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Fanfic - Arabesque
Title: Arabesque
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,144
Pairing(s): Rolo & Lelouch
Warnings: Character death. Spoilers for Turn 13, 14 & 17…
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: Characters belong to CLAMP and Sunrise
Notes: This is my very first fanfic, which is dedicated to my dearest Rollo… Inspired by Rollo's character song... My sixth sense told me that Rollo will have a bad ending, which is death possibly sacrificed for the sake of Lelouch. And so I thought, at least please let him be loved... Please do not toss rotten tomatoes/orenjis at me for my grammar errors… XDD
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,144
Pairing(s): Rolo & Lelouch
Warnings: Character death. Spoilers for Turn 13, 14 & 17…
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer: Characters belong to CLAMP and Sunrise
Notes: This is my very first fanfic, which is dedicated to my dearest Rollo… Inspired by Rollo's character song... My sixth sense told me that Rollo will have a bad ending, which is death possibly sacrificed for the sake of Lelouch. And so I thought, at least please let him be loved... Please do not toss rotten tomatoes/orenjis at me for my grammar errors… XDD
"You were a failure. To think that your heart would go into arrest when you use Geass, you’re a failure that would die any moment...."
V.V.'s last words to him rang in his mind, he knew it was true, and whenever he recalled it, he shudders. But he needs his power badly, to protect his brother, to aid Zero in the harsh battlefield, and to fulfill their wishes.
Feeling dizzy, Rollo Lamperouge felt his knees gave away. His surroundings blurred and the sound around him muffled as he collapsed. Gasping for air, he saw his brother recovered from his Geass.
'Ro-Rollo!' Lelouch stammered, stunned to see his fake brother on the floor. He took a glance at his surrounding as his analytical mind ran rapidly. Ignoring the ominous feeling, he came to the conclusion that he was safe, and it was Rollo who had save him from the threats he faced just now, from his very own knights.
‘What happened?’ He asked as he knelt down beside the boy in pain. But Rollo was in no state to give him an answer. ‘Rollo! Answer me!’ Lelouch grasped Rollo’s thin shoulders and shook him, demanded Rollo to give him an answer. But Rollo didn’t hear him, nor did he felt his cold hands on his shoulders. He was not in no state to give him a satisfy answer.
Just then, Lelouch recalled V.V. talk with Rollo. So, is this it? Is Rollo really dying? Although he wasn’t sure about the cause of it, anyone could see that Rollo wouldn’t last for five minutes.
A sense of victory burst within Lelouch, a malicious smile spread across his face, the face of a man under countless masks. He is dying, Rollo is dying, Shirley’s murderer is dying, Nunnally’s imposter is dying. A part of his heart wanted to jubilate for Rollo’s death, which is his victory, but somewhere, deep down in his heart, refused to do so. Mesmerized, Lelouch questioned himself.
‘What am I thinking? Rollo is the assassin sent by the cult to monitor me. The pawn of the cruel emperor. He is my enemy! A fool tricked by me, so that it can become my piece! He is merely a tool!’
And yet, why? Why does his heart ache? Rollo is dying, he should rejoice! He should celebrate for his victory in deceiving his enemy and in avenging Shirley’s death! Flashes of Shirley’s death appeared before him, the girl who loves him, the girl whom he treasured, cherished and vowed to protect, the girl who sacrificed because of him, a devil under the mask of a man not worth loving.
Then, he remembered Euphie and Kallen. Euphie, innocent and naïve, who worked her best for his sake, died. Kallen, courageous and loyal, prison by the Britannians simply because she had faith in him under the mask of Zero. And Nunnally, held captive by his heartless father, the Emperor of Britannia. He couldn’t protect her, because he was too weak, and because his first and best friend whom he puts all his faith in, betrayed him. The anger of betrayal boils again at the moment he thought of Kururugi Suzaku.
Suzaku, the perfidious traitor. Who choose to betray him again and again for his selfish wish, instead of siding him, his friend who kept all his hopes in him.
For some unknown reasons, Rollo felt his brother’s hands on his shoulders trembled. ‘Ni..nii-san…’ he whispered with difficulty, bringing Lelouch back from his reverie to reality. Lelouch’s gaze met Rollo’s behind his half lidded eyes. He saw the light, the sign of life slowly fading from his violet eyes. Yes, he too, is dying because of him. By having absolute faith in Lelouch and believing that Lelouch really cared for him, he met his downfall.
