The paper smelled of C.C. Kallen placed it carefully in an air tight plastic before reading it again. Granted.
"I'm Sorry."
Kallen was angry, but not as much as she'd expected. And not entirely at C.C.
She broke the plastic seal and smelled C.C. again before quickly resealing it. She had to find her, but it would take more than that.
Kallen searched. It took months to be sure, perhaps a year, and she may never know how many hikers, how many passerby's, how many innocents, how many guilty, how many victims she created from her Geass. Eventually it ceased to bother her. The clutch in her chest, the shriek and cries, it all seemed to grow dimmer, fainter. It grew washed out until Kallen stopped noticing it at all.
Then she found it. Something inside her drew her there, in a hazy vague sense that she knew it was important.
Kallen had been there before, before she'd lost control of her Geass, before the last time she saw Lelouch. Perhaps not in person, of course, but she recognized the winged crest of Geass across the enormous gateway. She saw the skeletonized remains of a young boy along the entrance. He was wearing the clothes of Britannian royalty.
She climbed the steps. She seemed to enter another world.
Then she heard a scream, a cacophony of screams unlike any she'd ever heard. It was louder and more diverse than even the loss of the Black Knights. But it wasn't human.
Kallen couldn't describe what she saw. It was large an amorphous. It was shrill and awful. Its nightmare was coming to life. Its nightmare had a name.
"Ah," a masculine voice echoed.
Kallen looked and saw its shadowed figure. It was rare in that it held human shape, but it was brought forth from the fears of a dying god, that much Kallen could tell. With each moment it grew clearer and more refined. It was becoming more human. As Kallen's Geass grew in power, so too did the figure.
"What, what's going on?" its voice grew deep. Its skin paled. Kallen found she could recognize it for the person by whom it was inspired.
"Emperor Charles zi Britannia," Kallen gaped in disbelief.
The confusion didn't last long, but it was over quickly enough that it barely mattered. As soon as the Code became visible on the former Emperor's forehead, a mixture of hatred and greed, of desire and desperation pooled in Kallen's being. The Code was stolen and the Emperor blinked out of existence before he could so much as utter another question.
Six months later, C.C. was captive prisoner as Kallen drove her car. Though C.C. was a skilled warrior in her own right, she had nothing on the fiercely trained human weapon sitting besides her. Any restraints would have been formality, and as such neither cared to waste the time. Though, they certainly had time to spare.
"Where are we heading," C.C. spoke slowly, and sounded defeated, but there was a shred of warmth in her voice. She'd certainly been kidnapped under less agreeable circumstances.
"There's this beautiful, white immaculate house I built," Kallen said. "I think we should live there."
Whether it was part of an elaborate ploy to garner Kallen's trust, or instead out of genuine emotional desire, C.C. placed her hand over Kallen's.
"Kallen," C.C. whispered like a lover in her ear.
Kallen slowed the car slightly as she kissed her.
"Call me K.K."
A/N: Thank you for reading. And yes, the last line of the last chapter was written before the first line of the first.
I know it took a while, but I'm glad I finished it. Please R&R, and I hope to have a more active fanfiction life in the near future.