Indigobird
The older, Japanese boy stood over him, silently watching him cry. It made Lelouch angry. Why was he just standing there? Why didn't he say anything? He should be cursing him, hitting him, killing him for what his countrymen were doing. Anything but this – this silent vigil he was keeping over Lelouch as he grieved.
Yesterday his sister had died. The small, crippled girl killed by stray gunfire. Lelouch had been next to her, holding her, thinking he was protecting her as they hid from the Britannians attacking a band of resistance fighters. If only he had been a inch to the left, then it would have been him that died and not his sweet, innocent sister.
It should have been him…
He buried Nunnally's body in a shallow grave he'd dug with his hands. A small stack of stones were the best he could do for a marker.
Then he picked a direction and walked. He walked until his legs gave out. Laying face-down in the dirt, he felt an odd sense of peace. He was ready to die. His anger at Britannia and his father, his need for revenge for his mother's death, was all forgotten. Living was too painful. If there was an afterlife his mother and sister were there waiting for him. He was ready.
Then he woke up.
He didn't understand at first why he was being carried. He hadn't been carried by anyone in a long time. Not since he was Nunnally's age. Nunnally…
Nunnally!
He pulled free of the person carrying him. He collapsed to the ground. The memory flooded back. His little sister. A small hole between her eyes. A much larger exit wound that made him sick to look at.
Tears clouded his vision. His throat tightened. He struggled to breathe. The boy who had been carrying him watched his tears fall into the dirt. He didn't say a word the whole time. Lelouch couldn't take his silence anymore.
"Why?" Lelouch growled out. His voice was hoarse from crying. "Why didn't you just leave me there? I wanted to die!"
The boy stared down, his dark, narrow eyes judging him. He shook his head. "It's not time to die. Not yet."
Lelouch clenched his fists until his nails were biting into his palm. "They killed my sister!" he screamed at him. "They took everything from me! I don't have anything to live for anymore!"
He didn't see the fist coming, but he felt the pain in his cheek all to well. The ground hurt, too.
"Stupid little herbivore," the boy said before he kicked him over on his back. "You have your life. That's more than most have."
More than Nunnally had.
Lelouch looked away, guilt overwhelming him. What would Nunnally think of him now?
The boy reached down and grabbed him by the front of his shirt. He pulled Lelouch to his knees. Cold steel-gray stared deep into violet. "Live. Get stronger. Make them pay for what they've taken."
Make them pay…
His mother, Nunnally, Suzaku's father… how many other lives had his father's empire destroyed? Someone had to do something. Someone had to make a stand. Make them pay. He would do it. Somehow, someday, he would burn Britannia to the ground. He couldn't let himself die before then.
Lelouch remembered the promise he had made to Suzaku. "I will obliterate Britannia," he repeated his vow, reaffirming it to himself.
The boy smirked and nodded, then he lifted Lelouch onto his back. His arms hooked under his legs to support him. Lelouch made a noise of indignation but didn't fight. His legs were still too weak to carry him for long.
"Hibari Kyoya," the boy said.
"Lelouch…," he said then paused. "Lelouch Lamperouge."
End.
A little crossover/fusion. So, I have no idea when I'll get around to continuing this… Also sorry for killing off Nunnally. It wasn't personal, honest.