A sort of teaser for what I have in mind, to celebrate the coming return of Zero Hour. Enjoy XD
My mother once told me it was better to be hurt than to hurt others.
But she was wrong. There was nothing to gain from it but sadness. She chose to help others because she was scared of the thought of being alone.
She was a coward, and naive... But in the end, I wasn't much better.
I'm not like I was all those months ago. I won't be the one to get hurt. I've finally found people I can cherish again...
And I won't lose them. I will destroy anyone that tries to take what is precious to me.
I will show the entire world... and Britannia... what it means to face a Ghoul.
I am the Eyepatch, after all.
When Jeremiah called down the Knightmares, he expected Zero to become terrified. The Sutherlands crashed upon the ground, aiming their rifles at the truck. The driver seemed to panic, yet Zero's posture remained calm. "Now, take off that mask, Zero!" the Margrave demanded of him. "This charade is over!"
Zero merely chuckled. "My, how boorish of you..." he said mockingly before lifting his hand up into the air, a resounding snap echoing into the silent air.
In that one moment, Jeremiah bore witness to what seemed like an impossible nightmare. Out of nowhere, straight from inside the transport, four bloody red tendrils shot out and impaled the Sutherlands straight through the chests, spearing straight through the pilots' bodies and out through the cockpits, creating a spray of blood. The Knightmares were hoisted into the air by the sheer amount of force, steel being torn apart, before they were tossed away like trash, flying through the sky before crashing back down, their lifeless metal bodies bouncing atop the street.
The transport's carrier section suddenly fell apart, revealing two things that nearly made Jeremiah's heart stop. The first was a familiar canister with metal rods sticking out of it, and the second was the figure sitting on top of it. If Zero was meant for intimidating purposes, then this guy was what terrified you down to your very heart. He appeared young with snow white hair, wearing gray shorts with a shirt bearing short sleeves and a high collar with black leather strips along the seams and rims, also sporting what looked like a black body suit beneath it, bearing white strips along the ankles and forearms. What terrified Jeremiah, however, was the mask he wore. Unlike Zero, which hid his face, this boy wore a leather mask that resembled something akin to Frankenstein, steel bolts sticking out from the neck and a pair of fake lips with a zipper between the white teeth, seemingly grinning sinisterly at him with a black leather eyepatch over the right eye.
The left eye was inhuman: a charcoal coat bearing a bloody red dot in the center.
"Allow me to introduce my associate..." Zero said, smirking beneath his mask. "Eyepatch."
"...A pleasure to meet you..." Eyepatch greeted, cracking his index finger. Everyone listening felt a chill run down their spines. Despite his words, the tone of his voice was deathly cold. As if you were hearing the words of the Grim Reaper itself.
"It...It can't be..." Jeremiah was trembling. Never before had he come face to face with such a monster.
Suzaku felt his very body run cold. He stared at Eyepatch with trembling eyes, fearing for his life. He felt that, if he were to look away for even a moment, then he would surely be killed. His body continued to shake, as if fearing the very thought of facing this... thing.
"You can try to shoot me or my comrade," Zero taunted, or dared rather, gesturing to the canister. "However, I doubt I have to tell you what will happen if you miss, now do I?"
"Damn you...!" The Pure Blood Leader growled. He wasn't stupid. He knew very well the consequences if he shot another bullet.
There was the chance he would miss and hit the canister, releasing the poison gas it contained and kill everyone within the vicinity.
In addition, he could set off that monster into action, killing everyone here.
A lose-lose situation.
"...Very Well. What are your demands?"
"Simple." Zero said, his gaze set on the brown-haired teen behind him. "This, for Kururugi."
Almost immediately, Jeremiah responded. "Like hell!" the Margrave spat angrily, glaring at Suzaku, who looked surprised by the demand. "He's charged with murdering a prince! I can't hand him over!"
