[Code Geass / Kuroshitsuji] Monsieur Red 2 / 2
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worked.
I was still known as Red Monsieur, nor had I stopped wearing that color: only, I used the darker colors, those of arterial blood, which returns to the heart. I was so soaked that he seemed unable to take oxygen, which will become more and more dark, in the cardiovascular system of a dead man.
not attend social events, day or night.
They thought it was grief.
They were wrong.
I wanted to be perfect as a surgeon. I was the posting of a god, to function as before I had left go to parties at night. I was witty, I understood the elementary feelings of fear, hope, that bent the voice of patients and their loved ones: the emotions were just responded to that mechanisms more complex factors than those materials, I was eviscerating, manipulating the body with my art and soul with my intelligence. I believed in a god of life, and as such they turned to me. But I was still
Red Monsieur: I was forced to introduce into society the women looked at me, and hid the desire of their eyes with the chatter, people hate me for this, and at the same time, they, too, I wanted to.
dressed in red, they gave me the shameless.
Once behind the veil of a form could look at me naked, kneel at my feet begging to be flogged, I was now impenetrable.
My body belonged to a dead man.
My soul copulate with unclean thoughts even more pathetic that the amusements of the noble bored.
Sometimes, as a doctor, had come to me bitches who did not want the weight of their bastards. I had not thought worthy of a second before.
Now the face of the woman, her words, get me an infinite disgust. The workers, I had no way of knowing where he lived, found her calling on a night in my carriage.
Stool eating grape drink laudanum.
cut his throat, cut the uterus and left the corpse in the street.
I heard a laugh, come from above, and on top of a tower a creature dressed in white looking at me with yellow irises, lion.
wasted no time to wonder what had evoked.
had long scarlet hair, so that loads the dim light of night streets of London seemed to moss green, or bluish.
- I too was once like you. I just wanted to love, now I am a goddess of death. You're not only Lelouch, shake my hand. The
grabbed, held her to me.
became his accomplice. Distinction between good and evil, human and bestial, they were behind me: I was a god who gave their lives during the day, took it off at night. I was a man who had gone too far, and now courting death, and it was reciprocated.
She taught me everything there was to know, on the darkest recesses of the human soul. The depths of my twisted mental images are outlined in that they tended to sink into the earth, a perfect reminder of the alchemical symbols and mystery that I was interested in youth.
resumed reading. With the help of the goddess of death came to the heart of creation, where there is missing the last piece, only the last, and everything else disappears, becomes flesh.
meat.
Blood.
Viscera.
Heat.
I hated, hated, hated, hated, hated.
were children who did not want, then I would satisfy their wishes, tearing away at the same time, their bellies, their happiness, their lives.
I cut my hair, foul with blood made them short, over the shoulder.
Then one day my niece went missing. He lost an eye, did not allow me to review it.
Next to her there 'was a butler dressed in black.
The girl did not tell me anything.
His expression was distant and cold. The expression of "that ' man ".
I wanted to die. Because she had saved, and not 'what' man '? Why look at me that way, as if his eyes to know, tell me that I should not lift a finger to his daughter?
I had to kill her. How Phantomhive became the dog of the Queen, and was on my trail.
I played with her, watching her and to what extent that Butler would be pushed, convinced that he is elusive: how could a girl of twelve, little Nunnally, who was playing on my lap and always beats chess?
however, was the daughter of "that ' man ". He had even his melancholy: unlike him, was unable to hide it.
I had to kill her.
didn 't have done, and not weakness.
The goddess of death who was next to me could not support this betrayal, and has taken my life.
not know peace.
a god I'm a monster.
Make me a demon, so it can sink into the fire.
So I can continue to hate "What 'man' forever, burning at the memory of his smile and his eyes green and nice.
"Quell 'man,' which I love.
... Suzaku
>--->---
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Mountains Piano Sheet
[Code Geass / Kuroshitsuji] Monsieur Red 1 / 2.
Series: Code Geass / Kuroshitsuji, namely: Suzaku and Lelouch in the shoes of two Victorian characters in this manga. \u0026lt;3
Rating: R (scene of an autopsy, Madness), angst (who has read the manga understand the fly). Disclaimers
: Kuroshitsuji belongs to its manga, Lelouch-Suzaku, Euphemia, Nunnally to CLAMP.
Notes: Idea balenatami head in an afternoon. I had to make the appropriate changes (I've come to love even more the original story), but all thoughts of Madame Red have been reported in the text. Obviously the historical and mythical, stereotyped, as in the manga. \u0026lt;3
Spoiler: Chapters 8 - 12 of Kuroshitsuji (at a guess). They are heavy, they reveal the reasons behind Jack The Ripper version of that manga.
Ps: For those who have not read Kuroshitsuji, Count Phantomhive I'm talking about here is not the boy, Ciel, which the butler in black at his side. Indeed these events in the manga are shown in a flashback, and we're talking about the father of Heaven. Instead of Heaven I had to put someone else, Code Geass.
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When I met him the first time I was 15.
Al sole i miei capelli vibravano dei toni più cupi del rosso, tra le ciocche mogano che mi piovevano lisce ai lati del viso. They were long the shoulder blades, kept constantly in order to be a tail down. I hated them.
I hated my red hair, which was for my father. I hated the red.
My sister, Euphemia, was suffering from asthma. I wanted to become a doctor soon, so that it can cure. I envied the color of Her hair, that of our mother. Euphemia was two years younger, the light of my eyes, ethereal and sunny at the same time, worried about me and my taciturn. I adored her.
As I saw him the first time I was 15.
I was a kid, he is a friend of my father, who hated, and through him I hated myself. But he was different. It was the first time someone close to my father I was not hateful.
Was it the way he look as if everything was fragile and precious, and that way he had to smile, as if no one else knew how to be kind in the world, if not him.
front of that 'man loses words. And myself.
love made me a prisoner before they had a name to name my jailer. I was unable to suspect the nature of the thrill, the thoughts that I was on him at night, when everything was silent.
When a boy is not man, and does not know how to channel the desire, and a proper name, an 'image and become the absolute destruction of the' soul and body, all intertwined 'height of the heart.
One day, we were alone for a few minutes, he looked at me and his eyes weighed on me as if I should die as soon as he finished speaking.
- Why do you keep your hair so long?
- Why am I not as good as my sister. Are red.
For me the world began and ended there.
- There is nothing shameful in being different from each other, is what makes you you! - Dicendomelo smiled, destroying all my defense, then continued as if I was a child - Lelouch's hair is really beautiful, just like the red color of the pistils of the lilies in bloom. You should believe more in yourself.
Me touched them at your fingertips.
As soon as I was alone, and in front of the mirror, I cut the fringe, leaving irregular above the line of Eyebrows: my eyes were shining in the mirror, a happiness unknown.
My eyes had no more veils. Falls were the defenses of 'childhood.
I began to love my red hair, which was for my father. I began to love the red.
I fell in love even more passionately for "the man".
I knew that we could never be together, and I did not care. One day I would inherit everything from my father, then we would be friends and business associates.
The next time, the waitress announced: 'My lord, the Count Phantomhive arrived'. Courses in the mirror, checked to be at my best, and he was happy where I went. I was dressed in red: the color that he liked, what I love him, I loved more than anything else, what was the symbol of my rebirth in his love. I was his.
My sister was beaming.
My sister was holding his arm.
My sister smiled at me.
- Lelouch Ah, you're here. I have a wonderful news for you ...
The man I loved more than anyone else would marry her sister whom I loved more than any other.
wore red, the color that I loved, to marry. My sister had a wedding dress white, slender as a lily. He was an 'absolute elegance, was at his side like an impenetrable tower.
I could not take my eyes off them, let their image be happy imprimesse indelibly in my soul. I suffered, but said nothing. I was not even aware of what was killing me.
smiled, joked, and the tears that stung my eyes every now and then, they were just moved. If the two people she loved most were happy, then I'd be.
So should have been.
a beautiful baby girl was born, I was the clutching, just came into the world. I envied my sister for woman had been able to marry "that 'man', clinging to him in the dark in an orgasm, keep her precious child in the womb for months, and then offer it.
shook daughter Euphemia and 'what' man 'in his arms, gently by cleaning your face. I said to my sister, who had his nose "that 'man' e. ..
I began to hate the red. Since then, I started going to parties that I hated more, dressed in the most fashionable and flamboyant, always red. I do not remember when it started, but people call me Monsieur took Red.
Participated Night revels and secrets of 'high society, in the form. I used to and I let my body would use: pleasure and pain I gave to my pride, indulging in acts of unbridled lust. There 'was erotic game before whom I tirassi back and enters the' elite of the society of sex, where they all pretend to be just automatons, dolls without a soul. The mask that he wore black lenses of glass. This did, to the other: my head was a mask with butterfly wings, and long red hair. Before
'dawn came home in a carriage alone.
Meanwhile studied. I managed to get that license that I earned the Doctor from complete anathema of my father.
I went to my sister's house, I played on his knees on the floor with my niece and her cousin, awaiting the return of "that 'man," who leaned on his wife and children, smiling like a cherub. They were kind to me, even though the care of "that 'man' was always shrouded in a veil of detachment. This helped me not make me illusion.
I watched them from afar.
My young sister and others, my lovely niece, were all people that I loved so much, that I could not have more.
But I've always felt inside of me, a consuming passion. I wondered if he had noticed it. Euphemia was totally all 'obscure. Almost ruined the whole first day that he and I found ourselves alone in the living room of his house. I could not keep quiet, I could not speak. My father had died, I was already factored in all respects. We were two equal at last.
talked about work. I gave the best answers, I had all the information, including what he thought of having to provide. I was amazed. Emotion on her face that lasted a while, but I caught that, used com 'I was studying his face, his gestures, the way his eyes seemed to change shades of green.
We were two murders and two rescuers, in our own way. I knew what are the Phantomhive: the dogs of the Queen, who do the dirty work to smooth wrinkles on the face of concern of His Majesty, acting in the silence, answering only to their absolute duty. The family was at his ring finger as a chain that binds him, invisible to his mission.
I was born a Count with a job, which she did scandal and drew eyes on my person, his already eccentric.
We were two dangerous men.
have never been able to understand him what he thought of me, beyond the polite facade, beyond the fact that I was a brother of his beloved wife el 'man who had made birth to their daughter.
Eventually, I married a girl I met at a party. He was in love with me, was so honest and pure. I was honest with her: "I love an 'other person', I said. She shook her head and smiling he said it did not matter.
Her hair was a red light, between a blonde and orange. I wanted to be a good husband for her, though I could not love her. She had, though not completely, and this was fine.
Crumbs are the food that you just a sweetheart.
