Karin: Hey people! Here's my first Code Geass fic! And what better way but to write about C.C and Lelouch, ne?
Lelouch: oh great, now your damaging my anime with your stupid writing.
Karin: Your anime? I don't see it named after you.
Lelouch: Ahem. Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion!
Karin: (waves him off) No one pays attention to that part of the title
Lelouch: (glares)
Title: Broken
Rating: Teen for angst, language, and violence
Pairing: Subtle Lelouch/C.C. Mostly friendship though since they're only ten in this fic, but there is going to be romantic moments between them too.
Genres: Angst/Hurt/Comfort/General/Drama/Friendship/Romance
Summary: She was never needed. Never noticed. Every sleepless night was a complete nightmare for her to endure. No one cared. No one approached her. One night of climbing up the fire escape to get away from the nightmare begins a strange companionship with a boy who didn't think he needed anyone.
Disclaimer: I don't own Code Geass.
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Broken
Chapter One
Solitude
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Golden eyes snapped opened as a loud crash of something breaking reached her ears. Loud shouts followed saying any possible profanity and/or insult to each other at the top of their lungs. They were at it again apparently.
Small hands crept up to hold her ears in a fruitless attempt to block the yelling. But it didn't do any good, it never did any good. Their small two-bedroom apartment wouldn't allow her the luxury of living in ignorance from their constant nightly shouts with its thin walls. A passing thought of hers was if the neighbors across the hall could hear them as well. Possibly.
Another crash sounded. Something fragile was broken this time. It seemed like the female voice was now throwing objects at the male voice, her tired mind noted.
"YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING FOR THIS FAMILY!" the woman's shrill voice screeched. "TOO BUSY SCREWING YOUR SLUT, YOU BASTARD!"
"LIKE YOU'RE ONE TO TALK YOU BITCH! I BET YOU'RE PUTTING OUT ALL THE TIME!" the male's brash voice shouted back with equal venom.
The girl cocooned herself inside the covers more. Please stop, her mind pleaded, please stop yelling. Stop shouting! Just stop! Please! She chanted in her mind repeatedly.
But it didn't do any good. It never did.
And thus the endless cycle continues through the night.
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Her fogged mind barely registered the teacher scolding her for sleeping in class yet again. Her unique long green hair in two low pigtails and her petite frame in a maroon oversized t-shirt and jeans covering her ten-year-old body. Old runners kicked against the legs of the desk softly and slowly.
"Now, please pay attention! To make sure this behavior won't keep up, I will call your parents! Do you understand?" the teacher ended her scolding with a warning. As always, the child never replied back. Her emotionless expression seemed like it was permanently placed on her face.
The teacher went back to her lesson as well as the students who seemed satisfied with some form of entertainment to relieve them of this monotonous routine of school.
All the while the child dreading the sleepless night that was to come.
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Humans were self-centered and hypocrites, she concluded. All that mattered to them was themselves and if nothing bad was happening to them then they didn't even spare a glance. They say they want to help but their selfishness always contradicts their non existent sympathy. Sympathy is only a ruse to get people to stop whining about themselves and pay attention to the person who's giving them the lying sympathy.
She tucked her knees to her chest and laid her chin on her knees while she sat at the park bench all by herself. The other children were eating lunch and joking around too wrapped up in their ignorant bubble to notice the little girl sitting away from the tables on a lone park bench with nothing but the clothes on her back.
She never had lunch. Her subconscious strays away from leaving the confines of her room to make lunch afraid she might get caught up in the crossfire of the disputes. She can only make herself dinner before one of the other occupants of the house come in from work. And she didn't even want to look at either of them much be in the same room as them.
She wondered vaguely if other parents don't greet their children. If they treat their children as if they never exist most of the time. If their parents never hold or comfort them. If their parents ignore them all together.
No. she was sure that none of their parents treated them that way.
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Her stomach growled loudly as she shut the door into her apartment. The atmosphere was dead, something she was used to, as it never really had the homey quality since she was four years of age.
She placed her backpack in her room with only a bed, a dresser, and bare walls. Her stomach whined some more as she proceeded to make herself an early dinner and late lunch. She never made food for the other occupants of the house.
She absentmindedly stirred the stew she was making while standing on a foot stool to reach the top of the huge pot. She was a pale, scrawny little thing. Whether it was because she lacked nutrition or it was because she didn't hit puberty yet she didn't know.
Either way, her smallness made it easier to hide away from things trying to get her.
It was easier to sit at her bench without a disturbance. It was easier for her to slip through the window onto the fire escape in her room to go to school. It was easier to curl up in her blanket and cocoone herself from the harsh reality she lived in.
The reality of solitude. Of loneliness. Of isolation from the world.
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She was never needed. Never noticed. No one ever approached her. She was invisible to every single human being. Even the people who brought her into this miserable world never gave her much acknowledgement.
She was a ghost, a phantom, she compared herself. As she laid her springy bed cowering away from the noise from the living room, she knew that her life revolved around solitude.
Just another person in this big world. Why spare her a glance when humans are too busy with themselves? Humans were selfish creatures after all.
No one ever needed her. No one ever noticed her.
She clutched the old dirty stuffed plushie of Cheese-kun she had from when she was three to her small scrawny form as she clamped her eyes tightly shut. Her chanting resumed in her mind like a mantra to keep her sanity.
The reality of solitude was not a happy one.
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Karin: So how many of you went to Otakon 2008? It was really great this year. I saw this really awesome AMV called Critical Mass for Code Geass by blenderben. They did a really great job and you can find it on youtube. My friend and I were very excited about all the Code Geass merchandise and cosplayers there even though we didn't cosplay from Code Geass ourselves. Oh well, I got some great pictures and lots of hugs from fans.