Mantineus-There was supposed to be a confession here…But I think I shall use that idea one day. It'll be a oneshot, so it won't disrupt my schedule too bad.
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Lelouch sat on his and Rolo's bed. Sitting on his side. Their father's side, stroking Rolo's side. Their mother's side. He remembered his father; tall, angry, uncaring. He was the devil made flesh…And neither of his son's mourned his passing.
Their dad's death was like the suicide scene out of a Keanu Reeves movie. His death had hit the world in a good way; his plans finished like Satan's were. He could no longer rule over the empire he loved so much. His failure was what made him cry out. Not the horrible stabbing pain he felt at the back of his head.
He could no longer attempt to destroy God. He could no longer try and free the people whom were slaves to a god whom allowed war, famine, and disease. The whole purpose of his reign was to abolish the idea.
His fate flashed before his dying eyes before he stopped screaming. They were not welcoming arms grasping for him. They were unwelcomed, gnarled claws with cold, uncaring faces that had the intensity that could match his own anger and overpower it.
Charles expected to be welcomed with open arms. But Hell is never welcoming. Especially to failures.
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Their mother was an adulterous whore. Her only companion in such a filthy act was Jeremiah. Her death was caused by another, prior to the war. To the madness. Her death was not as severe as the boys had planned as they descended into their dark, twisted minds.
Her blood was spilt. Her body deformed from hundreds of bullet holes. Nunnally saw it. It was the last thing she ever saw. Some of their mother's blood splattered over her face, her eyes, what landed on her forehead ran down her face, some running into her eyes. Disease and infection plagued them. The doctor had to remove them to stop the pain.
They discovered whom planned the kill. It figured it would lead to their uncle. Jeremiah was kept alive in order for him to live in a personal-living hell. A hell away from their mother since the real one would be heaven to the both of them.
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Nunnally was a special case. She hated Zero's rebellion. She was appalled by his tactics, wondering why anyone would follow such a man. And when she found out that Rolo was a Black Knight, she freaked out. She lashed out at him, threatening him, cursing him.
"Nunnally," Lelouch said, sitting down next to his blind sister. "Rolo wishes to talk with you."
"Tell that traitor that I do not wish to speak with him." She said sternly.
"Alright." He said, sounding disappointed.
He left her alone after that.
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What they did to her was unspeakable. They crushed her skull in, they broke her teeth, they burnt her body until the flesh started to boil. There was nothing left to trace her to Nunnally. But that was because she no longer deserved the name.
Nunnally was a kind girl. A loving girl. She understood why people did things better than anyone and never cared. But she stopped being Nunnally when she rejected Rolo and denounced him as a lower form of being.
Lelouch smiled once the flames were out and all that remained was the scent of burning flesh.
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The servants that worked there were killed quick and painless. They did nothing to deserve such horrific ways except that they served the scum that was their father and sister.
They were kept alive for appearances only.
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With a sigh, Lelouch stood up and walked out of the room.
"Don't wait up, Rolo!" Lelouch called throughout the house. "I'll be out!"
"Okay!" Came the echoes reply.
Lelouch smiled and walked out the front door into the world of evening that surrounded their frozen-in-time mansion.
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Suzaku stood outside of his apartment building, a cigarette between his index and middle finger. He tapped his foot, trying to decide whether or not he should go in or go outside and smoke. It had been hours since he took a drag of tobacco. His nerves were shot. He dashed outside.
His fingers jumbled around with the lighter, flicking it several times once he got his hand to stop shaking until a steady stream of flame shot out. He lit the cancer stick and took a drag and killed the lighter, placing it back in his pocket.
It started with weed in high school with his buddies. Buddies that sold him out once his mother found their stash in his room. He did not even have enough to buy a leaf, let alone a bag such as that! But the parents believed their dumbass kids and had his parents send him through the hell that was rehab.
Ah, his parents; how he hated them. Hypocrites of high breed. Stupid morons that send their marijuana addicted son to rehab; yell at him for his stupidity, and drink themselves into that car crash with what could only be described as five gallons of vodka!
They left him with his uncle, the reason he was in the force. The shining example of an investigator a boy could have. Suzaku strived to be like him. And he did…But he died the day after he graduated from college. A stray bullet to the heart. He died alone. Suzaku started smoking to ease the pain. He was over the pain; he was man enough to admit that he was addicted. Though he never did anything about it.
A year later, he was hired, and given this current case. Why? Because it was deemed 'unsolvable' by the big guns. Why not send a rookie on a difficult job so that the more experienced bastards could focus on easier cases?
But he did not resent them. He would get a ton of experience from this case alone. And, if he cracked it, he would be famous. Though…Lelouch did look good during the interview. Like the forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden.
Suzaku did not shake his head. He knew he was queer. He experimented with a boy-the boy whose mother found the weed. So his first love also went down the drain at that moment.
But he forgot. He still was in contact with him. Lloyd; the head of the forensics wing as well as anything else that required the victim's body. Those first few days were hell on Suzaku. Especially since it seemed that Lloyd was moving on. He never saw the longing looks the genius flashed at him; hoping that he would save him from the mistake that was his fiancé.
"Hello," A voice said.
Suzaku quickly turned and faced the familiar voice. He was surprised that Lelouch was there.
"How…?" Suzaku began to ask.
"I called the police and asked." Lelouch said. "Can we go inside?"
Suzaku extinguished his cigarette on the ground and lead him through the building until they stood before his door. The investigator took out his key and unlocked the door, allowing the boy to enter.
Without being told he sat on the couch, allowing Suzaku to sit on the other cushion, leaving a cushion's width away from each other. Suzaku was confused by this visit. He had no reason to be there. Yet, here he was.
"Have you ever been in love?" Suzaku spat out; wanting to bash his brains in after saying that. Smoking did not make him an idiot; and he sure as hell did not drink! So where in hell did that come from?
"Yes," Lelouch said, a smile on his face. He did not appear to be bothered by his outburst.
"Who was it?" The investigator asked.
"We met one October day. I was one; yet I remember it as if it were yesterday." He kept his smile, his eyes probing into Suzaku's own. "He was crying-just a baby-so I asked mother if I could hold him." His eyes softened. "She acquiesced and handed him over to me. He stopped instantly, his saucer shaped eyes gazing up at me, a small smile filling up his face, making him glow like the rising sun."
He giggled." Lelouch sighed and stayed silent for a minute before asking. "What about you?"
"I thought I was once." Suzaku said.
"Come on, Suzaku." Lelouch prodded. "I gave you details, you've got to do the same."
"It was lust, yet it wasn't." Was his reply. "It transcended everything romance novelists could ever write. It was its own; yet he destroyed it."
"Why?"
"It doesn't matter anymore." He said, looking longingly into Lelouch's eyes. Hoping to convey his emotions of leaving this subject alone. Yet he had to know whom took Lelouch's heart.
"Who is it?" Suzaku asked. "The one whom stole your heart?"
"Only if you tell me yours."
"I'd rather not." Suzaku said.
"Then no," Lelouch said, standing up. "I must go now. Have a good evening, Inspector."
"Wait!" Suzaku shouted before Lelouch could make it to the door. "I wanna know."
Lelouch smirked: "You may find out, Inspector…,One of these days, you may find out."
With that he walked out the door, leaving Suzaku behind.
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Mantineus-Please don't expect the other chapters to be this long or longer. I'm actually surprised that this came out to be long. Ah, meaningless violence, a surprise revelation to come, and more death! Bwahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!