A raven haired boy is recumbent on the plush mattress of a soft bed. His eyes are closed, his breathing is slow, and for the moment, he is alone. The last few hours—no days, have been difficult for the boy; he so easily succumbed to sleep despite his earlier situation. Those final moments are unclear, but what's worse, the future is even more obscure. However, nothing mattered to the boy except for reaping the munificent rewards of sleep.

Lelouch Lamperouge was unaware of his inappropriate surroundings. Suddenly, his eyes shot open and he attempted to sit up, but his limbs felt as heavy as lead. The darkness of the room mixed with an onset of headaches left him blind and particularly vulnerable for a few minutes. It took awhile, but his eyes adjusted to the darkness. However, upon seeing the rococo room he presided in only succeeded in frightening him, he was in the worst place he could imagine—a Knights of the Round's bedroom.

He a muffled scream escaped his lips as he tried to get out of the bed. Much to his horror, his mouth was gagged with a ball gag, and his limbs were tied to the bedposts. He struggled against the ropes and screamed; the normally rational boy was scared senseless by the affliction and danger of his situation. He had no weapons on him; in fact, he was stripped of all clothing only the bed sheets were keeping him decent.

"Mfh! Mfh! MFHHHH!"

With that last muffled scream someone entered the room. C.C wasn't to his rescue. The person who entered was none other than Suzaku.

"Looks like you're awake," Suzaku was as unfriendly as Lelouch remembered. Hours ago they had their guns aimed against each other. A wave of hate washed over Lelouch, he began to struggle more fiercely. The irony of it all, he's usually the friendliest person. It's done him some good to finally grow up, the dark haired boy thought to himself.

"I wouldn't waste my energy on that," the brown haired boy walked over to him, standing over him, "You're my prisoner until the Emperor asks for you back. Right now, he's working on damage control over at the Academy. Right now, you're mine."

Lelouch shivered. He wasn't used to Suzaku being so…harsh…so….intimidating. It didn't help that Lelouch wasn't able to speak, wits were his best weapon.

"As for you sister, you don't need to worry about her. I'll make sure of it. She will be happy," he stressed the final sentence to further add to the dark haired boy's agony. Lelouch rolled his eyes unable to even make an obscene gesture at his tormentor.

"She won't need you just like the world won't need you," he hissed. His anger from earlier hadn't faded and it re-ignited Lelouch's anger. The dark haired boy struggled and continued to struggle until his energy gave out. All the while Suzaku watched, his eyes mocking his prisoner. Finally, when Lelouch's exhaustion got the better of him, Suzaku picked up the boy's head by his hair and forced his deep, purple eyes to look into Suzaku's honest, green eyes.

"You cursed me. I have to live each horrifying day knowing that I survived and she didn't. For as long as you are mine, I will make sure your existence is as horrible and nightmarish as mine is. Now, I'll start."

Lelouch's eyes widened in shock.

Reviewers: Vote on what Suzaku should do next: sexy time, hot foreplay, just kiss, or other. I'm kinda stuck. T.T