I stopped even participate in clubs partying, not to humiliate her: the string beds, they always try first to his pleasure. I concentrated on home life and my work. She became pregnant. It was a good wife, took care of me, and part of me was really happy. The other, remained buried in silence, and felt that it was all wrong. Until one day I stayed with an excuse to work, she got into a cab to go to the party with her best friend, and an accident killed her, and with it my son eight months in her womb.
I wanted to be me to open up his body for autopsy by himself. In the room, the only sounds were my own and those of the pipes in the ceiling. Remove the child already formed, inert, wiped the blood, the rest in a white sheet.
My hands do not shaking, but the knife plunged into his body as the sense of guilt in my heart.
I was relieved. I could not lie to me. I was relieved that it happened.
my wife's body was cold and hard under his fingers, he had no signs, had one hit in the head. Her skin was immaculate except for the cuts of my tools. And I worked a long time, with precision, a clear mind.
I wondered how I could be so calm, and stitched her uterus, with a red thread.
I had no answers, I stopped asking myself the question.
continued to mend, with attention, I cleaned, I left in the hands of vestors, which would have been able to restore at least the semblance of life the corpse of both, with clothes and makeup. Rouge, dressed in white like the 'angel who was the baby in swaddling clothes and closed just as white as a butterfly boiled in' boiling water before they can be born.
I spent the night walking through the empty house, opening all the windows. The curtains were blown by the wind: they were ghosts who were trying to get in? What a funny thought ... They had better get out!
walking through the 'darkness.
The next day, in the afternoon, the funeral took place. I stood without shedding a tear. Euphemia was at my side, silent, weeping for me, murmuring words of kindness, believing you need them, believing that this could sweeten things up.
"That 'man' was not there.
squeezed the hands of my sister, looked into his eyes, thanked her, when all was finished. Forced her to go home, reassuring her. I had to insist on appealing to the thought of his daughter, and finally the 'I won.
I locked myself in the room, I dropped into boiling water, without pain, until it became cold, in contact with the skin reddened. I wore the red silk robe, I went to bed, falling asleep to 'moment. Since that night I had no memory of the dreams that I did, I just open my eyes, like a 'soul had a dead body every day I was, and at the same time someone else in me, instead of me.
business or for other noble common in health facilities. Praised me for my charity, I did not give the slightest weight to those voices.
Euphemia was to get me out of the rim and from work, inviting me to the tenth birthday of his daughter.
I did not want to go.
yielded.
While I was in the carriage, my mind was blank, just a dull throb, at the 'height of the heart that betrayed me in reliving something, even in pain, the thought of seeing "what' man."
I was so taken by what he crawled in closed rooms of the 'soul that I did not notice the strange color of the sky. The carriage stopped suddenly, startled I opened the door and jumped down.
The house was wrapped in the color that I hated.
That day, the 'Phantomhive entire family was murdered by someone.
The house was completely destroyed by fire.
The bodies of my sister and the man were in a horrible state.
There 'was no trace of the girl's.
lost everything I loved, everything disappeared in a place that I could not reach.
I was devastated.
And at the same time, I envied my sister had died with the man she loved.
as survivors I would have to bear the burden of going forward.
>--->---
Wee can dye by it, if not live by love.
- John Donne.
Series: Code Geass / Kuroshitsuji, namely: Suzaku and Lelouch in the shoes of two Victorian characters in this manga. \u0026lt;3
Rating: R (scene of an autopsy, Madness), angst (who has read the manga understand the fly). Disclaimers
: Kuroshitsuji belongs to its manga, Lelouch-Suzaku, Euphemia, Nunnally to CLAMP.
Notes: Idea balenatami head in an afternoon. I had to make the appropriate changes (I've come to love even more the original story), but all thoughts of Madame Red have been reported in the text. Obviously the historical and mythical, stereotyped, as in the manga. \u0026lt;3
Spoiler: Chapters 8 - 12 of Kuroshitsuji (at a guess). They are heavy, they reveal the reasons behind Jack The Ripper version of that manga.
Ps: For those who have not read Kuroshitsuji, Count Phantomhive I'm talking about here is not the boy, Ciel, which the butler in black at his side. Indeed these events in the manga are shown in a flashback, and we're talking about the father of Heaven. Instead of Heaven I had to put someone else, Code Geass.
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When I met him the first time I was 15.
Al sole i miei capelli vibravano dei toni più cupi del rosso, tra le ciocche mogano che mi piovevano lisce ai lati del viso. They were long the shoulder blades, kept constantly in order to be a tail down. I hated them.
I hated my red hair, which was for my father. I hated the red.
My sister, Euphemia, was suffering from asthma. I wanted to become a doctor soon, so that it can cure. I envied the color of Her hair, that of our mother. Euphemia was two years younger, the light of my eyes, ethereal and sunny at the same time, worried about me and my taciturn. I adored her.
As I saw him the first time I was 15.
I was a kid, he is a friend of my father, who hated, and through him I hated myself. But he was different. It was the first time someone close to my father I was not hateful.
Was it the way he look as if everything was fragile and precious, and that way he had to smile, as if no one else knew how to be kind in the world, if not him.
front of that 'man loses words. And myself.
love made me a prisoner before they had a name to name my jailer. I was unable to suspect the nature of the thrill, the thoughts that I was on him at night, when everything was silent.
When a boy is not man, and does not know how to channel the desire, and a proper name, an 'image and become the absolute destruction of the' soul and body, all intertwined 'height of the heart.
One day, we were alone for a few minutes, he looked at me and his eyes weighed on me as if I should die as soon as he finished speaking.
- Why do you keep your hair so long?
- Why am I not as good as my sister. Are red.
For me the world began and ended there.
- There is nothing shameful in being different from each other, is what makes you you! - Dicendomelo smiled, destroying all my defense, then continued as if I was a child - Lelouch's hair is really beautiful, just like the red color of the pistils of the lilies in bloom. You should believe more in yourself.
Me touched them at your fingertips.
As soon as I was alone, and in front of the mirror, I cut the fringe, leaving irregular above the line of Eyebrows: my eyes were shining in the mirror, a happiness unknown.
My eyes had no more veils. Falls were the defenses of 'childhood.
I began to love my red hair, which was for my father. I began to love the red.
I fell in love even more passionately for "the man".
I knew that we could never be together, and I did not care. One day I would inherit everything from my father, then we would be friends and business associates.
The next time, the waitress announced: 'My lord, the Count Phantomhive arrived'. Courses in the mirror, checked to be at my best, and he was happy where I went. I was dressed in red: the color that he liked, what I love him, I loved more than anything else, what was the symbol of my rebirth in his love. I was his.
My sister was beaming.
My sister was holding his arm.
My sister smiled at me.
- Lelouch Ah, you're here. I have a wonderful news for you ...
The man I loved more than anyone else would marry her sister whom I loved more than any other.
wore red, the color that I loved, to marry. My sister had a wedding dress white, slender as a lily. He was an 'absolute elegance, was at his side like an impenetrable tower.
I could not take my eyes off them, let their image be happy imprimesse indelibly in my soul. I suffered, but said nothing. I was not even aware of what was killing me.
smiled, joked, and the tears that stung my eyes every now and then, they were just moved. If the two people she loved most were happy, then I'd be.
So should have been.
a beautiful baby girl was born, I was the clutching, just came into the world. I envied my sister for woman had been able to marry "that 'man', clinging to him in the dark in an orgasm, keep her precious child in the womb for months, and then offer it.
shook daughter Euphemia and 'what' man 'in his arms, gently by cleaning your face. I said to my sister, who had his nose "that 'man' e. ..
I began to hate the red. Since then, I started going to parties that I hated more, dressed in the most fashionable and flamboyant, always red. I do not remember when it started, but people call me Monsieur took Red.
Participated Night revels and secrets of 'high society, in the form. I used to and I let my body would use: pleasure and pain I gave to my pride, indulging in acts of unbridled lust. There 'was erotic game before whom I tirassi back and enters the' elite of the society of sex, where they all pretend to be just automatons, dolls without a soul. The mask that he wore black lenses of glass. This did, to the other: my head was a mask with butterfly wings, and long red hair. Before
'dawn came home in a carriage alone.
Meanwhile studied. I managed to get that license that I earned the Doctor from complete anathema of my father.
I went to my sister's house, I played on his knees on the floor with my niece and her cousin, awaiting the return of "that 'man," who leaned on his wife and children, smiling like a cherub. They were kind to me, even though the care of "that 'man' was always shrouded in a veil of detachment. This helped me not make me illusion.
I watched them from afar.
My young sister and others, my lovely niece, were all people that I loved so much, that I could not have more.
But I've always felt inside of me, a consuming passion. I wondered if he had noticed it. Euphemia was totally all 'obscure. Almost ruined the whole first day that he and I found ourselves alone in the living room of his house. I could not keep quiet, I could not speak. My father had died, I was already factored in all respects. We were two equal at last.
talked about work. I gave the best answers, I had all the information, including what he thought of having to provide. I was amazed. Emotion on her face that lasted a while, but I caught that, used com 'I was studying his face, his gestures, the way his eyes seemed to change shades of green.
We were two murders and two rescuers, in our own way. I knew what are the Phantomhive: the dogs of the Queen, who do the dirty work to smooth wrinkles on the face of concern of His Majesty, acting in the silence, answering only to their absolute duty. The family was at his ring finger as a chain that binds him, invisible to his mission.
I was born a Count with a job, which she did scandal and drew eyes on my person, his already eccentric.
We were two dangerous men.
have never been able to understand him what he thought of me, beyond the polite facade, beyond the fact that I was a brother of his beloved wife el 'man who had made birth to their daughter.
Eventually, I married a girl I met at a party. He was in love with me, was so honest and pure. I was honest with her: "I love an 'other person', I said. She shook her head and smiling he said it did not matter.
Her hair was a red light, between a blonde and orange. I wanted to be a good husband for her, though I could not love her. She had, though not completely, and this was fine.
Crumbs are the food that you just a sweetheart.
I stopped even participate in clubs partying, not to humiliate her: the string beds, they always try first to his pleasure. I concentrated on home life and my work. She became pregnant. It was a good wife, took care of me, and part of me was really happy. The other, remained buried in silence, and felt that it was all wrong. Until one day I stayed with an excuse to work, she got into a cab to go to the party with her best friend, and an accident killed her, and with it my son eight months in her womb.
I wanted to be me to open up his body for autopsy by himself. In the room, the only sounds were my own and those of the pipes in the ceiling. Remove the child already formed, inert, wiped the blood, the rest in a white sheet.
My hands do not shaking, but the knife plunged into his body as the sense of guilt in my heart.
I was relieved. I could not lie to me. I was relieved that it happened.
my wife's body was cold and hard under his fingers, he had no signs, had one hit in the head. Her skin was immaculate except for the cuts of my tools. And I worked a long time, with precision, a clear mind.
I wondered how I could be so calm, and stitched her uterus, with a red thread.
