Mantineus-I got this idea from the music video "Comforting Sounds" by Mew.
And Whom do you want to be double penetrated, exactly? Suzaku? Rolo? Or Lelouch? You know who you are!XD Thank you all!!^_^
Ya might not like what I do with Jeremiah or Euphie. But I think it's kinda cool.
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Rolo walked down the hall towards the room that once held his parents; that now housed him and Lelouch. It was not long until he stopped in his tracks by the sound of old cogs and gears whirring into life.
"Rolo…," A voice said. Mechanical yet alive. "Where….Where…Am I?"
Rolo did not turn back around. It was not because he could not bare to see what was behind him. It was not of repulsion. It was of pride. The thing was not worth looking at. Never was.
"My house." Rolo said flatly.
"What…Am I doing here?" It asked.
"Rusting." Rolo said.
"Why…?" It asked, its voice appeared to spark with memories that came back.
"Because you were trouble."
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Jeremiah strode into the mansion, angry as the orange hornets and bees he kept as a hobby. He made his fortune by producing oranges in Florida. A big business venture there.
He was told at the police station of their suspicions. It did not bode well with his nephews.
"Rolo!" He shouted. "Lelouch! Get down here! I must speak with the both of you this instant!"
Both boys walked into the parlor. Both looking cold and distant towards him. Not the smiling faces from before. This only made him suspect that they were really right.
"Yes, Uncle." Lelouch asked, sounding cold.
"What is it you wish to speak with us about?" Rolo asked, sounding like a caricature of his usually happy, cheerful tone.
"The police think that you two have killed your mother, father, and sister." Jeremiah said, sounding grave.
Lelouch seemed taken aback.
"How could they think such a thing?" The elder sibling said.
"Yeah." Rolo said, sounding normal. "Why would we ever do such a thing?"
"That's what I want to know." Jeremiah said.
He turned his back for a few seconds and he was knocked out. He came to a minute later. Lelouch was above him, a surgeon's mask and gown covered him. That was when he felt the pain. The slice of a knife. An intrusion of a hand. The feel of dead weight being removed. The sight of a strand of intestine, some brown liquid seeping out of it. Jeremiah's eyes widened in pure fear.
"Welcome back, sleepy head." Lelouch said through the mask.
"What...What are you doing?" Jeremiah shouted.
"Just trying out something." Lelouch said, never ceasing his work. "You may want to go back to sleep, Uncle. If I were you, I wouldn't want to see this next part."
Jeremiah gulped as he noticed the gears and cogs sitting of a table next to his bed.
"Can't talk anymore, Uncle." Lelouch said. "I've taken out enough vital organs that you may die within an hour if you're not treated."
Jeremiah screamed(the nova cane wore off), as he felt his nephew quickly attach the gears, locking them in place. He felt a wire run through his spine, other wires being attached to outlets like the nerves coming off of the spinal cord.
Jeremiah's operation ended an hour later. His original parts being only his skin. His purpose was vague and almost unnecessary.
"Your purpose is to remain here to watch over me and Rolo." Lelouch explained as he took off his gloves. "Since you loved our mom…" Flashes his uncle an angry glare. "To the point you nearly broke my parent's marriage; you think that this is what she would have wanted."
The gears, cogs, and light bulbs span, flickered and glowed. Whizzing, whirring, and clicks were made within the construct of Lelouch's tinkering.
He was neither dead nor alive. Stuck between planes left to rust. Through time; his legs fell off, leaving him to use his hands, which fell off a month later. Leaving him as a rusting, immobile torso. Left to rot on a table in the hallway alone. Memories coming back.
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"Loving…Your mother…" Jeremiah said. "Was not trouble."
"Considering what happened; no." Rolo agreed. "Me and Lelouch were."
"The incestuous go to hell." Jeremiah said. "As well as those whom kill their parents."
Rolo smirked; remembering the time they did it in front of his brother's greatest toy.
"And what about other freaks of nature?" Rolo asked. "Do they burn, too?"
Jeremiah did not say a thing.
"And what of adulterers?" Rolo said. "Doesn't your book say something about them, too?"
"Leave your mother out of this." Jeremiah said, venom lacing his words.
Rolo chuckled:
"Leave religion out of your arguments, Uncle…. You will find that we can turn it against you." Rolo's lips tightened into a scoff of superiority. "Besides...My mother's adulterous acts were not what I was refering to. It was the fact that you were on to us."
