Ok just to disclaim away: I don't own Code Geass or any of it's characters. I do own all the OCs in this story and the plot and any Knightmares I come up with. And thanks to my co-writer Sol for helping me out. Go check out her Deviant Art page: http:// crossingxboundaries. deviantart. com/ She has lots of awesome Code Geass art and has a poster for this story on there!! Thanks again!!
C.C. stood on the deck of a boat that was heading for Japan, her green hair blowing in the wind as she looked out at the stars that were reflecting off of the water. "Everything is quite all right; you know that, do you? We have a few problems here, but you don't have to worry about the small details. Like I said, everything it's just fine... The Earth is spinning in her own shaft, and all around her are people living peacefully. But, the truth is that I can't believe that I'm here to see that, it does not agree with the contract we have... Have? Had? What a strange word..." she sighed, getting lost in her musings.
"I'm right here, seeing all you'd done for us, for me? No... For her, right? She's fine; actually, she's doing well all the 'emperor work'. Her sad eyes seem happy sometimes, but you more than anyone know that they are just a passing lie. And he is protecting her...us?" she pondered as she held onto her Cheese-kun plushie.
"I've never had troubles with words, you were the one; but I don't know what's wrong with me. You can't help me with the answer, isn't that quite right, ne... Lelouch?" she said with a sad tone in her voice.
"That's right, he can't help you with that answer," a female voice said from behind the green haired witch. Before C.C. could react, there was a sharp pain in her skull and everything in her world went dark.
A young brown haired man stood at the end of a pier as he overlooked the ocean, letting out a heavy sigh as a warm salty breeze passed over him. "What the hell do I do now?" he questioned as he pulled mirrored sunglasses from his face, revealing brown eyes with a Geass sigil glowing in each eye. "I was raised from a young age to be a killer; a weapon. And now the world is in a time of peace, a time where people like me aren't needed. So just what do I do now?"
The young man let out another sigh as he replaced the glasses to his face, turned down the pier, and began heading back towards the city. As he was walking back, something along the shore line caught his eye. He stopped for a moment and took a closer look at the object in the distance, realizing it was a person lying in the sand. "Hey! Are you ok?!" the young man called out, hoping for a response.
"Great, guess I get to play hero now," he grumbled as he ran off the pier, the world around him slowing as he went through the air, landing in a graceful roll before dashing down the beach. "Hello? Are you even conscious?" the brown haired man questioned as he walked up to the person lying in the sand.
The man huffed a bit when he didn't get a response and gently rolled the person over, anger and hatred filling his being as he looked at the green haired woman who was partly responsible for his torment and 'training' that made him into the weapon he was today. "What the...why the hell are you here?" he growled, debating on whether or not to throw her back into the water.
"What's that smell...that voice...Lelouch? No, he can't be," she thought with her eyes closed, pressing them, "but I know that voice, it sounded like..." then she opened her eyes, the sun obscuring the person who helped her from her vision. "Alex…" she finally said as her eyes finally adjusted to the light..
"So it is her," Alex mentally growled as he glared at the woman, gripping a hidden knife in his boot. He waited for a few moments, waiting for her to do something but was surprised when she only managed to fall back into an unconscious state. "I should just cut her open now and toss her back in the water for the fish to eat," he snarled quietly as he stood up, determining his next course of action.
"I should but then I wouldn't get answers, or the pleasure of torturing them out of her," the brown eyed man chuckled sadistically as he picked the woman up and headed back towards the city.
"God...what is so painful, my wrist... are just..." suddenly she opened her eyes, and saw how a black figure form in front her. "Alex, what did you..." she finally said, but he was not there. Then she looked the scene, she was half naked, cuffed in his bed. "What a pervert," she thought seeing the entire woman could feel the crowded air, smell the staleness in it; everything was so different from Ashford, from Lelouch.
The white walls were eating at her eyes; she could hardly keep open them. Suddenly the browned hair guy came in the room, and looked at her from the foot of the bed. "What's going on, Alex? Do you finally get in the mood? Fu," said smirking, but the soreness in her wrists hit her again. She moved her hands trying to escape from the cold metal. "Can you?" asked him doing the same movement
"Can I what?" the man growled, glaring at the woman as he pulled a chair up next to his bed and sat down next to her, holding a knife in his hand. He was trying to stay calm and be reasonable about what had happened to him. She left the order when he was twelve. Still she had seven years to own up for and he was going to get his answers.
"I don't like it in this way," she ironically laughed and saw how Alex played with knife.
Alex ignored her comment, massively irritated by it and pointed the knife at her, growling, "This is what's going to happen. I want answers you're going to give them to me. If you play along like a good little witch I'll let you go at the end. If you don't give me answers...well lets just say that fifteen years of training to become a weapon are going to be put to good use."