A thought struck Lelouch unexpectedly. Is believing and having faith in someone wrong? Is it a sin? No! Definitely not! Admitting that it is a sin is the exact opposite of what Lelouch believes. It is those who betrays are at fault, not those who believes. But then, isn’t that what he’s doing to Rollo? He wondered bitterly about the irony truth.
Suddenly, he realized something about Rollo. That boy, he’s not dying, he’s deserting him! Just like Suzaku, he refused to aid his friend, ignored his plead, and abandoned him when he need him badly. And now, is Rollo doing the same? Betraying him by deserting him in this chaotic world?
The thought of being betray was unbearable. He can’t let that happen! Not again! ‘Rollo!’ he cried desperately. His long fingers fumbled for Rollo’s neck to check his pulse. As expected, there were none. Fear drowned him. His mouth went dry, his pupil contracted, hands turned cold and his mind seized up.
What can he do? He needs help, Rollo needs medical treatment, but he can’t get any for him. The odd of receiving help from those people hunting for him is zero. Will Rollo die just like that? Because of his incompetence? Those thoughts tormented him. Tears began to fill his eyes. Angry tears of his anger of being betrayed and incompetent.
With his trembling hand, he removed his contact lens which conceals his cursed eye. ‘Rollo! I forbid you to die!’ He screamed. But just like Shirley, his effort was fruitless. ‘Rollo! Rollo!! ROLLO!!’ he screamed. ‘Are you going to betray me?!’ He exclaimed, his body shook uncontrollably with fear as his hands removed Rollo’s annoying protective jacket and tossed it aside, unaware of the golden locket that fell out of its pocket with a clear ‘cling’ that echoed faintly in the room.
His mouth tasted salty and bitter, what was it? He wondered. Hearing a distant sound that seems to come from his brother, Rollo peered hard to look at his brother. To his astonishment, he saw tears in Lelouch’s eyes. Is he crying? Why? Is, is it because of him? Seeing that Rollo finally responded, Lelouch grabbed his cold hand tightly. ‘Ro-Rollo...’ he cried out timidly, his voice trembling.
So, it’s true then. Lelouch is crying for him. But that isn’t good, right? He hurt Lelouch. That was the last thing he ever wanted to do. After taking a sharp breath, Rollo tried his best to speak.
‘G-go...men...na...sai... nii...san...’ he whispered. ‘I... couldn’t protect... you...’ Lelouch listened to him quietly, but he was reluctant to believe that Rollo is dying. Lelouch lost his voice, not until he witnessed Rollo’s violet eyes disappeared behind his pale eyelids did he let out his final cry along with Rollo’s tears trickling down his pallid face.
Silence roamed in the room as the devastated Lelouch clutches Rollo’s lifeless body, his lavender eyes filled with despair. The silence did not last for long. It was broken later, by the sorrowful melody from Rollo’s music box locket, lamenting its owner’s fate.
~End of Story~
Thanks a lot for reading!! *bows* XDDD
V.V.'s last words to him rang in his mind, he knew it was true, and whenever he recalled it, he shudders. But he needs his power badly, to protect his brother, to aid Zero in the harsh battlefield, and to fulfill their wishes.
Feeling dizzy, Rollo Lamperouge felt his knees gave away. His surroundings blurred and the sound around him muffled as he collapsed. Gasping for air, he saw his brother recovered from his Geass.
'Ro-Rollo!' Lelouch stammered, stunned to see his fake brother on the floor. He took a glance at his surrounding as his analytical mind ran rapidly. Ignoring the ominous feeling, he came to the conclusion that he was safe, and it was Rollo who had save him from the threats he faced just now, from his very own knights.
‘What happened?’ He asked as he knelt down beside the boy in pain. But Rollo was in no state to give him an answer. ‘Rollo! Answer me!’ Lelouch grasped Rollo’s thin shoulders and shook him, demanded Rollo to give him an answer. But Rollo didn’t hear him, nor did he felt his cold hands on his shoulders. He was not in no state to give him a satisfy answer.
Just then, Lelouch recalled V.V. talk with Rollo. So, is this it? Is Rollo really dying? Although he wasn’t sure about the cause of it, anyone could see that Rollo wouldn’t last for five minutes.
A sense of victory burst within Lelouch, a malicious smile spread across his face, the face of a man under countless masks. He is dying, Rollo is dying, Shirley’s murderer is dying, Nunnally’s imposter is dying. A part of his heart wanted to jubilate for Rollo’s death, which is his victory, but somewhere, deep down in his heart, refused to do so. Mesmerized, Lelouch questioned himself.
‘What am I thinking? Rollo is the assassin sent by the cult to monitor me. The pawn of the cruel emperor. He is my enemy! A fool tricked by me, so that it can become my piece! He is merely a tool!’
