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I know I've been gone for so long
You're welcome. [I know you're willing to kill me. I procrastinate. I'm sorry.]
"Oh, that was my friend." Lelouch explains hurriedly. He's aware that if he christens Kallen by her name in public, she'll probably be swarmed with even more people than she probably is right now. And that'll result with her punching him the next chance they meet. So instead, he sticks with leaving her name in the shadow. "She's...not the the type you mess with," he explains.
"Ah, and who's this mysterious lady?" Lelouch inwardly groans. In complete honesty, within these past two days, he's ready to scream out all his frustration. He knows that pretty soon, if he's not cautious with his words, such as being too vague, or stammering, rumors will eat him alive. And he's not the type to disregard gossip that floats around him. "Who is she anyways? Nobody gotten a picture of her, from eye-witnesses, she has pink hair and blue eyes."
"She's my friend's girlfriend," Lelouch's visage twitches, flinching slightly, as if he can feel the bruise that Kallen will probably give him for saying that. However, there's no way he's sacrificing himself for her, well, not in this situation at the least. His strawberry-pink haired friend will probably also bury him six-feet underground. Ah, at least Shirley will be there to bury him up and drag him out of the hellhole that Kallen will be sure to place him in.
"Is that so?" Reid laughs. Lelouch nods tightly. While this subject isn't any better, he's willing to answer this rather than return to the topic about his younger sister. It didn't take much effort to make it seem as though he really misses Nunnally, because in reality, he actually does.
For a whole minute, Milly didn't reply, and Lelouch's concern grows as he wonders if his friend cuts off. After all, he's rather lonely, when she first heard Milly's voice when she picked up on the other end, it caused relief to automatically smooth over his worries, despite her technically starting all of this. But really, anxiety is beginning to wear him down, as panorama of always being watched, unable to do his things without others observing him underneath a vague gaze, he really needed comfort. So he called Milly, despite the risk of people listening in. Actually, no, it's not even a risk, it's a fact. So he keeps his words vague, being sure to only drop hints of wanting to come back rather than actually discussing it aloud.
"You know," the familiar voice finally replies, exhausting Lelouch's frustration. "There's this date...just in two weeks, the School Festival is coming, wanna come? We're planning to create a giant pizza," her voice is animated and joyful as usual. Lelouch chuckles lightly. "You coming?" a hopeful voice questions.
"I'll be sure to clear everything on my schedule, trust me," Lelouch knows how reckless it is to make such a promise, but he does anyways. "I'll be there." he vows. How cruel, if a special meeting was to pop up at the exact same day the School Festival is taking place. It'll mean he has to miss the event.
Oh well, he never cared for meetings anyways.
The girl seemingly fell out of the sky. This was...highly unexpected. However, he greets the girl with a smile, as this 'Euphie' begins to drag him around the entire city, pausing every once in awhile to greet random civilians or staring longingly at the birds, and at which she'd hold out her finger rigidly, only to be disappointed as the bird refuses to land on her gloved finger and flutters off-only to bounce back to her bubbly aura once more. As the girl continues to skip along the roads, every once in a while, she'd push up her tinted glasses, before dashing off with a hand on her hat ahead, to wait for Suzaku to follow her.
What an interesting day.
[Are we going to skip the episode of 'Attack on Cornelia', why, because I'm lazy and really want to write this part.] [I am also aware that in the episode, it didn't really go like this, but oh well, this is my story, so I'm going to fudge a lot of things].
Devising this strategy last minute, he orders for his team to rush towards the building. HIs friends, the ones that are close enough for one to call them family, are trapped in there. Cornelia may try and save the overrun building, but he knows his sister. While passionate and fierce, she's too rash-one of those think before she acts, people. So instead, he forms his own plan to try and recover the taken building.
He scoffs, spitting to the side, disregarding how improper and disgusting it is for him to do so. How arrogant of those terrorists. There's no pride in taking over a hotel building without any other motivation or intention behind doing so. Are they that weak that they feel successful in managing to take over a school building? Or are they just plain jealous of his stand? If the latter is true, then Lelouch is ready to label them as childish.
How pathetic.
"Q1, don't lose sight," he snaps into the walkie-talkie, not expecting a response, but the said woman replies through the speaker, her voice fuzzy and crackling, feeble over the loud surroundings he's located in.
"Got it."
Lelouch sighs, actually rather calm about this. After all, Kallen, while she does dislike Britannians, he can tell, he can see how the others had soften her, how she actually grown to like the student council despite her morals saying otherwise. So he trusts her in having the desperation and persistence to try and save her classmates. Everything's going well. Until they reveal that trapped within their building-is Princess Euphemia. He mentally slams his forehead against the dashboard of the Knightmare he's placed within.
Is she frightened? Severely. However, she cannot allow them to harm the classmates, especially the trembling, younger girl she stood up for. She fists her hands, gnawing her bottom lip out of nervousness. It'll be fine. Cornelia will come after her, she's sure of it-her older sister will always be there for her. At that small reassuring, firm thought, she's able to feel slightly at peace. Until the door of the room she's locked within rattles, the doorknob jiggling. She stiffens, her reassurance gone. What will these awful men do? Then, startling her, who enters the room was not the one she expects. "You're Zero, are you not?" she closes her mouth automatically as she realizes she's gawking-it's rude to gaze with such an expression, her sister informed her once when they were younger, when she was staring at one of their father's friends, who wore such a ridiculous, large floppy hat, that she couldn't help but stare.
