Disclaimer: Is not mine.
Warning: I suck at grammar, be prepared for that.
King and King.
His blue bore into my purple eyes. We both held the pride of a king and the cold, testing look that won wars and battles. Whoever was pushing me on my knees in front of this man was blind. Just because I seem to be forced to bow down to the likes of him does not mean I will. My purpose is to beat him.
We both were meant to be kings, yet, only one could become one.
"Lelouch," he allowed that all-knowing smirk to play on his lips as he spoke, "I have won."
The ridicule and unbearable faith in his own words seemed to just strengthen his truth. I hated this man, I truly did, and continue to hate him even now, when he is standing in front of me and is laughing about the defeat I have experienced right now. I despise him.
Brother or not.
"Schneizel," I could only let out a low growl, "You have not won yet." Even in this pathetic position I'm in, I know that I will win. Regardless of what he has in store for me.
Because this was a game, a simple game of chess. I refuse to go down so quietly and obediently, not against this man. I will be the last man standing in the middle of the corpses, lying by my feet. I will be victorious.
His smirk disappears, as the words reach his ears. "Oh and why do you say that?" his voice holds no interest or amusement, as it usually does. It seems he has stopped treating me like a lowly fool for once. "Care to enlighten me, oh little brother?"
I smirk. Of course I would, because this is the right time to do it. "Because I'm the king." I quietly say, my eyes frozen on the surprised expression now washing over Schneizel's face.
And right after my words all I, Schneizel and the lowly people around us see is red, so scorching hot and destructible that it numbs everything. That is also the last thing that anyone will see, since they do not possess what I do.
Since, I am a King.
A/N: Nothing to say here. Really.