OMG I'M NOT DEAD? NOWAI!
blah wanted to write a CG fic for a while but never got around to it
This will most likely be a SuzakuxLelouch fic, I don't know... I just wrote it off the top of my head. (I should really plan these things more...)
Code Geass is not mine btw, y'know incase anyone out there thought it was. Just sayin' :V

CHAPTUH WUN COMMENCE! (lol and I call myself an English Literature A level student...)

Clenched in his fist the tangled onyx hair of his childhood companion, Sir Suzaku Kururugi kneeled facing the King. The Holy Britannian Emperor. The ruler of the world. Lelouch struggled to break free of Suzaku's grip grunting as he did so, like a wild animal in a cage. Degraded and defeated, Lelouch was at a loss, facing his father, he knew the king would have no mercy. Never had the man shown any form of fatherly compassion or compassion of any kind towards his rebellious son who lay, struggling like a worm under the hold of his loyal subject. The King marched towards the pair agonizingly slow. Each step reverberating around the dark walls of empty throne room. A faint, pinkish glow emanated from Lelouch's left eye as his geass shone. There was no escape. Enraged, Lelouch struggled again, though his hands were tied behind his back and Suzaku's hand was clamped so tightly on his hair that his scalp ached, he would not be defeated. Certainly not at the hands of Suzaku, whom he had dearly wished could have been his ally. He lifted his head a fraction, catching a glimpse of his father's stone-like face, only to have it slammed back down onto the hard floor. The red carpet beneath him burned his cheek as he continued to scramble, an ugly scowl dominating on his delicate features.

Suzaku, the noble knight humbly bowed his head to the king, his left hand raised to his chest in patriotic respect. Though the loyal knight was born Japanese he had worked his way up to become an honorary Britannian soldier, then Princess Euphemia had promoted him to her personal knight, making him the most respected of any Japanese born citizen. That is respected by the Britannians, the Japanese, or 'Eleven's' no longer had the right to hold an opinion in the new world.
Lelouch squirmed more and more as the King finally stopped before the two. Not surprisingly, the knight had no trouble supressing him, Lelouch's flaw was always his lacking athletic ability and his lean frame trembled under Suzaku's strength. It was almost tragic, such a powerful leader crushed beneath him yet Suzaku felt no mercy towards him. His duty was to catch Zero, to him, it was Lelouch's choice that they were enemies. He berated himself for thinking them as friends once his identity as Zero had become evident. Suzaku's knee dug firmly into Lelouch's back to the point where a dull pain ached through his spine the more he relentlessly struggled. Slumped on the floor, the mighty Zero was defeated beneath the weight of the boy he grew up with. The teenage rebel's hair was damp with his own blood and left on his face were dried streaks of deep red. Blackened bags were embedded under his eyes as the lack of sleep was catching up with him, Lelouch's head pounded from the recent insomnia as well as the wound inflicting from Suzaku's bullet ricochetting off the Zero mask which still leaked a warm ruby coloured substance, which spilled into his eyes, compromising his vision. His head was forcefully push downwards, leaving only the polished black shoes of his father, Charles Zi Britannia, in his blurred sight.
"Face me." Pounded the unforgiving voice of the Britannian king, mercilessly towards his son. Lelouch's struggling escalated as Suzaku tugged at his hair, forcing his neck to bend backwards and his face to meet that of his father. He tried to pull away from Suzaku's iron grip, he cried out in pain as his scalp ripped, leaving a clump of soft midnight black hair in Suzaku's hand as lelouch slammed his face back against the regal red carpet with a forceful yet shaky "No!", causing yet more blood to gather on his purely whitened face. However Suzaku clearly still had control over the situation as his right hand gripped Lelouch's jaw whilst the other was employed to hold his eyes open whilst Emporer Charles spoke.
"Forget..."
"N...NO!" Lelouch screamed, tensing up.
"Forget Everything!" The King roared, his own geass gleaming in the darkness, much stronger than that of Lelouch, weakened as he was. Suzaku braced himself for another ear shattering scream but it didn't come. Lelouch just slumped in his grip, staring at his father with a blank expression quite undramatically.
'How pathetic' Suzaku thought. For one so mighty to fall so low, he was right, it was pathetic.

