no matter how many times i try to fix this document, it won't fix. the thing in the picture is next to the water. sorry :(
I hate this place… I hate everything about it. There is no logic to the walls or the paintings or even the damn sky. I don't know why in the world I ever thought Lelouch could survive this place. It was a stupid idea.
"We've passed this picture before," I mutter, staring at the picture of a small meadow, a gentle stream running through the center of the trees, brushing against the wooden … thing… That lazed next to the crystal, clear waters. The thing in question was perhaps a strange chair? Or a 6 legged animal? There was no telling…
"No," Jeremiah responds. "It's just following us."
Following us? The non-living painting is following us? "Why would it do that?"
"It's curious about you of course."
Curious about me. That would explain why all of the damn tiles have been turning yellow behind me. For the first time in my life, I feel nervous about the concept of non-living items have minds of their own.
We make our way towards the basement floors of the structure, as far as I could tell. The steps seem far less than they did going up. I have decided, after 3 minutes of trying to understand, that there is simply no point and I should just follow whatever Jeremiah tells me to do and ignore the … things...around me.
The basement is no different than the higher floors. The ceiling is still pretty far from the ground, unreachable even if I were to jump with my hands outstretched. There are several black, sofa-like chairs all in groups of four, facing away from each other. On the wall is a clock as far as I can tell, although the symbols on it are not of Earth and there are only two doors in the entire foot-ball stadium sized room. One we came in and one I'm sure we'd have to walk through.
I follow the Orange into the long hallway, moving down and noticing only the distant flicker of candles. The yellow tiles had stopped following me and I don't know whether I should be grateful or terrified. Near the end, if the candles are the end, Is a single desk with a young woman sitting behind it, her hair tied into several, tight braids. The loose red ends stick out and her vibrant green eyes contrast almost viciously to the hair. Her skin is dark, almost blending in with the surroundings and I'm sure had it not been for the previous two characteristics, I would have run right into her.
"This man needs an Identification Code," Jeremiah explains to the woman and she nods as if having been expecting me. She probably had been. The damn tiles probably betrayed me! What in the world are you thinking, Suzaku?
"Issuer or Dependent?" She asks quietly, one of her eyes beginning to glow red. Geass…
"Dependent," Jeremiah responds without a single thought. I find it better to ignore all of the details of this world. Perhaps someday it will all make sense?
She nods, holding out a pen like object and I move to take it. But before I can fully grasp it, she takes hold of my wrist in what I can only figure Hercules' grip felt like. "What are you doing?" I hiss on instinct, trying to pull away.
"Your code." She replies shortly, obviously not bothered by my struggle. There would be no point to fighting this now. She already had me. Seeing the tip of the pen pierce my wrist though, I scowl viciously and turn away, trying to ignore it. Nobody ever said anything about a damn tattoo!
The process of receiving this tattoo I still haven't dared to look at, took nearly five minutes, and I secretly vowed to myself that somebody… I don't know who… but somebody would pay dearly for it. Holding my wrist tightly to stop the bleeding, I stare at Jeremiah and wonder how badly I could get him with reminders of the past. Probably not well enough. Maybe CC or Mesh?
"Where are we going now?" I press, staring at him and trying my hardest to ignore my now aching wrist. We enter back into the room with all of the chairs and the yellow tiles swirl around me happily, welcoming me back from the hallway of darkness and pain. I've almost come to think of them as a dog… What?
"To sign you up of course." He responds shortly.
Sign me up… for battle… to become his body guard…
Suddenly, Jeremiah's arm is extended before me and I flat out run into him. I had been busy watching my yellow tiles cower and bright purple tiles, swirling with darker clouds take over the territory. Was it someone else's personal sign? Looking up, I see two bodies moving towards us and my heart picks up rapidly.
One stands before the smaller one, a mask pasted to his face almost like a fire fighter's but with wings attached to the side. His muscle build seems almost inhuman and although his chest is covered by tight, thin black material, the muscles bulged heavily beneath. To be completely honest… it strikes a little fear into me. Was this Mesh? And if so… did that mean that the one behind him was L.L.?
The one called L.L. spotted me but continued to move. My feet on the other hand, were literally melding into the ground…. No seriously. Both of my feet were now below the surface and Mesh was in my face before I could get a good look at the one he was doing a pretty damn good job of protecting.
"Who the hell are you?" Mesh growls viciously into my face and I have no clue how to respond.
"I'm…" looking down at my wrist, I mutter softly, "SK0710…?"
I can only imagine what kind of reaction the man behind the mask holds. What would those numbers even mean to him? Would he be able to tell that I'm new? Would he be able to tell I intend to fight him? Do I even intend to fight him still? I didn't stand a chance…
"You're new here?" came a softer voice, deep and drawing and my attention snaps to it, mind spinning practically out of control. L.L. steps around Mesh, his hair draped over his shoulders. His face is thin and pale, glowing like the full moon and his eyes are a both infiltrated with geass, although I could only imagine them to be purple, dark but with bright tints of Iris. His hair is silky and long, waterfalling to mid back and reflecting all sources of light around us. His outfit closely resembles the Ashford academy male's uniform but with more decoration around the collar. Around his waist is a larger, lighter-colored belt and his hands are covered in delicate, silk white gloves. Attached to his left shoulder, a long, half cape draped close to the floor, displaying the symbol for geass.
He didn't look any different than the day he died…
"Le-" I begin but Jeremiah cuts me off.
"Yes. SK0710 just arrived last night."
I can't help but stare at him… my heart's pretty much died happily and I can rest peacefully… no this is my chance… this is L.L. … v_v Lelouch Lamperouge…. What the hell…. And this… is his body guard, Mesh.
"Welcome," he smiles, taking another step forward and I look into his eyes for a moment. He recognizes me, even though I'm five years older… Did he even age at all? He still seems like the 19 year old I last saw…. "Do you intend to stay long?"
Was that an invitation? Or was it just formalities? My heart's fluttering like crazy and I'm sure everyone can hear it. Am I blushing? Am I that damn obvious! "I…" I look down, thinking for a second before looking back up and smirking. "I'm going to become your body guard, L.L. I swear it!"
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