"Wrong." the masked man stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "Suzaku Kururugi is no killer. He is nothing but a scapegoat for you to use, as you were never able to find the real killer. Fortunately for you, however, that search has reached an end."
Everyone grew confused by those words, still shaken up by the display Eyepatch had shown them while Diethard stood out in the room, his camera trained on the two masked individuals who had all the world's attention on their beings. Jeremiah was also confused, but surprise also filled into his being. Only a few members of the military knew that they couldn't find Prince Clovis' killer, so they instead settled for an Honorary Britannian.
The idea was brilliant, if one were to look at it this way: with an Honorary Britannian charged with the death of a prince, they could eliminate the Honorary Britannian system.
"After all..." Zero continued, shaking Jeremiah from his thoughts. "The real assassin stands before you!"
Eyes lit up with realization. "You mean-?!"
"Yes, the one who killed Clovis..." The helmet faced the camera to give off that dramatic flare, to make an impression, and to instill fear and awe into the hearts of those witnessing such a spectacle. "WAS MYSELF!"
Upon this revelation, the crowd, as well as everyone watching the news broadcast, gasped.
This masked man...was the true culprit in Prince Clovis's murder?
"For the life of a single Eleven..." Zero continued, extending his hand for emphasis. "You can save countless scores of precious Britannians. I find THAT to be quite the bargain!"
Jeremiah gritted his teeth, glaring at Zero while Eyepatch remained where he was, the tendrils flicking around boredly with the occasional twitch, as if it was begging to impale something. Diethard, however, had a gigantic grin etched into his face, his attention now solely focused on Zero and Eyepatch.
'This is all just one big performance to them!' he thought in glee, having finally found something actually worth his time.
"This is madness!" the Margrave growled as the Sutherlands around him began to move, their sights trained on them. "Insulting his Highness like that... You'll the pay the price of mocking the crown!"
As if in response, Eyepatch glared at them, cracking his middle finger. Instantly, the tendrils quivered, suddenly lashing forward beside him, their tips aimed at them. Whatever bravado the Purists had disappeared in but an instant, having forgotten the demon that waited beside the killer. "Come on..." he dared them. "Try me."
"Careful now, Jeremiah." Zero advised. "Eyepatch is rather merciless, and unfortunately for you..." his tone bore a dark amusement. "He does not play nice with others. Besides, you wouldn't want the world to learn of Orange, now would you?"
"Huh?" His words sparked confusion amongst the masses.
"Orange? What's he talking about?" One of the guards asked his fellow co-worker.
"Dunno?" The one shrugged.
Zero tapped his foot on the roof of the car, which was the signal for it to slowly move forward.
"If I die, it will all go public." the masked man informed Jeremiah, who grew bewildered and confused. "If you don't want that to happen..."
"W-what are you talking about?" the teal-haired soldier gaped. "What is this?!"
Suddenly, a portion of the mask slid back, revealing a purple eye that was soon consumed by a dull red bearing an avian-like symbol around the pupil. "You'll do everything in your power to let us go." Zero commanded. "You're prisoner as well!"
The bird's wings flapped, and emerged from Zero's eye, diving straight into Jeremiah's own irises.
Soon, whatever feelings he had were wiped away, leaving not but an obedient slave. "...Right, understood!" Jeremiah acknowledged the order, turning to the guards on either side of the Number. "You two, release the prisoner!"
"Wait, what?" The guard questioned.
"But...sir...!" This was madness. Just what came over their superior.
"Don't question me, just do it. What are you waiting for? Bring him here now!" Jeremiah ordered.
"No, what are you doing?"
"Lord Kewell!" Jeremiah turned to his comrade, who's face was laced in bewilderment. He failed to notice the red rings around the man's eyes. "This is an order!"
The guards looked at one another, confused and unsure of what to do, but eventually complied and undid the bindings. Once the locks fell to the ground, Suzaku stood up on his feet, rubbing his wrists that had been cuffed behind his back and followed his guards down the transport, where Zero and Eyepatch waited for them.
