From the Author: Sorry for the very late update. I know I haven't updated in almost half a year. Lots of work and a nasty writer's block that came with it were pretty damaging. Lots of Ideas died to fight off this malicious Block to get this Chapter out, though seeing as this is a bit rushed, I do hope you, the reader will still enjoy this installment. Onwards with the story!
Building Relations
Ever since Prince Lelouch vi Britannia's sensational move to increase the Japanese's freedom, the news had somehow reverted to its typical reports during the Black Rebellion. Mass murders, Sabotage and Terrorism became the most common occurrences all over the nation yet again.
Of course, the biggest difference was that the Britannians were responsible for the terrorism, not the Japanese.
Former Black Knights throughout the land were raising hell with their commanders, crying out for vengeance, but again and again, they were rejected. Todou, Ougi, and the rest of the leaders knew better than to simply start attacking. They needed to find out if the Black Prince really was trying to help the Japanese, and the rebellions were not some elaborate ruse to catch the Black Knights.
Kallen herself had given her word that Lelouch would not betray them if they were to act, but her extended stay with the Prince in question made it very hard for the Black Knights to trust her.
So the Britannian forces within Japan who swore their loyalties to Lelouch had had to struggle over the first month of 2018, and into February against their own people. Sadly, those who were loyal were very few indeed, and the enemy was growing steadily stronger with each passing week. It was only a matter of time before the situation went zooming past its boiling point.
That day, was Valentines Day.
Britannian Insurgents had managed to hijack the bus that Nunnaly vi Britannia was on. The little Princess had been out on a field trip with her class, accompanied by Shirley Fenette and her bodyguard Rolo.
Shirley was on the bus because the School President, Milly Ashford had 'nicely' coerced her into looking after the younger girls and boys. Of course, she was also there to keep Nunnaly calm, seeing as the little Princess was terrified of Rolo, whom she knew was the one who had very nearly murdered her brother.
Now, as Shirley sat upon the cold floor of the bus, trying to calm the crying younger students, she struggled against her own fears.
Rolo was unconscious, knocked out by a rubber bullet to the head when an Insurgent got a lucky shot off before the former assassin slaughtered them. Currently, his bruised head was rested on the lap of Nunnaly.
The Princess herself seemed to be managing her own fear extremely well, seeing as a Sakuradite bomb was now strapped over her back, and that she had been thrown to the floor harshly when the insurgents had ripped her wheelchair from under her.
Oh how I wish I could have Nunnaly's presence of mind... Shirley crushed a rising desire to let out a sob. Briefly, she tried to tell herself that it was all a dream, but Shirley knew better than to have such wishful thoughts.
The word 'normal' was something that one could never expect once they became associated with Lelouch vi Britannia and his kin. Shirley was no exception. From the moment she had come to befriend and for a while even crush on the Black Prince, Shirley Fenette had been plunged into a world of illegal dealings and chess games involving sums which had boggled her young untainted mind.
Then, as Lelouch began to take part in the Black Knights, Shirley had nearly murdered, been murdered, manipulated, and essentially learned that her perfect world was far from the utopia she had made it out to be. All because of Lelouch.
Sometimes,Shirley would wonder if she could just go to the Motherland, leave everything behind. Start a new life. The orange head did not need so much action and drama in her life.
Well DAMN! I don't think I can even handle this stress! A lone tear leaked out and ran down Shirley's cheek. Why didn't I just go back to Britannia?
Clicks issued from the insurgents' hands, snapping Shirley out of her reverie, and causing her to look up. They were cocking their guns, and from the looks of their faces, things weren't going to go well for herself and her fellow hostages. Nunnaly was sitting ramrod straight now, her frame quivering slightly with fright.
What little view of the outside world also told her that it was high noon, a couple of hours since they had been hijacked during mid-morn. No...no way... the negotiations can't have broken down so quickly!