The word just caused her heart to beat and made it feel crushed for a strange reason. "Nobody calls me 'witch'...", she growled, but she felt that it was not the right tone of voice, "and what will you do with this? Kill me? Torturing me? You are funny. You are a funny pet, Alex. If you want answers, you know how you get them. Now, I'll ask you to do it again; CAN YOU?" she said, emphasizing the last two words.
Alex growled as he glared at the woman, knowing that she wouldn't be intimidated into giving him the answers he wanted. "Guess I'll have to play this your way," Alex said as he put the knife in its sheath and pulled out the keys to the cuffs. "No funny business," he warned as unlocked the cuffs from around her wrists.
"How a good boy, the Geass order teaches you protocol too?" said while he was removing the handcuffs from his wrists.
Alex glared at the woman as he wrapped his hand around her neck in a flash and slammed her to the bed. "Do NOT start with me witch," he snarled as he locked eyes with her, the Geass sigils glowing brightly.
"Do..." she tried to say, "Do not call me witch," C.C. took her partner's wrists, and pressed lightly. "Please," the green haired woman, for the first time, begged.
With a smirk the golden eyed witch's tone changed in an instant, "You've not changed at all, you know that, right? You were a kid the last time I saw you, now you are a... well just go and find some mirror to look at," she said with a smirk, trying to get under the Geass user's skin. "The only difference between the 12 years old boy I used to know, and the man I've just found, is the eyes... your eyes," C.C. said seeing him. Then she continued, "Is it eating you alive? The powers of the Geass do that... I thought you were not so weak, Alex".
"It isn't eating me alive," the brown eyed man said with a laugh as he looked at the woman. "I've mastered this curse you gave me. I can control my time completely." Shifting a bit he decided that maybe it would be needed to remind her just how his power worked. "In case you've forgotten," he mocked as he looked at the green haired woman, "my Geass allows me to speed up my perception of time. I will admit that when my Geass first went active full time I did have a lot of trouble. But I managed to get it under control and now I can go from having a normal perception of time to one that is four times faster than that of a normal human's."
"You are boring me, Alex... I don't really care about it," she told him, while she was playing with a piece of the sheet.
"You were the one who brought it up," he said as he looked at the woman and decided that it was his time to get answers. "Anyway, it's time for me to get some answers. So first and foremost why did you choose me? Why did you pull me away from my family?"
"Why do you think I did it? I think you are thinking that you are the center of this whole thing, and let me tell you that you are wrong", said shortly.
"I think I'm the center because I was the one stolen away from my parents," the young man growled as he glowered at the woman. Realizing that continuing to accuse C.C. would be pointless; so he decided to press in a different direction, "But, if you're not the one who took me away then who did?"
"You don't think your questions through seriously, right?" C.C. said as she tried to straighten her hair with her hands, playing with it and taking it from one side to another, "Do you remember V.V. Alex?" the woman finished the question letting out a deep breath.
"So it was that little midget bastard," Alex said with a smirk as he looked at the green haired woman. "Well at least he's good and dead then, isn't he?" he chuckled sadistically. "Know why he took me?"
The green hair woman looked at him a little bit depressed for the question, "You are really boring, Alex. Your stupidity is boring me... you have a useful power, Alex. V.V. thought that he could use you as a weapon. At least you don't have failures..." the she saw him with her golden eyes and continued, "but I think you were not useful after all, in the end you are making me silly questions."
"I think some of the people at the order would agree with you then," he laughed as he looked at the woman. "A lot of them wanted to dispose of this 'defective weapons' each time I killed some of their friends."
C.C. smiled a little bit, "That sounds terrific!" she joked settling into the bed, "But I have to admit that I'm impressed, this is the first time you are agree with me. Are you agreeing with giving me my clothes, or do you want me in this way for a little time longer?" she said with a strange tone in her voice, half lewdness and half sarcasm.
Alex let out a sigh as he looked at the woman, somewhat enjoying her current situation but somewhat disgusted at that. "Your clothes were ruined with the blood and all," he stated simply as he looked at the woman before changing the subject, "I'm going to take a shower. There's cold pizza in the kitchen and I'm assuming you know how to use a microwave."
"Pizza? I don't need it, it's the only thing I love to eat it cold," she said in the moment she stepped out of bed. Then she grabbed her arms and stretched her body "But, if you want me to be clothed this way..." the golden eyed woman said to him, pointing to her underwear, "you have to be in the same way..." she finished going out the room, and leaving Alex behind.
