A/N yes, another, im sorry, i have lots of ideas and cant help myself. Please for the love of god review.
A deer walked about in a small clearing within a forest, the sun was slowly starting to set, and the far off sounds of chirping birds, it's ears twitched and it's head swiveled, searching for the smallest sign of danger, it was an older male, it had lived a full life, and had nothing left to do but experience the end.
A figure moved through the brush, several bushes and steady arms and legs hid it's presence, it too had experienced life, but it was one of pain and hardship, and right now the being needed food to survive another day.
BANG
A single bullet wound appeared in the side of its head, the creature was dead instantaneously and felt nothing when it fell to its side and hit the ground. It would make due for food, likely lasting a week or more if the figure continued to hunt and scavenge.
The gunshot had startled nearby birds, causing them to chirp and fly away in panic, after a few seconds a black cloaked figure stepped out with a small cart, hefted the beast into the wheeled container and began to trudge back into the forest, leaving no trace of what had happened besides a small pool of blood soaking into the dirt and grass.
The cloaked person eventually stopped in the middle of the forest, if one watched they would see him step to a specific spot, reach down, clear leaves and other obstructions, and pull on something, opening what could only be described as a well hidden, hand crafted, wood door, normally associated with old wine cellars.
The figure stepped down into the hole in the ground, vanishing along with the cart and kill. A few moments later a pair of black gloved hands reached up, covered the door with its camouflage, and closed them.
In the cellar the person wheeled the cart down a makeshift ramp and entered a fairly large sized room. The person pulled his hood down, revealing a young man with raven black hair, violet eyes, and pale skin. The man pulled an old rifle off of his back, which had been hanging by a strap, it was a M1903A3 Springfield, bolt-action rifle. He pulled the slide back, releasing a spent round and slotted another one in, closed the slide, switched on the custom safety mechanism, and set it against the wall. He then pulled out a long barreled Colt Anaconda .44 magnum , semi automatic/ double action, revolver placing it on a small table next to the rifle.
He walked over to a hole in the wall, placing some wood inside that was set to the side, along with dry grass and leafs, lighting a match and tossing it in, setting a fire.
'Time to get to work on dinner.' Lelouch told himself in his head.
He set to work on making a roast for himself, his food usually consisted of whatever he found or killed that was edible, when he started this off 3 years ago he was helpless, but with C.C. helping him he managed to start living life in the wild quite well, he would go into a small town once every couple weeks for certain supplies, ammunition, matches, batteries for his radio, a select few other things and fresh fruits and vegetables to use when he cooked, he sold skins to get the money. She stayed with him for a few months, teaching him everything he might need to know.
And then she left, there was no goodbye, no note, nothing, she was there one morning and gone the next. He was upset by this, with her gone he had no one to talk to, and he was lonely. Everyday he berated himself on what he could have done better, or differently, wished that the world was a better place before he came along, and then he could have real family, and friends, and an overall better life. In the end however, he did not regret it, feel sorry? Yes. Wish he could fix it all? Absolutely. But regret? No, he regretted very few things that he did, he hurt many people that he cared about and he knew it. He regretted that, he also regretted that there where so many needless deaths. What he hated the most however was lying no Nunnally and-
'No, stop thinking about her, she was in danger, and she deserved so much better than you, so stop whining!'
Kallen.
He sighed as he stirred the meat in the pot along with carrots and chunks of potato in a pot he hung over the fire, simmering.
He got up, stretched, and walked over to his bed and laid down, flipping through his notebook while the meal cooked, a lantern brightened and dimmed on the desk next to him as he looked through his notes and drawings.
He continued to flip through until he stopped abruptly at one, it was a very well done drawing of Kallen, standing in her Ashford uniform under a tree. He found himself drawn to it before he closed his eyes, shook his head, and slammed the book shut.
'STOP thinking about her, it's OVER, she hates your guts now and that's all your fault.'
'She doesn't me you and you know it, you saw her face that day, you saw her figure it out, you saw her cry, you saw how she wanted to scream and make everyone stop, she didn't hate me in the end and zero requiem hurt her bad... wait a second, why the Fuck am I arguing with myself in my own head!? Oh great I'm going absolutely mental and talking to myself, FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!
'... well now your just being rude.'
'Shut up!'
'Meanie'
'Meanie?... really?'
'Hey buddy, I'm a figment of your imagination made to make sure you don't go bat shit crazy, and I take on the personalities of people that where close to you, that meanie part was Nunnally.'
Lelouch groaned, making up conversations with himself wasn't healthy, nor did it pass the time very well, because the conversation always turned awkward.
"Another day in paradise." He mumbled
He got up from his bed and put his cloak back on, walking back out of the cellar and sitting down in an attempt to relax in the natural beauty of the surrounding forest.