A terrorist was shouting into a cell phone now, he was talking to Lelouch vi Britannia and his elder sister, Cornelia.
"This is your last warning brats! You'll return Area 11 to Noble rule and resign from your positions as members of royalty, following which, you will be executed publicly to serve as a reminder for those who would dare think of soiling Britannia's name. If you don't answer to our demand, you know the consequences!" The apparent leader raved, spittle spraying out in all directions.
Muffled tones were all that Shirley heard of Lelouch's reply, but it definitely did not make the terrorist any happier. He slammed the cell shut, and was now shouting countless expletives, causing the Nunnaly's classmates to shrink further in fear.
The terrorist leader took a few deep breaths to calm himself, and then, he cast a dark glance at Shirley, who recoiled.
"Since the damn Prince is so hard to crack..." The man smirked, and began to make his way slowly towards Shirley, who realized his intent, to her own great horror.
"Let's see if he'll keep his cool if one of his dear friends gets hurt!" He pounced.
Shirley knew she could not let the man have his way. But what was she to do? The terrorists could shoot any of her charges if she tried anything funny. Rolo and Nunnaly were at least still relatively safe since they carried more value to the terrorists unharmed. There was only one thing she could do; close her eyes, hope it ended quick and not remember anything.
Chink was the only sound Shirley heard before a limp body came barreling into her, and small streams of something hit her form.
The weight of the man crushed her onto the floor as the younger students started screaming hysterically. Hesitantly, Shirley pried her own eyes open, to see what was happening, only to see the supposed terrorist leader's body. A body that was conspicuously missing a head, and spurting blood all over the place.
Struggling to keep her bile from exiting her system, Shirley pushed the corpse off herself, and turned to look at a furious Kallen Stadtfeld, accompanied by two special operations troopers, who were standing in what used to be the doors of the vehicle, guns drawn and smoking.
The copious amounts of blood on Kallen's sword made it all too obvious as to who had saved her. Judging by the many bullet holes the remaining four terrorists had, they were pretty dead too
"Are you alright, Shirley?" Kallen rushed over to the shocked orange head and grabbed her by the shoulders, inspecting her for signs of abuse.
Meanwhile, the two special operatives were tending to Nunnaly and applying smelling salts for Rolo. Further off in the distance, the lights of ambulances and military units could be seen.
Kallen, satisfied that Shirley had not been physically harmed, turned her attention to the younger students, muttering quietly to the orange head, "I'm sorry you had to see that Shirley, but I could not let the hostages be harmed. It was what Lelouch asked me to do."
Shaking the last vestiges of shock from her system, Shirley rushed over to help Kallen, "How did you get on the bus anyway? The road was empty, so there'd be nowhere for you to hide if the terrorists did a check."
Kallen frowned lightly, "Well, the terrorists should have known not to park over a dumb manhole and let us sneak up on them. Sniping was too risky since we could accidentally hit one of you guys."
Fate really did not wish to give an easy time for the young females, and things went tumbling down the hill.
One special operative was removing the bomb stuck to Nunnaly, when his colleague suddenly put a round in his head. The operative slumped on the ground just as the other aimed his gun on a thoroughly surprised Kallen.
"Hmph. Even though we had to lose five men, they were pretty stupid anyway, so it's no big loss. Thanks to those oafs, we, the faithful sons of Britannia, have an even larger bargaining chip now." The black clad man sneered.
Kallen snarled.
"And don't think I'm that stupid, Knight! I've wired the manholes with mines to stop anyone else from foiling our plans. No one is going to save you, so hand me your weapons nice and slow... or I'll blow your precious Princess to bits." He hissed as he fished out a detonator.
With a small start, Shirley finally realized that the detonator had been missing since the start of the hostage situation. The first bunch of terrorists had been decoys, and they had not been carrying any detonating device.
Shirley felt her hope plummeting into hell as Kallen slowly handed her weapons over. The soldier turned terrorist smirked as he confiscated the arms.