I had no answers, I stopped asking myself the question.
continued to mend, with attention, I cleaned, I left in the hands of vestors, which would have been able to restore at least the semblance of life the corpse of both, with clothes and makeup. Rouge, dressed in white like the 'angel who was the baby in swaddling clothes and closed just as white as a butterfly boiled in' boiling water before they can be born.
I spent the night walking through the empty house, opening all the windows. The curtains were blown by the wind: they were ghosts who were trying to get in? What a funny thought ... They had better get out!
walking through the 'darkness.
The next day, in the afternoon, the funeral took place. I stood without shedding a tear. Euphemia was at my side, silent, weeping for me, murmuring words of kindness, believing you need them, believing that this could sweeten things up.
"That 'man' was not there.
squeezed the hands of my sister, looked into his eyes, thanked her, when all was finished. Forced her to go home, reassuring her. I had to insist on appealing to the thought of his daughter, and finally the 'I won.
I locked myself in the room, I dropped into boiling water, without pain, until it became cold, in contact with the skin reddened. I wore the red silk robe, I went to bed, falling asleep to 'moment. Since that night I had no memory of the dreams that I did, I just open my eyes, like a 'soul had a dead body every day I was, and at the same time someone else in me, instead of me.
business or for other noble common in health facilities. Praised me for my charity, I did not give the slightest weight to those voices.
Euphemia was to get me out of the rim and from work, inviting me to the tenth birthday of his daughter.
I did not want to go.
yielded.
While I was in the carriage, my mind was blank, just a dull throb, at the 'height of the heart that betrayed me in reliving something, even in pain, the thought of seeing "what' man."
I was so taken by what he crawled in closed rooms of the 'soul that I did not notice the strange color of the sky. The carriage stopped suddenly, startled I opened the door and jumped down.
The house was wrapped in the color that I hated.
That day, the 'Phantomhive entire family was murdered by someone.
The house was completely destroyed by fire.
The bodies of my sister and the man were in a horrible state.
There 'was no trace of the girl's.
lost everything I loved, everything disappeared in a place that I could not reach.
I was devastated.
And at the same time, I envied my sister had died with the man she loved.
as survivors I would have to bear the burden of going forward.
>--->---
Wee can dye by it, if not live by love.
- John Donne.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Funbrain Poptropica 2
[(AU) Code Geass] Imbranato
Series: Code Geass , but it is completely AU. ^ ^
Pairing: Suzaku x Lelouch , of course . (There are a pairing, are a drug).
Rating: R (just because a little bit here and there is strong). Melancholy icing, three kilograms of ammorre, a liter of Lulu that haunts Suzy. All prepared on the notes of Imbranato , Tiziano Ferro.
Note1: betata was not, settle.
Note2: In the midst of the moment Code Geass fanfic I was pg with others, sorry,![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_tvWu-z58bWQlujaT07-EcKbh9gsFKoayI9k9ioVF5aPWC3fUbkpo7PWqdH8FAcZP-7HIXz8frZjyJAjknpwEHQ_Ftj1xw_eeZzuGACJraEfh5TPA=s0-d)
dhely . Compensate for the length and I hope the beauty of these two lovebirds. Happy birthday.
Note3: They do not belong to me. CLAMP have created them mothers. PERO 'because they have left to the delight Sunrise seemed that they could manage as best they can, I think the least we can do the same too, no? (With all that I can write yaoi fanservice het SuzaLulu for the rest of my days, then ). Britannia Villa obviously does not exist, I do not think I ever even see from outside those wonderful homes on the Appia Antica, but they were years I wanted to write something on it.
Note4: The sequence of the trickle of juice apricot @ neera_pendragon , which goes raving my gratitude for not killing me when I pulled into the maelstrom SuzaLulu, to write together , often late at night and then starting to rant about these two.
Nota5: If you get to read it thoroughly you'll also have time to comment, and plz, I really like your comments * _ *.
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Rome.
Enclosed by stone walls and hedges of jasmine, a villa: neoclassical structure, intricate decor now sober hours as those of a dream, tree-lined boulevards, elegant arcades, Roman copies of Greek statues on the terraces, stone bodies that have observed for decades on human affairs, the guardians of the secret worlds of many, many times, an English garden, all around, so irregular that it seems a park, or a labyrinth, with its paths Hidden umbrellas and intricate leaves and trunks, flowers. Near the back entrance of the house, a patio, a large swimming pool with a gazebo Liberty style, the chairs, climbing plants.
Villa Britannia.
Suzaku was a gentle soul person. He fought hard and had a childhood, there was just very early, but not had it in for anyone, not even the sky. A certain quiet tenderness made him particularly attentive to everything that needed love, he had excellent memory for detail, good character's win over the confidence of employers, and an ability to sweat and patience did the rest.
He began working the case for a nursery near his home on the outskirts, then was hired by a firm of professional gardening and had worked so hard and well that when there was to send a boy trusted an old friend who worked for the Roman high society, was chosen him. A
use as a residence in Villa Britannia was an honor as well as prestige. He belonged to an English family for at least four generations, the owners were titrated in Britain. Suzaku did not know what to expect, and the idea that if they did by going there the first time faded instantly. Received him most, who had asked there, and who introduced him to one of the masters: the elder brother of the four (one with a German name that Suzaku would not have been able to write), blonde with blue eyes and pale. He was very courteous, and penny. A quick welcome, then Max took him immediately to see where was the dependence of service, where the instruments, to finally show the English garden, pointing to the names of plants and flowering seasons. Suzaku had heard all in silence, memorizing.
The house had the charm of a quiet, peaceful place, surrounded by greenery and away from the bustle of Rome, where the ruins of the age Imperial are scattered like gravel.
Its tasks were simple indeed. He had to open his mouth only with responsible, never to look at the house, do not disturb the owners, keep the pool clean, and do everything that we needed to do. There were even
animals in residence, and very often it was almost empty except for staff. Except when there were parties. And these were of two types: those of the younger son and the others.
The youngest son, Lelouch, was particularly generous, and very exuberant. When inviting people went on all night, and the next day the garden was a mess. Usually clean up after the feasting was the responsibility of Massimo. He worked there for four years, and slept in the servants' annexe two nights a week, but Sunday morning was to fix the damage of the exuberance of the boys: it was hard work to be done quickly, efficiently and confidentially as possible.
was 25 July, Suzaku had just turned 23, and got up at three in the morning, to stay in Britain at Villa ten to four: Max was sick, had asked him to replace the previous evening .
The request had a little 'surprises, could hide himself a bit of anxiety was a huge responsibility ... After a year that saw the villa six days a week, did not cross any of the owners, merely doing his duty in the garden, and leaving Max and the other gardeners all the responsibility of the contact with the British.
He accepted, despite reservations: Massimo would not have left in the lurch. He had put his uniform, white gloves, a hat hanging on your belt. Some already singing bird, the garden was quiet. He knew who had been fired at one o'clock all the servants, and had to finish everything by ten.
Max had told him, with a shrug, that usually there were few people out at that hour, which worked well without disturbing anyone. So Suzaku had started work, patrolling first the more distant parts of the residence, finally approaching the pool. Was collecting empty bottles of wine, beer and spirits leave anywhere near the deck chair when he heard some footsteps, and voices. He kept his head down. Max had told him that he had never seen Lelouch closely.
The probability of him that night we just had to do was zero. But if he had seen him off only if approached. So Suzaku kept his head bowed, a little 'discretion for a while' is not interested in anything that he could see.
After about ten minutes, however, curiosity got the better: the three people who were there, only heard two voices.
The sky had just begun to lighten, street lights were all turned on by the pool, not to mention the lights under water. He saw a boy very thin, dark-haired, walking on the paved poolside He had a white shirt unbuttoned, his bare feet, and a bottle of something in his hand, which sometimes took a few sips. Lelouch had to be him. Suzaku could feel it, had something different from the other two, a girl from the groin miniskirt, and a little boy who was a fool, talking loudly.
continued to collect waste: how many people had been invited? At least twenty people, looking at a guess all the work that needed to be done. The house was dark and quiet, the parking lot was almost empty, should have been only those two guests, along with the young master of the house. They made the sunrise, then they would go to bed, slept until lunch time to wake up with food on the table, with the only concern to choose how to spend money in the afternoon.
He felt envy, or resentment, Suzaku. He wondered how could only be living like this. He was not sure he would have liked, it was not even tempted to try. After all, it was fine now, had no financial problems, the work was enough for many small things, and set aside at the end of the month.
The three sat on the wooden deck chairs. Suzaku raked in a corner of the pool is completely ignored, as if it were a plant, or a vase, placed there for decoration. Still only two entries, the third, that of Lelouch, interposed only occasionally. Suzaku stole another look: he was laid back, and stopped to bring the bottle to his lips, leaving yet another empty waste land.
had something ... sad? That kind of sadness knew her well. Suzaku shook his head reproachfully for such silly thoughts. The bag was full, rather. I closed it up, came back, putting to one side. He did everything quietly, hoping that his return to those three had disappeared: it would put an uncomfortable having to clean the near them. He had more problems with the attitude of those people there, no one could make him feel inferior. He lived in a third floor apartment, rather than in a paradise-like villa, so what?
When was the driveway, they were still there, but the scene changed slightly: Lelouch was time poolside, watching the water, and seemed quiet despite being in a precarious position, and who knows what he must have drunk crap . The other two seemed to really worry about.
Suzaku heard an alarm bell, just before Lelouch really fell into the water.
E 'started it all for your whim.
I did not trust ... it was just sex.
muscles yelled to take the brain where it had stopped him: had no business His was not his affair. But the other two did not move, and rapidly approaching the pool heard loud comments about clothing brand that could not get ruined as well. Did not stay longer, he left everything he had in his hand and jumped into the water.
grabbed the other boy, pressed it to his chest, and re-emerging with a hand held to the board, giving itself a vigorous push with his legs. Easily lifted him poolside, and it was just outside, dripping wet and under shok for what he had seen. She worried tinker, gave little patting the cheek of the young dark-haired, the other said something Suzaku's brain would not understand. They seemed too affected by alcohol and by the evening, but did not show a particular concern.
A quick glance, however, was enough to seriously worry about Suzaku: Lelouch did not move. Ignoring the other two took off the gloves, took her face in her hands, joined their mouths, forcing air into his lungs, he pulled up, pressed her hands together naked on the sternum, rhythmically. After a few moments
coughing, Suzaku turned it on its side, he saw water and vomiting expand on the stone floor. The hand held forehead, to relieve stress, and stroked his back. He understood why he had not weighed in the arms: compared to him was very, perhaps too thin.
- It 's all right, all right ... - Said her lips up, without noticing.
She took it as a reassurance to her, he rose to his feet, heedless that Suzaku could see from that position ... um ... everything.
- Perfect, then we think you? There is no one inside, and we have to go - said the lip gloss, smiling. The boy beside her nodded, Suzaku, and time to really understand that were giving up their friend to a perfect stranger, had already gone.
