Code Geass- Divine Comedy

In the afterlife, Lelouch and Suzaku decide to make their journeys through the nine circles of Hell together. Yaoi

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Behind closed lids, there was still light. Light, finally after an eternity of darkness. Light…

His eyes may have been closed but his ears were picking up noises now, much different than the deafening silence he had been accustomed to. Female voices…giggling…whispering.

Suzaku opened his eyes. Several figures came into focus. Angels. Beautiful, white angels with feathery wings masking their faces as they stared at Suzaku with curious eyes.

"I'm in heaven," Suzaku breathed. The angles burst out laughing.

"The poor soul thinks he's in Heaven!" They all flocked over to him, caressing him, whispering in his ear, as loose feathers showered him like snowflakes.

"A traitor? In Heaven?"

"We haven't seen one in a while…going all the way to Lucifer's own den."

"You must go. Time is ticking."

"He is waiting."

Suzaku struggled and found that his hands and feet had been nailed…nailed to the sides of a cross that sat crooked in murky grey water. He was naked, but blood stained his entire body. His surroundings were bleak. They sky (was it a sky?) was grey and blank as well. In fact, it was nearly impossible to tell where the water ended and the sky began. Graves and crosses sat all around, far as the dense fog would allow him to see, sunken in the soft muck. Suzaku's eyes widened. This…this was not Heaven. How stupid of him to have even assumed.

Suzaku tore his legs and hands free, screaming in agonizing pain, as the angels watched him, transfixed and fascinated by his strength and tolerance. He fell into the murky water with a splash. It was shallow. Only a few inches deep. He looked up at the angels. He was uncertain, he was scared, and he was completely lost.

"Who…who are you?" he asked. They giggled again and one of them stepped forward. She extended her delicate hand and lifted Suzaku's chin. Her voice was like a song.

"Darling, we are of no sin

But in heaven's war

Chose no side to win.

Thus we remain The Uncommitted

And from our Heaven fell

Forever condemned

To guard the gates of Hell."

Suzaku was in no state to comprehend anything from the angel's pretty lips. His mind was completely blank, chanting only one thing. He was in Hell. Hell. The angel frowned, noticing Suzaku's expression and continued softly.

"Fret not, poor soul, you've done things Heaven can't condone,

And yet, we are not so cruel to force you on your quest alone."

A second angel stepped forward at this point with a solemn face.

"However this is Hell you see,

Long as your destination to the ninth circle may be,

Your companion should be none other than your eternal enemy."

"Eternal enemy?" asked Suzaku as he attempted to rake through his memoryless brain, "Who is my…" as he spoke the words, there was a disturbance in the water behind him. He turned his head to look upon the newcomer and his eyes widened.

All of Suzaku's life's memories came flooding back. He could see…he could remember the good, the bad, the regretful, the nostalgic. Emotions surged through his body as his eyes began at those thin legs and ran up along that slender torso…those amethyst eyes that sparkled with untold passion, and that hair that framed his perfect, angelic face.

Suzaku could only stare. Stare up and down the body of the man who had both made his life possible and ruined it. He opened his mouth and found that he could barely speak.

"Your Highness…" he began, hardly believing his eyes, "Heaven must be incredibly selective."

"No human is without sin, I'm afraid," replied Lelouch, breaking into a sad smile, "Most of all the man who chose to cast away his values in order to change the world." He bent over and extended a hand to Suzaku.

Suzaku did not hesitate. He took the offered, delicate fingers and allowed himself to be hoisted up. Lelouch made sure that their hands remained linked even after they were both standing. He laced their fingers together and, much like the angels did before him, leaned forward and whispered sensually into his ear while his pale fingers stroked bloody skin.

"Come with me, my dear knight,

Away we must go,

Ahead full…without fear,

Into the inferno…"

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A/N: Yes, a very poetic beginning to what I hope will be a very poetic story. This story will be based upon the real Divine Comedy, which describes, in detail, the nine circles of hell.

Let the adventure begin. R and R