Code Geass World Lie
A Yupi Fan Fiction

Setting: A few hours before the completion of Zero Requiem.

Updates : Every 2nd and 4th Sunday of the month

A/N: I should have written this in the first chapter, but my desire to post the story overpowered my memory. Well, I think that it's my instinctual reaction since I have the tendency of becoming a space-cadet at times. This is my first story here on this account, albeit I have already submitted some stories before on my old account which I have left over nonsensical reasons. Anyways, please do enjoy. Reviews are very much loved here.

Chapter Two: Scars of Lies
"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars."
Kahlil Gibran

The bitter crisp of silence befell inside the tiny room of seclusion and sanctity - the chapel, where Lelouch and CC stood. They waited, for each other to speak but both of them didn't have the courage to mutter. CC sighed and directed her gaze downcast. She cannot afford to look at Lelouch's face anymore as films of horrible and blood-streak scenes came terrorizing her amber-like eyes. Liberating Lelouch from her gauche, spontaneous hug, CC backed off a little until they were at least a few meters apart, steps marked tremulously.

She bit her lip and arched it downward until she finally spoke, "I don't want you to die." Those words were marked with conviction on her part. Lelouch was. He was her beloved. He was her important person, and wasn't it just fairly reasonable to yearn that his life would somehow be lengthened?

Or was human life that friable that a second actually costs more than expensive stones. She didn't have any clue, after all, she had lived her life inside desolation and death was no more than a childish threat.

"You don't need to die," she stated once again, rephrasing her selfish words.

Lelouch's mouth was agape for a few seconds, perhaps he considered whether or not her words were pointless and stupid, or primarily ignorant. "It's too late to thwart my fate," he calmly inserted, now more accepting of the reality. He took a step closer towards the known witch of the world as light gust of wind invaded their sanctuary.

"It's not yet." eyes flickering with will to outwit death. "You're smarter than this Lelouch. You, who could lead your own battalion and successfully flip the table despite of the handicaps. You, who have killed an immortal, and yet you say you cannot escape from your own death?" she chided. It would take some more time to persuade Lelouch out of that mess.

"Unfortunately, I'm just a human," he backfired. No, he wouldn't let CC's words sway him any longer. That was his way to atone. Perpetual damnation was the only key. Even if his whole conscience itches to turn back from his rather bold and short-thought move.

It wasn't like he couldn't pull a stratagem in order to live, but he refused. He had done enough. He had made many suffer and surely, those people wanted him dead, so he'll allow it - as a parting gift. At the very least, his death will alleviate other's suffering.

"A human with a geass," she corrected.

CC was stubborn. She would do anything to achieve what the hell she wants, be it a limited edition Cheese-kun merchandise or simply one-piece pizza. Annoying as it is, she would become flexible in order to answer each and every excuse one would mutter. And she wouldn't bother associate herself with one's ideals. What she wants is what she wants, and it should happen.

Though CC wasn't the pushy type of person who would use violence in order to achieve his/her own established plans, she was a more formidable opponent than those brutes who only uses fists and weaponry. CC uses mental breakdown tactics that the people around wouldn't easily comprehend. Until she finally drives you into a corner, that's the only time the people around you would notice what is happening which is tad late already.

Lelouch wearily produced a sough and turned around to leave. He had nothing more to say now, for CC would just rebuke him over and over again. He took his steps gently until he reached the doorstep, but instantly froze when he heard a clink from his back.

"What are you doing, CC?" as he turned around to see what he had expected. A gun pointed on his head.

"I won't let you die until I have gained the ends of our contract, Lelouch. You are an important piece on the succession of my goal" CC steadily aimed at close proximity. Though she looked the kind of manipulative, obsessive, love-driven woman in that stance, the only way for her to stop Lelouch from continuing his suicidal mission is through coercion.

Lelouch almost chuckled with CC's senseless threat. He knew she wouldn't do anything to harm him if those were her intentions thus he scrutinized her with wonder. "CC, redeem yourself," he said sadly as he understood a portion of CC's thinking.

He didn't want to drag her further with him. He wanted her to start a new life. A life basked in happiness. Find someone who won't actually leave her and use her like how he took advantage of that enigmatic symbol carved into CC. At least, someone who will love her – more than how Lelouch loves her.