"Whatever," he said, walking out of the bedroom after the woman. He walked across the living room area and into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. "Damn that woman. She's an infuriating witch," he thought as he turned the shower on and allowed the water to heat up as he removed his clothes, revealing scars that covered his body. His legs and arms had only a few scars from burns and lacerations, but his chest and back had almost every square inch of the skin covered in scars from lacerations, burns, bullet wounds, and surgery. The young man let out a sigh as he stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade over his body, relaxing his muscles. "Well the question now is what to do to deal with the witch," he pondered as he tried to figure out just what to do with her.
"A roof, a bed, a brat, a pizza...For some strange reason makes me sad..." the immortal stated taking a bite to the cold pizza. "It's really strange, but I miss you, Lel..." she stopped talking when she noticed that she had a tear running down her cheek. Her hand cleaned her cheek, and dirtied with a little bit of tomato's sauce.
For a couple of minutes she ate in silence. "You are not like him, Alex...you are so different. Not nice, not weak, not...", once again she stopped her conversation with herself, "You are not him".
Once the woman finished the pizza, she rose from her seat and walked toward the door. She stood in silence and look back. Then she turned slowly toward the remains of the meal, took them and threw them away. "Now the question is... what to do to deal with a brat, not with a warlock?" the green eyed woman thought smirking.
As the woman finished her thoughts the door to the bathroom opened up and Alex came walking out without his shirt on. "I take it you've eaten then," he stated as he noticed the pizza box sitting in the trash.
"Now I can see why you hate them..." C.C. said looking at the floor, "but I told you before, you can't be dressed if I am not," she joked with him."Can you?" the woman asked, at the same time took a strip of her bra and dropped, making a snapping noise.
"Well feel free to take your bra off if you feel like it," the man said as he walked past the woman and into the bedroom.
C.C. looked at him with amazed eyes. "I am asking you if you don't have any clothes for me. I'm freezing and also a bit uncomfortable..." she said to Alex.
"We'll get you some tomorrow," the brown eyed man said as he looked at the golden eyed woman. "I'm going to bed now and you're going with me. You'll be fine under the covers until morning."
At the moment she heard that, she just ran across the bedroom and dove onto the bed. "Boys sleep on the floor," she said lazily as she pulled the blankets over herself. "Good night, Alex"
"Wrong," he said, lifting the covers up and pushing her over, lying down beside her. "This is my bed in my apartment. You have two options; sleep in the warm bed with me, or on the cold floor."
"You are not like him," the green haired woman told him settling aside. "Good night, wherever you are..." she muttered, closing her eyes.
Alex woke up as the light coming from the window hit his eyes, causing him to wince as he looked around the room. "Gotta remember to block that window out," he grumbled as he sat up, looking at the woman who was sleeping peacefully next to him. "Wake up witch," he said as he shook her a bit.
"Shut up, you stupid Lelouch..." the woman said unconsciously, still deep asleep. At the same time she threw her hands into the air, beating Alex fondly.
Alex easily caught the wild punches that were being thrown and shook the woman a bit harder to wake her up. "Come on, wake up," he ordered grouchily.
"W-what?" she opened her eyes and saw the browned hair man. "What are you doing? Why did you do that?" the woman muttered, glaring at him.
"Do what?" he growled, quickly getting irritated at the woman's shenanigans.
She looked into his eyes, and suddenly they hers began to well. She took her hands and took her head with them. "What do you want, Alex?" asked him trying to sound like the witch who Alex knew she was.
"You need to get ready," the brown eyed man said as he got out of the bed and walked over to the closet, grabbing some clothes for himself. "We're going to the store to get you clothes."
"Oh, I see. What am I supposed to wear in the store? I don't care if you are into exobitionists, but I don't want to everybody looking at me," C.C. said with a bored tone.
Alex snorted at her and replied, "The closet's open, isn't it?" before leaving the room to give them both privacy while they changed.
C.C went to the closet and took a pair of blue jeans with a white shirt, put them on and saw her figure for a few minutes in the mirror. "Indeed, I miss you so much, stupid warlock...you were the only one with whom I could share clothes..." Then she took the sides of the jean and pulled on them, annoyed at how baggy they were. "Anyway..."
Alex finished changing into a pair of dark jeans and a black muscle shirt as C.C. came out of the bedroom. "I guess you do need your own wardrobe," he said as he noticed how his clothes were almost hanging off of her. "I kept those boots you were wearing," he stated as he pointed towards the doors.
She took the boots and put them on. C.C. saw him askance, "Done," the woman said at the moment she finished. Her golden eyes locked on him, expecting he say something.