All around them, the crowd was screaming and shouting, some demanding that Zero be shot, and others wanted to know what the hell was happening. Diethard did not care, he was enjoying every moment of this. "So..." Suzaku looked at the two, but did not meet the inhuman eye of Eyepatch. "Who in the hell are you two-Gah!" he winced as the electric collar shocked him, it's spikes glowing blue with cackling electricity.
"As I thought," Zero observed. "They wouldn't allow you to speak."
"Dammit, if they go, we lose everything!" Viletta growled as she entered and activated her Sutherland.
A red haired girl, with her face concealed by her visor, walked up next to Zero. "Zero...Eyepatch. It's time."
Zero nodded as he produced something from his cape, resembling a switch. "Eyepatch. I'll leave the rest to to you." he told his ally.
The white-haired accomplice nodded as he looked at the Sutherlands that were now resuming their advance. "...Understood."
"Well then..." the masked ring leader said, pressuing his thumb against the switch. "Until next time."
The moment he pressed the button, the canister shook, and purple smoke was released into the air. The crowds were herded into hysteria, people rushing to escape the fog while some were left on the ground and trampled upon. Others threw whoever was in their away aside, trying to get ahead of the crowd.
Chaos had all but erupted into the streets.
"Damn Eleven!" Viletta snarled as she opened fire with her rifle. But her aim was shot away when Jeremiah knocked her rifle away.
"Lord Jeremiah, what are you-?!"
"You heard me, stand down now!" The teal haired man barked back.
As this happened, Zero wrapped his cloak around Suzaku, securing him with the steel rope as he and the woman leaped off the bridge. Kewell immediately figured out what their plan was, and scowled. "They aren't alone at all!" he shouted to his comrades. "They're jumping off the bridge!"
Unfortunately, any that tried to pursue them were met face to face with Death. One Sutherland tried to go after Zero, but it was soon impaled and hoisted into the air by a familiar tendril, blood splattering from out the cockpit. Eyepatch glared at them, one hand at his side, and other in front of him, cracking the ring finger.
"...I won't let you through."
"Damn! What the hell is he?!" Kewell turned to the remaining Sutherlands. "Kill him now!"
"Yes, My lord!" The guards aimed their rifles and fired. Eyepatch just stood still. As the bullets came in close, the appendages from him back whipped around and swatted them away like insects.
"What?" Eyepatch asked blandly, the tendrils impaling the still suspended Sutherland and then ripping it apart piece by piece before slamming it down upon another Sutherland, destroying it instantly. Steel crashed against steel, and metal was broken by metal. "Is that it?"
He did not wait for a reply. He immediately charged forward, the tendrils trailing along behind him. The Sutherlands opened fire, but none hit their mark. The one known as Eyepatch was inhuman, both from the raw power he exhibited, and from the way his body seemed to move fluidly. Once he was within range, one Purist tried to squash him. Unfortunately, the tendrils blocked it easily, and then threw the foot back, causing the Knightmare to fall to the ground. Leaping upwards, Eyepatch slammed one of his tendrils into a nearby Sutherland, knocking it off balance and allowing a second one to destroy it's arm. A third tendril pierced the cockpit of the downed Sutherland, killing the core. The fourth deflected bullets aimed at him.
"What the hell is he?!" a Purist screamed in horror, seeing the demonic eye glaring out at them. "Some kind of monster?!"
Eyepatched jumped high into the air, his direction aimed at the Sutherland. The Knightmare pilot tired to shoot him out of the sky, but the appendages acted as a shield that protected him. Once he was within range, he pulled back his fist before thrusting it forward.
The metal plating on the Knightmare's chest crumpled like tin foil.
The machine was sent flying, crashing straight into the transport. The cockpit was crushed beneath the force of crashing into the carrier, and thus killed the Purist instantly. Kewell's face paled, sweat rolling down his face, and fear pumping into his body like mad. "My God..." he gasped in horror. "What kind of creature is this...?! Just what in the hell are you?!"
