I just realized I crunched two episodes into that last part. Meh, fuck it.

Turn 2: Fuck-ups and Redheads

I shake my head slowly. "It would be so nice if so many of my siblings weren't such incompetent morons."

Clovis is coming out of it. "Le-le-Lelouch? But how? How did you survive?"

I cock an eyebrow up. "The war, or your Royal Guard?"

Clovis winces at the reminder. Still not sure what to do with him.

"I had absolutely no idea you were alive. That's why I engaged in such brutality against these Eleven scum. Because they killed you! ...oh god, what about little Nunnally?"

I sigh. "My sister is fine. No thanks to our former country." I pull him up by his lapels.

Clovis trembles at the fury in my eyes. "But I had nothing to do with—"

I interrupt him. "Do you think I care? You think I could ever forgive Britannia? You think I could forget what that man did to us?!"

Uh-oh. I'm losing myself to the anger. I hadn't realized just how big a Berserk Button this was for Lelouch. Okay, calm down. Breathe.

I let Clovis go, "Sorry. I've had an extraordinarily shitty day."

I look him in the eye. "I can't let you get away with this, Brother. What happened today in Shinjuku...what the hell, Clovis? Some of children killed here were younger than Nunnally!"

Breathe. I am not going to lose my composure over this. But it's so very tempting...

A gentle hand envelopes my own, tugging the gun to point away from Clovis. "Lelouch, stop." CC?

I turn to see her shaking her head and looking at Clovis coldly. "He isn't worth it."

I sigh and let a ragged breath loose. Goddammit. No matter what he's done...he's still my half-brother. And he blamed the Japanese for killing us.

But then...I don't have to kill him, do I? I could Geass him.

Hang on. This isn't my call.

"CC. His life is yours. You may spare it or end it as you please. If you wish me to use Geass on him, you need only ask," I lift her hand up, holding it tenderly with my own.

Her face lights up. And then an expression of pure malevolence blossoms. Oh holy shit, what the hell did you do to her, Clovis?

"Do you know what he did to me?" I shake my head, careful to keep any amusement off of my face.

"Drowning. Burning. Pulverizing my bones. Draining all of my blood. Vivisection. Slicing my muscle fibers off. Cutting me into pieces. Toxic gas. Acid baths. I woke up with my entire torso cut up and dissected on an autopsy table once."

She's trembling in rage. And frankly, Clovis just lost any sympathy I might have had for him.

I give him a hard look. "Why?"

He looks incredulously at me. "She's an immortal, Lelouch! Think of the medical advances! Think of the science! I wanted to use her to resurrect you and Nunnally!"

I look at him in sheer disbelief. "And what about the Japanese?" I whisper.

Clovis waves a hand in a dismissive manner. "What about them? They're only Elevens. We can go back to the homeland now and—!" I punch him in the face.

"CC. You have been wrongly, most cruelly. The right of first blood is yours. What is your judgment for the fate of this wretch?" I wipe the blood from his lip onto my own jaw.

Even with cold fury in her eyes...she's still gorgeous.

"I want him to know what my torment felt like."

I smile malefically. "I have something you'll enjoy, then."

Normally, I don't like torture. But sometimes... Some people don't deserve a clean death. And Lelouch is more vengeful than I am, in some ways.

My Geass flashes on. Ah. Clovis knows what's about to happen.

"Consider this a gift from CC. For all those fun times. Tear your skin off your face."

Clovis's eyes widen in terror even as my Geass activates.

"Yes, Your Highness." His voice is quiet. Neutral. The way his expression goes blank as he speaks that final line, I almost think that it sounds accepting of his fate.

His fingers dig in, drawing blood across his aristocratic features. The skin tearing as he claws at his cheeks.

CC is dumbstruck. "You did this for me?"

I nod, watching with a blank expression. "The only ones who should kill, are those prepared to be killed."

I always did like Lelouch's mottos.

I turn to my witch. "This is my baptism of fire and blood. And my proof of commitment to our contract. And I promise you this: whatever I can do to make you happy, you need only ask."

She strokes my cheek gently. "You strange, mad little boy." She hugs me tightly as Clovis rips the muscle fibers off his face, his eyes unblinking as they look outward from the wreck of his face. "Thank you."

I kiss her forehead. "I could not let him get away with what he did to you."

I have to admit, Clovis looks pretty terrible right now. Like something out of Hellraiser. Two blue eyes staring out from red flesh, cartilage and bone peeking out from under the bleeding tissue.

"May I show him mercy now?" I hold up my gun, aiming at his forehead.

She nods, tears coming down her face. "Yes. I'm satisfied."

*bang*

Turn 2.2 coming soon.