"Forgive me, Lelouch," and then a loud thump overwhelmed the silence right after she pulled the trigger.

Jeremiah Gottwald was restless. His highness have just wandered off somewhere without his permission albeit it's not like Lelouch needs warrant into everything he does, but it still concerns him. It's like something ominous was bound to happen, after all, today was a special day for his highness. The day when the world will finally realize his true prowess.

He sighed, it was fairly new for him to excessively worry, but it was just reasonable. He had a prince of his own. A royalty to address who has faith on him. So whatever happened during Lady Marianne's prime - the assassination, he would not let the cycle repeat.

Jeremiah walked back and forth checking the places where his majesty often goes. Casually, he knocked on Lelouch's quarters and hoped that his intrusion would be bypassed by the emperor. But yet again, Lelouch wasn't there which makes things more dubious on his part.

"Why are you here, Jeremiah?" someone approached. By then, Jeremiah brought a breath of relief and turned around, closing the door of Lelouch's room. He strode towards the giver of the message and decided to form a bow befitting for the king.

"I was concerned by your sudden absence your majesty. I couldn't help but bring myself to search for you," the knight reported. He felt a slight hint of paranoia on his actions as he stated his concerns, but nevertheless it was better to be on-the-lookout. After all, as aforementioned, he wouldn't accept failures of protecting his majesty unlike what happened during Lady Marianne's time.

Lelouch then walked past him and Jeremiah followed feeling that it was his duty to do so. "How are the preparations?" Lelouch inquired while proceeding towards the cybernetics room to check the machines that will be used for the parade.

"Everything's well. The prisoners are not showing any signs of resistance. Things are going under your plan, your majesty," Jeremiah replied with pure confidence that there wouldn't be interference.

The members of the Black Knights should have clearly realized that without his prince's tactical skills, they were just a bunch of low-class terrorists who fought over mundane reasons. They do not hold any finesse, and they've dared betray the exiled prince? Really, they were just idiots who set up a trap for themselves. Just what he would expect from the Numbers.

Liberate Japan from Britannia? Screw that. Didn't they know that the so-called Britannia was actually larger than what those scums had thought? Britannia was a system - a system where the strong oppress the weak. It wasn't just a part of the geography of the world.

Even if they defeat those military men from Area Eleven, those people do not compromise the whole number of soldiers the mainland and the other countries who support Britannia actually have. Well, perhaps, they had the chance when they joined Scheneizel's cause, but Scheneizel was another person who's real goal was different from the members of the Black Knights. Apart from the reason that the 2nd prince can manipulate people.

All the things that Black Knights had actually grabbed were possessions of Lelouch. He was the one who built all those connections, the one who made the group from a mere shabby terrorist group into a defender of justice, and the one who developed all the members of the organization into a at-the-very-least worthy pawns. Yet, they even envisioned that the Black Knights can be in command without the real founder.

Just by thinking about those things made Jeremiah chuckle as he walked. That is what they deserve from underestimating their enemy.

And not to mention about Cornelia's and Villeta's whereabouts. He knew that they wouldn't be able to do much, just like dogs who have their tails in between their legs. "Your majesty, I believe that it is about time for the punishment to commence," Jeremiah interrupted as they entered the room.

"I see. One last thing, Jeremiah," Lelouch halted and spoke. Jeremiah immediately bent his knees as he awaited for his master to utter his request. "If there would be any disturbances later on, do not impede,"

Jeremiah quirked his eyebrow with the king's demand. Do not interfere? But wasn't that his work? "But your majesty," he couldn't help but say.

Lelouch glared at him instantly as he retorted. "This is an order, Jeremiah," he intimidated. Lelouch seemed quite serious about it, so he couldn't help but conform upon his request. Though despite his orders, there was still something that aggravates his reluctance.

Something was amiss.

"This sucks," Tamaki complained, totally bothered by the itchiness the clothes they were forced to wear could offer. Kallen was galled by Tamaki's pesky attitude. Couldn't he just shut up for a second and give all of them some moment for placid? If only her hands were not locked by that suit, she would have totally slapped Tamaki square in the face.

Kallen rested her head on the wall for a moment beside Ohgi. Today, they would be punished. Punished severely due to their treason against the Holy Empire of Britannia. The soldiers who were guarding their cells told them so with mocking laughter after it. "Shut up Tamaki," she involuntarily said.