Alex noticed how she was looking at him so he decided it was time to bring up what was on his mind. "Before we go any further with this I want to know something," he stated seriously as he looked at the witch of Geass. "You were the one who gave me this Geass so we have a contract correct?"
"Technically...a contract is defined as a private agreement between people, and whose compliance may be required... Overall I have done my part, but I do not find something of my interest about you, Alex... so what would you do for me?" she said.
"You avoided my question," the young man replied in a small growl as he looked at the woman, deciding to go at this question in another way. "What do you want from this contract that we have?"
"Love," C.C. pronounced with none sentiment, "but I think this word is a strange one for you."
Alex let out a loud laugh as he looked at the woman, the Geass sigils in his eyes glowing dully. "Love? That's not something I'd expect from you but if that's what you want, fine. I'll give you love," he said nonchalantly.
"Will you give me love? Don't make me laugh," said the green haired woman walking to the door with a sarcastic tone in her voice. Then she looked down at the floor for a few seconds and then looked at him, "You like the others, are mortal by your fears... and immortal for the desires. And the truth is that I don't have fears Alex, and until this moment I thought I had one wish, now I'm not so sure... Can we just go? I want to wear something with dignity..." C.C. said.
Alex just laughed again looking at the woman. "You think I have fears? What possibly would I have to fear?" he questioned, noticing a dark gleam in her eye. "Ahh, death. Yes most men do fear death more than anything in this world."
"Where there is no fear, there will be no any value to live on, Alex..." she said smirking, "Also, how could you say that? You have not lived with me yet," she finished her thought joking.
"Well maybe you will give me something else to fear but I doubt it," the man taunted as he walked up and wrapped his arms around C.C., pressing her body against his. "I will make you feel loved C.C.," the man whispered gently into her ear. "And in return all I ask is that you allow me to find the people who did this to me and end them."
C.C. turned into her axis, and looked into his eyes. "Alex..." the golden eyed woman said, whispered with a marked change of voice, put his mouth near to his ear and she continued sarcastically, "what romantic proposal, but you do not toy with me, brat. Just let me give you an advice... don't forget that in this game, the game of seduction, there is just one true rule: never fall in love... So what will you do?" she questioned with the same tone, separating from him. "If you want to find them, I'll find them. But I don't care what you will do with them," she said in her normal voice.
Alex let the woman go and laughed once again, surprised by her choice of words. "You are a confusing one. You ask for love but warn against falling in love. You call me a brat for wanting revenge but you say you'll help me find them. I think you misunderstood me completely," he jeered as he leaned against a near by wall, his eyes locked upon the woman.
After a few moments he continued, "I said I would make you feel loved, not that I would fall in love with you. And I asked for you to allow me to find and kill the bastards because I think they're the ones that cracked your skull open," he finished, allowing the meaning behind his words to sink in.
"It really does not matter what you want. Nor I don't care about any of that. It stopped caring me a few time ago," she said listlessly, "When you lose someone or something, you find out what it matter to mourn for. Do you know that?" she asked changing the team of the conversation and looking at him, stopping suddenly. "Sorry, sometimes I forget that is you."
"Surprisingly; yes, I do know what it is to mourn, kinda," the brown eyed man said in a bored tone as he pulled on a light blue jacket and zipped it up the front, the light weight cotton garment covering the scars on his arms. "At any rate I don't plan on letting them take you."
"I said the same selfish thing before..." she said calmly. She hugged herself suddenly, and closed his eyes for a few seconds. "And, are you saying me that you don't plan to let me go? Fuu... I think I like you," said seeing Alex's brown eyes.
Alex chuckled slightly as he looked at the woman for a few moments before deciding to wrap his arms around her, stating, "Isn't that going against your own rule of not to fall in love?"
"I'm not falling in love with you," C.C. stated, laughing out loud, "and the only true rule for you is `Let the girl sleep in the bed, boys sleep on the floor...`" said trying not to laugh.
"Did you always make Lelouch sleep on the floor?" the scarred man taunted slightly as he released the woman and walked out of the apartment. "You coming?" he called back at the woman who was still in the general kitchen area of the apartment.
Her gaze fell to the floor, and the green haired woman walked to the door without saying a word, not even look at Alex's eyes. "How dare you," she thought. She stepped abruptly when she reached the door, beside him, then she hit him with all his might in his stomach. She knew it would not cause it harm, but that was not the target in order to accounts. "Never say his name, Alex." She whispered and went out of the apartment.
Alex rubbed his stomach a bit surprised at the strength the woman had managed to put into the punch, having allowed her to hit him. "So she was actually attached to him," he said under his breath as he locked the door behind him. "Still, that can only make this more interesting. And I always did wonder about the Slaughter Emperor this could be a good way to get answers."