Seventh Movement : Promises

Who know where promises and power lead someone ?

When one lost the one he did all to hold a promise

When one lost the one he had a promise to hold

I managed to lost both together, so now world answer me.

Who could overcome my despair ?

Who could protect my reason ?

Who will protect this world from myself ?

- ?.?. 21XX -


Awakening, Day 10 - 7h37

At some point it seemed he went from a half-thinking, half-sleeping state to a deep restorative sleep. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times. Faint rays of light pierced the tree's branches and illuminated the stopped black car. The forest was silent, undisturbed by their presence. He turned his head as he caught something moving at the corner of his eye, the squirrel instantly ran into the tree and disappeared between the leaves.

Then he noticed the soft weight on his chest, his accomplice asleep in the passenger seat with him. A blush came over his face as he noticed his two own hands around her, one circling around her waist while the other was trapped in her long black hairs. In a way he felt sad seeing the unusual color. Green suited the woman better like green suited the calm forest around them. He smiled at ease, a moment of peace away from the rest of the world. His hand moved slowly, caressing the perfect hairs it was trapped in.

When was the last time he felt so content, drowned in a quiet silence only broken by their breath ?

He searched when, searching through the different lives his existence lived. He did have some moments were he had been happy, some instants when there was nothing but calm. The innocence of playing with his family when he was a child. After that there wasn't any where he attained that innocence, his mother's death stained it. Always he had dark thoughts within him, thoughts of hate, revenge and destruction. Yet maybe he did had others moments, the rare days his mind wasn't overwhelmed between managing his multiple-faced life. Yes those moment at night, when all was asleep and he was like now. Alone when during the night when no-one would disturb him, no-one to bother him while he listened to her breath, while he watched her face lifted of the dull impassibility that was her mask whenever she was awake.

A soft sound escaped the woman's lips, her arms clenching tighter around his neck. Their eyes met, golden ones into red ones.

The woman looked into his eyes now devoid of the purple color, a sad lost to his handsome look. Her black hairs and his red eyes corrupted in two different ways, perhaps those changes were the only physical difference in their immortal bodies. The only difference since their parting two years ago, so much happened back then.

Looking into those inhuman eyes she knew too well, she could feel him following her thoughts among the path that led them together. All those choices that implied an incalculable numbers of others people's paths. The path finally, that led them here, in this passing moment of silence and emotion.

His hand moved, slowly running up through her back accompanied by hundred of her hairs. It sent a pleasant chill ran over her spine, only intensifying as it passed her neck like a sweet torture. It reached her cheek, locks of hair falling one by one.

His eyes as her owns were dazing into the other eyes, both lost in each other, lost in the moment. Perhaps it was the tension of the last days that lighted their mind, perhaps it was the need of someone to lean on. At the moment it didn't mattered.

Simultaneously they reduced the distance between their faces taking noiseless yet deep breaths. Then their lips met, as a seal.

"It's a promise." He whispered as they parted, his voice barely audible even with the faint distance between them.

"Yes." She whispered back, mixed feelings assailing her. A promise, a wishful promise renewed as an apology to the one he broke with her. And yet how could he manage to hold it, how could they, her the immortal girl only remain of long-gone ages, and him a too mature boy whose hands were soaked with the blood and sins of thousand ?

Her whose true wish was to be loved, him who true nature was to love ?

Her who was destroyed by thousand years of existence, him who destroyed a world in a mere moment ?

It was an impossible conciliation of two opposites. They both felt it, their lips still hot even after parting. Still hot and yet the magic of the moment was broken. She felt against the despair that came when happiness escaped her like grains of salt, irritating the hand trying to hold them. He must have felt it too as his eyes narrowed and his face darkened. He made a foolish promise and yet he knew how much he putted into that promise, the only promise he had failed to hold while going to his death. And yet he didn't knew if he could really hold his promise, who was he ? A destructor who used many masks and many deception, a murderer who took the future of many beings in order to fulfill his goals.

He hadn't lived an instant compared to the woman he made a promise with but in that less than instant he did many many things but none that would assure him to hold this promise.

Slowly she parted from him, regaining her seat. Trying to burn the fading moment into her mind and yet fearing it would become another memory hurting her.

She putted the key on the engine, breaking loudly the silence. She maneuvered to get them back on the road, with her gaze still unfixed. "It's a promise." He repeated, his voice faint but full of seriousness. Looking by his window he didn't see her glance at him. He wanted to avoid her gaze.

"Yes..." She felt her heart race, one moment she even feared the sound of the engine wouldn't be enough to cover it. They stood to a stop at the road while she glared at the man whose head was still turned toward the window. Then she pressed the accelerator and continued in a voice mixed of sensuality and yet apprehension. "...Lelouch."


Awakening, Day 10 - 10h20

"Amazing, Zero was right !" A team of both Black knights and britannien soldiers gasped their admiration as they extracted a cynlindric object from a ruined underground base.

"It's a relief we got this last Freya back."

