Authors Note: Here we go. The Suzaku x Lelouch short-short I promised. I should probably stop writing these kinds of drabbles and move onto stories with an actualy plot and storyline instead of just following the anime based on the true feelings of a character. Perhaps another time. I promise. Code Geass nor any of its characters belong to me. If it did, however, there would be yaoi. Lots of it.
Jay
We're broken aren't we?
I remember who we used to be. Two children; carefree and happy until we were torn apart by adults and their selfish desires.
You and I, we were friends once, weren't we?
I wonder as my thoughts travel back through time; to the time when I was actually happy. Your arms wrapped around me as your captivating emerald green eyes lock onto my own purple ones, "Before you go," he whispers, "I have to know... When can I see you again?"
Those last few words before I was taken away ring hauntingly in my ears. I didn't know the answer to that question.
I remember being taken away in that van, watching your sad and longing green gaze locked onto mine.
Would we ever see each other again?
That question hasn't left my mind. Not since I drove out and away; fated to never see you for the person you are... for the person you were.
Seeing you again reminded me of just how twisted the world actually is.
I don't think I'll ever get over the shock of seeing you in the Britannian army, removing your helmet. Your vow to destroy Brittania all those years ago seemed changed, broken; empty.
Sworn enemies.
I had never considered you an enemy. Not even once. Even though you were my rival in this whole rebellion, I never wanted to kill you but you wanted me, Zero, dead.
I don't think you'll ever know how much that hurt.
No. How much it did hurt. I no longer know who we are; my heart and my feelings towards you will always remain in the past.
Until that day when we became sworn enemies.
I watched behind a dark black mask as you pulled the trigger, aiming the gun straight for my head. I stood there, un-moving and emotionless as the bullet struck the helmet that concealed my identity from the rest of the world.
When it cracked and split open; I don't think I can forget your face.
The dismayed expression, the look of disbelief that darkened those normally bright and cheerful green orbs.
Green on purple.
I don't think anyone could ever forgive the man who turned him in to his own father; had his memories wiped away and replaced.
But I think I can make an exception. So consider yourself lucky; I wouldn't have pardoned anyone other than you.
And I guess that is my own fatal mistake.
