Refrain
By Miss Murder
Memory One
「ひとり」
It was a frightening thing, to see Brother stabbed like that. The sword worked it's way through Brother's Thing frail body and out the other side. Seconds after it's visit to my brother torso, the sword snapped out of him like a retracting snake and back in front of the impostor. To tell you the truth, tears pulled at my eyes and a sickening whale breathed at the door of my lips.
Brother fell with a small thud that echoed through the silent streets. He flipped down the stairs like a tumbling boulder and slid down the last couple of feet into the presence of Nunnally. I stood at his throne, hands shaking and legs paralyzed. My eyes were locked on Brother's pitiful face.
Nunnally, looking down at her dieing brother-my dieing brother-gingerly placed her small hands over his, a clueless tear ready face looking softly at Brother's lifeless complexion. He started to speak to her, kind gentle soft words of love and endearment. Words I had longed to hear. I gulped as my knees unlocked and my legs felt feeling. I stammered to the ground, the wale in my throat working its way out of my mouth. My red eyes stung with pain and my hands tingled with unbelief.
I lifted my eyes to the impostor. Holding the sword watching as Brother shrived up into nothingness. Almost like he enjoyed it. His masked face glazed with confidence and pride.
Before I could tune in to what was happening, I heard words being cheered. My sore eyes looked down at Brother. His lifeless body lay, a smile on his cold face. Nunnally squeezed his hand and out of her small lungs came a sorrowful longing wale. A cry of pure sadness and loss. It over reached the cheering and every ear in the country could hear it's sorrowful tossing and cries. Covering my ears and fell onto my belly, my cape flying over me like broken wings. I started to wale also, much more painful then Nunnally's. We had a duet. Both of our wales and head cracking screams grabbed one another and danced up into the air in a stretch for freedom of the ever bounding sorrow and mourning. Our ghostly hauls and reached ear tearing screeches silenced the crowned in their cheering. None of Brother's forces remained, it was just me, Nunnally, and Brothers corpse. Many people stood around us, along with the impostor standing on the float in victory. But not a soul was cheering. Not a soul could handle the guilt of cheering that murders name while two young humans sat on the floor, sounds coming from them worse then the cry or a dying demon. They all stood in silence, guilt cracking the smooth edges of their black hearts.
I was glad they were silent. Hearing our cries of absolute agony. They needed to feel guilty, for what they did. All of them. Epically that impostor.
Soon my throat rung its last, and I lost my voice. I rolled over, my tear torn face looking over at my brother. I manged to stumble upward, and off into some dark abyss away from everyone. I needed to be alone.
I was alone now, after dragging myself to the school and into my home, I placed myself in Brothers room. My back against his bed, my arms around my legs. In my knees fell my reddened face, my whole figure soaking with tears and sweat. I sat there and cried, no voice or whimpers, for nothing came out even if I tried. Just sniffles and harsh cut breaths to find air where there was none.
After most of the day and night, I had calmed down. My cheeks tear stained and my eyes lifeless. I gazed over into the mirror by brother's bed. I looked like a monster. My cape swirled around me in a sea, my black pants and shirt soaked in sweat, blood, and tears. My purple eyes seemed to have leaked color and were now stone white. As was my face, colorless.
I ran a hand down my cheek. My skin as rough as sandpaper. I would have to get over this, and I knew it. But It seemed my life had vanished along with my heart. My hand fell over the beating organ. An unsteady beat emerged to my touch, this was normal, but my eyes grew a little wider as I felt the beat. It was quite, soft, and barley there. I slid down onto the floor, and my eyes finally closed into what seemed never ending darkness.
The morning came to fast and another day was before me as I rubbed my eyes silently alone. I stood tearing my cape off and laying it on Brother's bed. Tears has poured down my cheeks even when I was asleep, and even now they wont stop streaming down in crystal clear rivers that blur my vision and hope.
I didn't dare eat, I barley felt comfortable breathing. The death of Brother was too much for me to cope. I didn't have anywhere to run, anywhere to hid. V.V was dead, he never helped me anyway. Brother was dead, everyone at the Order was gone. No one in Ashford probably wanted to see my face again. Feeling un easy, a stumbled down the hall to the bathroom.
I held myself up with little strength making it to the toilet just in case. I felt air break my lips, a awful stench also. I started to cough violently into the white toilet. Closing my eyes I gasped and called for air. It felt like I was suffocating. In the middle of my hacking, I heard a small voice from down stairs. Not able to make any human sounding noises, I just kept quite.
The stairs started to rattle and a blond soon peeked into the bathroom. It was Milly. Her face grew terrified and like a mother she ran over to me, grabbing a cloth on the way.
When I started to slow down in my violent coughing and gasping. She wiped the water and stomach acid from my face and looked at me with wide eyes. She two had been crying this morning, as tears streaked down her face.
I started to speak in a small voice, a cough here and there, "Kaicho. . . " I mumbled. She helped me up and down the stair to the couch. I was fine, I really was, but the unsettling grumble in my stomach was still against me. I sat down on the couch, hollowly staring at milly, who had sat by me.
"Rolo . . . are, are you okay?" She asked putting a small hand on my shoulder.
Tears broke at my eyes again. I started to whimper and soon I just grabbed her in need of comfort. I was ashamed to cry for brother, and I would do it for the rest of my life.
I felt her arms wrap around my back, she started to stroke my hair and breath little "It's okay, Rolo."s to me.
"I, I should have protected him!" I whaled, "I should have stopped that man-that impostor! Why didn't I?" I looked up at her with teary eyes. She looked back at me, stone cold.
"No Rolo, it's okay. Lelouch did something for the world, you need to be proud of him." she said softly.
I choked on her words, "But It would be better just to have him here! With me! Please, Kaicho. I just want brother back. I'm a small orphan with no place to go, I just want my brother back!" I said, feeling like a 10 year old child.
"Orphan?" She asked. Ah, I had said to much. I guess it didn't matter anymore, I would have chased Kaicho away sooner or later. I sighed and looked down from her concerned face.
"Yes, I'm an Orphan. I'm not even blood related to Lelouch." I mumbled, looking back up at her I started to plea, "But He was the only one that every understood me! Ever took me in! Ever loved me! I knew it was all lies when he said he wanted to kill me, that's why he made me his knight! To prove that he did love me, that he is my Brother!" I cried in her arms again.
Even by not looking at her face, I knew she was most likely confused out of her mind. Her memories were toyed with also, which means she really did think I was Lelouch's little brother. I sighed.
"I . . . " She fell silent. And just continued to stroke me hair. I would have vengeance on the people who killed Brother.