Lelouch of the pitiful condition spurred him not to stay there.
He looked around and sighed: it was only to bring him home, ask him what was his bedroom, up to undress, leave it there, and go back down to finish what he had to. He could do it.
passed his fingers through his wet hair, straight hair, holding her head raised to mess with that stuff do not stink that had taken out of the stomach (it was not great, but who knows what he sent down was a terrible smell).
- It 's all right, I'm here. - Said, this time with more determination. Eye color of a strange, strange ( purple! ) rested upon him, out of focus. Suzaku took him in her arms, holding it in an almost possessive. He felt it tremble from weakness and fear. Certainly he was feeling cold, so wet it was. The face
tenderness. He gave a feast for the people, those disgusting. Who would have expected that drowned? He was more upset than he thought. None would have to live like that.
followed the stone walkway to the entrance, which had remained open. Concentrate sull'indovinare as soon as possible bathroom, did little attention to the house full of things, in the shadows at night. Some lamps were lit, the room was in disorder dramatically, there was also a room with pool table, the sticks were sleepers, balls on green velvet in disarray, and there were bottles, cartons, cups scattered everywhere really.
Suzaku wondered how he could clear up all the servants before lunchtime. He knew that they could not set foot in the house until noon, mandatory order for Lelouch, who was asleep after the holidays and did not want to hear noises in the house ... Provisions that absurd!
looked at the semi-unconscious face of the boy who held his arms, and instead of anger, he was thinking I kissed .
A kiss, just one. And it was to save his life! It's not that if would be taken, right? You probably would not remember, but the so-called friends would do him this, and how!
Suzaku cursed the bad luck, but finally found a bathroom. She asked him if he was articulating well throw up again, Lelouch, sitting on cup pad down, shook his head, holding well-placed on the wall. Unfortunately Suzaku was not new to having to watch drunk. He was convinced that he had thrown it all out, but he he was not the nanny, just had to bring it back to bed, and there ended. The
dabbed her hair, strong and delicate at the same time, then the face. He took a towel, put it pour over his shoulder, and then a second, which wrapped the body lean. The shooting arm, of course I was not able to walk.
Lelouch mumbled something indistinct, Suzaku merely responding.
- A night's sleep and you'll be better. Where is your room? Upstairs?
came a coherent response. Up the stairs, the fifth left. Lelouch kept his head bent over her shoulder, and Suzaku climbed slowly step by step, not too strapazzarli: Lelouch was already sufficiently miserable conditions, even if we had started with his own hands.
He expected the room in a mess like the rest of the house, but it was clean and tidy. Probably did not allow anyone to enter. To open the door he had to let him put his feet on the ground, supporting it with his arm around his life.
He accompanied his steps to the bed, threw it across the white towel, very soft, let me lay down. He tried to light a small light, he chose the one on your desk.
Lelouch was lying on his back, on his side, head near the foot of the bed, curled up like a wounded animal.
Well, now he could go. Now ... Suzaku's fingers tapped on the shoulder, piano.
- You have to undress and sleep, okay?
- Mhm mhm.
said that nodding, without opening his eyes, rubbing her cheek against the towel as a pillow to dig more comfortable.
Suzaku opened his mouth, started to speak, closed it dumb. He shook his head, angry with himself (he knew that in one way or the other thing that would bring trouble), but could not help but get to undress: shirt, belt, pants .. . Oh, it was not underwear. Suzaku blushed and tried not to look, gently dabbed the skin, drying it. The massaged muscles numb, trying to restore his sensitivity and warmth.
- Get up, you have to lie down under the sheets.
As envisioned, it was useless. Lelouch was where it was, and also let fly a look confusing, but precise enough to make him suspect that he was returning, albeit slowly, in itself. It was better hurry up and disappear. Pulled back the covers curled up under the mattress and the pillow, took him in her arms again, and laid him with his head on the pillow, tucking the sheets. So should be fine. She watched him and found him so beautiful that, stupidly, would have been willing to look at rest.
Stupid really.
But sex is an attitude
Like art in general
And maybe I understand and I'm here .
was good as Suzaku few things had ever seen.
not only wanted to see him stay.
He wanted something else. And he had also kissed. What did it taste those lips? The chlorine had already stopped to hear it. He would never know. But he had kissed, kissed ...
He turned his head, striving to see it again, look to the lamp. Before he could move, however, felt grasp hand. Reluctantly turned back.
Lelouch of violet eyes were fixed on his, seemed to have recovered, and was not quite so pale.
forced him to swallow the saliva suddenly abundant. He touched the skin until a couple of minutes before, through the towel. As she felt under his fingers, his mouth? As he moaned, enjoyed?
- What happened?
- Have you had a little 'too, made a splash in the pool. Now you're in your room. He tried to pull
fingers from those of the prince, to no avail. He did not dare insist. The thing was starting to bother him too much, he did not like, but could not come off. Had become accustomed to their imbranataggine, we have to be patient.
- Oh yeah? And you have brought me here.
nodded, not trusting his voice. He could not have anything to do with those people, did not understand them, did not intend to start thinking. He worked there and that's it.
Lelouch touched her head with the other hand, contracting the features into a grimace of pain.
- Coca Cola.
He made a vague gesture toward a point of the room, Suzaku jumped at the opportunity to stop the heat contact between them. He saw a can on a table, opened it and handed it to him. Lelouch raised himself on one elbow, took one breath, licking his lips. Slipped hand it to him, saving him the trouble to speak again.
- I have to go sir. - Dry said, looking at the door - Set yourself.
- Suzaku?
Struck, was forced to watch it again. Lelouch smiled.
- As you know my name?
- Call Lelouch. I heard Max call the other day.
- Ma ..
- Suzaku, I was wondering one thing. Sorry
know if I try to insist
becomes unbearable.
was the moment of his life that Suzaku would remember the next day, such as: escape thrown away. He would have to shake my head, say something for the occasion (which would have been impossible, was not able ), and then exit the room from the Villa, retrieve the gloves in the garden, continue to collect bottles and rubbish, tidy up, then disconnect, go to the post office to pay taxes, go home, cook something, a few hours sleep, see what was in the cinema, watching strut, having dinner with popcorn, then to bed at ten , because the next day had another day's work. Instead
had stayed there, listening.
But I love you ... I love you ... I love
Here we go again ... ok, is ancient, but I love you.
And sorry if I love you and if you know
two months or so
- Would you come to bed with me? I do not think I should pay you.
Suzaku had so many degrading things in his life, but never, never, he felt humiliated as at that time.
And sorry if I do not speak up
But if you do not cry I die I do not know if
know that I love ... .
remembered that he muttered something in reply, her voice trembling.
And I'm sorry if I laugh, I look at you from the embarrassment
yield, fixed and tremble at the thought of having you next
and feel your only .
The words were irregular exit throat, like a broken laugh. It was a delirium of drunkenness. It did not mean anything. It would mean
anything with or without a hangover.
defenses of Suzaku had closed like a clam, so violent. Not only his pride, but something else, something that should not have been involved with a stranger: her feelings. What did he ever Lelouch? Seduction? Fun or, worse, ridicule? Need for affection? What could he know?
you feel when what is believed to armor melts in an instant, like a sheet of ice only an inch thick?
She would gladly have sex with him ...
And I'm excited that I speak here
... I am a geek .
... just sex.
What came out from the lips of Suzaku was not even remotely close to what would later recalled, that is: a small whisper. It was, in fact, a sharp response and half-shouted, furious, indignant.
Hello ... how are you? Useless question!
But I love makes me predictable .
The next day, while picking fruit from one of the apricot trees, had just approached him, Lelouch. Him some questions about the incident of the night, Suzaku answered in monosyllables or so, standing on its own. Failed to ask how you felt, out of delicacy rather than indifference. He just simply respond and, on top of the stairs, feeling the fruit with bare hands to decide what was right and what is not. Work under the hat's green eyes glowed, lit by bright light and the concentration, the sweat was sliding on his temples: the hairline was dark brown, and the humidity made them sweat slightly moved.
It was very hot, and the proximity of the other guy made him shake. He avoided looking down, except when the answer, with a polite gentleman every sentence, deliberately ignoring the request made by Lelouch to address him, the night before. Suzaku Lelouch did not know whether he remembered, and how and what: he behaved as usual, did not ask to be called by name, in his attitude there was a shadow of shame or modesty. It was enough to assuage the doubts of Suzaku. He was only a dull
tension, while he continued to feel up the apricots, rummaging through the grapes and leaves. Lelouch was silent, watching him, Suzaku tried not to show embarrassment.
With the sun beating down there were no shadows to conceal anything, nor a wisp of wind. It was a perfect day for to lie on the sand, the sea, with no thoughts in head and only the pulse of your body.
Everything was still, except bees and the chirping of cicadas deafening.
- Passamene one.
- My hands are dirty, sir - said, hoping to dissuade him enough.
- Never mind.
Suzaku looked at the basket, looking for the most beautiful and stretched the arm holding it at your fingertips. Lelouch's eyes met, and even their fingers touched. An electric shock passed over his back, he hastened to resume what he was doing.
- Hmm, is good - felt, along with the sounds of the lips and tongue that can taste as you do.
not resisted, consumed by curiosity, and ended up turning around: it took that phrase. It was locked.
A trickle of juice, the right side of his mouth. Ran, blocked any thought of something else while Suzaku. The empty mind, fixed that act on that language, lazy, flashed, catching the liquid fast of temptation.
Lelouch opened his eyes, bit her lower lip, smiled: - Why do not you leave me this basket at the front of the pool?
Suzaku nodded, waited for the other leaves to remove the cap, wipe the back of his hand on his forehead. Hovered on the fingertips feeling a touch, so light that he could imagine. It was hot, probably. Maybe it was better to break. She worked with more vigor, to finish at least the tree. His movements were precise as before, but his head was elsewhere. Finished
all descended from the ladder, took the basket. He kept his eyes down approaching the house, Lelouch, fearing that he could look out the window of his room. Forecast wrong heard noises in the water, began dell'idiota for not just noticed the clothes, just before, Lelouch was wearing, now abandoned in bulk on a deck chair. And Lelouch
emerged from the water, crossing his arms on board, looking at him with a cheeky smile. Worse still, he pulled up, sat poolside, skinny legs curled to her chest and stood up. Dripping and fully exposed if not for the costume, walked on the grass, up to metterglisi front.
Suzaku did not dare take a step.
Lelouch's wet laid his hand on the forehead, providing the reaction of the other, almost dodged.
- I just want to freshen up - she said, touching her cheeks.
Suzaku's skin was burning, was tanned and sweaty, Lelouch's held the top of the neck in the palms, feeling the blood pulsing rapidly. The other could not do anything with that basket of fruit in hand.
