Summary; "I fight to protect my family," Snarled Lelouch as his knightmare blasted into the clear blue sky, only leaving a trail of smoke before it plunged back down to the ground. "I fight for Nunnally, for my mother. And no one, I repeat no one, will harm them, or they can face the wrath of the Demon of Britannia!" He declared as the opposing knightmare frame exploded like a firework.

Disclaimer; I own nothing

Rated; M for safety

Pairings; Undecided

Lelouch's p.o.v

Once again, I drew the thin silver needle towards my bare arm. The sickening liquid was dripping a bit from the tip as I injected it into my body. Such a sin to even rely on a pathetic thing like this. Refrain. But I couldn't help it. With the world spinning around me. My family, Nunnally, Marianne. They were the only people left here. On this cursed world we call Earth. Everyone else... Milly, Euphy, Shirley... They all left.

I released a sigh from my lips as I heard the faint click as the needle fell towards the ground. Slouching against the wall, I couldn't help but to chuckle. All those memories from my past still haunt me. Their smiles, their laughs, their joy. Every moment of my youth was like a heaven compared to this. If I stayed in Ashford Academy a bit longer. If I could pursue my own happiness. Just once more.

But how could I ever abandon Nunnally like that? When she still has her whole life a head of her. How could I abandon my mother like that? When she has stayed by my side for so long? But their love coated around me as I stayed in Pendragon. Just like a layer of honey. Even so, that layer melted away by the hate I have always felt towards him. The 98th emperor of Britannia.

Charles di Britannia. Such a cursed name in my book. He fills everyone with lies as he continues to plot out the game from behind the scenes. And I have always prided myself for reading people. For being able to predict every move that anyone would make. I have always prided myself as I watched the person squirm as I place down a checkmate. Whether it was in a simple game of chess or in actual life. But yet, he won. He made me into one of his pawns. He managed to capture me...

Rage filled my mind as I slammed my fist against the wall that I was using for support. Wasn't Refrain meant to stop me from thinking, stopping me from driving myself insane?! Why can't they just appear already? If not in front of me physically, then at least in my mind! Panting, I dipped my head down, burying it between my legs.

Their smiles, their laughs, their joy. Something that I will never see, hear or experience. Not until I die. For this world is a cursed world. A place where people only care about themselves. Their friends are their pawns, their family is a tool to gain a higher rank in society. Their enemies is an excuse to release their pent up anger and the royal family, including myself, are the puppeteers that reign down upon them. Controlling every life just as we see fit.

The true tyrants of the world is the Britannian Royal Family.

Nunnally p.o.v

The peach curtains that surrounded my bed were swaying from the gentle breeze that entered my room through the barely opened glass window. The lights were switched off as I quietly lied down. I hear noises coming from brother's room again. Doesn't he know that I can hear?

Quietly, I clutched my silk covers. The villa that my family lived in was quite hallow. Mother was always away on some meetings. Always trying to get some action, and I couldn't help but to smile at that. Mother loves to help people, she loves to get into her knightmare frame. And how she pilots it is amazing. I think that's where Lelouch inherited his skills from. Piloting from mother, tactics from father.

A loud crash was heard as I winced. It sounded like a vase or something made of glass shattered to the marble ground... Wasn't Lelouch in his bed room the last time I checked?

Carefully, I slipped out of my bed room. The maids were all asleep and the guards were patrolling outside. The carpet was nice and warm as I crept across the room and towards the door. But the loud squeaking noise that my door made, surely it managed to wake up some of the maids. Ignoring it, I quickly rushed towards the source of the noise, leaving the door opened.

The halls were dimly lit as I wandered around them. My footsteps were echoing around, sending a chill up my spine. It was quite... Eerily. The portraits of father and his side of the family were hung up on the rich crimson walls. But only a few of them had the tiniest bit of a smile on them. The rest were just out right frowning. And because of that, it made me frown a bit as well. They seamed sad.

I flinched and almost screamed when I heard another loud crash, this time, I knew it was coming from the living room. Quickly, I rushed over there. What would happen if brother was in trouble? What would happen is someone was hurting him?!

I flung the fancy, white marble door open as quickly as I could. Using up most of my strength before looking around the living room. The curtains were pulled back, reveling the stormy, harsh, cold weather outside. Thunder and lightning. The fire place was burnt out, making it difficult to see and the light was switched off.

"Brother..?" I asked carefully as I placed my hands in front of my body, trying to sense if anything was in my way as I slowly walked over towards the sounds of rigid breathing.

Time passed before I felt a hand wrap itself around my own. "Nunnally, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be asleep?" I heard my brother ask with utmost care in his voice. The frown that I felt on my face before disappeared as I quickly hugged him.

"You were scaring me," I quietly whispered into his clothing as he returned the hug while petting my head. His hands were smooth and a bit cold. And it reminded me of the china dolls that mother once showed me.

"I'm sorry, here," he said as we broke the hug gently. He took my hand carefully and began helping me out of the living room, "why don't we go to sleep now?"

Nodding my head, I agreed as we walked back to my room. But I never saw the state of the living room. And I've never saw the state of my brother's room.