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Another AU Code Geass fic. This time, it's super serious stuff, more serious than the last thing. No yuri, either. Sorry...also, ages are different here, such as Lelouch is older than Suzaku.
He ran down the dark corridor, not thinking of where it will lead...
As he runs, he feels something wet splash up against his pants...
He does not stop to see what it is, he just continues running as if his life depended on it...
At the end of the hall is a light, and that light is illuminating from within a door slightly cracked open...
He reaches the end of the corridor and places his hand on the doorknob; it was wet...
As he opens the door, the light flashes over him, and he realizes that the wet substance is actually blood...
Sitting in the middle of the room, dripping in fresh blood and staring up at the ceiling with a blink look on her face, was a young woman with long green hair...
She held a large blood-stained kitchen knife tightly in her right hand...
The mutilated corpses of her victims laid nearby, the acid from within their torn stomachs spilling out onto the bloody flooring...
He unsheathed a pistol from his belt, and aims it at the girl...and pulls the trigger...
Lelouch Lamperouge, 23, let out a gasp and sat up in bed. He was shirtless, and sweat rolled down his skin as he breathed heavily. Glancing out the bedroom window, he saw that the moon was still high in the sky, glimmering like a lone candle in the darkness of the night. Beside him was a young woman, only in her early 20s and also devoid of clothing, and she was beginning to open her eyes; they were the color of honey, a beautiful glowing yellow.
Sitting up as well, the woman ran her hand down Lelouch's back and whispered, "...What's wrong?"
Lelouch forced a small grin and replied, his gaze still upon the moon, "Oh...it's nothing. I was just dreaming about how we first met..."
The woman smiled in an innocent manner. "...Ah, yes, I remember that too. There was alot of blood, wasn't there?"
Lelouch nodded. "Mmh..."
"Go back to sleep..." the woman whispered before curling up once again under the covers and drifting off. For a while, Lelouch still sat awake, the woman's soft breathing the only sound telling him he was still alive, and not a ghost as he has felt so many times lately in his life.
'Sometimes...I'm afraid I'm going to go insane...'
Lelouch glanced at the bedside table, and stared at the alarm clock. It was only 4:14 a.m. Also on the small table was his wallet and Desert Eagle Mark XIX pistol. Lelouch opened his wallet and stared at the detective's badge that was held inside.
In gold lettering was the words 'Inspector Lelouch Lamperouge'.
Sighing, Lelouch laid down, closed his eyes and was about to fall back into a deep slumber...when the phone rang.
Snatching up the receiver, Lelouch held it up to his ear and grunted, "...Yeah?"
"...It seems there's been a murder...can you and C.C. head over there and check it out? We're sending two of our cops over there right now to meet up with you..."
Lelouch looked over at the green-haired woman. "...Sure. Where do we gotta go?"
"Here's the address..."
It had been around 4:00 a.m. when the local police station received the call regarding the murder. A young woman, Kallen Stadtfeld, had been found dead in her apartment, a pool of blood around her lifeless body. She had been stabbed five times in the chest and face, as well as shot three times, once in the right leg, once in the left leg, and then the final shot was through her forehead. No culprit or suspect was seen fleeing the scene of the crime at any point before the murder was discovered.
Normally, cases like these were definitely not something that any police officer would be happy about, but one of their newest recruits was especially overjoyed that he had been chosen to check out the murder scene.
"Oh yeah! This is awesome! My first real murder investigation!!" Police Officer Suzaku Kururugi exclaimed, his eyes twinkling with excitement. He had always dreamed of being a police officer and protecting the weak, and after passing the exams and proving himself worthy of the title, he had gotten the job. However, up until now, Suzaku had been forced to do nothing but desk work, so he was glad to finally be given the opportunity to be a real cop.
Suddenly, before Suzaku could rush out to the car, a tall man with slightly-curly blue hair reached out and grabbed him by the back of the collar. This man was named Officer Jeremiah Gottwald, and he was Suzaku's mentor of sorts. Unfortunately, he wasn't exactly very fond of Kururugi. Pulling Suzaku close, Jeremiah leaned down and hissed in his ear, "Listen, kid...stop making a damn scene and get in the car without another word passing through those flapping gums of yours, got it? This isn't something you should be so excited about..."
"I'm...I'm sorry..." Suzaku apologized.
"Just...quit being so immature..." Jeremiah muttered, and he let go of Suzaku by pushing him. Taking one last sad glance at Jeremiah, who left to go to the bathroom before heading out, Suzaku sighed and dragged his feet all the way out into the parking lot. Unlocking the car door, Suzaku climbed into the driver's seat, and stared at the large, glimmering moon that hung high above them in the dark skies. It reminded him of a giant eye, looking down upon the world and watching its progress with interest.
