Summery:Suzaku realized something though, no matter where he was, he was always going to be wearing a mask.
Disclaimer:I do not own Code Geass. If I did, Everyone would know whether Lelouch is really alive or not.
A/N: This is my first Fanfic and I really really hope you enjoy it. XD
It wasn't as easy as he made it look, being so strong all the time. He wasn't as good an actor as Lelouch, but he did know how to put on the calm and confident mask of the boy he used to be and hide his emotions in public. In private, the mask fell off and the hidden emotions became clear in the form of tears. Tears of anger, saddness, confusion and depression. The reasons why were simple. He'd lost the love of his life and had fought his best friend in a meaningless war of rebellion. He was in pain, so much pain. Suzaku never went to Euphie's funeral. He'd seen her in her final moments and said his goodbyes to her then. He didn't need to say them again. He didn't need to see the one he loved, cold and motionless, lying in a box that would soon be lowerd into the ground for the rest of eterinty. The grave would only be a marker so that people would remember the spot where she would decompse for the next several months until only a small and frail Skeleton of his lover would be left. He held his hand to chest, fighting to hold himself physically together. The feeling like he was being ripped apart lingered still. People called him a coward as a knight for not showing up, but those were the same people that called Euphie, his Euphie, a ruthless killer, a slayer of Elevens, a massacre princess. He dropped his hand and clentched his fist tightly. Euphie wasn't a killer. Geass was the killer. Lelouch was the killer, not Euphie. Never Euphie. He unclentch his fist and dropped to his knees. The pain was too much for him, but he had to be strong. It hurt to be that way all the time. When Euphie died, she took his smile, his laugh, joy, happiness, and desire to live with her, but the Geass command kept him alive unwillingly. It froced him to live on even though he didn't want to. It froced him to constantly wear that mask. The pain was still eating away at him inside when he stood on unsure legs and ran a shacky hand through his brown curls. He stared at the mask of Zero in his hands. It was light weight, but heavy with the weight of a strong burden that he now carried. He put the mask on. Under the Zero mask, he put on the mask of some one who was prepared to protect a different princess now. Suzaku realized something though, no matter where he was, he was always going to be wearing a mask. Whether it was the mask of Zero, or his own mask. The mask was his way of life and always would be. At least it would be until it was time for Suzaku, not Zero to show up. He sighed, knowing it simply didn't work like that. That hurt more than Euphie's death or the war ever had or would.
A/N: Okay, so because this is my first fanfic, I really need reviews. So please review and be honest.