Author's Note: wrote the concept up last month…just recently discovered the paper where I jotted it down… As to how the situation came to be well, err, it was means of comfort…so…yeah, comfort. It was needed and so it was given…shared…The plot was originally for an original story but, feh, I'm lazy…
Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion
A Thousand for One
996…
There is a belief in Japan, of having one's wish granted for the price of but a thousand paper cranes. If this were true –no, it is true…my wish would be granted.
997…
I wish for life…
998…
He wasn't supposed to die. He was protected…by her…but she had failed. She failed…
999…
Tears were falling freely now that she let the pain seep through her melancholy as she remembered. She almost always never cried…not since then…and never one to show emotion. She'd felt herself so closed off, so different, so alone. She grew to be so indifferent… to everything, to everyone but not to him. He'd known her…just as she knew him.
1000…
"I wish for life. I wish for life," she repeated like a mantra; her hands clutching tightly to the wings of her last paper crane. "I wish for life."
Bitterness, a feeling she'd grown to know so well. But this day was different, this day the joy overshadowed the bitterness. Though this life she received wasn't as expected, it was a wish granted nonetheless, a wish that came from a heart she'd thought long gone.
"It's a boy," came the nurse. The baby's loud wailing was heard –loud, fitful, and so alive. "What will you name him?"
C.C., her hair plastered with sweat to her face smiled, the tiredness immediately replaced by an equal measure of joy and sadness. The happiness grew as her son was placed in her arms. She smiled at him, tears falling as she looked at his purple eyes, reveling in the feel of his soft wispy dark hair curling atop his head. "Lelouch," she spoke. "After his father."
It was as she was watching her son sleep later that week that the bitterness and panic returned.
Would she outlive this precious child? Or would he outlive her?
C.C. prayed for neither. She had wished for life and received it. Now she, holding the square paper, she would fold and wish again. This time for happiness…
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