Why can't I do anything!? That thought hit Shirley like a bolt of lightning. Was she so weak as to be unable to help her friends? No, she would be damned if she let herself die without a struggle.
In that moment that no one would ever have expected, Shirley charged the terrorist and punched him hard enough to pitch him onto the floor, and send the detonator sailing out of his grip. The man had been so shocked by the brazen move coming from such a meek looking girl that he almost didn't react.
Almost however, never means did not.
Shirley collapsed, blood leaking out of a punctured lung. Kallen swore loudly, and rushed the terrorist as he started to get back on his feet. The special operative swung his pistol to bear on Kallen's head.
PHUT, a silenced pistol went off, unheard by all but the one who pulled the trigger. Kallen blinked in surprise as the final terrorist crumpled, dead.
Rolo panted harshly with exertion from using his Geass, smoke curling out of his weapon. Cursing himself for taking so long to wake up, and for failing Lelouch, he buried his pain, and moved to check on Shirley.
Just a minute later, the ambulances had arrived and the hostages were whisked off in the blink of an eye. The Royal Guards accompanying the medics helped remove the bomb, with Rolo's and Kallen's help, before they too were off to Tokyo's General Hospital...
Schenizel el Britannia was, not having a good day. He had come to Japan in his massive airborne warship, Avalon, to tell Lelouch that Britannia that an armored division was covertly on route to back the Black Prince up.
Unfortunately,Lelouch was not present to greet him, and neither was Cornelia. Instead, an aide informed Schenizel that Nunnaly vi Britannia had just been rescued from a hostage criss, and that the Governess and Vice-Governor were checking on the little Princess' safety.
Knowing that the health of a loved one always mattered more to Lelouch than the whole world, and that he himself was feeling some worry, Schenizel had opted to go to the hospital and meet the Black Prince.
Alas, the White Prince's misfortune did not end when he arrived at the hospital.
Lelouch vi Britannia had come charging right up in front of a rather surprised Schenizel, begging him to donate some blood. In his powerful and calculative mind, Schenizel could not entirely understand why his younger brother would need his blood. Nunnaly vi Britannia was of blood type A, whilst he was of blood type B.
Medically speaking, if Schenizel donated his blood to Nunnaly, who was the most likely recipient of the blood seeing Lelouch's distress, she would most assuredly die. Schooling his visage into one displaying infinite wisdom, Schenizel proceeded to foolishly state the all to obvious facts to Lelouch vi Britannia.
When Lelouch was angry, he could punch, really hard. Schenizel had never been more thankful to Cornelia, for restraining the enraged Black Prince while he was bent over, winded.
Schenizel absently brushed the spot where the needle had extracted a portion of his life fluids. This Lady Fenette must be a very important person for Lelouch to get so angry... I do hope he does not turn out to be like Father... Lady Kallen and the strange green haired miss are more than enough already... The White Prince heaved a great sigh.
His personal aide, Konan, was about to ask is his Highness was feeling fine, but a doctor interrupted with a polite and reverent smile.
"Excuse me your Highness, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you for donating blood to a patient. These past few months have been extremely trying on us all, and our blood stocks for B-types were completely drained." The doctor was closely to hysteria now, "If Miss Fennete hadn't gotten that blood unit, she wouldn't have lasted till the next day, when our stocks get resupplied."
Schenizel smiled congenially, "That is perfectly fine doctor... But if I may ask, could you let me see this patient?"
The doctor seemed to have heard the question before, because he let out a polite chuckle, "Of course your Highness. Prince Lelouch just visited her. But I must warn you that Miss Fenette is still unconscious"
Schenizel fully expected the young woman to be out, it was natural since she got shot up pretty badly. Still, he was miffed by another thing, which the doctor had said, "Vice-Governor Lelouch left?"
The doctor's look was mirroring his now, "Why yes your Highness, Prince Lelouch left the building a few minutes ago after visiting Princess Nunnaly. He looked pretty busy."