Eyepatch used his tendrils to immobilize a Sutherland that had gotten behind him, piercing the arms and legs and lifting it into the air. He then slammed it back down to the ground, metal crumpling and steel being torn apart from the sheer pressure. Diethard, who had yet to remove himself from his spot, was rooted in place. Despite the overwhelming fear that kept him here, he did not want to stop recording this. Zero had been a silver-tongue, a politician that could convince a man with ease and make him do his bidding. He was like a revolutionary.
And Eyepatch was the demon that followed him, the bodyguard that showed no mercy, the reaper that awaited all sinners on judgment day. And today, he had come to reap the souls of the Purebloods.
Kewell as the last one left. He tried to shoot him down, but to no avail. Eyepatch leaped up from the ground, using the tendrils as boosters, and allowed himself to fly through the air, his body twisted and twirling around as he evaded the bullets. With a loud crunch of metal from beneath his feet, he landed atop the Sutherland, glaring straight into the open factsphere.
Kewell was looking Death straight in the face.
"I'm what you would call..." Eyepatch breathed slowly, death reeking in his tone. "A Ghoul."
The crimson tendrils behind him sharpened and aimed dead center of the metal frame. Without hesitation, he skewered the Sutherland.
The arms were ripped apart, and the hardwire and steel frame that made up the behemoth was torn to shreds. Kewell tried desperately to shake him off, but to no avail. Eyepatch had two of the tendrils destroy the legs, thus causing the Sutherland to fall to the ground, lying on it's side.
Slowly, he stood up. His hand reached out, and grabbed the metal covering, and pulled back. It ripped open like sandpaper, letting out a loud screech. Kewell stared at him with large eyes, tears falling from his face. Eyepatch just looked down at him with a dark glare, cracking his pinky. "You tried to kill me just now..." he said slowly, his other hand moving to the zipper between the fake teeth. "Which means... you have no right to complain if I eat you..."
Kewell's body shook, his voice robbed off him, tears and mucus falling from every orifice in his head. There was a small stain between his legs as well. Eyepatch leaned in, the zipper being pulled back to reveal a moistened mouth, dripping with saliva. His black and red danced with madness.
"...right?"
Kewell could only let out a scream as Eyepatch clamped his mouth down on his neck, and smashed his teeth together.
"Gyyyyaaaaaarrrggggaaaaggghhhhh!" The pain was unlike anything he had experienced. Eyepatch had just taken a large bite out of the Pureblood's neck. Muscle tissue, arteries, veings, skin, and bone. All of it was torn from the body of the Britannian.
Kewell, being unable to handle the shock and severe pain, remained paralyzed.
Blood splattered against the walls and over his face. There was nothing anyone could do. No one could help him. They had all been killed, all at the hands of the one in front of him.
Eyepatch gulped down the meat he had ripped out from Kewell, leaning back. "You taste disgusting..." he said with obvious distaste. "In fact... you taste worse than Yamori. Do all you Purebloods taste like shit?"
Kewell couldn't move. He couldn't think clearly. He couldn't even breathe. He was nothing but prey to this predator. He was downright stricken with absolute terror.
"Even still...its edible."
Eyepatch leaned back and sunk his teeth back into Kewell's neck, the man was still stricken with the very horror he had shown him.
"What's one thousand minus seven?" Eyepatch asked as he began working his way to Kewell's spinal cord.
"Gyyaaaaaagghhhh!" Kewel screamed, unable to answer. However, Eyepatch grabbed his arm, and tore it off with a single pull, eliciting another cry of agony.
"I'll ask again...whats one thousand minus seven?"
"N-nine...Hun...dred...N-n-ninety...three...!"the orange haired man gurgled out. Blood now flooding into his throat and trachea.