"Yes." The mask answer was blunt and yet distant. Not sounding the least joyous after recovering the stolen Freya from the Lancelot, the only one and last existing in the world.

"Something on your mind ?" His second in command Ashura didn't got an answer, Zero only glanced at the ruined surrounding before walking toward their airship. "His speaking is getting worse every day." He sighed then looked too at the ruins around, it was strange how the base had been destroyed. Zero led them there but the base was already destroyed when they arrived. "but the corpses are barely a week old..." The manner of destruction was curious too.

"Ashura ! we got news !" he turned to wait one of his lieutenant, one of the rare one that accepted a full time work around the world. He stopped then took a breath, visibly a bit out of breath.

"I didn't thought a little run could tire you." commented Ashura a bit worried by the unusable display.

"The thing that caused the destruction here, it's similar. No, it's exactly the same method."

"As what ?"

"Demon." The word was whispered, a one that had too much meaning lately. Ashura bit his inferior lip, complication were coming all at the same time.

"Let's inform Zero." thought seeing how he had glanced at the ruins, perhaps he already knew what was the responsible of the destruction of about twenty knightmares and over fifty people sent to an early grave. But yet it was a rebel base of nostalgics, the ones wanting the noblesse system back in place. But Demon attacked in town too... what could he seek ?

Zero watched from the shadows as his subordinates charged the destructive yet small machine that was the Freya.

He wondered once again, wondered how things turned so unclear. Why every time he believed in something it was proved wrong. His stolen memories were always just fractions of the original, little pieces leaving large voids. Those voids like proof that he wasn't the "real" person. Like a shape-shifter in the legend he didn't remember what his first body looked like.

He checked the door's lock and then walked to the mirror, only thing of luxury in that room where lived one of the master of the World. The masked man grabbed the mask and dramatically removed it. The mask incarnating Zero fell to the floor, discarded on the hard metallic ground.

In the mirror he could see his face, a young Japanese that wasn't even twenty. A face that few people expected under the mask, few because some had doubts. Yet those thoughts were obsolete, the face was still the same but the person inside was different. Kurugi Suzaku was already dead. The man slowly passed one of his gloved hand over his face. Even him who hold his body and part of his memory couldn't define exactly the Japanese.

Lancelot, that was what came to his mind. The frame defined the man the best, served the king-emperor and betrayed him in the end until he retired from the world. Yet even Lancelot hadn't done "some" things that the Japanese did. He shook his head, the white reaper was only secondary to the other true leader. Zero, Zero and Lelouch vi Britannia. Two people that were the same person. The reasons all the chaos, all the hate that this man created were beyond him. People only see things compared to their own little world. That was what he, Galael, was.

A prince he was educated to respect as part of Royal family and a fearful rebel "man of miracle" he hated.

Hate was stronger than respect, a contradiction with how his relation with "master" was. The ageless young-boy had also been the object of his hatred. The owner of absolute possession had been feared by that man, V.V, because of his power and intelligence. Galael could have disappeared from the organisation on a whim and never be found. How could you find someone who can take the place of anyone and live its life ? Yes, V.V feared Galael because he could have betrayed him without the fear of punishment.

Yet or perhaps thank to that power, "Master" hadn't mistreated him more than the others. He used more sweet venom with words and told him as little as possible, just in case he had truly rebelled against "Master".

However the Order wasn't just "Master", it was a whole village, a community where the "blessed" with Geass could gather to rule the underworld. Or so their ego thought, V.V was the true ruler of that underworld along with the late 99th emperor. Galael understood that but preferred to stay in the comfortable place where he was used as a tool and experimented on.

"You're a coward" Kael told him as he escaped the order making him the first deserter, later followed by Rolo another user of the Order. He glanced where the machine should now be, he had intended to use it as a mean of dissuasion against the Union when he allied with the now destroyed faction. Now it was a last resort against Him. Or so he tried to persuade himself, and yet...

There was something wrong with 'Demon', the late emperor, his enemy or whatever name he used for him. Something he hadn't realized when he leaded Him to Zero. He thought so much about revenge and that it was His goal that he didn't looked properly at the power before him.

How much would Kael laugh at him for shaking before a broken power. Yes that power was broken in a twisted way that he couldn't define. Why was he so frightened against it ?

"You're a coward."

Maybe he really was.


/Awakening, Day 10 - 11h17

Todo kept walking, forcing himself to avoid reducing his pace. Again why was he here in Britannia ? He sighed as he, of course, knew. One fact that some people forgot was how much historic, sacred and precious both spiritually and materially relics or items had been stolen in the countries invaded by Britannia.

Of course Britannia mainly crushed the culture of the countries invaded, but contrary to language, items could be sold at a good price. A lot of nobles had bought those at ridiculous prices. How ironic was it that those nobles saved more cultural relics than the rebels and the natives. Ironic indeed that monetary value protected a lot better than others more sentimental values.

