Obviously, what you're about to read is AU. Parts in this work that deviate from canon are attributable to that. Needless to say, at least one of the characters will be a bit OOC.
Also, I really feel it should be said that this story falls into more than just two genres: it actually would be best described as tragedy/horror/mystery/romance.
Now, this is an idea that's been in my head for years now and I've yet to read a story where anything like it has been written. That isn't to say fanfics that delve into the subject matter that this will do not exist, merely that I haven't read any.
When I first started writing this, this story was only going to be two chapters in length... well, after speaking with some reviewers, I've come to see a few ways this can go beyond just that.
Needless to say, readers, this will get dark. Aside from violence and harsh language, it will also have graphic depictions of a sexual nature that will straddle the rape and non-consensual line at times, so if that offends your prudish sensibillities, I give you permission to press that Backspace key and sod the hell off.
If you are still reading and find yourself 'offended' by anything written past that warning, your flames and ire will instead serve as inspiration to write more.
To all else, enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Code Geass or any of the characters listed in this piece; it is merely a sandbox that I am playing in and I earn no profit from this work other than the thrill of knowing others have read it.
¨`-.-´¨
He is tireless, my Beloved, my sweet Lulu; once more He returns from danger and stands before me.
Well, before us, in the Student Council meeting room.
As He begins to elaborate on His latest truancy at the behest of that irritating blonde, He believes His true whereabouts to have been unknown to us, unknown to me.
But I am not deceived. How could I be? I know Him best, after all.
I first caught a glimpse of His true self, years ago; not the facade He tries to sell now - that of the aloof, lazy, irresponsible student - but the real Him.
Back then, He didn't know I was there - watching Him - but that's no different than now; I always steal a glance when I know I can.
Other times, I just stare at Him and lose track of time.
Even now, He has my full attention as He speaks; the sound of His voice - even as He spins a web of falsehoods - is so gentle, so warm... so very titillating; its timbre colored by His kindness, His confidence, His intelligence.
Unsurprisingly, my sex clenches and tingles in response to it, in response to Him - as it always does. I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue as I repress a delicious shudder while a familar heat blooms below as well as upon my cheeks.
The light dusting of redness I no doubt am sporting is ignored by the others, of course, as it is a rather common occurance for me. They believe the cause to be related to something other than it is.
I offer a small and shy smile to my dearest Lulu - the innocence of the gesture belying my far from innocent thoughts of what I wish He was doing to me and I to Him - as even now He continues to spin His latest lie. I do not begrudge Him His dishonesty as He apologizes for His absence. He has His reasons. The others in the room - including that BITCH who does nothing more than sit on the sidelines and yet thinks she deserves all His attention... they hear Him and accept His excuse.
As do I.
I, after all, know the truth of it and where He actually was. A wire tap in His phone and a trojan in His laptop made sure of that.
Because of them, I knew where He went two weeks ago. Back then, by the time He returned to us - to me - I had already forgiven Him for what He'd done. I could put the pieces together; the timing of the events over that day matched up. I had felt a sympathetic surge of remorse that He had once more been responsible for the taking of lives, but in the end, even though one such death hit 'closer to home', it had been comparatively insconsequential.
After all, my Beloved, my Lulu was still alive and He had returned.
To me.
That's all that matters.
The other lives lost, regardless of the who, are irrelevant. They shouldn't have been in His way.
Like that 'friend' of His. That damn traitor to his own people. I heard their rooftop argument later in the recording from the mic I had sewn into the lapel of His uniform.
And after what my Lulu did for him? How dare he?!
I was a witness to it when it went down - it was on the tele; my Beloved risked His life for him! And that ingrate repays Him by later deriding His ideals?
No one spurns my Lulu's kindness and gets to walk away from it.
Some antifreeze in his sports drink saw to that.
And due to his nationality his death wasn't heavily investigated, though I bet his benefactor was torn up.
Oh well.
That was weeks ago.
Back to the now.
My Lulu continues to weave His untruths because He believes others are incapable of understanding or accepting His aims and the lengths He will go to achieve them.
That I would not understand or accept His aims or the lengths He will go.
With the others - even that BITCH - His caution is prudent.
With me, His concerns are touching, but misplaced.
