Scar
Pairings: SuzakuLelouch
Warnings: slight dash of angst? I don't know, I've never thought of my stories as angsty. What do you guys think?
Disclaimer: Code Geass is not mine
Suzaku stared at Lelouch whenever he could nowadays.
He knew that Lelouch had been cleared of suspicion that his memories had returned. But he will probably always hold the doubt that the other was acting.
He knew that Lelouch was a good actor. He knew.
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But whatever the truth, in the here-and-now, this Lelouch was typing diligently, planning for the next student council meeting. He was nothing more than a very skilled student who was hard at work.
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And so Suzaku feels that it was alright for him to stare at Lelouch. To drink in the sight of that pale face that he had not seen for a year. The face that had worn a look of panicked anguish before the boy's memories were altered.
It wasn't a look that he would forget anytime soon. After all, he had helped bring that expression onto Lelouch's face.
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He had never seen Euphemia at anything but her most gracious. The Euphie when she fell into his arms. The Euphie that took command as the Vice-Governor. The Euphie that declared the Special Administrative Zone of Japan. The Euphie that was...
Geassed.
But that was not her. And so he had never seen his princess at anything but her best.
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He had seen Lelouch at the highest of his highs and the lowest of his lows.
He was there when he made his debut as Zero. He was there when he declared the Black Knights to be allies of justice.
He was with him when he was forced to submit to the Emperor his father.
He was the one who denied his existence.
He was the one who shot him.
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His eyes traveled up Lelouch's face and lingered. That soft dark hair is hiding it, he supposed. The place where he shot Zero. Blood had flowed down Lelouch's face as Zero's mask split in two. He revealed Zero's identity. He marked him.
He wanted to see the physical evidence.
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He reached out across the table and before Lelouch could lean back in surprise, had twined his fingers into the silky strands of hair, pushing it back to reveal the hairline.
There. The scar where the broken mask had marred the smooth skin.
Lelouch was unusually silent. Perhaps he had sensed his strange mood? He continued to stare at the scar, before he dipped his eyes to stare into the other pair. Unfathomable pools of amethyst stared right back at him, the emotion in them completely masked.
Suzaku said nothing, but instead caressed the spot with his thumb.
Was he feeling guilty?
That's not it.
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Perhaps, after all, he had loved Lelouch. Perhaps, after all, he hadn't wanted to mark his precious person in that way.
Perhaps, after all, it would have been different if his feelings had been realized and reciprocated.
Perhaps, after all, it would have made no difference.
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He let go.