"Keep counting." Eyepatch told him, throwing the arm over his shoulder and biting down into the stump that was his shoulder.
"N-nine hundred... eighty... six!" Kewell gasped, his eyes trained forward as if it was the only thing available to him. "Nine hundred... S-seventy nine..."
A red tendril pierced his leg, straight through his femur and femoral artery. Another crushed his kneecap.
Tears and mucus were now dripping down the Pureblood's face. He was barely able to maintain his sanity.
"Nine hundred... s-seventy... two..."
Eyepatch moved over and tore into the other side of his neck.
"N-nine... hundred... sixty... six..."
It was a miracle Kewell was even alive, let alone speaking. He had been torn apart, eaten, and skewered. It was amazing he hasn't lost consciousness yet.
Eyepatch tore off his other arm.
"N-nine...h-hun...dred...fifty-ni...ne..."
He leaned back, swallowing the last lump of flesh before zipping his mask back up, glaring down at Kewell. His eye reverted, and the tendrils dispersed into some sort of red mist. "Thanks for the meal..." he said, standing up and turning away, cracking his ring finger. "By the way... On the off chance you're even alive when your comrades find you... give them a message."
The look Eyepatch conveyed would forever be burned into Kewell's memory.
"I have precious people I wish to protect... If Britannia intends to rob me of what I hold dear... Then I will destroy every last one of you."
And with that, he jumped out of the Sutherland, a small trail of blood labeling his path.
Kewell, relieved that it was finally over, passed out.
"It looks like they've treated you rather roughly, Private Kururugi." Suzaku winced as he removed the electric collar from his neck, feeling the relief his skin felt from having been released from their confines. He himself was glad to be rid of such a thing, now finally able to breathe more easily. "Now you understand who and what Britannia is."
Both men were in an abandoned theater. Zero walked up to stand atop a fallen slab of concrete while Suzaku remained where he was.
They had managed to get away safely from the area. Eyepatch was due to catch up with them momentarily.
In all honesty, Suzaku was glad he was with Zero and not with Eyepatch. Something about him just terrified him, and it wasn't just because of the demonic eye he had or the bloody tentacles that were crawling out of his back. There was this feeling, a sort of presence around him that just instilled absolute terror into his very heart.
"Did you really kill Clovis?" Suzaku asked, wanting to know if Zero truly was the one behind the assassination.
"Why wouldn't I?" the man replied at point blank. "This is WAR, Private Kururugi. It is only natural that I would eliminate the enemy."
"And the poison gas?" the teen was slowly growing angry. "There were innocent civilians!"
"A bluff, nothing but colored smoke." Zero assured him. "The end result? Not a single life lost... all except for the soldiers that met their end at the hands of a Ghoul."
Suzaku cringed at the last bit, but regained his composure. "So that's it huh? As long as the ends Justify the means?"
Zero smiled beneath his mask, taking Suzaku's words as that it meant he understood that results were what matter. People did not want suger-coated words or assurance, they wanted to know if they could succeed or if they would fail. Results were what truly mattered in the end, methods be damned. Zero understood this well. He was a general first, and a human being second.
He extended his hand, almost invitingly. "Suzaku Kururugi, the Britannia you serve is rotten to the core. If you want to change this diseased world, then join me!"
"...You might be right..." Suzaku admitted, sighing heavily. "Britannia may be rotten to the core...But what if it could change? Change for the better?"
Zero paused to think. Change...the thought never occurred to him. All this time, he has only thought of the destruction of the corrupted nation. Reform was an impossible solution.
Britannia had lived the life of Social Darwinism for centuries, for as long it had existed. At one point, they were nothing but glory seeking hounds, but soon they adopted to the researcher's theory of evolution, breathing and living it. To them, britannia was the master race, and it would not be denied. Any that would oppose them would be crushed underfoot, and their principles becoming Britannia's principles.