Now was the problem of getting them back in their original countries. The reactions at those demands were varied but like anyone could expect from (ex)nobles with britannien education, none of them accepted them to give the relics without compensation. The fact that they had lose their status both helped and obstructed his work, it was easier to make them part with it but they still asked ridiculous amount of money saying they paid the items at those prices.

The worse of it was that some items had been sold ridiculously cheap sometime a thousand time less expensive than the real value, but on other hands some cheap items with no historical value whatsoever had been sold for price that would surely make every last financier in the world wince.

Some refused, some accepted, some asked for curious... compensation. One even proposed to exchange one important relic with a night with Chiba which of course provoked an enormous chaos, the fact that this ex-noble was a woman was like oil on fire. Luckily the relic, a katana, was still in one piece after Chiba transformed half the house into a battlefield.

And Tohdoh had only been able to watch while the woman got her night with Chiba. The road of the samurai was a difficult one indeed.

Todo breathed deeply as he entered the house of his last to date objective. Just over a hundred items to get back from this man...


/Awakening, Day 10 - 11h20

"I'm tired." complained the black-haired woman.

"We found it rather quickly." The two accomplices looked at the hotel, a large and luxurious one. The boy making sure his sunglass and hat were correctly concealing his face.

"I wanna a bed."

"You'll have the time to rest don't worry." They entered the hotel, the disguised immortal leading with his accomplice following behind. He leaned on the deck, smiling as he looked at the male attendant. "One chamber, three nights." The attendant looked at them and got out his book, a conniving smile appearing on his face.

"A discrete room for you and your mistress then ?" The immortal stiffened but realized his attire made the attendant supposition very probable so he played along. "I wonder why I do really, she make my life so freaking hazardous." The attendant glanced at the golden-eyed woman then his smile grew even wider.

"Worth it ?" Suggested the man. The boy blinked behind his sunglass, then reminded himself that his world conquest was done thank to the witch's power.

"You have no idea." He finally answered and he signed the record book plus handed the money in advance.

It was only when they entered their room that the witch spoke. "You've no idea, huh ?" He ignored the teasing tone and turned to her while dropping his luggage on the large bed.

"Counting your worth it beyond my mental abilities, Oh my dear witch."

"Silly warlock." She said letting herself fall on the bed. He removed his disguise and smiled.

"Hum..." He turned to the witch who suddenly looked annoyed despite the fact that she was on a bed as soft as the emperor's one. (and they both could make the comparison)

"What is it ?" Golden orbs fixed him, trains of thoughts running behind them.

"Come." She said extending a arm toward him.

"Huh ?" He blinked again, surprised. "Why ?" And the witch made a face meaning she was clearly annoyed.

"Because of certain events I couldn't take my Cheese-kun with me." Again he blinked.

"You want me to be a plushy ?"

"Why not ? Not the first time you do." there was nothing to answer to that, no he had to answer !

"I'll correct then, do you want me to be a full-time plushy ?"

"You're vexing you know, you're my first contractor to prefer preparing rebellion than be hold be gentle arms."

"Whatever." He took a glass of water.

A instant passed as he drank. Then he spitted up the water and looked horrified at the woman.

"Wait. What did you do with my mother ?" He realized far too late he should have never said that, the wicked that appeared on her face and her golden eyes flashing were good proofs of that.

"Ooohh, we did many thing my little boya." She slowly advanced toward him, crawling on the bed. The immortal oddly found himself noticing she was less frightening with green hairs than black ones. Not that it would help him in the current situation. "For instance when we were together at night we would often do strenuous activities involving pillows." Her voice was as sensual as poison, not failing to make the boy as stiff as a stick. She got a hold of him and pulled him onto the bed then whispering in his ear. "And we removed our clothes before we were too hot when we did it on summer." The immortal boy felt sweat drop from his head while he searched in his (rare) teaching about religion a mantra to exorcise the unwanted images that the wicked witch distilled in him.

Once he was completely locked in her arms the witch let out a sigh then spoke in a voluntary detached tone of nostalgia. "Ah yes, those pillow fights were fun."

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Several moments later :

The merciless woman slept with a content smile, her arms still locked on the boy frozen by shock.

"Pillow fights... naked ?" He pronounced in a dazed state.

Later that day, the immortal male would curse his mother, the witch and a certain school president who had to have made an oath of making his life miserable.


Author Note : The idea of pillow fight N**** is actually an idea inspired from anartwork, it felt just too good not to use to persecute our poor representative of the masculine condition (boys, let's revolt against wicked woman !)

At this point I wondered, it was a good moment to stop and was over 3k, do you think I should have made the chapter longer ? Ensue a little Questionnaire :

1) do you think chapter is long enough ? 2) Should I make less, more or keep as it's the humor ? 3) Did anyone get a thing from last chapter Code theory ? 4) Where do you think this story is going ?

5) Do you like where this story is going ?

Also sorry if I took some time posting but alas exams are coming which drain my time. Also I'm writing the second part of the trilogy (cf : my profile).