The King began to take his leave. His long proud strides filling the silent room with the echoes of his footsteps.
"Your highness, I beg you're forgiveness," Suzaku began, still on his knees, holding onto Lelouch's feeble form. "but what should I do with...with Lelouch?" He stammered, unsure whether it was acceptable to mention his name in the presence of the King.
"It doesn't matter to me. As far as I'm concerned, the boy is dead." He stated, and without bothering to turn back, he left the room. Sighing, Suzaku turned Lelouch onto his back, supporting his head as he had fallen unconscious. His face resembled a mask of peace. His usually hard and determined eyes seemed finally at rest and his mouth hung open a fraction. It was incredibly uncharacteristic yet the ghostly face of Lelouch seemed somewhat familiar. Suzaku felt a shiver run through his spine as he saw the face of a Lelouch from 8 years ago, etched onto the 17 year-old's motionless features. The familiarity was so uncanny that the knight had to force himself to remember who this person really was. He was certainly not an ally. Not anymore.

Suzaku harshly tried awakening the exiled prince of Britannia however, reminding himself that Lelouch would remember nothing of the Zero revolution, nor the battle the two had fought, he struggled to release the scowl from his face and replaced it with the concerned look of an old friend. From what Suzaku had confidentially been told, the King was to return Lelouch's life to what it was several months earlier. Unsure of the workings of the peculiar power named 'Geass', Suzaku knew only that he was wary of it and had no idea how the King had carried out his plan with his Geass.
Lelouch slowly opened his eyes, revealing soft amethyst windows which portrayed a clueless expression. Suzaku feigned a laugh. It was an odd feeling, moments ago, he wanted nothing more than to rip his throat out, yet now he was forced to act as though the last 6 months had not happened. Lelouch said nothing, confusing Suzaku who was expecting at least a "where am I?" from the teenager who merely stared up in awe at Suzaku who was still supporting him. Disturbed, the knight dropped Lelouch to the floor, who flinched in pain, and stood, towering over him. Staggeringly, Lelouch sat upright on his knees and leaned forward, clutching onto Suzaku's leg with his right hand, eyes still locked onto the taller's calculating face in a way the distinctly resembled a helpless cub. Suzaku abruptly pulled his leg away rejecting Lelouch's feeble gesture, causing him to stumble backwards.

Lelouch sat on his knees nervously staring at the floor. The room was cold, causing him to wrap his arms over his torso and shiver lightly but he refused to move. Suzaku took a step back towards the dazed boy and kneeled to his height, looking him directly in the face. Lelouch's chin held firmly in Suzaku's palm, the superior inspected the other's eyes, checking for any signs of his Geass yet finding none. His hold was neither gentle nor subtle but Lelouch did not recoil from Suzaku's stern grip or avert his eyes. Instead he was captivated by the Knight's own emerald eyes.
"Lelouch?" Suzaku said slowly. "Don't tell me Emporer Charles erased all of your memories...?" He asked hopelessly, expecting no response. Painted on his face was a mixture of confusion and wariness and though he denied he felt anything for his enemy, there was a hint of genuine concern. The muted Lelouch brought his own hand up to rest on that of Suzaku's which still gripped his face. A faint smile emerged on his soft lips, conveying his trust to the other. Suzaku released Lelouch's face and withdrew himself for the second time. He had no time to be dealing with the situation. Lelouch was not his responsibilty and he owed his enemy nothing. Suzaku convinced himself of this as he took several long strides to the door and exited, leaving Lelouch shrouded in darkness, isolated in the cold, void throne room.

lolololololololol shonen ai bishi love :3