Hold: Slipping
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He feels something that's a bit like regret, the same time that his body tells him it won't last any longer than a minute.
This won't do, he thinks, not at all. He still had many things to do. C.C. holds his hand, her face as blank as it had always been. He shakes his head, feebly, weakly, a strangled 'no'. Her grip tightens, just the slightest.
Don't be so stubborn, Lelouch
Suzaku's waiting for him. Nunnally, too. And Rolo. And his mother. And, and, Shirley and Milly and Rivalz, and Kallen, and, and...
I'll be your warlock, Witch
Hmm?
Blood, on his lips; blood, which she wipes away with her sleeve. Pristine white no longer.
Snow that has forgotten its color
I think it's beautiful
He can't seem to gather the strength to speak, and it was a pity because he had so much to say. He wanted to apologize, at the same time he wanted to tell her that it wasn't supposed to end this way. She nods, as if she can read his thoughts. He wants another chance. Her lips curl at the edges, and she brushes his hair away from his face, and he could almost hear her,
(was it a sigh?)
Oh, Lelouch
Zero was dying, and yet there were still many plans yet to be executed. Heads hadn't been chopped off yet, titles hadn't been stripped, and words had not yet been eaten. And Suzaku still hadn't admitted that he was right, had been right, since, like, forever.
I will bring Britannia down to its knees!
C.C. lays a hand on his cheek, and he whispers her real name in annoyance. Now was not time for this, he had to get up, grab a gun, and hit Suzaku on the head with it. That always made him feel better.
Blood, all over his robes, the floor, and flowing from his wound. C.C. has seen more blood than this, but it was his blood, so
Should there be a difference?
She's not good with comforting people.
And Lelouch is stubborn, hard-headed, and dying. A dangerous combination. She wonders, briefly, if ghosts do exist.
The Black Prince coughs, and his death rattle reminds her of a child. Sick, alone, and hopeless. His eyes are seeking hers, as if wishing to dispel that notion from her mind.
A new world...
His hand -bloodied, warm, pulsing- finds her wrist, and drags it down, over the wound. He frowns at her, asking, is it real?
Live, Lelouch
A shout was heard.
C.C. did not run.
Lelouch
For unlike Suzaku, she knew what the end would bring.
I held him, when he cried
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fin
let go of him, when he died
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Author's Notes: -.- my first Lulu/C.C., and I killed my male lead. Great. Hmmm... the events of Zero's Requiem are still hazy to me, and I will admit that C.C. may not have been there when Lelouch was leaving this world. But this fic was spur of the moment (and a pic), so I couldn't bother to be canonically (?) correct. My apologies to the hard-core fans. XP
Disclaimers: I do not own Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion. I get no money from making this fic, only some form of queer satisfaction at the bottom of my stomach.