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code_geass2007-08-05 08:20 pm
gatekeeperdra.livejournal.com) wrote in code_geass2007-08-05 08:20 pm
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This is for cacophonicons, who made the magnificent icon that I am using. They requested a suza/lulu-ish thing with Lelouche reflecting on the day he, Suzaku, and Nunally walked through the field of dead peoples.
Title: Goals
Rating: PG-ish. I think.
Characters: Lelouche, Suzaku. No real pairing.
Summary: Lelouche reflects on himself, Suzaku, and their different views.
Notes: This is set before the Episodes of Doom (by that, I mean ep 24/25). I hope you like this!
How many, he wondered, had he indirectly killed? What was the depth of his sin? He had killed so many—so many innocent—simply to fulfill his goal. Was he just becoming like any other Brittanian in that aspect?
His mind couldn't help but wander back to that day, the one when he truly began to appreciate just how heavy a toll war and death took, not just on those fighting in it, but those around it as well; the day he and Suzaku, supporting his sister, walked through the field of dead.
He had thought it a shame, a waste, to see so many lives wrenched away, entire families wiped out, simply because one country wanted the resources of another. He hadn't cried then, though; they weren't really his people.
He had seen Suzaku's sad face, the pain in his eyes, and he had wondered what Suzaku was feeling. He didn't know these people, didn't know their hopes, their dreams, the hates, their passions, their sins, and yet he seemed to feel for them. It was an emotion Lelouche couldn't entirely comprehend. The only people he cared for in the entire world were his mother, sisters, and, very gradually, Suzaku. These people were faceless, pawns in the vast game of life. But
Suzaku seemed to care about them.
Lelouche felt now, as he fingered a chess piece—a knight—that it might be Suzaku's biggest weakness. If one cared about everyone's happiness, one could never advance any goal in the world. People's happiness tended to come in second place to the recognition of ideals; after all, there would always be some unhappy people in the world. It was a fact of life. Suzkau was running himself into the ground to try and achieve a world that was impossible.
Lelouche put the knight down in the middle of the chess board, surrounded by the other armies and couldn't help but smile. Hated by the Britanians because of his nationality, reviled by his Black Knights because he stood in the way of Japan's liberation.
He knew that someday he would have to kill Suzaku, some day, and while it saddened him, his death was necessary to achieve a goal.
In much the same way all those people in the field were killed to achieve a goal.
Title: Goals
Rating: PG-ish. I think.
Characters: Lelouche, Suzaku. No real pairing.
Summary: Lelouche reflects on himself, Suzaku, and their different views.
Notes: This is set before the Episodes of Doom (by that, I mean ep 24/25). I hope you like this!
How many, he wondered, had he indirectly killed? What was the depth of his sin? He had killed so many—so many innocent—simply to fulfill his goal. Was he just becoming like any other Brittanian in that aspect?
His mind couldn't help but wander back to that day, the one when he truly began to appreciate just how heavy a toll war and death took, not just on those fighting in it, but those around it as well; the day he and Suzaku, supporting his sister, walked through the field of dead.
He had thought it a shame, a waste, to see so many lives wrenched away, entire families wiped out, simply because one country wanted the resources of another. He hadn't cried then, though; they weren't really his people.
He had seen Suzaku's sad face, the pain in his eyes, and he had wondered what Suzaku was feeling. He didn't know these people, didn't know their hopes, their dreams, the hates, their passions, their sins, and yet he seemed to feel for them. It was an emotion Lelouche couldn't entirely comprehend. The only people he cared for in the entire world were his mother, sisters, and, very gradually, Suzaku. These people were faceless, pawns in the vast game of life. But
Suzaku seemed to care about them.
Lelouche felt now, as he fingered a chess piece—a knight—that it might be Suzaku's biggest weakness. If one cared about everyone's happiness, one could never advance any goal in the world. People's happiness tended to come in second place to the recognition of ideals; after all, there would always be some unhappy people in the world. It was a fact of life. Suzkau was running himself into the ground to try and achieve a world that was impossible.
Lelouche put the knight down in the middle of the chess board, surrounded by the other armies and couldn't help but smile. Hated by the Britanians because of his nationality, reviled by his Black Knights because he stood in the way of Japan's liberation.
He knew that someday he would have to kill Suzaku, some day, and while it saddened him, his death was necessary to achieve a goal.
In much the same way all those people in the field were killed to achieve a goal.
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You might want to edit for formatting, though. A few sentences were cut off in the middle, and I think your third paragraph isn't where it's meant to be. It definitely hurts the stylistic effect.
Lelouch kakkooooou!!
(Anonymous) 2007-08-10 04:17 am (UTC)(link)