Mantineus-I want to remind you that I am not sexist and that I don't know how long it actually takes to blow a human body up in a microwave; so I'm sure that part is wrong!

Songs are not technically themes for the chapters. I just, for fun, name them.

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Rolo barely acted on his own. But he was becoming brave. Growing a back bone. This was personal. The thing(for it was too vile to be a girl!) in front of him was mean. A spit fire whore whom lusted for Zero. His brother. And forsaking him. Calling him worthless when, ever since he joined, they've won more of their battles than when it was just her in command.

She also hated that Zero would talk to him more than her anymore.

It was a month after Lelouch and he killed their family. And he could not rest fitfully until he had found her. Kallen. And now he had her. He cut her, marked her, ripped her. His cuts were beautiful. Poetic.

She was told by many of the Black Knights that she was 'beautiful'. But he saw her for what she truly was. What all women are: Ugly.

And he made sure that she knew it, clipping the flesh from her face and sewing it back on horribly. Shaving her hair until there were numerous bald craters, patches of her hair drooping in weird ways in random areas around her head. No one would be attracted to her now.

She died knowing that. Rolo had to laugh as the man who found her was convicted necrophilia; he killed his own and took others' victims, fucking them once they were safely in his house. But he reported this body. The irony was not lost on the world.

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Suzaku yawned, his hand cuffing over his mouth before it knocked on the door. Moments later a servant opened the door. His boss did not know he was out there. He was acting on his own.

His uncle would be proud.

"What is your business here?" He asked.

"I just want to have a word with Misters Lelouch and Rolo Lamperouge." The officer stated.

The servant bowed slightly with a curt "Please come in". Suzaku was lead into the library. He stared, mouth agape, at the mass amounts of books that were within that room.

"The masters will be down soon, sir." The servant said, walking away.

"Faustus," Suzaku read aloud. "Paradise Lost, The Werewolf Principle, Necroscope."

Those were only a few of the vast volumes of books that were heaped upon the shelves.

"Dracula," He continued. "Frankenstein."

Frankenstein seemed to be more worn than Dracula. The same could be said for Faustus and Paradise Lost. Suzaku ran a hand down the sleek spine of The Werewolf Principle, ready to take it from its spot and find what it was about.

"It's good." A voice said behind him. Slow and sultry it rang through the room and bombarded Suzaku's brain with well thought out blows.

"It's a scifi/horror novel." The voice continued. "Not an actual science of werewolves."

But you strike me as an H.P. Lovecraft reader." The voice said as Suzaku turned to face it. "He's right over there."

Lelouch pointed to a shelf just behind the police officer. His eyes looking out the window away from Suzaku.

"My father read them when he was young." Lelouch explained. Those were about all he ever read. The others are just for show. But I read them. All of them. I trust you've noticed John Milton's classic is worn? I read that to Rolo when he was ten so we both read it."

He narrowed his icy gaze upon Suzaku, freezing him to his spot.

So why are you here?" The boy asked, venom lacing his words.

"Just here for a follow up." Suzaku said after a few minutes of silence. "Where's your brother?"

Rolo appeared from thin air a second later. An icy, freezing aura was wrapped around the young boy, too. Yet there was an angry fire surging towards Suzaku as well, throwing the cop off guard. He was sure Rolo would rip him open if he said the wrong thing. He found his right hand over his holster. His thumb turning off the safety.

Suzaku shook his head and turned the safety back on.

'Why'd I do that?' He asked himself. Beating himself up for the stupid mistake. The boy might report him for threatening him with a gun; his brother defending him, all because he turned off the safety!

"Rolo," Lelouch said, soothingly. "I know the death of the girl you liked is hitting you hard; but that is no reason to be so hostile to the poor man."

"I'm sorry, brother." Rolo said, trying to sound happy. He looked at Suzaku, the fire was down; a boiling resentment remained. "I'm sorry."

"That's alright." Suzaku said.

The three of them sat in comfy chairs in a triangulated circle and Suzaku fired off questions, probing deeper into their minds.

As far as he could fathom; there was no motive for killing C.C. or Shirley.

When the follow up was finished, both boys walked Suzaku to the door. Lelouch disappeared after saying goodbye. Rolo stayed behind and opened the door.

"If you come around here again…" Rolo said, letting his threat hang in the air.

Suzaku was unfazed.

"Listen, Rolo." Suzaku said in a scolding tone. "I understand that the future love-of-your-life has died. But you never…, never threaten a police officer; ever."

Rolo just made a throaty growl while Suzaku walked out of the door. He wondered why he was threatened; he did-that he knew of-nothing wrong.

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"Why did you look at him like that?" Rolo asked his brother once he crossed the threshold into their room.

"Like what?" Lelouch asked back.

"Like a puppy!" Rolo snapped.

Lelouch smirked.

"You're being ridiculous, Rolo." He said. "I only have eyes for you."

Lelouch chastely kissed Rolo's lips. Calming the younger sibling a little.

"And why did you let him talk?" Rolo asked, almost unmoved. "They already did a follow up."

"Do you want to play with the baby?" Lelouch asked, ignoring his question. A smirk played on his face; he liked it when Rolo was flushed.

Rolo shook his head.

"Not now."

"Suit yourself." Lelouch said. "I was gonna stick him in the microwave."

"Have fun."

Rolo sat on the bed and opened up his bedside drawer. He took out a Stephen King novel and began reading.

Downstairs Lelouch began cramming the small form of their uncle, V.V., in the microwave. It upset him that the man before him was dead and not knocked out. It would have made this much more enjoyable. But Rolo had every right to kill him. The criss-cross of stitches across his throat was an improvement on the small, childlike man. They did to his body like a young child plays with a toy. They smashed and broke it, reveling in the sounds it made once things were dislocated and cracked. They did almost everything under the sun to it. And now it had no purpose except to go out with a bang.

He turned it on high and pressed the time for two hours. For the mean time Lelouch would be in the next room, not wanting to get cancer or something from the waves the machine cranked out. He would hear the boom from anywhere around the house.

Thirty seconds remaining and the microwave exploded, chunks of burnt flesh flung out of the small device, bones sticking together. Flames were everywhere and Lelouch extinguished them. A smirk on his face. He would leave it for Rolo to see.