"Start the car,"
Suzaku gasped and looked to his right; Jeremiah was already in the car, smoking a cigarette with a glazed look in his eyes.
'I didn't even hear him open the door...'
"Well? Start up the car!!" Jeremiah snapped, his patience growing thin.
A little frightened by his supervisor's sudden snapping, Suzaku quickly shoved the key into the ignition and turned it several times. Soon, the car's engine came to life, and after backing up, they drove out onto the main road and headed off to the left, following the directions they had received to reach the house of Kallen Stadtfeld.
As Suzaku drove onto the highway, Jeremiah pulled out a folder he had been given before leaving the station. It held all personal data regarding Kallen Stadtfeld, and it could aid in discovering the killer or other possible information that may prove why Kallen was murdered in such a violent manner. Jeremiah pulled the cigarette out from between his lips, rolled down the window, and tossed it out without a care.
"...So what does it say about her?" Suzaku asked, wanting to be as involved with the investigation as possible.
Jeremiah's eyes moved almost at light-speed as he scanned over the many files held within the folder. "She was 24 years old, Blood Type: A. It also seems that she had a job as a boxer," he said matter-of-factly, "She's been in 20 matches, and has won 16 of them. In fact, her 16th win had been yesterday, the day before she was murdered..."
"Do you think that the person she won against in that match is responsible for killing her? Or maybe he hired someone...?" Suzaku commented.
Jeremiah shook his head. "Unless they were fuckin' extremely obsessed about winning, then I doubt it. Losing in the kinds of matches she fought in didn't even do much harm anyway; there weren't any huge risks, just missing out on getting about 100 dollars worth of winning money. I recognize a few boxers on this list of people she had beat; they still have huge fanbases despite their loses. I doubt any of them would go as far as murder over something like that...at least, I hope so..."
Suzaku thought it over, and bit his lip. "Then...who do you think did it?"
Jeremiah shrugged. "We'll need to check out her house for evidence first..."
Both Suzaku and Jeremiah remained silent for the rest of the drive...
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When they finally reached the Stadtfeld residence, Suzaku was surprised to see another car already parked in front of the house.
A grim look suddenly befell Jeremiah. "It looks like THEY'RE here..." he muttered as he unbuckled his seatbelt.
"Who?! Who?!" Suzaku asked, a bit frightened and confused on what was going on.
After parking up behind the car, Suzaku and Jeremiah climbed out and walked up onto the front lawn. A tall young man with sleek black hair, wide purple eyes and wearing a large light-brown coat was smirking at their presence, and beside him was a beautiful woman with long green hair that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight. Oddly enough, she was wearing a straitjacket. Her eyes seemed devoid of emotion.
"Well, well...so they decided to send me Orange-kun and his newest little lackey, huh?" the black-haired man chided in a mocking tone.
The green-haired woman said nothing.
"Shut it, Lelouch. I'm not in the mood for this," Jeremiah snarled.
"Come on, Orange-kun, cheer it up! It's been a while since we last saw each other!" The man named Lelouch joked.
Jeremiah rolled his eyes and commented, "...You're really tired, aren't you?"
Laughing in a rather foolish way, Lelouch replied, "Yes! Yes, I am!" Immediately after that, though, his expression hardened, and he suddenly became very serious.
"Who's that little monkey with the dumb look on his face standing next to you...?" Lelouch asked.
Taking a step forward, Suzaku exclaimed, "My name is Suzaku Kururugi, and I am a police officer!!"
"...Never would have guessed..." mumbled the green-haired woman with a tiny smirk.
Clenching his fists, Suzaku gave both Lelouch and the green-haired woman a nasty glare, and then whispered to Jeremiah, "...Just who are these freaks?"
"These 'freaks'," Jeremiah explained, "Are our police force's most prized and decorated officers: Inspector Lelouch Lamperouge and his assistant, C.C.!"
"...C.C.?"
"Yes. Her name is C.C..."
"You know," Lelouch suddenly spoke up; he had been listening in on their little conversation, "C.C. and I...well, we don't really consider ourselves as 'inspector and assistant'...more like 'master and pet' in a way..."
The woman named C.C. nodded in agreement.
"Why not?" Suzaku asked.
"Well..." Lelouch smirked, "Because, I'm responsible for her, and make sure she doesn't try to commit murder again...she WAS a death-row criminal, after all..."
"I see," Suzaku stared at the ground for a moment...and then he cried, "WAIT, WHAT?!!"
Placing a stern hand on Suzaku's shoulder, Jeremiah said, "We'll explain it to you during the investigation. Let's just go and get this over already..."
Suzaku couldn't believe it. Staring at C.C., he thought, 'Such a cute, innocent-looking girl like her...A DEATH-ROW CRIMINAL?!!'
Poor Suzaku was beginning to regret ever taking up this profession in the first place...