Ranger24: Yeah I read a BSG fic like this so what the hell.


A boy named Lelouch

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Well my daddy left home when I was three,

And he didn't leave much for Nunally and me,

Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.

Now I don't blame him that he run and hide

But the meanest thing that he ever did was before he left he went and named me Lelouch.

Well he must have thought that it was queit a joke,

and it got a lot of laughs from a lots of folks,

Seems I had to fight my whole life through.

Some gal would gigle and I'd get red and some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head,

I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named Lelouch.

Well I grew up quick and I grew up mean,

My fists got hard and my wits got keen,

Roamed from town to town to hide my shame.

But I made me a vow by the moon and stars,

I'd search the honky tonks and bars and kill that man that gave me that awful name.

Well it was Kamenjima in mid july

I'd just hit the dirt and my throat was dry,

thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.

At an old sallon on a street of mud, there at a table dealing stud

sat the dirty mangey dog that named my Lelouch.

Well I knew that snake was my own sweet dad from a worn out picture my mother'd had,

and I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eyes.

He was big and bent, grey and old,

And I looked at him and my blood ran cold and I said,

MY NAME IS LELOUCH! HOW DO? NOW YOU GONNA DIE!!!

Well I hit him hard right between the eyes and he went down but to my suprise,

He came up with a knife and cut off a peice of my ear.

Then I busted a chair right across his teeth,

and we crashed through the wall into the street

Kicking and a gougeing in the mud, the blood, and the beer.

Well I tell you, I've fought tougher men but I really can't remember when,

He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.

I heard him laugh and I heard him cuss,

He went for his gun and I pulled mine first and he stood there looking at me and I saw him smile and he said, Son...

This world is rough,

And if a man's gonna make it he's gotta be tough,

And I knew I wouldn't be there to help you along.

So I gave you that name, I knew you'd have to get tough or die.

And it's that name that helped to make you strong.

Now you just fought one hell of a fight,

and I know you hate me and you've got the right to kill me now and I wouldn't blame you if you do.

But you aught thank me before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit in your eyes because I'm the Bastard that named you Lelouch.

Well? What could I do? What could I do?

I got all chocked up and lowered my gun,

called him a pa and he called me a son,

Then I shot him in the face.

And I think about him every now and then,

every time I try and every time I win.

And if I ever have a son, I think I'll name him...

BILL OR GEORGE! Anything but Lelouch! I still hate that name!


Ranger24: Ah, that was fun. Read and review.