Angsty One Shot anyone?

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Title: House of Pain
Pair: Lelouch x Cornelia
Rating: PG-13; just to be safe ya'know
Genre: Angst
Summary: The sanity he had come to find was slipping farther away as blood ran across the tile...
Cross Posted in: 30_angsts

"Lelouch, where exactly have you been?"

"Why does it matter, I’m back aren’t I?"

"Yes, but I feel I have the right to know."

"I’ve been...around."

That same conversation that took place months ago was still very fresh in his mind. Even as the ringing of gun fire echoed off the high elaborate ceiling’s of the Britannian palace. Doors were brutally blown down, guards sprawled out across the large throne room, eyes dimmed with death. Upon the throne slumped his highness, all facial features hidden as his skull which had whipped stiffy forward, blood trailing from a bulled hole placed strategically between his eyes. Death held a tight grip on the palace air, and it made is hard for him to breathe.

The rebels who he had ordered to invade had left already, thinking what they had come to accomplish was the final victory in this war. Of course, it was. It was everything he, as Zero, had dreamt of. Every freedom had been given to every single slave to the Britannian rule and the chains which once bound their souls had been shattered. Why shouldn’t he be happy, the King of the Elevens knelt beside a body cloaked in white and gold. Why was he there and not off enjoying the sweet taste of victory.

Mask tossed off to the side, Lelouch Lamperouge stared down at the paling face of his half sister, Cornelia Li Britannia. His lungs swelled in his chest, to the point breathing was hard. His body had gone completely numb; this was the second time such a had been made. He shuddered, suddenly wishing his hands would belong to someone else, and they would disappear, revealing the innocent appendage of his childhood. The hands that had known only the feeling of smooth sunflower stems and the soft silky tress of a mother’s hair had come to know the violent recoil of a gun and the hot blood of a fallen soldier.

He exhaled shakily, his mind and body worked on two separate waves. His mind told him to scream, to curse his father as he rode the slow black train to the depths of a fiery hell. He wanted to turn back the clock, just moments, just to tell her to leave. His deep violet hues locked with the paling face of a former princess. His finger tips brushed some deep pink hair from her face, the color gorgeous, so deep it almost resembled purple. He bit his lip slightly, his stomach flipping.

She was trained for this sort of thing. To look upon the dead or dying faces of soldiers and think nothing but the good they served. Then of course she would speak kind words at the funeral, to put the families at a proud ease. Oh how he wished her lips would part and speak such kind things to him. She had been there for him so often as a child, after his mother had died she had been the one to hunt him down. Upon his leaving of the Britannia palace, he had neglected to say any sort of farewell.

So many mistakes...

His finger tips traced her jaw line.

Why was she such a mystery to him? As he thought about her, he came to realize he didn’t know her. He merely knew the outer Cornelia, her mask if you will. The calm, cool, collected woman who lead a massive army under the Devil’s rule. The woman who showed no emotion after a grueling battle. Upon sliding from her knightmare, no fear quivered in her voice, and no adrenaline rushed through her eyes. Her knees did not weaken, nor did her posture slump. No, it seemed that it was him that was nothing to her. She had lost to Zero once, but once he had exited the cockpit, his body was deprived sleep for days.

He could remember everything within the last year so clearly, it was nearly a movie playing over and over in his head. Her skin, so soft for a woman soldier, against his. Sweet smell so close to his senses as they played about. Her lips against his, like an alcoholic candy, sending excitement jolting through his being, but making it hard for him to accomplish much. She intoxicated him, everything so forbidden yet so irresistible. She was like every sin put into one body, and yet he’d gladly abandoned a God for her.

She had become his everything in little time at all, his very drug. Her carefully chosen words, which could sway a nation. He swallowed hard, his saliva like gravel slipping down his throat. After a few strangled sobs he stood, stray tears in his eyes. He closed his eyes, the things which had gone from a friend to an enemy. Cornelia’s younger sister and Cornelia, God, he had betrayed them both in different ways. One he had led to massacre the other he had led to an unknown death.

At this moment was he truly alive?

No. Although he had come to believe killing the very man which had killed him years ago would let the real air return to his lungs. He had led himself to believe that killing Charles Di Britannia in his own home, the home which for Lelouch, held more pain then any wound. Killing the man had done nothing for him. Perhaps that was selfish? No, wanting to be fully alive, to exist as something more then a masked hero; that was far from selfish. He inhaled steadily, his heart pumping in his chest.

At this rate, how many people would he hurt in the future. How many lives would he end for no real reason. Once more he knelt by the body of his former beloved, eyes casting one final look upon her features. Even in the grasp of death he found her beautiful. 

"You know Lelouch, your little love sick game sounds like a sick spin off Romeo and Juliet."

Words of other’s were unbearable, Kallen had come to find of their affair, and she had nothing but spite towards it. Why would he care? Especially now? The gun clicked as he cocked it, placing it to the left side of his head. This was nothing like Romeo and Juliet, no, for in the end there was a final kiss. Lelouch closed his eyes, as the trigger squeezed back and a single shot fired out. He would save that end kiss for a better place, somewhere less painful...

His body crumbled beneath him, blood smearing from the wound, mixing with the nearly dry blood of Cornelia Li Britannia. A single hand rolled out from his body, almost like reaching to the body feet away. The fingers fell into the open palm of the woman’s slender hand.

That was it, the final escape made by the great Zero himself.

Why the need to escape?

Simple, the great Lelouch Lamperouge would forever drop his title and escape the house of pain with his lovely Cornelia Li Britannia. Never to look back on a hellish life, forever would they find happiness.

The Japanese Messiah would see to it.