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rurushuu.livejournal.com in code_geassThis is my first time ever to write an english fanfic, so please go easy on me ToT. I'm a german and indonesian native speaker that explains everything xD. The first one is SuzaLulu and the second one is LelouchxC.C, both are rather angsty.
PG-13 :D
Elegy
You were beautiful.
Laying motionless in my embrace, arms striking loosely the dirty soil, head leant back, exposing your snowwhite neck. Your eyes contently closed, eyelashes fair and beautifully curved …
Your road of sorrow was indescribably long and burdensome, unthinkable was the dimension of your grand plot for the sake of the world. You’ll be carved in history and hold many different names. Legend, king, genius, murder, Zero, Lelouch.
Ah, how much did you have to take in that your slender shoulders grew strong enough to carry and to shake the world? Was it hatred? Despair? Or perhaps special people around you? Can I count myself as one of them?
I was astonished to see your blood running out of your heart, it had the same color as mine. Just as red and just as warm, I was expecting a blue color.
Before my eyes, motion pictures of your life began to play, I saw you as a child, even then your kingscolored eyes were already branded with agony. There was only place for horror left in your memory yet you still kept your pride as a prince. Your arrogance irritated me and I lashed out at you, your slight build body easily collapsed before me. Though I learned to know you, I was enchanted and admired your inner strenght, your charisma and your wide range of knowledge.
We were seperated by war thus we lost sight of each other, still there was no second without a thought of you. A Feeling of enormous joy filled my heart at the moment we met again. Naturally you were grown and turned to a person even more beautiful. Still lordly and exceeding intelligent. I was terribly misguided to think that you were having a carefree life as a student. That hatred of yours was already graven too deeply in your heart.
Both our lives were quite a rollercoaster ride, don’t you think? You must be worn out now, take a rest, I’ll watch over your sleep even if you were never to open your eyes again. I’ll miss them, your eyes with the colors of a king.
You were so beautiful, you still are. Your lifeless body in my arms, your royal blood blessing the soil. Ah, your hair is a mess, let me straighten it in one gentle stroke therewith you remain dignified of a king even in moment of death. Let me sing a final lullaby with the language of the nation which you have given back to me.
This kiss will escort you to heaven, these tears of mine will embosom you warmly. I, your knight Suzaku Kururugi pay my final honour with these words:
“All hail Lelouch.”
Million years and one memory
I still remember, the boy at that time…he broke his promise and left nothing more than his shadow. That night, before the aria of death resounds, we danced.
He knocked , such a hypocrite, he’d never done that before. He appeared completely dressed in black before the unenthusiastic me. I asked him why he didn’t wear his white robe. He mourned, he said with a wistful smile crossing his lips.
“Let’s dance”, he said.
He hauled me out of my room without even waiting for my approval. He directed me through the endless corridors, rushed up the stair and never let go of my hand. He opened a grand massive gate which led to a large semi-circled balcony. He guided me to its centre, laid my right hand in his, placed the other on his shoulder, he himself gently held my hip. I was drawn closer to him, he didn’t even bother to raise a smile.
I said there was no music. He deemed it was irrelevant. He dared to take the first step, I followed his lead. We danced, led by a mutual imaginary rhythm, a movement like on waves, an up and down as if the ground beneath our feets were made of feathers. My gaze which past his shoulder, refusing to look into his eyes, recognized the landscape only as something blurry which flashed us by for we were dizzily whirling atop that area.
Since we were both stubborn and accustomed to not speak comforting words or to show expressions of affection, we consciously didn’t glance into the other’s eyes. Yet the more unsaid he was, all the more I was overwhelmed by his sorrow. It might have been the last time he felt the urge to say I want to go home, I just want to be happy!
In such moments, he kept admonishing me, I was to remind him of his intention and duty for he couldn’t afford any lack of strenght. But that night I didn’t do so.
“Men are horribly unreliable. Even you are not able to fulfill the contract and as a result I will have to remain in this world for yet another eternity.”
He then laughed repressed.
“It is just as planned.”, classic him. “I need somebody who keeps me in memory for the eternity.”
“Pretty much arrogant.”
“I wish for the thought of me to last millions of years.”