The dream of creating a future where it could be changed was the same as wishful thinking. Wishful thinking got you nowhere. It brought nothing.
When time resumed, Zero's eyes widened beneath the mask as he watched Suzaku spun around on his heel, turning to leave. "Wait, where are you going?!" he shouted in alarm.
Suzaku didn't stop his stride. "To my court martial." he answered. "It starts in about an hour."
"W-what...?" He was flabberghasted. What in the hell was wrong with him?! Didn't he know what would happen?! "Are you mad?! Don't you realize that who trial is just to set you up?! The Judge, the Jury, even the Defense!"
"Rules are rules..." Suzaku kept walking before he stopped. "And if I don't go, they will be cracking down on Elevens, and Honorary Britannians."
"But you'll die!" Zero argued. See reason!
"I don't mind."
"Don't be a Goddamn idiot!"
Suzaku couldn't help but smile in nostalgia, having been called that term before by his friend. "You know, my friend once told me the same thing. Personally, I think he was right." Zero's mouth hanged open beneath the cloth. Was he being reminded of the past? From back before the invasion? The teen turned to face him, his face etched in a serious marble. "I would try to bring you in, but you would probably kill me."
No, he wouldn't He would never kill Suzaku. No, it wasn't that... it was more like he couldn't bring himself to kill his best friend.
"Still, thanks... for saving me." Suzaku flashed a brief smile, and turned to leave.
Or, at least, that had been the plan until a terrifying figure with a mask stood in his way. "And here I thought I was the naive one..." Eyepatch muttered, staring back at Suzaku.
The teen unconsciously took a step back.
"You're seriously going back to the court, knowing that they would persecute you...and hoping that everything will be all fine and dandy in the end?" Eyepatch questioned him. "Sorry, kid. But You're just living a pipe dream. Reality isn't so kind. I suggest you open your eyes now...or it will bite you in the ass later on."
Suzaku felt anger rise in him, glaring back at Eyepatch. His fear was overriden with fury. "And what do you know?!"
The way Eyepatch's eye became softer hinted that he had a sad smile beneath his mask. "I used to believe that being hurt was better than hurting others, that it would be safer to let those stronger than me do all the work while I just stayed back." Then, his eye became darkened. "Then I had a centipede crammed inside my skull and was forced to look at the world I shut my eyes to."
He took a step forward. Suzaku's bravado faded. "Give up, Kururugi. This dream of yours is nothing but that, a dream." he told him flatly. "It will fail, and everything you want to protect will burn to the ground... and you will have no one to blame but yourself."
Suzaku gritted his teeth, and balled his fists together. "You don't know a damned thing!" he screamed back.
Eyepatch's response was for him to grab him by the hair and ram his knee into his stomach, shattering a couple of ribs in the process. "Can't you see I'm talking here?" Eyepatch said as he lifted Suzkau's head up, revealing a pained expression, blood dribbling down his chin. He placed a hand over his fake lips. "Shut up and listen."
"...Damn...you...!" He tried to put up whatever bravado he had left, but it failed to work. Zero, on the other hand, had mixed feelings about this. On one hand, Eyepatch was giving sound advice to Suzaku, which he hoped would make him understand and persuade him.
On the other hand, he was angry that Eyepatch hurt his friend that badly. For now, he remained silent.
"I know more than you think...Kururugi..." Eyepatch continued. "If you keep going down this path...you would just end up bringing pain to those you cherish. By neglecting to see the truth...you neglect them in the process."
Zero's eyes narrowed. He knew of Eyepatch's past, at least during and after his time with the one known as Jason. In all honesty, it horrified him to learn the existence of beings that devoured humans, but he also saw them as pitiful creatures. They tried to live among humans, the very things they devour, and wanted a peaceful life. Jason, however, was different.
He wanted the people around him to suffer and burn. He wanted to watch them writhe in despair.
