The wind howled loudly and the ocean waves pounded against the stony shore. I blinked away the blurred tears and sat down on the dry, salt crusted rocks. Fumbling with the bottom of my wreaked shirt, I stared off into the distance, as if in a trance. He was going, he was leaving. Britannia was so unfair. First, they made mother die, second, they sent father away, and third, they put me here, with these people. I hate them. I hate them all. It was all their fault... wasn't it?
The afternoon sun was cold and harsh, not beautiful and warm as they lied about. Oh well, it was Area 11 anyways. Footsteps pounded against the dirt road behind me, but I didn't look. I already knew who it was. He was bound to come, he cared too much.
Suzaku Kururugi.
"Akira Hirosuji!" his voice rang out clearly, but yet, it seemed so distant. I quickly turned and mahogany mixed with green as I met his warm gaze. He smiled gently at me, but I didn't return it, instead I glared angrily instead, but I broke off our gaze when he attempted to approach me.
"I hate you. I hate you so much!" I growled, jealousy, hatred, and guilt building up inside my chest. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. Suzaku looked hurt, but he still smiled. His emerald eyes shined with hope as he reached out a reassuring hand and sat down beside me. He embraced me awkwardly, but he was stiff as a plank as the shadows of the afternoon sun shivered when I made eye contact.
I felt tears roll down my cheek and I couldn't help but sniffle loudly a few times. Suzaku wiped them away with the back of his hand. Inside, I felt myself snap. I stood up, startling Suzaku.
The sound of the back of my hand against his cheek echoed, to me, it seemed forever. Even so, he smiled. I decided I couldn't move him, emotionally, nor physically. Finally, I stormed away, crying a river from my usually hidden frustration.
"I hate you, Kururugi! Y-You.. I hate you!" I hissed, looking down at the little pebbles I crushed. I wanted to run, how could I ever face him again...?
"No, I don't hate you. I love you, Akira," Suzaku laughed gently, watching me withdraw to the dirt road, "I know you're lying, you always hide your face when you do..."
I wiped at my eyes and stumbled on till I reached the Kururugi shrine. Lelouch peeked his head out from the old wooden doorway. His ebony hair covered his eyes, and he carried a bag in his hands. Didn't they already leave? I could hear Nunnally from inside the storehouse. I quickly glanced at him, my vision blurred by my tears.
"Lelouch, what's the matter...?" she asked, concerned as Lelouch dashed out from the old storehouse.
"Akira! Where's Suzaku? What's th-" he questioned, but I cut him off when I turned away from him and nodded slightly, assuring him I heard him. I didn't have the nerve to talk to him, to tell him what was the matter. He already knew, didn't he? I didn't even want to look at him, his gaze would penetrate the deepest trenches of my soul and he'll fish out my deepest and darkest secrets with just a word. He and Suzaku were the same. All so worried about everything.. I don't need them anymore, did I?
I wiped my face on my arms before blindly sprinting towards the unwelcoming trees ahead of me. I didn't look back, even when I heard Lelouch calling my name. I know he wasn't going to chase after me... He needed to watch Nunnally. . I didn't deserve them, I was just a filthy and stupid Eleven, wasn't I?