A/N: After our conversation somewhere got off the track, Rayne (Rayniekinnz) and I reading the Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion manga for the first time (actually, our first forage into Code Geass as a whole – we just chose to start with the manga). Sort of like a watching marathon, except with the manga – one chapter a day or thereabouts, and a drabble each to celebrate. So drabble numbers correspond to their respective drabbles – and this collection will go up to Ch 19 which is the last chapter I can find online.
(in other words, this being chapter 1 means I've only read ch 1 by this point, so it may not agree with what's revealed in later chapters.)
Also written for the Diversity Writing Challenge, G2 – write a drabble collection with drabbles between 50 and 500 words. I'm aiming for 250 exactly, with the first two parts 100 each and the last 50, but we'll see how that goes. :D Managed with the first one at least.
he who prepares to pull the trigger
/1/
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The divide between the Sokkai and the Ghetto. The taint of Brittania on this Japanese soil. Their fruitless struggle. It might be sad to watch, but it was also unavoidable.
Only flies caught in that sort of web could struggle without hope. With hatred as their only fuel.
He had hatred. The blood of the royal family in his veils.
He had hope. Nunnally.
He needed might. He needed power.
But, at that point, he was just a powerless one amongst the mass.
So he could watch and play meaningless games and wait for an opportunity that might never come.
.
Surprise. Shock. Possibility.
The possibility of death.
That incensed him. Inflamed him.
To die without having accomplished anything. To die leaving Nunnally behind. To die leaving the deplorable Brittania as it was.
That girl… And Suzaku; why is he –
But the guns, those heartless military men, froze all possibility.
And even Suzaku, being so noble – foolishly noble even – wouldn't save him.
Nor the opportune smoke. The diversions. The girl. The Elevens who witnessed them.
They mowed them all down. And him.
They'd get him too.
Checkmate. Already. Before he'd had a chance to set the board.
He needed something…
Something…
.
The power of the king.
The voice – the power – that saved him from oblivion as the guns drew near, finally, without a barrier left between them.
He didn't care about the price. Loneliness… He was already lonely.
What mattered was that now he had the power to change the world.