The White Prince considered questioning the doctor further, but decided against it. When Lelouch disappeared he was too troublesome to find. Motioning for the doctor to move, Schenizel walked off towards Shirely Fenette's room, and a very big turning point in his life.
Whiteness. White was all that Shirley saw, as she floated in limbo.
Deep in the confines of her soul, she wondered why she was still alive. She had seen the news about the short supply of B-type blood units, and knew that if she had a nasty wound that needed a transfusion, she would be toast. So who could possibly have given her this life saving liquid? Surely not Lelouch, for though he greatly cared for herself, he possessed an AB blood type, and could not give his blood. Who was it?
Faint clicks suddenly began to tug her back to the lands of the living, but she resisted. She was so tired.
Then, Shirley felt a presence take a seat on her right. One that was radiating a strange aura which she could not describe or understand. She was confused, yet curious, and afraid at the same time. Her spirit tore past the veil of unconsciousness in time to hear her mystery visitor speak
"Miss Shirley Fenette I presume." The Blond head smiled, "My name is Schenizel el Britannia, the second prince of Britannia, and elder brother to Lelouch, who is currently courting you I believe..."
If Shirley had not been so tired, she would have groaned at the stupidity of this supposedly smart Prince and Prime Minister. Lelouch had never and would never court her, not when he already had to deal with Kallen and C.C..
"Even though I doubt you can actually hear me, I do hope my brother has been treating you well Miss Fenette." Schenizel went on, miraculously obliviously to Shirley's discomfort, as he remained seated by her side.
Privately, Schenizel wondered why he was sitting in a ward with a woman, all alone. He had ordered Konan and the doctors out barely a minute ago, and even requested for more guards to be positioned in the hospital premises. It was almost as if he was smitten with a girl who supposedly belonged to someone else.
Doubt towards one's own sanity is usually one of the many signs that one's mental capacity is starting to slip... The White Prince sighed. Perhaps I have outstayed my welcome...
Schenizel started to get out of his seat...
"Please wait your Highness." Came the light voice of Shirley, shocking the White Prince to such an extent that he fell back onto his seat.
Schenizel felt a strange feeling surge into his cheeks, and he stuttered in an almost 'un-princely' manner, "Your awake Miss Fenette... I do apologize for interrupting your rest. I will take my leave."
Shirley nearly jumped out of her bed to stop the blond Prince as she whispered, "N-no , I do not mind you being here, not at all. I-I would like someone to talk to right now..." Inwardly, she was cringing in pain, and a bit of embarrassment from being so informal towards a Prince.
Happiness seemed to well up a little in the brooding and scheming Britannian Prime Minister, and for the first time. Deciding that staying would not cause harm to people's lives, he actually sat back down and had a lengthy conversation with a commoner on a topic other than politics or national affairs for once.
When Konan returned to bring his liege back to the Government Building after two hours, he found the typically gloomy and falsely joyful man chuckling wholeheartedly at one simple girl's experiences as a commoner. Valentines was really turning out to be a day when love lives were found.
Elsewhere, in Tamaki's Bar, Lelouch vi Britannia was seated in a comfortable plush chair, flanked by his Knight and his Witch at a fairly large table. Right in front of them, were some the leaders of the legendary freedom fighters, the Black Knights.
Absent from the meeting were Toudoh, and the Four Holy Swords, who were too far away to attend the conference, which had been set up on a very short notice. Zero was still uncontactable and thus, not present, although he had 'sent' C.C. as a representative. Still, the rest of the founding group of the Black Knights were present, from Ougi Kaname, the Second in Command, to Shinichiro Tamaki; Second Special Forces commander and number one Black Knight knuckle head.
Once everyone had settled into their seats, C.C. started off in her typical bored tone, "Now that we're all here, I will tell you all about the main topic of today, which is whether or not we, the Black Knights should provide aid to Prince Lelouch vi Britannia."