I know He seeks to spare me the truth, to let me live in ignorance and - for a duration of nearly two months - I have allowed Him to believe that illusion had me fooled; He crafted it out of kindness, after all. It would have been the height of cruelty for me to have rejected such a gift from Him - to reject any gift from Him, my Beloved.
I could never have done that to Him. Not outright.
Never.
Still, as His explanation for His latest absence draws to a close and the pulsing heat below and tightening coil within me begets a slick moistness due to my ever-so-slightly shifting thighs, I cannot help but think upon the conclusion I arrived at just when He returned from that excursion of His, two weeks ago.
At any point, He could be lost to me. Therefore, the time for facades needs to come to an end.
For His sake.
For mine.
For us.
He wasn't the only one who living a lie, after all. There are things about me He doesn't know.
For instance, how I use my 'fainting spells' as cover for my silent climaxes - of how thoroughly I ruin my panties in my shameful emissions due to His voice, His proximity, His scent.
And then there was the other, larger deception; of which no one would believe I was capable.
But, there are steps that need to be taken before we can be together the way we always should have been; certain obstacles that need to be removed so the perfect mood and setting can be established... I can only hope the oppurtunity presents itself, soon.
Soon...
And when that time comes, I will approach Him when He is most receptive, so that He won't panic when the veil of mutual deceit is lifted; I will expose Him to the real me, not the me everyone thinks they know.
And He'll accept me. I know He will.
He must.
My heart flutters and my breath quickens as I bite back a moan, disguising it as something else as I suck gently on the inside of my lower lip, feeling an orgasm rush through me, fueled by my anticipation for our future and the image of Him as I breathe in His scent as He sits nearby.
Yes, soon...
But first...
That BITCH, that SLUT who believes that she - the unworthy filth that she is - deserves to horde His affection...
She needs to go.
¨`-.-´¨
As the Student Council called it a day, the ever cheerful President - Milly Ashford - spoke to her rising minions.
"Not so fast, my subjects!" she began, causing the halt of her cohort, "The poster for the Inner Animal Unleashed Dance still needs to be put together!" her gaze fell on the council's resident orangette and most artistically inclined member, Shirley Fenette.
A part of Milly hated herself for putting more on the girl's shoulders after the recent loss of her father two weeks prior, but she had a plan to turn this into something more for her friend, something to help her move past her poorly concealed depression - and that plan involved pushing her into the arms of a certain undercover former royal; someone the poor girl had been crushing on for years now.
And step one of that plan was getting them alone.
Unknowing of the golden haired heiress's machinations, the singled out girl seemed to come out of a fog, before she blinked and pouted slightly, blushing.
"But Miss President," Shirley began, "I have to put in practice for the swim meet coming up!"
"Oh, pish posh!" the flaxen bombshell denied, "We all know you're a shoe-in to claim first place!" the blonde's twinkling eyes swiveled to her next target, "Isn't that right, Lulu?"
The raven-haired Ice Prince of Ashford Academy just cocked a brow before turning to the still protesting girl. Were he just an average teenage boy, the complicated emotions he felt regarding and for the young orange haired woman would've been expressed clearly on his face; after all, it was due to his negligence and arrogance that had led to her losing her father.
Lelouch Lamperouge, however, was not an average teenage boy.
"Absolutely," he said with a small upturn of his lips, a smile that was as much a lie as his surname, "You have my full confidence that you'll claim victory for Ashford's Swimming Club once again, Shirley."
The orangette goggled and flushed profusely, shifting in her seat as she seemed ready to sputter denials - denials the Queen, err, President wasn't having any of.
"Well, how about if you had some help?" the blonde put forth, her eyes swiveling back to the ravenette, practically licking her chops as she felt Operation ShirLulu coming together.
Managing to curb her rising tizzy, Shirley squeaked out, "Well, maybe... I guess if we worked quickly, I'd still have time to head to the pool..." her eyes moving to Lelouch.
Catching the non-verbal question, the Black Prince spoke with honest guilt, "I'd love to help, Shirley, but unfortunately I have a meeting with some clients I need to be getting to."
And he did, though his meeting was less with 'clients' and more along the lines of 'pawns', in the form of his alter ego's growing faction. After what went down at Narita, 'Zero' was due to meet with his Black Knight's inner circle (after two weeks' time laying low) to go over their losses and begin laying the groundwork for his latest plans. While he was at it, he'd check on the repairs to their sole seventh generation Knightmare Frame - the Guren Nishiki - which had sustained surprisingly negligible damage in its victory over the Lancelot.
