The Moon's Celestial Highness
CC philosophises under the moon, Lelouch sleeps but does not rest.
CC watched Lelouch sleep. She enjoyed seeing him the most when he was at his least guarded. He looks human when he sleeps, she thinks. His skin which usually resembles porcelain, appears more alabaster now. She wonders, idly, if it is because he loses some control over himself when he is asleep and thus the blood flows quicker in his veins, expressing his maelstrom of suppressed emotions in the subtle action of making his neck blush. She reaches out a hand towards where his pulse should be, but stops just short, the heat resonating from the spot proof enough to her that he is alive, that a heart does beat inside that chest. A Demon Emperor is not permitted to have heart but CC feels his now and knows it is as real as the hearts of the people that follow him, the people that worship him and the people that have been killed by him. People see him as a God, or perhaps as monster, it doesn't matter which as they're both the same anyway, CC thinks, allowing herself the bitter thought. These people who he will give his life for, they know him only as Zero, as a mask, an inhuman being with no fears or desires beyond those contained to a battle field. They don't see the boy here now, the child with alabaster skin and tears on his eye lashes.
"You wanted to be a God Lelouch?" she asked, less than a whisper in the night "is this what you wanted?" She moved to brush a stray hair for her eyes and was shocked to find that she was crying. She didn't wipe the tears she found, she left them on her eyelashes. A small tribute to his own tears, the tears he would never let himself shed by day but at night she saw trickle from the corners his eyes. She had asked him if this was what he wanted but she needed no reply, she knew the answer in her heart. Yes. His choices may not have been good or right but Lelouch saw what was right differently to the rest of the world. So he strove to make a new one, and he would succeed. Once that was done he could rest, to sleep forever in the fires of hell.
Her whispers did not wake him and she stayed like that a while, crying together with him in a symphony of silence. In this limbo time had continued to pass and as the first rays of the dawn appeared against the glass CC lay herself down to sleep. She shaped her naked body against his and pressed her ear to his chest confirming once again that he still lived. She held him closely but not too tightly and managed finally to drift away into her ever dreamless sleep.
Lelouch woke sometime later with no knowledge of the emotions he had shared with his accomplice under the moon. He only knew that when he awoke he did so with his only constant, his accomplice, his lover, his safety, his friend, his comfort, his saviour, his love lying with him. It is because of this that Lelouch was able to carry on, that he was able to see his plans through to the end.
AN: Too angsty? OOC? Perfect? R&R people.