And he knew that Lelouch would not let him fall.
pulled over their lips. A gesture almost childlike, spontaneous.
- Thanks for tonight.
The basket slipped off the fingers that made no objection, he kissed my cheek and disappeared into the house.
The pool was there, silent and blinding mirror.
waves left by Lelouch's body had disappeared, but not its presence.
piano notes were getting into the air constantly, throughout the afternoon.
did not I think of him.
I speak a little, I know it's weird, I drive
plan will be the wind, the weather, will be ... Fire!
And sorry if I love you and if you know
two months or so
She had not seen, even from afar.
There had been no more parties.
After a few months since, Lelouch, quietly and without saying a word, he mounted behind the scooter, helmet on head and ordinary clothes. Suzaku, who had been lost in thought, he looked stunned, his hands on the handlebars. As always it was washed in the dependence of domestic workers, after an afternoon to go back and forth in the park of Villa Britannia, with head bowed and hands never still, watchful eyes on the details.
was in September, one of those Roman evenings of autumn the wind is still warm and the night is yours.
Suzaku had understood. He had turned and was gone. His was a 125 a bit 'old, having carefully. Slowly walked the path of Villa, direct to the gate. Lelouch used to open, your remote control, put it in the pocket of his jacket dark, closed the zipper. He put his hands on his hips Suzaku, remaining soft and relaxed while he drove. Walked along the paved road Appia Nuova, where only scooters and cars had access, and the tall pines punctuated walks on foot or on two wheels.
Suzaku had a very conservative guidance, and wonder of the sunset in that part of Rome gave him even less reason to hurry. The silence between them, then, was unique, and did not want to ruin it for the world.
came at the end of the street, stopped, looked right and left onto the street. It was seized by a doubt.
- Where?
- towards Trastevere, would you like to dine there?
And sorry if I do not speak up
But if you do not cry I die I do not know if
know that I love ...
The hours passed.
The days passed.
They had sex so many times to lose count.
shouted the name of each other, at the height of pleasure.
Lelouch quarreled with his family, Suzaku had understood from some small details. The confirmation in late November, with the double dismissal, Villa Britannia and from work in the firm. The boy responded with a shrug, thinking of the bills to pay and the thirteenth was not coming. Leave or do anything for Christmas, it was impossible.
Lelouch was unable to speak before leaving the Villa for the last time.
He had tried to phone off.
He had left a voicemail message. Three sms by the evening.
His heart had fallen under the feet, the quakes were the corners of the mouth, but did not dare cry. For what? For such a relationship, something that he knew that was not ... nothing ...
He had prepared a plate of spaghetti with butter and Parmesan cheese, if he had forgotten in the pot, had come a shit, and they had just touched. Had turned on the TV in my pajamas. He should check Portaportese, or Internet, or at least put on the washing machines. It would have done immediately, the old Suzaku accustomed to kicking in the stomach, not to lose heart, to rebound with a smile. The Suzaku Lelouch
before. This
, watched the TV with dull eyes. He was alone again, as it had always been, only worse because it was ... Now the loneliness weighed, it was unbearable. Clutching a pillow, cross-legged on the couch, hugged him. We buried his face looking the smell of Lelouch.
Luckily he had not changed the sheets, thank goodness, he would not have endured, to lose even that, as he had lost Lelouch lose ... As he had never could really tighten it to himself, really understand it, talk to them. Force him to open up, to tell him what he felt, to make him confess that it was just sex and nothing more.
was not good at those things, Suzaku. Not at all.
was a nerd. And he knew it. He should not have his way into the story, never let him help include, never get lost in their games in his heat, enjoy snoozing in his mouth and watch it after they had finished with his hands through his dark hair, violet eyes that just sparkled pay between the eyebrows.
All details that come to mind, all together, stunned.
rang the bell, stood up, opened it without asking who he was. It was probably the usual Mr. Luciano, the high of his 80th birthday, he was wrong every time, and instead of buzz the intercom to his daughter. It had to be returned from the first tournament of cards at the bar.
was back in the kitchen, looking for something strong to drink. With a hangover was begun, with a hangover was to end, right? It was a way worthy of completion.
Only a hangover.
It was pouring a glass of Vodka strawberry (they had bought, holy god, together ), who also played the leads. Poured a few drops on the kitchen table, looked around bewildered, not understanding. He left everything there, ran to the door, pulled the latch, opened it.
was Lelouch, with a backpack.
He started to enter, even without permission, Suzaku stopped him, looking into his eyes. He looked serious, deadly serious.
And I'm sorry if I laugh, I give
embarrassment I stare at you and tremble
Lelouch felt insecure as ever in his life. At the same time he had ever wanted anything more strongly, for nothing would fight till the last breath.
sank in the eyes of Suzaku. The items that had been prepared, if it was instantly forgotten. You look horrible
Lelouch would have said the other, trying to break the ice. This
smiled, a smile on the verge of tears.
- Suzaku? I was wondering one thing ... I know it's crazy, but we can live together? Home for the euro, made out to me. I portion of the proceeds of, and a bit 'of money aside. And I've almost finished college.
Silence. Lelouch continued
- I know what you're thinking ...
- No, I do not know.
- I love Suzaku.
The idea of having you next
and feel your only
And I'm excited that I speak here
... And I'm a geek ...
Suzaku hugged him in her arms. The backpack fell to the ground with a soft thud. He took both inside and closed the door, I pushed against Lelouch, passionate kissing so sweetly that her knees gave them both, and still tight kissing again and again, on the floor, until Suzaku not picked him up. Direction? Bedroom.
And then?
late in the evening, Lelouch got to cook something. They were so happy to have talked in fits and starts, in broken phrases. So happy that it took an hour to pull off this simple meal, including a kiss, a caress, a joke and a hug.
Suzaku continued to be a little 'clumsy, and Lelouch did not ask for anything else from life.
Series: Code Geass , but it is completely AU. ^ ^
Pairing: Suzaku x Lelouch , of course . (There are a pairing, are a drug).
Rating: R (just because a little bit here and there is strong). Melancholy icing, three kilograms of ammorre, a liter of Lulu that haunts Suzy. All prepared on the notes of Imbranato , Tiziano Ferro.
Note1: betata was not, settle.
Note2: In the midst of the moment Code Geass fanfic I was pg with others, sorry,
dhely . Compensate for the length and I hope the beauty of these two lovebirds. Happy birthday. Note3: They do not belong to me. CLAMP have created them mothers. PERO 'because they have left to the delight Sunrise seemed that they could manage as best they can, I think the least we can do the same too, no? (With all that I can write yaoi fanservice het SuzaLulu for the rest of my days, then ). Britannia Villa obviously does not exist, I do not think I ever even see from outside those wonderful homes on the Appia Antica, but they were years I wanted to write something on it.
Note4: The sequence of the trickle of juice apricot @
neera_pendragon , which goes raving my gratitude for not killing me when I pulled into the maelstrom SuzaLulu, to write together , often late at night and then starting to rant about these two. Nota5: If you get to read it thoroughly you'll also have time to comment, and plz, I really like your comments * _ *.
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Rome.
Enclosed by stone walls and hedges of jasmine, a villa: neoclassical structure, intricate decor now sober hours as those of a dream, tree-lined boulevards, elegant arcades, Roman copies of Greek statues on the terraces, stone bodies that have observed for decades on human affairs, the guardians of the secret worlds of many, many times, an English garden, all around, so irregular that it seems a park, or a labyrinth, with its paths Hidden umbrellas and intricate leaves and trunks, flowers. Near the back entrance of the house, a patio, a large swimming pool with a gazebo Liberty style, the chairs, climbing plants.
Villa Britannia.
Suzaku was a gentle soul person. He fought hard and had a childhood, there was just very early, but not had it in for anyone, not even the sky. A certain quiet tenderness made him particularly attentive to everything that needed love, he had excellent memory for detail, good character's win over the confidence of employers, and an ability to sweat and patience did the rest.
He began working the case for a nursery near his home on the outskirts, then was hired by a firm of professional gardening and had worked so hard and well that when there was to send a boy trusted an old friend who worked for the Roman high society, was chosen him. A
use as a residence in Villa Britannia was an honor as well as prestige. He belonged to an English family for at least four generations, the owners were titrated in Britain. Suzaku did not know what to expect, and the idea that if they did by going there the first time faded instantly. Received him most, who had asked there, and who introduced him to one of the masters: the elder brother of the four (one with a German name that Suzaku would not have been able to write), blonde with blue eyes and pale. He was very courteous, and penny. A quick welcome, then Max took him immediately to see where was the dependence of service, where the instruments, to finally show the English garden, pointing to the names of plants and flowering seasons. Suzaku had heard all in silence, memorizing.
The house had the charm of a quiet, peaceful place, surrounded by greenery and away from the bustle of Rome, where the ruins of the age Imperial are scattered like gravel.
Its tasks were simple indeed. He had to open his mouth only with responsible, never to look at the house, do not disturb the owners, keep the pool clean, and do everything that we needed to do. There were even
animals in residence, and very often it was almost empty except for staff. Except when there were parties. And these were of two types: those of the younger son and the others.
The youngest son, Lelouch, was particularly generous, and very exuberant. When inviting people went on all night, and the next day the garden was a mess. Usually clean up after the feasting was the responsibility of Massimo. He worked there for four years, and slept in the servants' annexe two nights a week, but Sunday morning was to fix the damage of the exuberance of the boys: it was hard work to be done quickly, efficiently and confidentially as possible.
was 25 July, Suzaku had just turned 23, and got up at three in the morning, to stay in Britain at Villa ten to four: Max was sick, had asked him to replace the previous evening .
The request had a little 'surprises, could hide himself a bit of anxiety was a huge responsibility ... After a year that saw the villa six days a week, did not cross any of the owners, merely doing his duty in the garden, and leaving Max and the other gardeners all the responsibility of the contact with the British.
He accepted, despite reservations: Massimo would not have left in the lurch. He had put his uniform, white gloves, a hat hanging on your belt. Some already singing bird, the garden was quiet. He knew who had been fired at one o'clock all the servants, and had to finish everything by ten.
Max had told him, with a shrug, that usually there were few people out at that hour, which worked well without disturbing anyone. So Suzaku had started work, patrolling first the more distant parts of the residence, finally approaching the pool. Was collecting empty bottles of wine, beer and spirits leave anywhere near the deck chair when he heard some footsteps, and voices. He kept his head down. Max had told him that he had never seen Lelouch closely.
The probability of him that night we just had to do was zero. But if he had seen him off only if approached. So Suzaku kept his head bowed, a little 'discretion for a while' is not interested in anything that he could see.
After about ten minutes, however, curiosity got the better: the three people who were there, only heard two voices.
