So this is Geass Revolution, redone. I finally organized the ideas I had for this story and got some pretty good new ones so I felt that
it called for a make over, you know? So here it is, fixed up. Mostly. There could be a few grammar problems I missed but I suck at grammar
sooo. Enjoy~ Read and Review please. 3 I like feedback.
The teenage boy sat on the edge of his bed, brooding about events past. His purple optics bore into the wood floor beneath his feet unrelentingly. He'd been in this position for about half an hour now, just thinking. His hectic life had settled down for the moment, leaving him to be attacked by the rabid dogs that were his regrets and guilt; one of those being a recent death that plagued not only his mind but also his heart. The exiled prince had thought that his friends at Ashford were at least safe, save for Suzaku, but he had been horribly wrong. On his chessboard, he hadn't expected his queen to make a move. His queen, Shirley Fennette, now lay six feet under in a casket with a bullet hole in her abdomen. If only he'd paid more attention to her, then he would have seen what she'd been planning and what she'd been going through. If only he could have taken away the pain she suffered in her last moments.
"No matter how many times I'm reborn," Shirley had paused, agonizingly weak. He remembered his heart clenching in sympathetic pain. "I'm sure I'll," Another pause to draw in a small breath, "fall in love with you again, Lulu." Lelouch, her Lulu, shut his eyes as a pained expression crossed his features. He'd been there with her when she died. The events were burned on his brain and they wouldn't stop playing over and over again. "So it's okay, right?" 'Of course it's okay.' Lelouch had wanted to say, anything to sooth her suffering. If only he hadn't been so frozen in horror. "That I fall in love with you again when I'm reborn," She was dying then, her face had been abnormally pale. "no matter how many times," Her voice had become nothing more than a whisper as she had slowly closed her eyes, tears flowing down her face. "I'll fall in love with you." And then her heart had stopped.
Lelouch inhaled, his body trembling slightly after the flashback, as a tear followed the rim of his nose then dripped from the tip. The droplet glinted in the sudden light that sliced through the darkness of the room. He looked up without moving his head and spotted a familiar figure in the doorway. It was C.C.
"Hm. Still sulking? That's not like you, Lelouch." C.C. inquired as she slithered over to him, stopping before him. She placed one of her hands on his head in her form of a comforting manner. Lelouch didn't move away from her but he didn't necessarily want to be touched then. "Don't forget our contract." She chided. What? Did she believe that the death of one of his friends would really deter him from his real goal? Clearly the witch didn't know him as well as she thought. Or was he lying to himself? "And don't forget your duty to the Japanese as well as the Black Knights." Lelouch sighed.
"I haven't forgotten any of that." He looked up at her with a slight glare. "I won't allow this event to get in the way of my plans." Sounding like his usual get-straight-to-business self he stood up and straightened out his shirt.
He hadn't gone to Shirley's funeral.
"Good." C.C. smiled. "Now get me some pizza. I'm getting hungry." She plopped down on Lelouch's bed, grabbing what appeared to be a large teddy bear laying on it with one arm looped around its shoulders.
Would Shirley forgive him?
"There's still some pizza from last night in the fridge." The prince said, pulling his shirt over his head then throwing it to the ground in a corner. "Go heat that up." Lelouch then picked up a folded towel and slung it over his shoulder as he went to the bathroom to shower. The bathroom was the room right next to his own so the walk was short. It was also close enough that he could hear C.C. sigh just before he shut the door and locked it. Satisfied that no one would disturb him for now, he turned the shower on. While it heated up, he stripped the rest of his clothing off his body and stepped in.
"Give me one large pepperoni pizza." C.C. paused, clearly talking on the phone to the local Pizza Hut. "Hurry up. I'm hungry." Lelouch heard the distinctive beep of the end button being pressed then it was silent. He desperately searched for another distraction, anything to keep him out of reach of his thoughts again. There was nothing. He plummeted right back into thoughts about Shirley. The thoughts brought memories to his conscious mind. The first thing he remembered was that stupid event Milly had thrown, all in order to bring him and Shirley together. It was a fleeting last attempt before she graduated.