Her grand scheme falling to pieces, Milly kept a scowl off her face as she looked at each of the other council members.
The mousy verdette Nina Einstein was unfortunate enough to meet the President's gaze and she eeped before stuttering her own response, looking at the slightly forlorn Fenette, "I-I'm sorry, Shirley. My folks, they just came in yesterday from the homeland." she said, "We're going out to eat tonight and I have to leave early t-to get ready."
Before the pouting golden haired mistress of the council could turn her imploring gaze on her next target, Kallen spoke up, "I won't be able to pitch in, either." she said softly in her sickly-persona, meeting Shirley's eyes briefly and unknowingly feeling just as much guilt as one other in the room, but not bothering to cover it up, "I'd like to, but my father is holding a function I'm required to attend."
Being a member of Zero's inner circle meant her presence was required at the assembly later that night, which necessitated her lie to the girl she felt she wronged personally, and the ace of the Black Knights was none at all happy about having to do so; it was just another sin added to her shoulders. The redhead's sense of responsibillity stemmed from the fact that she was the one who triggered the landslide that buried the nearby town the orangette's father apparently worked in.
While the mission could be looked at as a victory due to the overwhelming number of enemy Knightmares destroyed, both in the landslide and personal combat, the Black Knights still had failed in their primary objective of capturing Cornelia li Britannia. She managed to slip away with the aid of a Pure Blood Knightmare Frame fighting a retreating action.
In Kallen's mind, the only notable thing that came of her time on the mountain was eliminating that damn white Knightmare Frame and even that she couldn't be entirely satisfied with as its destruction was less about her own prowess with the Guren Nishiki and more along the lines of how lacking she found her opponent - their response time was far slower and their maneuevers uninspired; it wasn't at all like back in Shinjuku.
It was almost as if it was an entirely different pilot.
Or maybe the Guren really was that superior? She tried to clear her head; Kallen really didn't handle depression well; it always bled into her temper. So, taking a deep breath, she figured she'd channel her anger appropriately at the meeting.
By taking it out on Tamaki.
The President's blue eyes locked onto the council's most unreliable member, Rivalz Cardemonde, imploringly. Unsurprisingly, she was let down when he spoke.
"Geez, any other day Shirley, but I got called into work a double shift tonight! The girl I'm covering for came down with something." the bluenette spoke with easily read honesty - the boy couldn't tell a lie to save his life; making and giving excuses was Lelouch's job for whenever the two skipped class to stick it to nobles in a game of high stakes chess.
Before the blonde could sigh and consider attempting to scuttle her own plans for the evening with her grandfather for the sake of the friend she had inadvertently thrown under the bus, another voice spoke up.
"Um," the strawberry blonde haired Nunnally Lamperouge began from her wheelchair, on the opposite side of her brother as the girl saddled with afterschool council work, "I don't have anything to do this evening. I was able to finish my assignments in class, so I don't have any homework and it would just be Sayoko and I until brother comes home. I'd be glad to help you, Shirley." she said with a serene smile.
A collective smile was born on all the faces of the Council at that. Nunnally, despite her disabilites in the form of blindness and lameness, could always be counted on to be there for the others in need.
"Are you sure?" the orangette asked in reply.
"Of course," she stated, speaking softly, "I may not be able to see the designs you think up, but if you describe them for me I can give you my opinions."
"Thanks, Nunna!" Shirley said, rising to her feet and giving the smaller girl a gentle hug, "With your help, I know we'll get that poster done in record time!"
"Right," Milly said, casting one last rather unfair glare at Lelouch who missed it in lieu of watching his sister with a genuine smile on his face. Seeing her attempt at spite fail, the blonde then looked from Nunnally to Shirley, "Well, while I'd like to make a girls' night of it with you two, grandfather wants me to assist in one of his buisness dealings. And by assist I mean yours truly will have to suffer a few boring hours with clients in order to 'learn by example how to act as the next head of the company'." she put the back of her hand over her eyes while tilting her head back, feigning a sniffle, "The woes of being an heiress."
Dropping her little display, she concluded, "I suppose that's it for today then, my dear servants. See you all next week!" she looked to the two who would be staying behind, "Have fun in my stead, you two."