The sky had just begun to lighten, street lights were all turned on by the pool, not to mention the lights under water. He saw a boy very thin, dark-haired, walking on the paved poolside He had a white shirt unbuttoned, his bare feet, and a bottle of something in his hand, which sometimes took a few sips. Lelouch had to be him. Suzaku could feel it, had something different from the other two, a girl from the groin miniskirt, and a little boy who was a fool, talking loudly.
continued to collect waste: how many people had been invited? At least twenty people, looking at a guess all the work that needed to be done. The house was dark and quiet, the parking lot was almost empty, should have been only those two guests, along with the young master of the house. They made the sunrise, then they would go to bed, slept until lunch time to wake up with food on the table, with the only concern to choose how to spend money in the afternoon.
He felt envy, or resentment, Suzaku. He wondered how could only be living like this. He was not sure he would have liked, it was not even tempted to try. After all, it was fine now, had no financial problems, the work was enough for many small things, and set aside at the end of the month.
The three sat on the wooden deck chairs. Suzaku raked in a corner of the pool is completely ignored, as if it were a plant, or a vase, placed there for decoration. Still only two entries, the third, that of Lelouch, interposed only occasionally. Suzaku stole another look: he was laid back, and stopped to bring the bottle to his lips, leaving yet another empty waste land.
had something ... sad? That kind of sadness knew her well. Suzaku shook his head reproachfully for such silly thoughts. The bag was full, rather. I closed it up, came back, putting to one side. He did everything quietly, hoping that his return to those three had disappeared: it would put an uncomfortable having to clean the near them. He had more problems with the attitude of those people there, no one could make him feel inferior. He lived in a third floor apartment, rather than in a paradise-like villa, so what?
When was the driveway, they were still there, but the scene changed slightly: Lelouch was time poolside, watching the water, and seemed quiet despite being in a precarious position, and who knows what he must have drunk crap . The other two seemed to really worry about.
Suzaku heard an alarm bell, just before Lelouch really fell into the water.
E 'started it all for your whim.
I did not trust ... it was just sex.
muscles yelled to take the brain where it had stopped him: had no business His was not his affair. But the other two did not move, and rapidly approaching the pool heard loud comments about clothing brand that could not get ruined as well. Did not stay longer, he left everything he had in his hand and jumped into the water.
grabbed the other boy, pressed it to his chest, and re-emerging with a hand held to the board, giving itself a vigorous push with his legs. Easily lifted him poolside, and it was just outside, dripping wet and under shok for what he had seen. She worried tinker, gave little patting the cheek of the young dark-haired, the other said something Suzaku's brain would not understand. They seemed too affected by alcohol and by the evening, but did not show a particular concern.
A quick glance, however, was enough to seriously worry about Suzaku: Lelouch did not move. Ignoring the other two took off the gloves, took her face in her hands, joined their mouths, forcing air into his lungs, he pulled up, pressed her hands together naked on the sternum, rhythmically. After a few moments
coughing, Suzaku turned it on its side, he saw water and vomiting expand on the stone floor. The hand held forehead, to relieve stress, and stroked his back. He understood why he had not weighed in the arms: compared to him was very, perhaps too thin.
- It 's all right, all right ... - Said her lips up, without noticing.
She took it as a reassurance to her, he rose to his feet, heedless that Suzaku could see from that position ... um ... everything.
- Perfect, then we think you? There is no one inside, and we have to go - said the lip gloss, smiling. The boy beside her nodded, Suzaku, and time to really understand that were giving up their friend to a perfect stranger, had already gone.
Lelouch of the pitiful condition spurred him not to stay there.
He looked around and sighed: it was only to bring him home, ask him what was his bedroom, up to undress, leave it there, and go back down to finish what he had to. He could do it.
passed his fingers through his wet hair, straight hair, holding her head raised to mess with that stuff do not stink that had taken out of the stomach (it was not great, but who knows what he sent down was a terrible smell).
- It 's all right, I'm here. - Said, this time with more determination. Eye color of a strange, strange ( purple! ) rested upon him, out of focus. Suzaku took him in her arms, holding it in an almost possessive. He felt it tremble from weakness and fear. Certainly he was feeling cold, so wet it was. The face
tenderness. He gave a feast for the people, those disgusting. Who would have expected that drowned? He was more upset than he thought. None would have to live like that.
followed the stone walkway to the entrance, which had remained open. Concentrate sull'indovinare as soon as possible bathroom, did little attention to the house full of things, in the shadows at night. Some lamps were lit, the room was in disorder dramatically, there was also a room with pool table, the sticks were sleepers, balls on green velvet in disarray, and there were bottles, cartons, cups scattered everywhere really.
Suzaku wondered how he could clear up all the servants before lunchtime. He knew that they could not set foot in the house until noon, mandatory order for Lelouch, who was asleep after the holidays and did not want to hear noises in the house ... Provisions that absurd!
looked at the semi-unconscious face of the boy who held his arms, and instead of anger, he was thinking I kissed .
A kiss, just one. And it was to save his life! It's not that if would be taken, right? You probably would not remember, but the so-called friends would do him this, and how!
Suzaku cursed the bad luck, but finally found a bathroom. She asked him if he was articulating well throw up again, Lelouch, sitting on cup pad down, shook his head, holding well-placed on the wall. Unfortunately Suzaku was not new to having to watch drunk. He was convinced that he had thrown it all out, but he he was not the nanny, just had to bring it back to bed, and there ended. The
dabbed her hair, strong and delicate at the same time, then the face. He took a towel, put it pour over his shoulder, and then a second, which wrapped the body lean. The shooting arm, of course I was not able to walk.
Lelouch mumbled something indistinct, Suzaku merely responding.
- A night's sleep and you'll be better. Where is your room? Upstairs?
came a coherent response. Up the stairs, the fifth left. Lelouch kept his head bent over her shoulder, and Suzaku climbed slowly step by step, not too strapazzarli: Lelouch was already sufficiently miserable conditions, even if we had started with his own hands.
He expected the room in a mess like the rest of the house, but it was clean and tidy. Probably did not allow anyone to enter. To open the door he had to let him put his feet on the ground, supporting it with his arm around his life.
He accompanied his steps to the bed, threw it across the white towel, very soft, let me lay down. He tried to light a small light, he chose the one on your desk.
Lelouch was lying on his back, on his side, head near the foot of the bed, curled up like a wounded animal.
Well, now he could go. Now ... Suzaku's fingers tapped on the shoulder, piano.
- You have to undress and sleep, okay?
- Mhm mhm.
said that nodding, without opening his eyes, rubbing her cheek against the towel as a pillow to dig more comfortable.
Suzaku opened his mouth, started to speak, closed it dumb. He shook his head, angry with himself (he knew that in one way or the other thing that would bring trouble), but could not help but get to undress: shirt, belt, pants .. . Oh, it was not underwear. Suzaku blushed and tried not to look, gently dabbed the skin, drying it. The massaged muscles numb, trying to restore his sensitivity and warmth.
- Get up, you have to lie down under the sheets.
As envisioned, it was useless. Lelouch was where it was, and also let fly a look confusing, but precise enough to make him suspect that he was returning, albeit slowly, in itself. It was better hurry up and disappear. Pulled back the covers curled up under the mattress and the pillow, took him in her arms again, and laid him with his head on the pillow, tucking the sheets. So should be fine. She watched him and found him so beautiful that, stupidly, would have been willing to look at rest.
Stupid really.
But sex is an attitude
Like art in general
And maybe I understand and I'm here .
was good as Suzaku few things had ever seen.
not only wanted to see him stay.
He wanted something else. And he had also kissed. What did it taste those lips? The chlorine had already stopped to hear it. He would never know. But he had kissed, kissed ...
He turned his head, striving to see it again, look to the lamp. Before he could move, however, felt grasp hand. Reluctantly turned back.
Lelouch of violet eyes were fixed on his, seemed to have recovered, and was not quite so pale.
forced him to swallow the saliva suddenly abundant. He touched the skin until a couple of minutes before, through the towel. As she felt under his fingers, his mouth? As he moaned, enjoyed?
- What happened?
- Have you had a little 'too, made a splash in the pool. Now you're in your room. He tried to pull
fingers from those of the prince, to no avail. He did not dare insist. The thing was starting to bother him too much, he did not like, but could not come off. Had become accustomed to their imbranataggine, we have to be patient.
- Oh yeah? And you have brought me here.
nodded, not trusting his voice. He could not have anything to do with those people, did not understand them, did not intend to start thinking. He worked there and that's it.
Lelouch touched her head with the other hand, contracting the features into a grimace of pain.
- Coca Cola.
He made a vague gesture toward a point of the room, Suzaku jumped at the opportunity to stop the heat contact between them. He saw a can on a table, opened it and handed it to him. Lelouch raised himself on one elbow, took one breath, licking his lips. Slipped hand it to him, saving him the trouble to speak again.
- I have to go sir. - Dry said, looking at the door - Set yourself.
- Suzaku?
Struck, was forced to watch it again. Lelouch smiled.
- As you know my name?
- Call Lelouch. I heard Max call the other day.
- Ma ..
- Suzaku, I was wondering one thing. Sorry
know if I try to insist
becomes unbearable.
was the moment of his life that Suzaku would remember the next day, such as: escape thrown away. He would have to shake my head, say something for the occasion (which would have been impossible, was not able ), and then exit the room from the Villa, retrieve the gloves in the garden, continue to collect bottles and rubbish, tidy up, then disconnect, go to the post office to pay taxes, go home, cook something, a few hours sleep, see what was in the cinema, watching strut, having dinner with popcorn, then to bed at ten , because the next day had another day's work. Instead
had stayed there, listening.
But I love you ... I love you ... I love
Here we go again ... ok, is ancient, but I love you.
And sorry if I love you and if you know
two months or so
- Would you come to bed with me? I do not think I should pay you.
Suzaku had so many degrading things in his life, but never, never, he felt humiliated as at that time.
And sorry if I do not speak up
But if you do not cry I die I do not know if
know that I love ... .
remembered that he muttered something in reply, her voice trembling.
And I'm sorry if I laugh, I look at you from the embarrassment
yield, fixed and tremble at the thought of having you next
and feel your only .
The words were irregular exit throat, like a broken laugh. It was a delirium of drunkenness. It did not mean anything. It would mean
anything with or without a hangover.
defenses of Suzaku had closed like a clam, so violent. Not only his pride, but something else, something that should not have been involved with a stranger: her feelings. What did he ever Lelouch? Seduction? Fun or, worse, ridicule? Need for affection? What could he know?
you feel when what is believed to armor melts in an instant, like a sheet of ice only an inch thick?
She would gladly have sex with him ...
And I'm excited that I speak here
... I am a geek .
... just sex.
What came out from the lips of Suzaku was not even remotely close to what would later recalled, that is: a small whisper. It was, in fact, a sharp response and half-shouted, furious, indignant.
Hello ... how are you? Useless question!
But I love makes me predictable .