Lelouch grit his teeth, fighting the onslaught of tears that tried to find their way out.
He remembered when Shirley had almost kissed him. No, wait, she had kissed him. The night they had set aside to go to a concert together. He'd found her standing in the rain, drenched beneath the streetlamp. She hadn't seemed to care at all. That was when she'd kissed him, wanting comfort. She'd found it in his lips and in his arms. Lelouch had held her then, enjoying the closeness selfishly. How ironic that Shirley had apologized for it, saying that she had been the selfish one.
He slammed his arm against the wall and rested his forehead against it. The water ran along his back but his drenched hair dripped. It was hard to tell but at that moment, Lelouch grieved. Grieved for Shirley but also grieved for the things he should have and could have done. He could have saved her.
After twenty minutes, the hiss of the shower came to a stop as Lelouch turned the knob, cutting off the water flow. Silence pervaded the solemn air as he wrapped his waist with a towel and grabbed a second one to try his hair with. He opened the door and walked out and into his room while scrubbing his hair to absorb the water from it.
Clearly the pizza man had stopped by because C.C. was contently munching on a slice, drawing it away from her mouth so that a bridge of cheese connected the two. He almost told her to get the open pizza box off his bed but suddenly he didn't care enough. His only concern was getting dressed. He pulled out a comfortable pair of pajamas to put on. When he turned around to go the bathroom, he noticed that C.C. was looking out the window with mild interest. Thinking nothing of it, Lelouch left the room to get dressed. A few moments later, just as he pulled his pants on, C.C. spoke. "Hm. Lelouch?" He exited the bathroom and approached her. Spotting him, she pointed out the window at what had captured her interest.
Expecting something ridiculous, he couldn't help his jaw popping ajar when he spotted a familiar orange haired girl approaching his home. She was stumbling. Lelouch hurriedly exited his room, the hall and then finally the house. His heart was pounding as he watched her collapse just before he reached her. "Shirley? Shirley?" The worry in his eyes echoed in his voice as he pulled her to him. Her eyes didn't even flutter open. She was also sweating a good bit. How far had she walked? When he turned to look back at the doorway, he was relieved to see C.C. standing there, observing the situation. "Go make sure that Nunnaly's asleep." He ordered. Clearly bemused by the happenings, she obliged and disappeared into the house. Meanwhile, Lelouch studied her. She was wearing the exact same outfit he'd found C.C. had been in when he had been sure he'd die, well one of the times he'd been sure he'd die. Other than that, she appeared to be fine. There were no bloodstains on the white fabric or any visible cuts. In fact, she was surprising well groomed.
"She's asleep." C.C. purred as she approached him. "Sayako put her to bed long ago." She peered at Shirley with her orange eyes, obviously noticing the outfit just as Lelouch had. She also found it far more amusing than he did. "You know where that outfit is from right, Lelouch?" There was no need for an answer. "What will you do now?" He paused briefly, searching the confines of his brain for an answer, a plan. Nothing came to mind. For once, the ingenious Lelouch was dumbfounded. C.C. wasn't. She began to walk away.
"Where are you going?" Lelouch interrogated, feeling the start of a series of events he would have no control of.
"There's something I need to do." That was all the response he got as she disappeared. Shirley's slight shift in her unconscious state brought him back to the situation at hand. He would have to worry about that mysterious woman later. For now, Lelouch needed to get Shirley somewhere safe.
He shifted her so that he was supporting her weight evenly on each arm then stood up and made the difficult trek to his room. He was never athletic and could always be said to be weak. It would be true. Lelouch knew very well that his strength lied in his brain, not his arms and this was reminding him every second he held her. Luckily, Lelouch made it to his room and carefully set her on his bed. After making sure she was completely on the bed he pulled the sheets over her but suddenly something caught his eye. Lelouch hesitantly pulled the collar of her shirt down some, revealing a Code. It stretched from shoulder to shoulder, following her collarbone.
Lelouch sat back in the chair near his bed, running his hand through his hair as he glared at the mark. Would he be able to bring himself to use one of his friends and the person that loved him? The person that he loved back?