And with that, the five who had other plans rose from their seats to head out. Lelouch, after picking up his bookbag, turned to the two would-be remaining girls before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his sister's forehead, causing the younger girl's already present smile to brighten.
"Take it easy, Nunnally."
"I will, brother." she said, still smiling.
The ravenette turned his gaze to Shirley, whose eyes were not on his but on his lips before she seemed to realize what she was doing and promptly moved her eyes away while her face did an impression of a radioactive tomato.
"And you too, Shirley." he said with a small grin.
"I-I will, Lulu." she squeaked out, "take care at your meeting."
With a small nod, the young man who wore several masks turned and left, leaving the two girls to their work.
Unbeknownst to him, it would be the last time he saw one of them alive.
¨`-.-´¨
How fortuitous that this oppurtunity just drops into my lap!
I feel I should be thankful. But to whom? A higher power, perhaps? Maybe...
If I actually believed in a higher power, then I would have to say that he or she obviously approves of my moving forward with my Beloved.
Then again, it's not as if it would matter if such an unlikely entity disapproved. After all, if he, she - or it - tried to interfere, I would find a way to do to them what I am going to do to this BITCH.
But I digress. As we begin to work on the inane task left behind by the blonde trollop, I push a lock of hair behind my ear as I ruminate on just which method I will use to set destiny in motion.
Painful? Or clean? There are several ways to go about this, but it all starts with dosing her with what I've been keeping in the pocket of my skirt, in case an occasion such as this should present itself.
Regardless of which, the path to Him will be paved.
I swiftly arrive at my answer. The method is right before me.
I smile serenely as we make small talk.
The BITCH will die bleeding.
Now all I need to do is wait...
¨`-.-´¨
It was about an hour and a half after both member and junior member of Ashford's Student Council had been left to work on the poster for the latest idea of its irreppressible President, when fatigue began to show on the younger Lamperouge's features as she yawned lightly, covering her mouth.
"You okay, Nunna?" Shirley asked, looking up from their mostly completed work. She had been using an exacto knife to carefully cut images of animals and clothing off of models from magazines then glueing them such that the animals appeared to be wearing said clothes, arranging them as if they were dancing with each other.
"Mmm..." the strawberry blonde girl said a tad sleepily, "A little tired, but I can keep going."
The orangette stopped for a moment, narrowing her eyes while worrying her lip before perking up, "I know, how about we take a break and have some tea." she said, setting the knife down and pushing away from the table while stretching out in the process - clearly in preparation to rise in order to prepare the hot beverage.
Just as the orangette was getting to her feet, Nunnally spoke past another yawn - once more covering her mouth demurely, "That sounds lovely. Sayoko?"
"Yes, Mistress?" the maid, Sayoko Shinozaki, spoke up as she stepped away from the wall with nary a sound, startling Shirley in the process. It was clear that her presence in the room had been entirely forgotten.
"Could you prepare two cups of tea, please? Some Valerian Root would be nice." the princess incognito said with a small and tired smile.
Speaking up quickly, Shirley cut in, "That's alright, Nunna, I could make us some."
With her eyes closed, it was hard for the younger girl to properly get her incredulous look across to the older girl, but she somehow succeeded in doing so, arching her brows just so, "While I appreciate your offer, Shirley, I also recall the last time you were in the kitchen." she said with a small smirk, barely holding in her mirth.
The orangette held back a wince even as her brow twitched at the memory of the last time she tried to put the cooking facilities to use - she had tried to put together a lunch for herself and Lelouch in the form of sandwiches but it ended in disaster when she nearly burnt the place down.
Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration, but the stovetop was a bit blackened for her trouble.
Why the use of a stove when putting together a finger food was necessary, even Shirley herself couldn't say - still, once the reason behind the sudden yet miniscule conflagration was identified, the orangette found herself banned from food preparation by the same young man she intended to dine with.
Of course, Milly had caught wind of this and ribbed her appropriately. Which is to say, ruthlessly.
"Still... tea is a simple thing!" the senior council member insisted, "I can easily prepare-"
"Your tea," Sayoko said, appearing just as silently as she had the first time from the Student Council meeting room's attached kitchen, a silver tray laden with two filled teacups in hand.
The orangette blinked, "That was quick." she said as the nimble maid placed the tray down on the table near the two girls.
