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"No!" His jaw working in indignation, the former prince refuses to meet the eyes of the younger boy shackled beside him. "That's the worst idea I've ever heard, and once, my cousin thought gumdrops rained from the sky." A clink alerts Lelouch, and his eyes shifting to the side, he notes how Ciel shifts into a more comfortable position, hugging his bare legs to his chest.
In such a melancholy building, the two of them has to become creative, in their own way, imagining ideas to escape this horrid place, only for the other to quickly shoot it down. Which is quite a challenge, as the two of them have quite the brain, and neither has concocted such an idea that the other would approve or find decent enough to even perform.
Welcome to the insane asylum, where the smartest minds are left to submit into insanity.
Lelouch was obviously granted into his father's asylum first. Lelouch knows for sure that the main reason why he's even chained to the cement walls with corroding shackles and behind bars is because his father highly dislikes him after he refused to obey his rules after sending off his younger sister because of her disabilities. Lelouch knows, he knows that his father is definitely the one who assassinated his mother because of her common background. Besides, who would want a prince, who's nearly unbeatable in any brain teaser and has an open mind that he might change the ways of Britannia as he often sympathizes with Elevens, to become king? Clearly none of his siblings. So instead, by the age of twelve, he's left reality, and into this hell. No doubt about it his father probably conjured a story that leads to his death, when in reality, he's weak and underfed, sitting on the surprisingly pristine, polished cement floor, his wrists blemished with bruises and swelling red from the chains that are too tight on his stick-like wrists.
And then there's Ciel, another possible threat towards his father's empire. There are times when Lelouch would question what gotten such a bright kid chained here along with him, but anytime he inquires or dog him for a question, he'd clam up, refusing to answer directly, and if he did decide to respond, his replies are vague and uncertain.
Lelouch recalls when he first saw Ciel. He's startled by such a young boy, who he thought was actually younger by his unimpressive height, lead in, his body quivering and legs buckling, yet, the way he glares at his surroundings and the guards that slam the iron door on them, seems to help the radiation of confidence that surrounds him. His azure eye narrowed into a harsh glare, with his other orchid pupil, similar to the hue of Lelouch's eye, with a watermark imprint, swiveling to meet his eye. And here they are now, partners with only each other as their condolences, often bickering, sizing each other up, finding their only source of enjoyment in sharing ideas that often lead to inevitable capture or death.
"You know, escaping would be so much easier if we had our hands unchained," Lelouch mutters, crossing his legs, shivering slightly, implying that it's probably a colder season. After more than five years of having this hellhole as his home, he's grown quite accustomed to the ever-changing temperature, along with the loneliness that often occupies his heart.
And little by little...and both of them know...that pretty soon...insanity will strike their vulnerable minds, despite their many years of clutching desperately onto their last shred of humanity. Ciel also seems to sense the cold, as his fragile body curls upwards into a fetal position, his chains that are bolted to the wall clinking, as he nuzzles his visage onto his knobby knees. Lelouch is aware of Ciel's delicate condition, especially after him hacking out his lungs, his body heaving, with bile retched out onto the floor, that he definitely has some sort of medical condition, which happens to be asthma. Of course, it's not as though the guards who constantly (and poorly) cares for them bothered to offer extra warmth towards the younger boy, and instead, they're rather annoyed by Ciel's constant vomiting. Every time Ciel upchucks his previous, small meal (usually his bile is watery and always in a liquid state as he doesn't have enough solid components from the lack of food) the guards will often end up pissed that they have to clean up the vomit as it often emits a horrible odor that even they can't stand, so instead, they relied on threatening Ciel with a punch or a kick, warning him to not puke. So Lelouch, without asking, shuffles closer to the younger boy, and quite reluctantly, Ciel snuggles closer as well. It's as not as though Lelouch emits much warmth, but at least it's something. The thick walls often also keep out most of the cold, however, not enough.
The two of them have to share everything: food, warmth, words, thoughts, everything, to prevent themselves or the other to end up crazy. Lelouch has to be honest, without the young young boy's existence, he'd probably be driven into insanity, after all, holding conversations with himself and trying to humor such a logical and rational brain such as his is quite crazy itself, at least talking to Ciel means he's not completely cut off from everyone. And with the two of them, they split their meals, which often leaves behind an oily residue that slicks down his throat uncomfortably despite it being rather dry, cautious to make the portions for both of them completely fair, as often, one of their plates hold a larger amount of food than the other, just by a little. The two also have to trade thoughts, just to make sure they're still capable of thinking normally.
