Yeah. HI. So, I don't have any pairings. You can comment if you want any.
"That's what I'm here for," Kallen proclaims, pinching the brim of her hat, and lifting it slightly. She jerks the wheel to the left, only for her brother to quickly reach towards the control panel.
"Kallen, shit, stop!" Startled, Kallen doesn't automatically brake, rather, upon seeing the reckless kid who stumbles onto the road, in the path she's taking, she yanks the wheel to the right, causing the whole truck with the stolen shipment to quickly lurch sideways, nearly tipping over, drawing a string of swears out of Naoto's parted lips. She swallows a scream as the truck lumbers in the said direction, narrowly avoiding the dog. However, the large vehicle doesn't stop as it hit the road signs, and instead, the truck flips straight off the cliff. "Kallen!" The said girl screams, as her brother follows her example, as the truck flies through the air after falling off the cliff when she veered off course. Her hat topples off as the truck does multiple somersaults, and she clutches the leather belt that straps against her chest for safety, slamming the temple of her head against the dashboard of the truck, as darkness engulfs her.
"N-Naoto?" the throbbing pain is what forces her out of unconsciousness. Blearily gazing through her bobbing vision, something warm and wet trickling down the side of her face, gluing her eyelashes together. She forces her eyelids apart, blinking rapidly to focus her vision, only to nearly have a heartattack. The window of the truck shattered, sending loose fragments of glass still dangling from the remainder of the windowpane around the vehicle's window frame. The top of a tree has puncture straight through the truck's roof after entering through the broken window. The truck is basically stabbed vertically through the tree, like a popsicle stick. And she's currently in the truck, staring downwards, and if she falls out of her seat, and through the shattered window, she'll face plant onto the ground.
She could've fallen right out the window, and down the tree, dying the moment she comes in contact with the ground. And the only thing that's preventing her from doing just that...is her seatbelt. At that thought, she fists the leather strap, and fearful that she might slide out of the belt, she plants her feet against the car's dashboard, propping herself upwards.
The car creaks downwards, and she shamefully emits a high-pitched yelp, trembling. "Naoto?" she slowly cranes her head over, fearful that if she inclines her head too sharply or fast, it'll cause the truck to go crashing down. A limp body is belted in beside her, and fear consumes her. Even the mental fear that her brother might be dead, is even more painful than the pulsing of her head. She flinches at that thought-she definitely slammed her head against something. Noting the crusty dried, crimson blood splattered in one spot of the plastic steering wheel implies that there's the target where her forehead decided to smack against. "Naoto!" she screeches, her voice ricocheting in the air, dying out. It doesn't stir the boy.
He could be just unconscious, she thinks nervously, disregarding the option that he simply could be dead. She juts her sore leg out forward, before shifting slightly to the right, cringing as the truck creaks as she shifts her momentum, and she prods her brother's side with the tip of her boots. Then, losing patience, she just kicks him. His head flies up for a second-only a glimpse she caught, and yet, that dreaded feeling that stirred in her stomach causes bile to lump itself in her throat. She swallows the said lump, the remains scalding the back of her throat.
She saw it. She saw a glass shard, jutting straight out her brother's forward, blood staining the clear fragment. Scorching tears streak down her visage. Her brother's dead. And it's because she decided to dumbly steer the truck to the left, off the cliff. And now, her brother's dead by glass shard. With fumbling fingers, her body trembling from fear and shock, her mind still fuzzy and her head painful and throbbing, she unlatches the belt, yelping as she nearly falls straight forward, and down. Instead, she climbs back, and over her seat. She cranks the door that separates the passenger and driver's seat from the cargo in the back, revealing the supposedly toxic gas filled in a container. The contain, bolted to the floor [just go with it], is cracked open. She gasps, however, she's unable to scrabble towards it, as the whole truck's angle refuses to allow her to break physics and just walk up to it and study it. Where's the gas? Did it escape into the surrounding woods? Never mind that.
Her first mission is to get off the freaking truck. However, with her uncooperative body strength that's weakened from the fall, and her traumatized state, she's unsure if she can actually scale down the tree-if she can actually exit the vertical angled truck first-without falling, which would honestly be a miracle, she's unsure whether or not this can be accomplished. However, she has to try. She glares upwards. Scarlet, yellow and darker hues of those colors along with black highlight the sky. It's definitely going to get dark soon, and she doesn't want to be trapped in the forest in the dark.
Wait, no, there's a simple solution. She rifles on the ground, ignoring the small fragments of glass from the shattered window pane, only to retrieve a snapped, severed cord. Okay, no, there's no radio to contact Ohgi. This is just getting better, she thinks dryly, her temper and impatience-along with an abundant amount of concern-flares inside of her. Fine. Guess she has to follow her original plan.
Don't you freaking let go, Kallen chides herself as she inhales sharply and respires slowly. After having her jacket snagged and her stomach grazed by the glass that hadn't broken off the bottom of the truck's main window frame, and basically having millions of heart-attacks, she finally crawled onto the thick bark of the tree, latching on for dear life. Finally, she slowly lowers herself onto a branch sprout. She glances down. Oh God. She's really, reallyhigh up. This is going to be a long day.