"The water was still quite warm from the last batch made," Sayoko said with a genial smile before turning to the younger Lamperouge, "Will that be all, mistress?" she asked.
"Yes, thank you Sayoko." the junior council member replied as she stretched as much as she could in her wheelchair.
"Very well." she replied before sliding up the sleeve of her uniform to glance at her watch, "I need to run a quick errand for the young master but I should be back in fifteen minutes," she looked to Shirley, "Can I count on you to continue keep the young miss company, Miss Fenette?" the brunette inquired.
The so-named orangette blinked once more before smiling, "Of course. She's in good hands." she said as she sat back down.
The maid bowed respectfully and departed the room, shutting the door behind her.
The two each took their cups from the tray, the younger girl inhaling the scent of the brew before taking a sip as the orangette watched her placidly before taking a sip of her own.
"Hmm," the strawberry blonde girl began, "it's a tad bitter."
"Really?" Shirley said after a sip, "I kind of prefer it like this. Should I go grab the sugar?" she offered with a smile.
"Would you, please?" Nunnally asked with a cutely raised brow.
"Sure Nunna." the orangette said, rising to her feet and heading off to the kitchen.
The younger Lamperouge couldn't help herself as she quipped while the older girl departed the room, "And please don't burn the place down this time!" she said with a light giggle.
"I'll try not to, Nunna!" Shirley replied from beyond the doorway.
¨`-.-´¨
You stupid BITCH.
Everything is going my way! Even the maid has been removed as a factor! I didn't even have to go with the ruse I had quickly thought up to get her out of the room, which actually could've been rather damning once things are said and done.
But no matter.
Now that I'm alone, I am able to gather what I need to see to the little SLUT's removal.
I just take this... grind it up... and add it to that... there.
I smile once more, though it's a smile I'm sure could only be described as vicious.
¨`-.-´¨
A half a minute later, Shirley came back in from the kitchen with the sugar bowl, setting it down on the tray the two cups had been on.
"Need me to add the sugar for you, Nunna?" the orangette asked.
"I'd hate to be a bother..." Nunnally dithered.
"You're never a bother, Nunna!" Shirley assured, "How many spoonfulls?"
"Two would be lovely, Shirley." the princess-in-hiding replied as her fellow council member scooped some of the sugar from off the top of the mound in the dish into her cup then stirred it, placing the spoon back on the tray.
Nunnally brought her tea to her lips and sipped, smiling slightly, "Mmmm, much better. Thank you, Shirley."
"You're welcome." she replied, sipping her own tea.
The two were quiet for a few moments, just enjoying the ambiance - the only disturbances being the light sounds of the slurping of the warm beverage, the clink of tea cups resting on the table and another light yawn from the yougest Lamperouge.
When both had nearly finished their respective cups, Shirley spoke up - a somewhat gloomy expression on her face and a small hitch to her voice, "You know, this is about the most at peace I've felt since..."
Nunnally placed her cup down on the table and placed her hands in her lap, obviously giving Shirley her complete attention.
"Since dad..." Shirley began, a tear welling up along the edge of one of her eyes.
Nunnally tentatively reached out with one of her hands toward Shirley and the orangette lightly grasped it, holding it gently.
The two remained quiet a bit longer, the amicable silence being the girls' company as the younger girl offered the older wordless comfort.
However, the lack of discussion combined with the comfortable atmosphere seemed to turn their break in the opposite direction of its initial intent as a light dozing could soon be heard.
¨`-.-´¨
I roughly seperate our hands as I scrutinize the BITCH sitting across from me as she snores, my eyes looking her up and down. My glare settles back on her face; my eyes boring into her shut eyelids.
I look away from her as I rise from my chair, my eyes sweeping to the knife on the table. Its silvery blade catches the light. Its calling to me and I answer it, taking it into my hand.
I don't have much time, but I know how I'm going to do this. It has to look like an accident after all.
I move to step around behind her and-
My foot gets caught on where her seat meets the floor and my eyes go wide as I stumble forward, falling.
Pain fills my existance as I realize the knife ended up between me and the ground.
The Thin Line - End Part 1
Ending notes:
So, confused? I hope so. For the right reasons, anyway.
The second half will be coming soon, maybe even before the next installment of my other fic.
Anyway, thank you for reading.