"Why won't you face me?" Jeremiah said after a minute of silence.
Rolo scoffed:
"You're not worth my attention."
"Yet you stand there and waited for me to respond." Jeremiah said, sounding insane. "Is it that you're feeling guilty, Rolo?"
"No." Rolo said, turning around to face him, sounding sincere…Like he used to do with everyone.
"So now you face me." Jeremiah said. "Why now? Is it so you can try and persuade me of your clear conscious of me? Were you going to try and explain that there was nothing you could do to stop Lelouch?" The android laughed. "You really are pathetic, Rolo!"
Rolo took out a knife from his pocket, tensing; his body shaking.
"Gonna cry?" Jeremiah asked.
Rolo ran over to his uncle and sliced his forehead vertically, allowing him to open up the scalp. Inside was a metal dome with a latch. Rolo flicked the latch and lifted the metal dome, revealing the wires and circuits that were attached to the brain, making up the central nervous system. Rolo never noticed the smile Jeremiah was showing as his nephew plunged the knife into his brain.
But Jeremiah miscalculated. Though his brain was covered in stab wounds; his brain bleeding, running over the side of the cut, flowing like a waterfall onto his face. Covering his eyes in his sticky crimson liquid. He still lived. He could, though faintly, feel his lungs expand and contract and, his brain firing off any electricity through any wire that wasn't disconnected.
"I should leave you like this." Rolo said, baring none of his emotions as he spoke. Or maybe it was due to faulty brain activity that it sounded like that; the old anderoid could barely see, so he could not tell by Rolo's face.
"But even the worst parasite deserves mercy." The boy said, leaning down towards an electrical outlet in the wall. He pulled the plug.
Jeremiah could feel everything slow down. He was choking; his lungs remained empty. His heart stopped pumping. And whatever was left of his brain had gone, too. His blurry world turned dark.
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"I'm sorry, brother." Rolo said, looking truly sorry…Which he actually was. "But I just killed your toy."
Both boys were in the library. It was large with red curtians, redwood finished shelves. A bust of Aristotel and Newton sat on seperate shelves. A big globe sat in its circular stand encased by flimsy pieces of wood used to mark the longitudes and latitudes. Lelouch sat in a comfy chair as his younger brother stood before him confessing his crime.
Lelouch looked up from his book, barely interested.
"That's okay, Rolo." Lelouch said. "He was taking up a lot of space. You did me a favor."
Rolo smiled. He was happy that his brother was not mad at him. He would not be able to live if Lelouch was mad at him.
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Euphie laid in bed. Her face was peaceful; angelic. She softly breathed in and out, the sun baring down on her back as she faced the open door revealing a bright, sunlit hallway.
Lelouch stopped and looked inside. He felt nothing as he looked at her. Her chest slowly rising and falling with each breath. Did she ever mean anything to him? Lelouch could not remember. All he knew was that she came over a lot, playing with Nunnally; did he feel anything for her? Lelouch couldn't remember that, either.
She slept in the same room as Nunnally; the same room she was in now. He cut her throat. The stitches were there if he were to pull the covers down from there. But he did not stop with cutting...Oh no, he cut out her vocal corhs. Her pharynx. Damn near every muscle in her throat. He wanted her to suffer. Why? Lelouch did not know. He had no real reason to make her feel every inscision of the messy disection. All he knew was that once he started; he could not stop until she died.
Lelouch did not know what made him think of this. All he knew was that the craving to make her this way made him happy. Just like what he did to Nunnally…But he did not want to think about her. No…Not her.
The springs, gears, and cogs were easy to put in with no time limit; she choked on her blood well enough. He did not know her purpose. Maybe it was just a test. And he passed. For she worked well. If a guest were to ever get this far into his house and notice her, he would tred ligtly, making sure not to waken the sleeping girl. It would probably make Lelouch laugh...If anyone ever saw her. But they never did.
His finished toy, for that is how he thought of the girl, was simple. He left only the bones inside, removing the organs like you would a pumpkin. He then made a frontal cut, seperating her front from her back. He then began to tinker with cogs, screws, and gears until he made it right. He placed it inside and plugged it in. It worked magnificently. It gave her the appearence of quietly breathing as she slept.
He thought of stepping inside. Of ending it. But, with great difficulty, he decided against it. He would let it play on like a music box that was twisted more than what was necessary.
He closed the door, forgetting about her, and walked off.
Something was going to happen, he just knew it. And being prepared is more important than tying up tiny loose ends.