The moment her feet hit the ground, she literally doubles over, the frigid air swirling around her. She peers upwards, to see the metal truck, almost the size of her palm because of the distance between her and the vehicle, and she ashen at the thought of climbing such heights. Well, there's definitely no way to find her way back up the cliff. Not in the dark at least. It took her the remainder of the evening to scale down the tree.
She slowly trudges through the woods, the darkness strengthening her panorama. The only sound other than the common rustle are her boots crunching against the crisp leaves that littered the moist ground. She exhales loudly, as though the sound of her voice could calm her. It sadly doesn't. Then, a towering building, which she had overlooked as it blended in with the vegetation and background, the dim lighting obscuring the building from her view. Relief, which only appeared twice-the first time when she finally clambered down the tall tree, and the second time, now, as the building takes shape. Giddy from excitement, she runs towards the building, not even hesitating, until finally, she slows down. Maybe inside of the building there's a cellular device which she can call one Ohgi from.
She slowly circles the building, before finding the actual door, which was hard in the darkness with only the clouded moon to deliver light, and also because the door had the same, grayish, slightly rusted hue as the rest of the building. The cold, steel doorknob is bolted lower on the door. She jiggles it. Locked, well, of course. She peers upwards. There it is. Attached to the building's wall, above the door frame is a security camera. So this place is inhabited. She raps her knuckles on the door, and judging by the way it rattles, it's clearly flimsy, yet, she doesn't suspect that it's still highly strong, despite the way it rattles.
"Hello?" Kallen chokes, her voice wheezing from the lack of use. Finally, the door opens, revealing a towering man, armed. Oh. A soldier. "Uh, hello, I got lost in the woods," she begins, acting as though she's weak and frail, the normal guise she uses at the school her brother forced for her to attend. Her brother. She disregards that thought.
"Ugh, girl, how'd you get down here?" the man scoffs. "You know a green-haired girl?" Kallen blinks, her eyebrows scrunching together. Green haired girl? "Judging by your expression, no. Well, come in," he sighs, as though tired by her presence. Slightly bristling from his rude welcome, she storms in, slamming the door behind her, however, she doesn't want to seem ungrateful. "So lemme guess, you need to stay here for the night?"
"Oh, actually, I have some relatives, who I'm sure can come pick me up," she reassures. "May I borrow your phone?"
"Yeah, we have one in the office," he nods, and with an inclination of his head, he implies for her to follow. They walk through a door, before entering a rather organized and pristine room, which seems out of place in such a grimy, awkwardly located place.
Wait. Why is this building here? She rolls her eyes. Britannians. Complete idiots. "So what is this place?" However, if this place was meant to be hidden, why is it so close to town? Or maybe she is deep in the woods-she can't really tell. Maybe they are hidden inside the depths of the forest, which would suck for her. She doesn't have any calculations on their location.
"Here," thanking him, Kallen punches in the numbers into the device, waiting for someone on the other end to pick up. A crackle from the other end causes Kallen to grab the slender handle of the corded phone with both hands, excitement causing them to tremble.
"Hello?"
"Tamaki!" She never thought she'd be bubbling with such animated feelings as the usually drunk member answers her call.
"Do you have any terms?"
"Only a favor. One favor." The girl responds in a dry tone. Ciel, beside him, his eyes dilated yet narrowed in distrust, stares at the girl who suddenly appeared in their receptacle. "Other than that, if you choose to accept, you'll receive such powers beyond human capabilities." she explains. Lelouch turns to Ciel, who seems to lose interest.
"I accept." Lelouch breathes. The girl nods, and then sits down, cross-legged in front of them. "Is that it?"
"Yes. That is all. All you have to do is look in the eye of a person, and see what happens. It's different for every user. The power is always changing." she begins, her tone remaining expressionless. "What is it that you wish to accomplish? It takes much courage to accept."
"I will kill him. I'll have Schneizel's head in my hands. It's all his fault that I'm here." Lelouch grinds his teeth together. The anger within him that was once extinguished after the time in his cell, is now reignited at the thought of his dear. Older. Brother.
"And you, boy, why are you here?"
"My name is Ciel." he replies in a bitter, yet uncaring tone. "I'm here because..." Ciel's head snaps upwards. "I just am." he replies nastily. The slender female doesn't reply. "Why are you wearing a straightjacket?"
"Clovis decided that it was the best to keep me restrained this way." Clovis. Lelouch might not hold much hatred against his blonde brother, but over the years, his mind manipulated him into hating all Britannians. Britannia will burn.
"Whoa, hey, girl, what are you doing in here?" A voice alarms the three of them, and a soldier that entered the room, comes towards them.
"You!" Lelouch stares up, his eyes widening as he claps eyes with the soldier. "I command you to free us, and shoot any other soldiers in the way!"
"Yes sir!" Lelouch snickers as the bullets the soldiers fired easily shatters the corroded shackles that restrained him and Ciel.
Britannia will feel his wrath.
I ended that on a cheesy note. Why?
Because I felt like it.
Lel. I usually hate cliches though.