"Hold one a sec. Why hasn't Zero decided by himself instead? Why is he leaving the decision to us?" Ougi spluttered. He had not been expecting C.C.'s statement at all, and from the look of the rest of the Black Knight management, none of them had either.
Zero had been a very assertive man who did thing his way many a time without considering the opinions of others after all.
Lelouch, playing his role as a perfect outsider, also gave his input, "Indeed, this is very strange Miss C.C.. Has something happened to him... or her?"
C.C. let out a harsh laugh, which sounded so real that Kallen nearly thought she was not acting at all, "Do not presume to guess about the well-being of Zero, boy. It was merely because Zero has already discharged the Black Knights from their duty that he does not wish to directly interfere."
The Black Knights present gasped in shock. They did not know that Zero had already removed himself from their fold.
It was Kallen's turn to join the show, as she gasped, "Why isn't Zero staying? What the hell does he have to do that prevents him fro-?"
"You will hold your tongue Kallen!" C.C. hissed and let anger 'slip' onto her visage, ever the perfect actress, "The both of us were closest to Zero, and you of all people should know how little time Zero has left. Let him enjoy the fruits of his labor while he still draws breath and stop trying to rely on him!"
The whole table, including Lelouch, who had to keep his act up, gasped in shock.
Kallen spluttered incoherently in a rather convincing manner whilst the Grey Witch continued her tirade.
"Zero laid down the foundations and brought our people back onto their feet. We have to rise up to the occasion, and make sure the Japanese stay free, for all our sakes, or at the very least, Zero's sake." C.C. was putting up a really good show, with her furious expression and flushed face.
If I had not been part of the plan, I would definitely have been fooled. Lelouch and Kallen thought.
Shit... I'm starting to think like Lelouch! Kallen had to exercise a lot of restraint. It would not be good if she slapped herself at the moment.
Why did I think that Kallen was sharing my sentiments... Lelouch banished the idea Nope, there's no way she could have the same opinion as me.
Only the best acting could be expected from someone who had lived through countless conflicts since medieval times.
The Black Knight leaders were at a loss for what to say. Ougi himself, was very shocked; he had always thought that Zero was still relatively young, from the sound of his voice. But the way C.C. had spoken of their Masked leader's short time left on Earth made him wonder if Zero was perhaps an old dying man.
C.C. must have seen Ougi thoughts running across his face, for she went off in another lecture, "And don't you dare think of Zero as some old and withered old fool. He merely was unfortunate to be born with a medical condition that is incurable."
Then, in a shocking reversal of moods, C.C. smiled ruefully, "Maybe it was Heaven's will that Zero would not be able to fully enjoy his works, simply to bring them to the Japanese."
That had not been in the plan, but thinking in retrospect, Lelouch knew that C.C. rarely ever followed a role to the letter. Lelouch decided C.C.'s little side play did have some merits. It would force the Black Knight leaders to think by themselves, and hopefully let them see that the only way to saving Japan was through him, not his specter.
Bracing himself, Lelouch spoke in a solemn tone, "Whilst I will ask you to give Zero my best wishes, Miss C.C., I must insist that we return to the more pressing topic."
Everyone's attention returned to the Black Prince as he continued, "The Britannian Insurgents are growing stronger by the day, and my forces are simply too few to counter them. My brother, Schenizel, is sending an armored battalion to assist, but it is not enough to put down this insurrection. That battalion is largely made of rookies and tanks, with twelve Gloucester. Also..."
To the rest of the people in the room who were blissfully unaware of Lelouch's plots, the Prince was look was starting to turn into one of slight embarrassment.
"Not many people know this, but just this week, our latest reinforcement consisting of four mass-produced Seventh Generation Knightmares, the Vincents, were stolen." Lelouch whispered so softly that almost no one had been able to catch what he said.