BANG BANG CRACK BANG
He shot up, searching the surrounding area, his ears attuned to un natural sounds that invade the forest, he knew what he heard.
Gunfire, and it wasn't the sound of hunting rifles, these where military grade weapons, a gun fight was taking place in the forest.
He ran back into his little home and ran back out with his rifle, pistol, and ammo. He ran in the general direction, staying in cover and listening to the sound of combat getting closer with every step, the sun had almost set, and the moon was starting to shine brightly.
'There!'
He took cover behind a tree, two men where chasing someone, probably a woman by the shape of the body, the two men where wearing armor of the old empire, before Nunnally took over, the woman was wearing a different one, she looked like she was wearing a knight of the round outfit.
One of the men tackled the woman to the ground, using hand cuffs to secure her and placing a foot on her head, not enough to hurt or kill, but instead to mock.
"Hey, I like this look, nice and submissive, think we could have some fun with her before we kill her?"
"Fuck you!" The woman screamed.
"That's the plan." The other one cut in.
"Go rot in hell you dipshits!" The woman's voice was familiar to him?
The one that had the boot on her head stepped off, knelt down and grabbed her by her long crimson hair, pulling her face up and hit her in the forehead with the butt of his rifle.
Lelouch KNEW that face.
Kallen.
He didn't even need to think, he pulled out his rifle aimed for the one that was holding her hair and fired, it went straight through, and he dropped dead.
What the fu-AHHHHHHHHH! SON OF A BI-!
Lelouch shot the other man in his left knee, the other went through the helmet and into the right eye socket, before exiting out the other side, a splatter of blood hitting the tree behind him.
Lelouch wasted no time rushing out to he and picking her up, carrying her over to a nearby tree, she came out of her daze just as Lelouch was picking the lock on the handcuffs.
"Thanks." She muttered, sitting up against the tree. "Who are you?"
He didn't answer, he instead put a hand over her mouth, the other slowly reached out over her shoulder, he pulled back a few moments later, it was a black widow spider. She was glad he did that, if he didn't she would have freaked out, she hated most spiders, only the really small jumping spiders and dandy long legs where ok in her eyes, the first because it was, admittedly, kinda cute, and intelligent, the other, because it was a gentle giant that didn't have the fangs to break human skin. He put his hand on the ground and the small creature ran off. He pulled his other hand off of her mouth, but then put a finger in front of his mouth, symbolizing quiet, and nodding his head in the direction she and her assailants came from, she looked to see another squad creep their way into the area. He tapped her shoulder, grabbing her attention, and pointed in another direction. He started to slowly move through the brush, barely making a sound, she made sure to do exactly as her savior did.
They eventually reached a clearing in the moonlit forest, he reached down and opened the cellar doors, holding them open for her, she walked down, and he followed.
She stood in the middle of the room, examining it, the walls seemed to be clay, and where supported by sturdy logs, a lantern burned from the ceiling like a chandelier, over to one side, a delicious smell of good food cooking welcomed her, on the opposite side, a bed and small dresser, both hand crafted, she paused when her savior walked past her, pulling a stool out of a corner and set it in front of her, she sat down, he came back from a small cabinet he went to with medical bandages, a shot glass, and a bottle of vodka.
He knelt down, using a rag to dab her forehead, cleaning the blood. After that he took out another, poured a small amount of the liquor on it and dabbed her wound again, cleaning it, then he wrapped the bandage around her head, and poured her a shot.
She nodded, and took it, she really could use a drink right now.
"Thank you, for saving me, and offering your hospitality."
He gave a nod, and then went over to his food, which had been cooking well for the past two hours or so. He pulled out two bowls and spoons, filling one, and giving it to Kallen. He then grabbed some for himself and sat down on his bead, consuming his meal quietly.
She took a bite. It was delicious.
"Thanks, do you, talk."
He didn't respond. As much as he would like to, she needed to not know about him, it was what was best for her. Still, he greatly enjoyed her company. They had m quietly finished their meals, Lelouch stored the rest of the food in a battery operated fridge next to the cooking area. After that, he grabbed a blanket and some pillows, making a place for himself on the floor.
She looked at him quizzically, he saw this and pointed at her, then pointed at the sole bed in the room, she seemed to get the message.
"Wait, you saved me, bandaged my wounds, and gave me food, you didn't have to do that, and I don't want to take your bed from you."
He pretended he didn't hear, or didn't care. He laid down on the pillows and pulled the small blanket over him, he struggled to fall asleep for some time, until he heard Kallen eventually gave in and took the bed.
He closed his eyes and dreamed, it was the first good sleep he had in years.