“Do you think the world will still exist in one million years?”
“The world may not yet you will be there, because you are the only one abiding.”
“It’s egoistic and illogical.”, I looked into his eyes for the first time.
“Yes, I’m an evil man after all.”, he answered bitterly.
The dance was long not interrupted. We were talking about eternity, of how it was actually nonexistent. But then he discarded that theory, later he said, eternity is a sentiment which only lasts for a brief moment and time is not an issue. The purpose of our conversation was doubtful. Our dialouge lost its substance but the intention was anyway just a last get-together.
People die – it’s nothing shocking to me. I’m not someone to lament over somebody, at the utmost I feel envy. However that time there was melancholy rising inside of me as if that boy were my company through the centuries. I paradoxically felt deceived. He was going to go ahead. He wasn’t going to wait for me. He was going to leave me.
His voice brought me back to reality.
“Will you go to church tomorrow and pray for me?”
“Since when are you religious?”
He shrugged.
“It appears that I’m slightly afraid.”
Then we were silent and kept dancing. I sensed him struggling for words and gave him a questioning look.
“Will you cry for me tomorrow?”, he asked and his voice was crying.
Today I’m still ashamed that I actually lost control over his words and cried. The salty liquid ran down my cheek, it was unstoppable. I abruptly shook my head to say: Never!
But he laughed happily and thanked me.
We danced. The rhythm broke. At some point we didn’t kept the arranged posture anymore, it was no elegant touching anymore but rather a desperate clinging to each other. The fabric of our clothes wrinkled at our grasps. Awkwardly crying and sobbing. How pathetic.
“Tell them that I beg for their forgiveness.”, he begged with teary eyes, I knew the people he was talking about. That friend and sister of his.
It really was arrogant of him to let me bear his burden. He would stroll relaxed to nether world and leave the others with their dolefulness, fury and nescience.
“And I thank you wholeheartedly.”, he whispered and vocalized my name in the most gentle tone.
And now I’m sitting here and watch how the world crumbles. And I finally understand your demand. The world fades away, dissolves in destruction but you in the form of a memory remains existing and stands above it. Truly arrogant. Lelouch.
AN: I realized that both fics ends with the name "Lelouch" xD.
PG-13 :D
Elegy
You were beautiful.
Laying motionless in my embrace, arms striking loosely the dirty soil, head leant back, exposing your snowwhite neck. Your eyes contently closed, eyelashes fair and beautifully curved …
Your road of sorrow was indescribably long and burdensome, unthinkable was the dimension of your grand plot for the sake of the world. You’ll be carved in history and hold many different names. Legend, king, genius, murder, Zero, Lelouch.
Ah, how much did you have to take in that your slender shoulders grew strong enough to carry and to shake the world? Was it hatred? Despair? Or perhaps special people around you? Can I count myself as one of them?
I was astonished to see your blood running out of your heart, it had the same color as mine. Just as red and just as warm, I was expecting a blue color.
Before my eyes, motion pictures of your life began to play, I saw you as a child, even then your kingscolored eyes were already branded with agony. There was only place for horror left in your memory yet you still kept your pride as a prince. Your arrogance irritated me and I lashed out at you, your slight build body easily collapsed before me. Though I learned to know you, I was enchanted and admired your inner strenght, your charisma and your wide range of knowledge.
We were seperated by war thus we lost sight of each other, still there was no second without a thought of you. A Feeling of enormous joy filled my heart at the moment we met again. Naturally you were grown and turned to a person even more beautiful. Still lordly and exceeding intelligent. I was terribly misguided to think that you were having a carefree life as a student. That hatred of yours was already graven too deeply in your heart.
Both our lives were quite a rollercoaster ride, don’t you think? You must be worn out now, take a rest, I’ll watch over your sleep even if you were never to open your eyes again. I’ll miss them, your eyes with the colors of a king.
You were so beautiful, you still are. Your lifeless body in my arms, your royal blood blessing the soil. Ah, your hair is a mess, let me straighten it in one gentle stroke therewith you remain dignified of a king even in moment of death. Let me sing a final lullaby with the language of the nation which you have given back to me.