Tamaki was the first to react, as usual, taking the chance to gloat at a Royal's 'discomfort'. "Hah! You were dumb enough to let something so important get stolen just like that? No wonder you need our help!" He guffawed.
"Shut it Tamaki!" Viletta's face was turning into a very serious visage. She had realized the dangerous implications of Lelouch's statement, and from the looks of the Black Knight leaders, they had noticed too.
"The Seventh Generation Frames are of the same Age as the Lancelot. It was even rumored that the White Reaper unit was used as a template for the newer mass producible Vincents. If the insurgents have their hands on those..." Minami voice teetered off.
Ougi finished the statement with a look of absolute horror, "The Insurgents could very possibly defeat the last strong form of resistance, the Lancelot, and take Japan's freedom away."
"That's right." Lelouch sighed dramatically, and slouched into his seat.
Tamaki finally began to catch onto the true severity of the situation, but his mindset still had him bent on putting the blame on the Black Prince, "The HELL!? Why'd you let them get it! We're doomed!"
There were so many times when Lelouch could have maintained control. But after dealing with so much stress for the day; nearly losing Nunnaly, Shirley, Kallen and a whole bunch of students, dealing with more paperwork, keeping the effects of the uprising to a minimum, Lelouch finally snapped.
And the Black Prince blew up spectacularly, "DO YOU THINK I WANTED TO LET THEM GET THE VINCENTS? DO YOU?"
The room fell into such deathly silence that even C.C. felt a bit unnerved.
"The lives of millions, Japanese and Britannian alike are in peril due to my failure to protect them! Even my sister and closest friends nearly join the dead just today, and I already have over a thousand casualties, and the bloody count rises with each passing day! You as a freedom fighter should now better!" Lelouch was on his feet, panting with effort to force his rage back down into the recesses of his heart.
Kallen jumped out of her seat and put her hand on Lelouch before he could start hurling some abuses, which would really send the 'negotiations' south. "It's not worth getting so worked up Lelouch, calm down. Please." Kallen leaned in and whispered quietly into her master's ear. Then, as an afterthought, she added, "Think of it as a request from your Knight."
Lelouch cast a glance at Kallen, and closed his eyes to school his thoughts. His Knight's hand that rested on his shoulder was shaking almost imperceptibly, but he felt it. Kallen was worried for him, and in a way, he was grateful to her for her concern. Letting out a small sigh, Lelouch calmed himself down.
The Crimson Lotus and the rest of the room let out a breath that they had been unknowingly holding when Lelouch finally relented and sat down heavily on his seat.
All the while, Kallen was counseling her liege, C.C. nearly felt a pang of jealousy, and a tiny urge to say something snide towards her red-haired fellow. Fortunately, in her own opinion, she ruthlessly crushed the rising emotions before they even had the chance to grow. C.C. certainly knew how to nip things in the bud.
Deciding to take some form of control over the situation for Lelouch, C.C. coughed loudly to catch everyone's attention, and spoke in her typical bland business tone, "So, since we've all heard of the current state of affairs, I am going to call for a vote. All those in favor of assisting Prince Lelouch vi Britannia in ridding Japan of the Insurgents, please raise your hands."
Ougi gawked at her, "H-hold on! Isn't this a bit to soon to call for a vote?"
"Didn't you hear what the Boy Prince and I said. There is little time to act. We cannot waste time arguing over it now. I have decided to follow Zero's wishes, and help Lelouch vi Britannia, but it is up to yourselves if yo wished to do the same." C.C. shrugged liquidly, as she raised her hand up high to add to her point.
Kallen cut in before Lelouch even had the chance to open his mouth, and spoke in nearly the exact same manner as her Prince would have done, "As much as I hate to admit, this situation cannot wait any longer. As pressed as the Britannian Army is, we may not last for more than another month or two with the reinforcements. We really need the help."
Wow... Kallen seems to be so much more mature... Is it because of the Prince? Ougi, Minami and the rest of the more level-headed founders of the Black Knights thought.
