of Nunnally's wish, he was hurting the ones he loved and held most dear. Suzaku and C.C. would have to bear the burden of this secret, Suzaku for a lifetime of loneliness, and the witch, forever. Perhaps Nunnally, or Kallen, or even Rivalz or Milly would come to understand in time, and they, too, would be hurt. Hurt that he hadn't trusted them. Hurt that he had left them. He held no illusions. This would hurt them all. He could only gamble that the Zero Requiem would make them happier than he ever could have.
All of it played out before his eyes in slow motion, perfectly. Just as planned. The surprise. The attack. And finally, the assassination, as the sword pierced his chest, the blood poured from the wound, and they finished what they had started so many months ago...
But as the dream passed, the wound did not, and a cry of pain wrenched itself from Lelouch's lips, the sword still buried in his chest, piercing all the way through.