And yet, why? Why does his heart ache? Rollo is dying, he should rejoice! He should celebrate for his victory in deceiving his enemy and in avenging Shirley’s death! Flashes of Shirley’s death appeared before him, the girl who loves him, the girl whom he treasured, cherished and vowed to protect, the girl who sacrificed because of him, a devil under the mask of a man not worth loving.
Then, he remembered Euphie and Kallen. Euphie, innocent and naïve, who worked her best for his sake, died. Kallen, courageous and loyal, prison by the Britannians simply because she had faith in him under the mask of Zero. And Nunnally, held captive by his heartless father, the Emperor of Britannia. He couldn’t protect her, because he was too weak, and because his first and best friend whom he puts all his faith in, betrayed him. The anger of betrayal boils again at the moment he thought of Kururugi Suzaku.
Suzaku, the perfidious traitor. Who choose to betray him again and again for his selfish wish, instead of siding him, his friend who kept all his hopes in him.
For some unknown reasons, Rollo felt his brother’s hands on his shoulders trembled. ‘Ni..nii-san…’ he whispered with difficulty, bringing Lelouch back from his reverie to reality. Lelouch’s gaze met Rollo’s behind his half lidded eyes. He saw the light, the sign of life slowly fading from his violet eyes. Yes, he too, is dying because of him. By having absolute faith in Lelouch and believing that Lelouch really cared for him, he met his downfall.
A thought struck Lelouch unexpectedly. Is believing and having faith in someone wrong? Is it a sin? No! Definitely not! Admitting that it is a sin is the exact opposite of what Lelouch believes. It is those who betrays are at fault, not those who believes. But then, isn’t that what he’s doing to Rollo? He wondered bitterly about the irony truth.
Suddenly, he realized something about Rollo. That boy, he’s not dying, he’s deserting him! Just like Suzaku, he refused to aid his friend, ignored his plead, and abandoned him when he need him badly. And now, is Rollo doing the same? Betraying him by deserting him in this chaotic world?
The thought of being betray was unbearable. He can’t let that happen! Not again! ‘Rollo!’ he cried desperately. His long fingers fumbled for Rollo’s neck to check his pulse. As expected, there were none. Fear drowned him. His mouth went dry, his pupil contracted, hands turned cold and his mind seized up.
What can he do? He needs help, Rollo needs medical treatment, but he can’t get any for him. The odd of receiving help from those people hunting for him is zero. Will Rollo die just like that? Because of his incompetence? Those thoughts tormented him. Tears began to fill his eyes. Angry tears of his anger of being betrayed and incompetent.
With his trembling hand, he removed his contact lens which conceals his cursed eye. ‘Rollo! I forbid you to die!’ He screamed. But just like Shirley, his effort was fruitless. ‘Rollo! Rollo!! ROLLO!!’ he screamed. ‘Are you going to betray me?!’ He exclaimed, his body shook uncontrollably with fear as his hands removed Rollo’s annoying protective jacket and tossed it aside, unaware of the golden locket that fell out of its pocket with a clear ‘cling’ that echoed faintly in the room.
His mouth tasted salty and bitter, what was it? He wondered. Hearing a distant sound that seems to come from his brother, Rollo peered hard to look at his brother. To his astonishment, he saw tears in Lelouch’s eyes. Is he crying? Why? Is, is it because of him? Seeing that Rollo finally responded, Lelouch grabbed his cold hand tightly. ‘Ro-Rollo...’ he cried out timidly, his voice trembling.
So, it’s true then. Lelouch is crying for him. But that isn’t good, right? He hurt Lelouch. That was the last thing he ever wanted to do. After taking a sharp breath, Rollo tried his best to speak.
‘G-go...men...na...sai... nii...san...’ he whispered. ‘I... couldn’t protect... you...’ Lelouch listened to him quietly, but he was reluctant to believe that Rollo is dying. Lelouch lost his voice, not until he witnessed Rollo’s violet eyes disappeared behind his pale eyelids did he let out his final cry along with Rollo’s tears trickling down his pallid face.
Silence roamed in the room as the devastated Lelouch clutches Rollo’s lifeless body, his lavender eyes filled with despair. The silence did not last for long. It was broken later, by the sorrowful melody from Rollo’s music box locket, lamenting its owner’s fate.
~End of Story~
Thanks a lot for reading!! *bows* XDDD
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It was in a good way though! I really enjoyed it! :]
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That's probably pretty much how it'll play out, too, in the anime (if the spoilers are correct)... T_T