"If you're so adament about wanting to change the world, then go right ahead." Eyepatch released his grip on Suzaku, the boy falling hopelessly to the ground. "Just don't come crying to us when everything you love is gone, all because of your own selfishness."
"..." Suzaku was quiet. He let the words sink in. Was...he really selfish? Was he really doing this for himself and not for them? The image of two people popped into his mind. One, a raven haired boy with violet eyes, looking rather annoyed, yet smiling. The other, a young girl with light brown hair in a wheelchair, her smile warming the hearts of many.
"Eyepatch, enough." Zero finally spoke up. The white-haired accomplice complied, walking away from Suzaku. "Kururugi... Personally, I find your ideal to be foolish. Britannia has lived this way of life long before either of us was born, and long before Charles zi Britannia had ever been conceived. However..." His voice softened slightly. "Should you change your mind, you will still have a place among us."
Suzaku didn't say anything. Eyepatch's words were still ringing inside his ears as he stood up, his eyes blank and his legs moving by themselves. Zero hadn't expected to him actually answer, and watched his friend go in silence.
"...Was that necessary, Kaneki?"
Eyepatch didn't say anything.
"...I see..." Zero nodded. He didn't need to say anything. The boy was well aware of what his comrade was trying to do.
Kaneki wanted Suzaku to truly understand his actions, as well as the consequences associated with them.
"Does Suzaku remind you of how you used to be?" the masked man stated, his hand going to his mask. The metal pieces behind his head retracted, crumpling together and sliding into the mask itself.
Kaneki removed the mask, ad allowed it down to his neck. "I learned the hard way because of Jason." he spoke, his voice soft, yet at the same time, icy like the glaciers. "I don't want to see someone understand the truth that way."
The steel mask was gently removed, allowing raven black hair and violet eyes to be revealed. "I didn't realize you cared so much about other people." Lelouch remarked. "I recall a time saying you stopped caring about everyone except for those precious to you."
"...That may be true..." Kaneki nodded. "...But when I look at Suzaku, I can't help but notice how similar I was to him. Of course, I still don't give a damn about others except my friends and family."
Lelouch chuckled, shaking his head. Sometimes, he just couldn't but wonder if he would even be here were it not for both Kaneki and his Geass. Now, he finally had the means to fight against Britannia... but he would have to face people from his past, people he once considered his family.
He hoped Suzaku would not be among them.
"Lelouch." Kaneki spoke up. "If Suzaku becomes our enemy... will you be able to kill him?"
The raven haired boy's eyes widened in alarm, snapping toward the white haired male. Kill...Suzaku...?
The thought never truly occurred to him. He was so set on making sure that Suzaku was by his side that...Killing him wasn't an option.
Can he really do it? Can he kill his best friend if he stands in his way...?
"If you can't, that's good." Kaneki surprised him, a small smile on the boy's face. "It just means that you're still human. I've forgotten what that feels like."
"Kaneki..." Lelouch spoke quietly, his tone of sympathy. Lelouch tended to forget that Kaneki used to be a normal human. However, due to the actions of a completely deranged lunatic, he was transplanted organs from the same ghoul who tried to kill him, turning him into one of them. He had been forced away from the world of humans into the world of Ghouls. No longer being able to taste human food, but forced to devour the flesh of humans and other ghouls.
Lelouch shuddered slightly. Would he have accepted that fate so easily?
Sometimes, it just made him wonder what exactly this Jason person had done to break Kaneki so much to turn him into who he was now.
"From here on out, there's no going back." Kaneki said. "You realize that, right? We've practically just declared war on Britannia."
"I know..." Lelouch nodded. He looked into the sky. "From here on out...The Zero hour has passed. We will change the world. We will obliterate Britannia!"
"Change the world, huh?" Kaneki chuckled, cracking his index finger. A dangerous smile found its way to his face. "Then I suppose it's time to unravel Britannia's darkness for all it's worth."
His partner nodded in agreement.
There was no turning back.
The die had been cast.
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