"So you do know me." he takes a step in, and at that, she feels intimidated. She holds her ground, however, crumpling her lavender dress in her hands. She releases the material, however, not wanting to alert the man that she's feeling rather fearful of him at this point. "You know, I'm really glad you haven't changed at all, Euphemia." he murmurs unexpectedly, and she recoils in her seat. "Now, get out of his building, it'll submerge pretty soon." And just like that, the mysterious man disappears, and Euphemia unconsciously follows him out of the room, only for her focus to return automatically, her breath hitching her lungs, as it seemingly clogs down her vocal cords, emitting a slight, feeble squeak. Rows of men crumpled on the ground, with large puddles of crimson forming underneath them, and it doesn't seem as though they're not stopping at that size, as the pools continue to expand, in other words, they've been killed recently. She whimpers, and Zero rounds to her, stopping. "They suicided, after all, this was a pointless ordeal," and he continues, tracking firm footprints of red as he walks sturdily over the scarlet puddles without hesitation. Euphemia slowly hitches her skirt upwards, being sure to keep it below her ankles however, as she doesn't want anything of hers to be stained with the blood of people. It's not out of her wanting her clothes pristine and clean, it's that she doesn't want to ever wear this attire again, only to be reminded that one day, she had to wash off the blood of dead people. She's not a wasteful person, but she's definitely disposing of these shoes, despite them being one of her favorite pairs. But she knows that she cannot wear these shoes without her mind tracing back to this day.
"We are the Black Knights, and we fight for justice!" he finishes his sentence, aware of being broadcasted live. This is definitely much more comfortable than him being trapped in a room while having a discussion with Diethard.
Yes, being broadcasted and known right now, for being a terrorist with actual morals, saving a group of kids, while saving a Tokyo settlement with two princess currently at the scene with helicopters swirling above him, with the said settlement currently sinking down into the ground, yes, this is definitely much more in his range of comfort; instead of being in a stuffy, protected room, having a nice, light-hearted conversation with a well-known Britannian, being interrogated kindly.
Euphemia has been placing a lot of thought into this. Lelouch, the unsuspecting brother who calmly holds discussions with her and is patient while trying to teach her chess, she's ready to label him as the infamous terrorist. Her throat goes dry at the thought of Lelouch being Zero. It can't be, could it? After all, his words seemed out of place for a supposed man who has no personal relationship with her. And for Lelouch to be suddenly found, and seemingly disgruntled at actually being discovered, could it be because it's just being another obstacle of his goal? And could this goal be being Zero? Euphemia is actually rather conscious of what people say she is. Just a tool used for marriage, so that she may connect rivalry territories, just a pretty airhead. She doesn't acknowledge what people whisper around her, they've even gotten so bold, believe she's so oblivious to their words, that they're willing to say it during parties even if she's nearby. She likes to believe that she's smarter than most would believe, and she's wondering if Lelouch would believe she's dumb enough to not put two and two together.
She knows her brother isn't the type to underestimate people, but she cannot blame him if she finds him harmless. As Lelouch slowly places the pawn forward, Euphemia is ready to confirm her suspicions. But not yet; after the naming of her knight.
Euphemia's frustrated about why Cornelia's reluctant of allowing a Japanese boy to become her knight. Thankfully, that was an hour ago, too short of a time period for Cornelia to continue to bicker with her or slyly change her idea or manipulate the names so that she may get another person. Staring into the young boy's jade eyes, she's sure that she chosen the right man.
"You promised!" The pitch is high enough for Lelouch to toss the phone out the window out of shock. "So, you're absolutely coming, right?" Milly's basically screaming at the other end of the call. Lelouch groans. Already, the news are claiming that Lelouch is going to appear at the Ashford School's little School Festival, which is definitely going to be a nuisance, but Milly must've taken that grunt as confirmation, as that is actually how he'd say 'yes' back then, when he was too stubborn to actually say any words other than an odd noise.
"Actually, I do have a meeting today." he says. The other line goes dead, and his lips twitches slightly, as Milly replies.
"Oh." He can almost envision Milly's happiness shattered. For a moment, he feels guilty. "Well, I guess you can't miss it, so go!"
"I hope you're aware that I have no intention in breaking promises," is all he says. "And by the way, I'm coming in a disguise." he adds, before placing the phone back into its spot, closing the call.
HAHAHHAH NEXT IS ABOUT THE SCHOOL FESTIVAL, AND THE EUPHEMIA BECOMING A MURDER THING
Of course, if you have other ideas on how you want this to go, just leave a review on how.
I know I'm skipping a lot of episodes, but nobody likes long fanfictions, so I'm going to kind of rush through this whole story. Of course, I'll be sure to keep things relatively close on the timeline. And also, I would've mentioned the Mao thing, but I have another idea for him. Trust me, besides, with Mao, there's this moment when he kidnapped Nunnally, which would be impossible at this point.