How can so much change within an year? The way that Lelouch talks, is quite scary. He recalls last year, when he'd be conversing smartly with Lelouch, plotting stupid ideas, making sure to crush them, just so their hopes don't raise. Hope is for suckers-Ciel refuses to allow himself to fall into false fate that he'll ever be able to leave this prison. By now, Lelouchisn't...Lelouch. His words are no longer counted as intelligible, despite them holding a great amount of reason behind them. No doubt about it, the boy, who's been here longer than he has, has fallen into the hands of bloodlust. The way he snarls at the guard despite the obviously lower status than theirs, along with the hungry gleam that settled over his glassy wine colored eyes, the way he glowers at just about everything that moves, is scary. Ciel refuses to admit his fear for his acquaintance...and pretty soon, his fear slides away. Just about any specks of humanity leeches away from them, and Ciel, without even knowing so, is drained of any emotions that remained in him the moment he stepped into this building with his two bare, calloused soles.
Even just remembering the memory of the flames that lick the sides of his mansion, the way that the fire consumes the crumpled bodies of his parents along with the ringing howls of his deceased pet, along with the screams and shouts that drowns him with the smoke and embers that cloud his vision, causing tears to stream unrestricted out of his dilated eyes. Even the way his throat is ripped raw from screaming and inhaled ash, the helplessness that consumes him was worse. And the way he was locked up in a prison, similar to this, was just as bad.
And now...just recalling those memories...doesn't even faze him.
The physcopath and sociopath, one boiling with blood lust and the other dull and lifeless, shackled beside each other, both has fallen down a rabbit hole where they cannot climb out.
Euphemia gnaws her bottom lip, cringing as Clovis is lectured strongly by Schneizel. Even though the charismatic blonde is often polite, and has not yet raised his voice as he towered over Clovis, chastising him with a scornful tone. She dislikes how her family must have all these petty arguments. Why can they not get along? A lump forms within her slender throat as she remembers when they were younger, and would playfully tumble in the grass only to be chided by their mother for dirtying their crisp uniforms with grass stains, and the way nobody would question them as they'd plait each other's pink hair, with Clovis and another brother cause mischief. She grimaces. The memories of her childhood bothers her, the way two younger kids would always appear in her memories, yet, they disappeared. She once questioned her sister, inquiring curiously about an ebony haired boy with narrowed violet eyes who'd stir trouble with the staff with his partner in crime: Clovis, along with the bubbly younger female with an animated expression always plastered on her face, with two, wide lavender eyes glistening adoration towards the mysterious boy, her toffee hair often pulled into pigtails. Then, one day, these two kids disappeared when she was five, perhaps. And they didn't come back, no matter how much she wished for them.
By now, she has forgotten the majority of information she has upon those two, even their christened names, and Cornelia or any other family member wouldn't answer, and if they did, mentioned that they were an old friend. However, she often notes how Clovis, the weak link of the people she'd ask, who fidgets uncomfortably and probably unconsciously whenever he's placed in an undesirable situation, would avert his eyes, knotting his lips in distaste, as though the words he tell her are sour, implying that he's lying. Something happened with those two kids, and Euphemia finally came to realization she cannot help them, as throughout around ten years of her life, she still has not gathered information about them.
A shout causes her to stiffen, and her spine arches as she's suddenly startled out the thoughts she was immersed within, to find Cornelia has entered the room, her heels muffled across the velvet carpet, as she groups herself into the spat between the two brothers. Sighing, Euphemia slides out of the room, going unnoticed by her older siblings.
So, basically, if you didn't get it already, Lelouch is placed in an insane asylum after he was acting disobedient towards his father, being a danger as he has ideas of changing the way Britannia works after Nunnally was 'killed' for being disabled and blind. Is Nunnally dead? Who knows. Not me, because I haven't thought that far.
And Euphemia remembers a bit of Nunnally and Lelouch, but not that much.
Then there's Ciel, yes, from Kuroshitsuji, who's also in the insane asylum for reasons that I will not tell you. Yet.