"Now, before we have anymore interruptions, can we actually finish this meeting off?" C.C. grumbled.
By the time the clock struck midnight, Lelouch vi Britannia was on his way back towards the Government Building alongside Kallen, and with the Black Knight's assurance of cooperation. With renewed access to the Sixth/Seventh generation Gekkas from the Black Knights, the tide of the battle could be turned, and he would regain a greater measure control over the situation.
For the moment, such plans for world peace slipped out of the Black Prince's mind, and he let his mind wander back onto the safety of his loved ones. Making a quick call to C.C. to take care of his office while he was absent, he ordered the driver to redirect the car towards Tokyo General Hospital.
Out in the dark depths of Tokyo's underground network, C.C. grumbled silently to herself as she rode her Gloucester back towards the Government Building with her escort of Geassed Sutherland jockeys and their frames...
Princess Nunnaly vi Britannia sat in her first class bed, all alone. She wondered, why her brother had rushed off so quickly, wondered if Shirley was fine. The Little Princess was essentially worrying about nearly everything and everything that had occurred today, and was resenting the loneliness she was currently feeling.
Nunnaly knew deep in her heart though, that she had no real right to feel bitter. Her brother and her many friends had toiled for so long for her sake, and some, like Shirley, had been hurt because of her. No, Nunnaly vi Britannia did not hate anyone other than herself, a useless Princess who was unable to to anything, except provide moral support.
"Ah... excuse me?" Came a light male voice that froze Nunnaly's insides.
Rolo had entered the room, and he was the last person that Nunnaly would have wanted to be with at the moment.
"Uh... What is it Rolo?" Nunnaly asked softly, barely keeping her own fear inside as she turned to face the general direction of the assassin.
Rolo's reply was unexpected, even to him. The words just came tumbling out before he even had the chance to stop himself, "I'm sorry Princess Nunnaly!"
The Little Princess' gave the only answer she could possibly have given, even though it was not the most eloquent that a person of her stature could give, "Huh?"
"I would like to apologize for failing in my duty to protect you and letting you and your friends get injured. As such, I would like to resign from my position." Rolo whispered in a pathetic manner.
Nunnaly had almost agreed instantly, but something was holding her back.
Sure, the Nunnaly of a few months ago would have let Rolo leave without a second thought, the notion of being with the one who nearly murdered her dear Brother was absolutely repulsive, even to her. But after some time with the broken tool, she realized the young man was as human as anyone else on earth. A boy who desperately searched for love and affection.
"Uh..." Rolo fidgeted nervously as he tried to find the right words to say.
"What on Earth are you doing here Rolo? Weren't you supposed to be in the Military Infirmary?" Came the imperious voice of Lelouch vi Britannia, who stepped into the ward with his faithful knight, Kallen Statdtfeld.
"Ah! I was just here to check up on Lady Nunnaly" Rolo spluttered, before rushing out the door.
"What was that all about?" Lelouch stared inquisitively at his beloved sister.
Nunnaly shrugged in a confused manner, "I don't know."
Outside Britannia's General Hospital, Rolo cast a slight glance at the ward where Nunnaly was in, and then walked off, disappearing into the dark streets of the city...
To Be Continued
From the Author: Well, I hope you've enjoyed this chapter of The Black Prince. If possible, I would like to update more regularly, though the chances are probably slim.
As usual, Flames and Criticisms are always accepted. Just make sure there is no cussing or sexual reference, and I will definitely listen to them.
P.S.: Shirley got paired with Schenizel rather than Gino because some of my real life fellows voted too, off the net poll. Also, since Schenizel beat Gino by one vote with the new count, I refused to split Shirley like I did with Lelouch, and so, She ended up with Schenizel. If anyone is really against it, Just hope the Ideas tell me to give Schenizel a bad accident. If not, just hope they stay together. Until next time.