"What the hell did you say?" the Japanese snorted and gradually made it to her. He was being rowdy that day with no apparent reason, or if ever there were any, Kallen wouldn't bother waste her effort deciphering it.

She rolled her eyes, finally had gotten enough of Tamaki's ignorant behavior. She tried to contain the annoyance she felt, but this time, Tamaki had really hit the string. "I said shut up. I do not want this day's limelight to be filled with your trivial concerns."

"What's with your cocky attitude? Regretting that you didn't join that god-damned prince's cause?" he bleated.

Kallen's eyes widened and she instantaneously got the force to stand up and eye Tamaki. He was the one who was being cocky, so cowardly, and besides, she didn't consider join Lelouch's cause. Perhaps once, when the Black Knights betrayed him, but that was all. She had cut everything between her and Lelouch. They were enemies who had different goals. "Tell me that you didn't actually say that," she reconsidered kicking Tamaki.

"Hell no," he whimpered.

"Both of you quiet down !" Ohgi joined their conversation. Both of them looked at him with disdain for a second, but decided that they shouldn't fight, or at least not waste their breath on fighting, or getting each other killed. After all, there wouldn't be any fruitful produce if they fight. Hell, the soldier on that shift might even enjoy their little comrade catfight. Besides, they would face execution soon.

"Filthy Elevens fighting amongst themselves," their prison guards laughed. Tamaki hissed.

'Shit' Kallen thought as she looked at Tamaki. He did. He just added fuel to the fire. "What did you just say, you filthy scum?" the first soldier said with cold, dark glare. He had a bulky body-build mostly muscles, a raven spiky hair, and a large scar across his face.

By the looks of it, that man was a brawl-first-before-explanation kind of soldier. Kallen, for a moment wondered how many citizens of Japan had that man slayed, and then a bitter taste on her tongue occurred ; it was hatred. She clenched her fist, hoping that she wouldn't retort into any kind of abusive talk and worsen their condition.

"You're the scum here. The person who makes killing a living," Tamaki resorted into cheap bitter words. Damn, Kallen knew what would be the next scenarios. 'Just shut up Tamaki' she prayed that her inner voice would reach the Japanese's bird brain.

Apparently, fate just played with her as Tamaki continued to blather.

Ohgi remained quiet the whole time Tamaki grumbled, but Kallen clearly knew that he was only confining his boiling inside to lower the damage the group would receive. She tapped Ohgi's leg trying to mentally talk with him and her eyes gave the message of whether or not she should drag Tamaki already, but Ohgi shook his head. Perhaps because the result would still be the same, and also to let Tamaki pour out all his feelings after the person whom he once considered as best friend, Zero, had actually the will to kill all of them without any harsh feelings.

"Rotten boy, I'll let you pay the price of your words," the soldier said grabbing some keys from his side pocket.

Shit just happened.

"Stop that Joe. Remember the emperor's orders. Do not harm them. Any harm afflicted would be subjected to the abuser," the soldier beside that person who was actually named Joe step up.

"As if. These rotten shits would be executed today. All because of their breach of allegiance, and so whatever we do with them, they'll still die. What's the difference then?" he reasoned out. A low-class, crude reasoning if Kallen was asked, but then again, she didn't have any right to speak. All her rights as a half Brit. has been stripped off since she's a terrorist who caused a lot of damages before and now.

"I expect that you mark my words, Joe, not as another soldier, but as your captain. You got me, boy?" drawing a knife from his pocket and pointed its sharp blade on Joe's face. "You do not want me to put another scar on your face, do you?" the captain threatened.

Joe, for a moment, took a step back and quietly cursed Kallen's group's sheer luck. She quietly laughed the Britannian's retreat - such cowardice he displayed.

After the short tension between them and the prison guards, things have eased up and the horrid silence of the room served as an insufferable torture for her. The awkward short conversations between the other prisoners made things worse for the hot red-haired teenager.

For a minimal moment, she hoped that the execution should already proceed. They lost - miserably , and if killing them would bring amusement for the shitty emperor then be it. The price they needed to pay for their breach of faith against him. 'I want to hope that something unexpected would happen' she mused as she rotated her head lazily, cracking the aching muscles that were produced from her long downward gaze.