The next day, while picking fruit from one of the apricot trees, had just approached him, Lelouch. Him some questions about the incident of the night, Suzaku answered in monosyllables or so, standing on its own. Failed to ask how you felt, out of delicacy rather than indifference. He just simply respond and, on top of the stairs, feeling the fruit with bare hands to decide what was right and what is not. Work under the hat's green eyes glowed, lit by bright light and the concentration, the sweat was sliding on his temples: the hairline was dark brown, and the humidity made them sweat slightly moved.
It was very hot, and the proximity of the other guy made him shake. He avoided looking down, except when the answer, with a polite gentleman every sentence, deliberately ignoring the request made by Lelouch to address him, the night before. Suzaku Lelouch did not know whether he remembered, and how and what: he behaved as usual, did not ask to be called by name, in his attitude there was a shadow of shame or modesty. It was enough to assuage the doubts of Suzaku. He was only a dull
tension, while he continued to feel up the apricots, rummaging through the grapes and leaves. Lelouch was silent, watching him, Suzaku tried not to show embarrassment.
With the sun beating down there were no shadows to conceal anything, nor a wisp of wind. It was a perfect day for to lie on the sand, the sea, with no thoughts in head and only the pulse of your body.
Everything was still, except bees and the chirping of cicadas deafening.
- Passamene one.
- My hands are dirty, sir - said, hoping to dissuade him enough.
- Never mind.
Suzaku looked at the basket, looking for the most beautiful and stretched the arm holding it at your fingertips. Lelouch's eyes met, and even their fingers touched. An electric shock passed over his back, he hastened to resume what he was doing.
- Hmm, is good - felt, along with the sounds of the lips and tongue that can taste as you do.
not resisted, consumed by curiosity, and ended up turning around: it took that phrase. It was locked.
A trickle of juice, the right side of his mouth. Ran, blocked any thought of something else while Suzaku. The empty mind, fixed that act on that language, lazy, flashed, catching the liquid fast of temptation.
Lelouch opened his eyes, bit her lower lip, smiled: - Why do not you leave me this basket at the front of the pool?
Suzaku nodded, waited for the other leaves to remove the cap, wipe the back of his hand on his forehead. Hovered on the fingertips feeling a touch, so light that he could imagine. It was hot, probably. Maybe it was better to break. She worked with more vigor, to finish at least the tree. His movements were precise as before, but his head was elsewhere. Finished
all descended from the ladder, took the basket. He kept his eyes down approaching the house, Lelouch, fearing that he could look out the window of his room. Forecast wrong heard noises in the water, began dell'idiota for not just noticed the clothes, just before, Lelouch was wearing, now abandoned in bulk on a deck chair. And Lelouch
emerged from the water, crossing his arms on board, looking at him with a cheeky smile. Worse still, he pulled up, sat poolside, skinny legs curled to her chest and stood up. Dripping and fully exposed if not for the costume, walked on the grass, up to metterglisi front.
Suzaku did not dare take a step.
Lelouch's wet laid his hand on the forehead, providing the reaction of the other, almost dodged.
- I just want to freshen up - she said, touching her cheeks.
Suzaku's skin was burning, was tanned and sweaty, Lelouch's held the top of the neck in the palms, feeling the blood pulsing rapidly. The other could not do anything with that basket of fruit in hand.
And he knew that Lelouch would not let him fall.
pulled over their lips. A gesture almost childlike, spontaneous.
- Thanks for tonight.
The basket slipped off the fingers that made no objection, he kissed my cheek and disappeared into the house.
The pool was there, silent and blinding mirror.
waves left by Lelouch's body had disappeared, but not its presence.
piano notes were getting into the air constantly, throughout the afternoon.
did not I think of him.
I speak a little, I know it's weird, I drive
plan will be the wind, the weather, will be ... Fire!
And sorry if I love you and if you know
two months or so
She had not seen, even from afar.
There had been no more parties.
After a few months since, Lelouch, quietly and without saying a word, he mounted behind the scooter, helmet on head and ordinary clothes. Suzaku, who had been lost in thought, he looked stunned, his hands on the handlebars. As always it was washed in the dependence of domestic workers, after an afternoon to go back and forth in the park of Villa Britannia, with head bowed and hands never still, watchful eyes on the details.
was in September, one of those Roman evenings of autumn the wind is still warm and the night is yours.
Suzaku had understood. He had turned and was gone. His was a 125 a bit 'old, having carefully. Slowly walked the path of Villa, direct to the gate. Lelouch used to open, your remote control, put it in the pocket of his jacket dark, closed the zipper. He put his hands on his hips Suzaku, remaining soft and relaxed while he drove. Walked along the paved road Appia Nuova, where only scooters and cars had access, and the tall pines punctuated walks on foot or on two wheels.
Suzaku had a very conservative guidance, and wonder of the sunset in that part of Rome gave him even less reason to hurry. The silence between them, then, was unique, and did not want to ruin it for the world.
came at the end of the street, stopped, looked right and left onto the street. It was seized by a doubt.
- Where?
- towards Trastevere, would you like to dine there?
And sorry if I do not speak up
But if you do not cry I die I do not know if
know that I love ...
The hours passed.
The days passed.
They had sex so many times to lose count.
shouted the name of each other, at the height of pleasure.
Lelouch quarreled with his family, Suzaku had understood from some small details. The confirmation in late November, with the double dismissal, Villa Britannia and from work in the firm. The boy responded with a shrug, thinking of the bills to pay and the thirteenth was not coming. Leave or do anything for Christmas, it was impossible.
Lelouch was unable to speak before leaving the Villa for the last time.
He had tried to phone off.
He had left a voicemail message. Three sms by the evening.
His heart had fallen under the feet, the quakes were the corners of the mouth, but did not dare cry. For what? For such a relationship, something that he knew that was not ... nothing ...
He had prepared a plate of spaghetti with butter and Parmesan cheese, if he had forgotten in the pot, had come a shit, and they had just touched. Had turned on the TV in my pajamas. He should check Portaportese, or Internet, or at least put on the washing machines. It would have done immediately, the old Suzaku accustomed to kicking in the stomach, not to lose heart, to rebound with a smile. The Suzaku Lelouch
before. This
, watched the TV with dull eyes. He was alone again, as it had always been, only worse because it was ... Now the loneliness weighed, it was unbearable. Clutching a pillow, cross-legged on the couch, hugged him. We buried his face looking the smell of Lelouch.
Luckily he had not changed the sheets, thank goodness, he would not have endured, to lose even that, as he had lost Lelouch lose ... As he had never could really tighten it to himself, really understand it, talk to them. Force him to open up, to tell him what he felt, to make him confess that it was just sex and nothing more.
was not good at those things, Suzaku. Not at all.
was a nerd. And he knew it. He should not have his way into the story, never let him help include, never get lost in their games in his heat, enjoy snoozing in his mouth and watch it after they had finished with his hands through his dark hair, violet eyes that just sparkled pay between the eyebrows.
All details that come to mind, all together, stunned.
rang the bell, stood up, opened it without asking who he was. It was probably the usual Mr. Luciano, the high of his 80th birthday, he was wrong every time, and instead of buzz the intercom to his daughter. It had to be returned from the first tournament of cards at the bar.
was back in the kitchen, looking for something strong to drink. With a hangover was begun, with a hangover was to end, right? It was a way worthy of completion.
Only a hangover.
It was pouring a glass of Vodka strawberry (they had bought, holy god, together ), who also played the leads. Poured a few drops on the kitchen table, looked around bewildered, not understanding. He left everything there, ran to the door, pulled the latch, opened it.
was Lelouch, with a backpack.
He started to enter, even without permission, Suzaku stopped him, looking into his eyes. He looked serious, deadly serious.
And I'm sorry if I laugh, I give
embarrassment I stare at you and tremble
Lelouch felt insecure as ever in his life. At the same time he had ever wanted anything more strongly, for nothing would fight till the last breath.
sank in the eyes of Suzaku. The items that had been prepared, if it was instantly forgotten. You look horrible
Lelouch would have said the other, trying to break the ice. This
smiled, a smile on the verge of tears.
- Suzaku? I was wondering one thing ... I know it's crazy, but we can live together? Home for the euro, made out to me. I portion of the proceeds of, and a bit 'of money aside. And I've almost finished college.
Silence. Lelouch continued
- I know what you're thinking ...
- No, I do not know.
- I love Suzaku.
The idea of having you next
and feel your only
And I'm excited that I speak here
... And I'm a geek ...
Suzaku hugged him in her arms. The backpack fell to the ground with a soft thud. He took both inside and closed the door, I pushed against Lelouch, passionate kissing so sweetly that her knees gave them both, and still tight kissing again and again, on the floor, until Suzaku not picked him up. Direction? Bedroom.
And then?
late in the evening, Lelouch got to cook something. They were so happy to have talked in fits and starts, in broken phrases. So happy that it took an hour to pull off this simple meal, including a kiss, a caress, a joke and a hug.
Suzaku continued to be a little 'clumsy, and Lelouch did not ask for anything else from life.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Men Doing Yoga In Leotards
[Code Geass] TO (.) GET (out of) HER (e).
Series: Code Geass (yes, I'm afraid it always has).
Rating: PG , Angst.
Note1: Written mirror / of After Again of neera_pendragon .
Note2: It 's a post ending, there are spoiler at the end, the knowledge of the soul is preferable but not strictly necessary (there is at most' far-fetched ', but I assure her that way! XD). The title is a mess art, free to laugh about it, but it seemed a nice play on words. ^ __ ^
Note3: I love them more and more, 'These two, however, that pain to write them .... O_o.
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Series: Code Geass (yes, I'm afraid it always has).
Rating: PG , Angst.
Note1: Written mirror / of After Again of
neera_pendragon . Note2: It 's a post ending, there are spoiler at the end, the knowledge of the soul is preferable but not strictly necessary (there is at most' far-fetched ', but I assure her that way! XD). The title is a mess art, free to laugh about it, but it seemed a nice play on words. ^ __ ^
Note3: I love them more and more, 'These two, however, that pain to write them .... O_o.
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lobby full of people was empty.
The reality was as unreal as the films shown there, that gave dreams and hopes, as translucent cocoon chrysalis destined to rot in the ground. A group of schoolgirls chattered loudly, queuing for tickets, all of them, for the sake of being there, grouped together, feeling stronger, or safer. Couples of all kinds, people drawn into the film from a boring rainy afternoon, whatever, but not to stay in the house.
was all lit to perfection, illuminated by a widespread electric light turned off.
A girl, the Ray-Ban to hide his eyes, bowed his head to one side, stretching out a hand with a small plate. Her hair, light as silk, seemed to reject the lights as an offense against an unknown god. Beside her, a guy with a waterproof cap on his head. Discrete
yet so close that seemed to breathe the same air, move in different ways but at the same pace, slipping on moments like skaters on ice.
