Summary: Everyone thought Lelouch was a fool to send a clingy jealous little brother after the very person who could take his place. Well, everyone always underestimated Nunnally. Nunnally and Rollo show the world the power of sibling love.
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By the time Rollo reached the Governor of Area 11, he was panting harshly. A deep breath, and he activated his Geass once more. The guards froze in place, and he made short work of them before his time stop faltered out.
His heart shuddered, painfully.
The girl's back was to him, and all Rollo could see was the back of her ornate chair and a long curtain of pale hair.
"Who's there?" she called out in a sweet but slightly quivering voice.
The chair's mechanisms whirled as she turned to face him, for all the good it would do her. This was his enemy, the one who would take Brother away from him. Rollo sneered faintly. He could end her before she even realized what was happening, but no, this was too personal for that. He wanted her to know she was no longer needed, to feel every agonizing moment of it.
Slinging his machine gun over his back, Rollo reached for his knife.
"Brother sent me," he said, none of his feelings coloring his tone.
"Brother?" she parroted, making Rollo grit his teeth.
"Lelouch," he clarified. "He sent me to take care of you."
She gasped quietly, her hands clasping over her chest. "Brother," she murmured reverently. When she lifted her head, it felt like she was studying him, though her eyes remained firmly closed. "So he's 'Brother' to you too?"
One pale hand extended to him, and Rollo reached out to take it automatically. "Yes," he said quietly. "He's my brother." Mine. Mine.
Her delicate fingers squeezed firmly. Rollo found himself being pulled in, toward her, and he let himself be drawn close. His knife gleamed as he unsheathed it slowly.
She smiled as her arms wrapped around him in an embrace. "Nice to meet you, brother," she murmured.
His arm froze. His lungs, his heart, everything stopped as if by the power of Geass. She – his enemy, the one who would take Brother away – was holding him so gently, just like Brother did. She… she…
"…just like that…?" he whispered, befuddled.
He could feel her soft amusement. "You're Brother's brother, so that means you're mine too," she said, as if it was just that simple.
Mine. Just like that. He'd been claimed. He was Brother's and hers and theirs… and they were his.
The knife fell out of his hand, landing on the floor with a metallic chime, but Nunnally didn't even flinch. Instead, she tightened her embrace as Rollo wrapped both arms around her.
"Now," Nunnally said as they finally drew apart, "let's go see Brother."