Then from her peripheral vision, Kallen noticed a dark figure coming forward the said captain of the group whispering some matters which looked serious. Was it time for them to be crucified, figuratively speaking that is. The captain then gestured for the cells to be unlocked. . . . It was finally the long awaited.

Kallen sheepishly groaned as the military men forcibly hauled her and her comrades from the jail. Then, locked her hands and feet on a cross like, metallic pole where they would be transported to show-off Lelouch's prowess.

"Kallen, live on," were the words he uttered that time. For some reasons, Kallen cannot get over those simple words as if they still had meaning for the two of them. Did Lelouch really care for her? Then why is he doing this now? She mentally argued herself, proving her thinking to be right and wrong at the same time. Anyway, she'll die. Perhaps, she'll discover the answers on her grave.

Soon.

Suzaku drew his sword, and with a flick of a finger, the sword that was once pristine and glittering thrust into the emperor's abdomen. Silence ensued the mass as the crowd were still processing everything that have happened. The emperor that conquered the world was dying ? With a simple blade stuck on his stomach? And as Suzaku removed the blade without fear and as the king fell, the whole world watched, with their mouths hang open and no one took their eyes off nor breath. No one knew if what they were seeing were just some ludicrous crap of their hallucination, or the reality.

"I'm sorry Lelouch," Suzaku muttered and prevented his hands from shaking due to the sin he has just committed. First, he killed his father over naive thoughts of stopping the war between Japan and Britannia, now, he killed his best friend because that was his will. How tainted could he be and why was he such an idiot for allowing Lelouch to make him waltz on his hands. He reflected on everything on that short five to ten seconds until the world finally shouted their cheer. "Zero! Zero ! Zero ! Zero" He woke up from his self-made torture as Nunally's hysteric cry echoed along with the mass's jocundity.

Suzaku was about to break.

"You did the right thing, Zero," Cornelia said as she placed her hand on his shoulder. He nodded. He's dead, for sure, and now he should repent. Yes, that's what he needed to do. Repent by hiding his real identity and renaming himself as the hero of justice. As Zero.

He sighed depressingly and started his job. First, ordered the troops to clean up the mess of Lelouch by arresting some of his subordinates. Second, separate Nunally from him, and third... get his body and clean him up for the funeral, or what would be thought as festivity.

"Your majesty !" just then, Jeremiah Gottwald sprung up towards the body of Lelouch and hastily grabbed his body and killed the soldiers who were tasked to do the clearing. He should have known better. Jeremiah was extremely royal, and he would not let anyone touch his body.

"Damn, catch him!" Cornelia shouted filled with authority.

Suzaku took a step forward and placed his hand in front of Cornelia. "No, let him be," he suggested. Cornelia was quiet for a second and then submissively nodded. "He has enough reasons to do that, and besides the people wouldn't like to see his face anymore," he further explained.

"What about Nunally?" Cornelia questioned. She leaned closer to him, and Suzaku shook his head.

He knew that Nunally would come to a mutual understanding of what Jeremiah had done, for sure, she too feels the same. The loyalty the two share, but he too knows that Nunally wants to see Lelouch.

"Let's leave it this way," he concluded. He'll just make up some lie for Nunally, perhaps, incinerate another's body and make it act as Lelouch's ? Perhaps.

Jeremiah was uncertain. He definitely knew that something was 'wrong' as how Lelouch had calculated that something big like that would be happening, and even his death. He knew that Lelouch had the way of cheating death, but for him to accept it whole-heartedly was just so puzzling, and so, he retrieved him from the hands of the reformed military to uncover the mystery.

Then the emperor opened his eyes, and Jeremiah's eyes widened. What the hell was happening? "Your majesty !" he exclaimed.

"Tone down, Jeremiah Gottwald. I am not even Lelouch," and then he removed the wig and mask.

Only to reveal that. . . .

"C.C ?!"

And cut ! How's that for the second chapter? Sorry guys, the latter part of the chapter has been done without much effort. I'm too concerned about other stuff right now, but wanted to release this also because I want to relay a message to you.

I'll increase the quality of the next chapter, and I think it will be longer than this one.

Please pray for my schoolmate who's in the hospital right now. She needs every bit of prayer to recover. As for the details of her illness, I chose not to reveal it as I think it would disrespect her family and friends. But still, I want you guys to pray for her.

Every prayer counts !