This kiss will escort you to heaven, these tears of mine will embosom you warmly. I, your knight Suzaku Kururugi pay my final honour with these words:
“All hail Lelouch.”
Million years and one memory
I still remember, the boy at that time…he broke his promise and left nothing more than his shadow. That night, before the aria of death resounds, we danced.
He knocked , such a hypocrite, he’d never done that before. He appeared completely dressed in black before the unenthusiastic me. I asked him why he didn’t wear his white robe. He mourned, he said with a wistful smile crossing his lips.
“Let’s dance”, he said.
He hauled me out of my room without even waiting for my approval. He directed me through the endless corridors, rushed up the stair and never let go of my hand. He opened a grand massive gate which led to a large semi-circled balcony. He guided me to its centre, laid my right hand in his, placed the other on his shoulder, he himself gently held my hip. I was drawn closer to him, he didn’t even bother to raise a smile.
I said there was no music. He deemed it was irrelevant. He dared to take the first step, I followed his lead. We danced, led by a mutual imaginary rhythm, a movement like on waves, an up and down as if the ground beneath our feets were made of feathers. My gaze which past his shoulder, refusing to look into his eyes, recognized the landscape only as something blurry which flashed us by for we were dizzily whirling atop that area.
Since we were both stubborn and accustomed to not speak comforting words or to show expressions of affection, we consciously didn’t glance into the other’s eyes. Yet the more unsaid he was, all the more I was overwhelmed by his sorrow. It might have been the last time he felt the urge to say I want to go home, I just want to be happy!
In such moments, he kept admonishing me, I was to remind him of his intention and duty for he couldn’t afford any lack of strenght. But that night I didn’t do so.
“Men are horribly unreliable. Even you are not able to fulfill the contract and as a result I will have to remain in this world for yet another eternity.”
He then laughed repressed.
“It is just as planned.”, classic him. “I need somebody who keeps me in memory for the eternity.”
“Pretty much arrogant.”
“I wish for the thought of me to last millions of years.”
“Do you think the world will still exist in one million years?”
“The world may not yet you will be there, because you are the only one abiding.”
“It’s egoistic and illogical.”, I looked into his eyes for the first time.
“Yes, I’m an evil man after all.”, he answered bitterly.
The dance was long not interrupted. We were talking about eternity, of how it was actually nonexistent. But then he discarded that theory, later he said, eternity is a sentiment which only lasts for a brief moment and time is not an issue. The purpose of our conversation was doubtful. Our dialouge lost its substance but the intention was anyway just a last get-together.
People die – it’s nothing shocking to me. I’m not someone to lament over somebody, at the utmost I feel envy. However that time there was melancholy rising inside of me as if that boy were my company through the centuries. I paradoxically felt deceived. He was going to go ahead. He wasn’t going to wait for me. He was going to leave me.
His voice brought me back to reality.
“Will you go to church tomorrow and pray for me?”
“Since when are you religious?”
He shrugged.
“It appears that I’m slightly afraid.”
Then we were silent and kept dancing. I sensed him struggling for words and gave him a questioning look.
“Will you cry for me tomorrow?”, he asked and his voice was crying.
Today I’m still ashamed that I actually lost control over his words and cried. The salty liquid ran down my cheek, it was unstoppable. I abruptly shook my head to say: Never!
But he laughed happily and thanked me.
We danced. The rhythm broke. At some point we didn’t kept the arranged posture anymore, it was no elegant touching anymore but rather a desperate clinging to each other. The fabric of our clothes wrinkled at our grasps. Awkwardly crying and sobbing. How pathetic.
“Tell them that I beg for their forgiveness.”, he begged with teary eyes, I knew the people he was talking about. That friend and sister of his.
It really was arrogant of him to let me bear his burden. He would stroll relaxed to nether world and leave the others with their dolefulness, fury and nescience.
“And I thank you wholeheartedly.”, he whispered and vocalized my name in the most gentle tone.
And now I’m sitting here and watch how the world crumbles. And I finally understand your demand. The world fades away, dissolves in destruction but you in the form of a memory remains existing and stands above it. Truly arrogant. Lelouch.
AN: I realized that both fics ends with the name "Lelouch" xD.
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Thanks for writing it!