A little something for my CG otp/ot3. Written mostly for practice, partly for fun. Rolo is so much fun to write. Also, this is AU.
He approaches on silent feet; moving with the still air of the escape pod to quickly fell the guards. She cannot see or walk properly, and she can no longer move-think-anything under the hold of his Geass. He enters the room, door shut quietly behind him. The cold clenching hand around his heart releases, and the flow of time seeps back into Lelouch's sister's bones. Her voice is soft, birdlike, delicate-- everything she is, reflected in the words she says now.
"--oko… where are we going?"
An unsure, terrified little girl. She can't have known that Rolo just killed the company she just had been in. But she pauses, a little frown unfolding on her lips, puts her hands together and clenches them. She sounds unsure. "Who's there?"
Maybe a girl who can't see or walk learns to find other ways of feeling the presence of another person; maybe Nunnally has mastered that by now in her short life, not much shorter than his own. The gun is held in his white-knuckled grip, index tentatively going to finger the trigger… and he finds himself hesitating. It should be easy. He's killed many others without hesitation; why is this any different? It's merely the fear of disappointing Lelouch. Rolo strives to work towards his fake brother's happiness. He's killed a friend of his brother's before. Shirley. She was endangering things. She could complicate matters that don't need to be complicated.
Shirley was in the way.
And Nunnally too, is in the way.
He is all his brother needs as company in his life. Rolo believes that. He's a tool willing to move in any direction Lelouch wants, a king among pawns, a brother among friends.
So why this hesitation? It's absurd.
Lelouch might be upset for a moment, but in the end it would be worth a small sacrifice.
He approaches; the resounding click of his shoes against the tile too loud in this silent little place. Nunnally turns her head in his direction even though she cannot see, and he thinks-- what a pointless motion. What's the point of that? But. People do a lot of pointless things.
Gun lowered for now. Maybe bringing out the knife would be better-- but no; blood is not something he can afford to let stain his clothes with on the day he intends to kill his brother's sister-- and in theory, maybe she could be considered his sister too.
"Nii-san is… I am all nii-san needs," Rolo says, quietly. The tap-tap of his shoes against the tile as he advances towards the wheelchair. He doesn't know why this requires ceremony. But she's not any other kill. "You're in the way of his happiness."
"H…huh?" Bewildered. And Rolo would feel pity for this creature he's about to put out of misery if not for the fact that its own misery was self inflicted. Nunnally has no one to blame but herself.
She's the one who has played princess.
Rolo's eyes flick over to the dead maid slumped on the floor, blood and busted skull littering the ground. And he's completely expressionless when he looks at it-- killing, bloodshed and other gore aren't unknown to him. To wince at the dead is to show weakness. And it's almost a disgrace to stand here next to this ultimately worthless throwaway doll kept only for sentimental reasons. "He'll do better without such strings."
"Um… what? S-Sayoko? Where is she? Who are you?"
The gun rises up and faces her. Unknowingly, her face is lined up for a clear shot-- through the center of her forehead. Red laser light: deadly accuracy. Instant death. More confidently, his finger curves on the trigger. "Nii-san is--"
Bang.
Bullet through the headrest of her wheelchair. Nunnally squeals, cries, shouts. Breathes. He's shaking. His hand is shaking.
How did that happen?
"… not yours."
And through the earphones of his headset:
"Rolo."
Lelouch.