The officer went into eclipse in the cloakroom efficient to retrieve the object in storage. A pink ribbon
struggled raven-haired, hypnotic swaying in the air, while she rested the counter, arms crossed.
- You came without an umbrella seriously.
The hooded guy shrugged.
- And you without a jacket.
- I do not feel cold.
were so close, he spoke, the boy had his arm resting on the polished wood, behind his back.
- I like the rain.
- Even the change of look, apparently.
- Look Who's Talking, Luluk.
- This has always liked you too.
laughed. They looked like two old friends. The umbrella
dark was returned with a formal greeting. Luluk turned around, grabbed him, made with a nod. Together they walked toward the exit side by side.
Fall.
The rain and the sun had mixed the colors of the city, soaking the streets of a different rhythm, a distant silence. It was inscribed in people's eyes, movements of bodies crossing distracted the remote depths of the night. The road held the sadness of a long day uncertain.
The output of the cinema, where they were, it was clear.
She undid the tongue of tissue that was holding the closed umbrella.
were under the balconies and dry.
he looked at her, waiting for a nod.
But he looked at her, lips parted, as if it was really too much to see, in the unreal light of evening. He watched as if the whole world had stopped for Luluk. For
Lelouch.
They had kissed, mixed herbs, the taste of caramel divided between the hands, mouths.
could not get footing in his eyes covered by dark glasses: staring at her lips, and for a moment the soft fold overlapped the last smile that I remember had seen. Suzaku's hands trembled, remembering the feeling in his hands the hilt, the blade that had vibrated the pulse of the flesh of Lelouch, planting his every word in my heart.
Lelouch was there, motionless behind his glasses blacks. He did not say or to move or stand still. If it was a hallucination, is already gone, lost along with the world that, for Suzaku, was alien to ... many, many years. The
Lelouch knew that it would be impatient, drew attention to go, maybe ...
Not that, where it remained. The world flowed behind him as usual, and they were all faceless shadows.
disguised as a woman and her face covered with dark lenses, Lelouch was more authentic than anyone else.
No more lies, just masks.
Suzaku's put his hand on her hip.
Lelouch came to him, half a step on the highest heels that made him a few inches. Doing so, he took off his glasses, pressing her face against his neck. He shook his head, suggesting a hand in the cap, pushing his face a few inches.
was too much. No, too little.
So close that no one could see. He muttered something
brushing the ear with his lips.
Suzaku nodded, pressed for more, and pulled the umbrella out of hand, and with a flick of the wrist had it open, lifting it above their heads.
glasses fell on the wet floor blacks, the hood slipped from his head.
People from the rain and veiled by night the city went to the cinema and the nearby bar, paying no attention to those who crossed.
two of them together against the tide, they left quietly, close to one another, whispering, holding on.
in their direction there was a station: it was the first one hundred years old, had now been restored, but leave the lighting as it was. Yellow lights, street lamps and as a waning moon shed a warm light, leaving areas of soft shadows, blurred.
They entered one of those streaks of light, together.
More so the world could not hold them.
They went to endless nights, brimming with stars.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Unknown Name Unknown Number
[(AU) Code Geass] The shadow of the Sun Moon
Series: A AU (waaay AU) the anime Code Geass , inspired to play in the Forum Horitsuba Arrr.
Rating: PG .
Table: Written for Cancer the twelve houses, and since it was inspired all'Horitsuba is also the prompt 090. House , dell'Horitsuba BDT.
Pairing: Suzaku and Lelouch, obvious! Disclaimers
: The characters do not belong to me, alas! CLAMP generated them mothers, and those of them managed Sunrise ( dhely Sunrise What do you remember? *___*).
Notes: Many things are not explained, or rather are deliberately left vague, especially the exact location and the section on Suzaku. First, it must be said that we are at the beginning of 1700, in North America, but I do not have enough historical knowledge to identify the correct location (I would take much too long, which means that there may be various other historical howlers - ie: if you notice tell me that maybe the system, but we're here for fun) on the second, in short, Suzaku has an Indian mother, married to a wealthy English, then must undergo the initiation rites of the people of the mother (even if they do not say to the four twenty companies, of course). The exact type of relationship between them, much is alluded to here, more will surely write fanfic in other (Code Geass obsession will not go easily, and the anime is so angst between them that I could write about the environment in there). As one AU
I kept the original names, even if with context, especially "Suzaku," has nothing to do!
Well, if you have other questions, ask if I can answer you!
Thanks to: taurie_2020 , the legendary beta that always knows how to pull myself out of the impasse! And ewyn for the patience with which he gave me some small references to the historical and social setting. ^ _ ^
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- Even if I were to go against the sky, or upstream of the river ... Do not give up on my dream ...
was late at night, the air was filled with the sounds of wind and leaves. In the room of a large Palladian house, a child-skinned and dark hair, cut just below her ears, was asleep, her head sideways on the pillow that was lying second behind his back, hands resting on an open book on her stomach. It was English with a French name: Lelouch.
His breathing was slow and steady. He struggled to fall asleep, the sheets were divided. Several times he had appeared at the window, who had left wide open, scanning the alley between the trees, hoping to see someone coming. In the shadows, nothing. Worried and impatient, had broken away from the ledge by walking up and down the room, on the soft carpet, before going back to bed and hug a pillow. The weather never spent.
If he left the room would eventually make some creaking of the floor beam. So he took a book from the desk, who consulted for days, he knew almost by heart the phrase, but that he needed to feel his hands, read: as if the memory was too fragile, as if in an instant could change everything.
That night was different from all others, yet he was so similar to those of many years before, so it seemed that nothing had happened between England and there, when they were in the middle years when the wounds were healed. Now, back to hurt as if there was a scar, but the blood. Its this time. Not that of his mother who died before his eyes.
He had fallen asleep, exhausted from all those thoughts. Closing his eyelids were wet the corners of his eyes: he believed in Suzaku, who was also in that friend's brother and the most precious thing in the world for him, he knew that going to make it and would return soon home. Understand why it was important for him to undergo the rites of his mother's people, those natives of the New World so wild. But she had never thought of losing Suzaku, and that terrified him.
two of them would grow up together, went to England, where they refined their education at Eton, would return to the New World, which was their home, and have built their world. Nothing should prevent this, it was their destiny . Even though the stars of their date of birth said that their paths could not join: Sagittarius and Cancer. The
were already together.
why consulted again and again for the book, which had to be wrong. Who knew the stars, two of them? And why should there be a fate? If there was, he had killed his mother in order to test him, kicked out of the house of his father and England itself. But this could also do the men.
Things could change because they wanted him.
On the bed is too big for a twelve year old, there was a small package, a gift. He had given away the only thing his own, the thin gold bracelet (Initially a little sister who died early, then given him by his mother) to buy it: a pendant with a silver crescent moon embracing the golden disk of the sun. She had seen him in a showcase, and it was decided to give it to Suzaku, when he faced trial in the summer.
was a full moon night, it seemed a dawn of silver. Only the rising sun would have eclipsed, first by making it clear, as purified by the light of day, then taken away, jealous.
was a night of full moon, and the leaves were made from light blue unreal.
run barefoot on grass. The garden was well kept, there were no rocks, only the soft ground. He felt his wings behind his back. It was like a woodpecker, as a sign of its stars. He smiled, exhausted by fatigue, but the excitement was still too strong, and the long ride back home, perhaps too long, too frantic.
arrived before him stood out, immersed in moist shade, porches, windows out, the scent of flowers on the windowsill, with their giant Ionic colonnades of order, the porches or concluded by the triangular pediment The quiet verandas, which peace is soon disturbed by the creaking of the rocking chairs, moved by light winds. It was still wet on him: he had dipped into the river to get rid of dirt and earth, and now felt any smell.
took advantage of a cloth in front of the hall, wiping his feet. From there he climbed on a column, he clung to the capital, came upstairs into the air off in the lungs, careful not to slip. It was quickly pulled his pants and a shirt, which had kept ready for the return, but he had no shoes. When he put his feet on the balcony, she sighed, feeling a bit 'tired. He passed the window of his room, heading to Lelouch.
was open. The tents also. Lelouch was asleep, the room was a slight disorder, and that was strange. The fact that he had left everything wide open, however, meant that he had expected. It was natural for one of them slip into the other room through the balcony.
bypassed. He made the plan, but Lelouch felt the same.
- Suzaku?
There was a bit 'of anxiety in his appeal, the that was strange, for Lelouch who was always controlled ... that maybe I had been so afraid for him? What an idiot!
- Lulu ...
The English boy put his feet on the ground, quickly put them in slippers and walked toward him, he was stuck in the middle room, as if nailed by an invisible force. All his strength seemed to disappear in front of Lelouch.
The friend saw the state of his clothes and shook his head.
- Togliteli or take a calamity. He reached
hands to open his shirt (buttoned and just crumpled in half), Suzaku took it and squeezed. There was a small cry of the type I all bathrooms, but no attempt to escape.
- I told you that would be all right.
- Yes, I know your 'all right'. Are you hurt?
- Only a few scratches.
- Good.
Lelouch would not say more than that, and already had enough. Suzaku a laugh in a restrained smile, close to his boss: Lulu's life with his arms clasped. Remained so, long enough for the beating of their hearts are not granted in one rhythm.
- now dry, I do not come in my bed in that state.
He gave him back and away. Why Lelouch always had to be so damn proud of? He could not just be happy? Suzaku wiped his cheek with the back of the hand, going to the bathroom, where he took off his clothes and hung them on a bar of brass from gold trimmings. She ran a towel on his head, rubbing strong, dabbed at her. He opened a cupboard and found a clear linen nightgown. She looked in the mirror was now a young man, for the people of his mother.
He might have ... a girl ...
not wanted it. He knew he had, that that was normal ... She said no the same. It was not because he was the son of two people, no. That was not the reason, not only, not really ... But he was silent, did not say anything. Lelouch was already obsessed enough there, inside the house. Knowing that was going around talking of what they were doing would make him angry.
Suzaku did not understand because he had to be wrong in some way, however, it was. As children, everything was easier. Became ever more intense, big and unmanageable, even if it was so simple, so clean.
Lelouch was his most important person.
Lelouch, sitting cross-legged on the bed, turning the packet between his fingers nervously. What was he doing all that time? Who was offended? It could be so stupid? Before he did die of concern, then looked like this, as if nothing had happened ... He had almost decided to get up and go to retrieve it in the bathroom, apologizing for the way he talked with him, that Suzaku got there. It was not nearly
noise, walking.
must have a cloud covered the moon, there were no lights in the room. Rustle of a body that slides on the bed (with him, he was fine, that was safe, which was returned ). Their two neighbors, side by side, hand in the dark who tended to embrace him and stood on her that kept the gift.
- It's for you.
torn paper. Lelouch stood up, lit the candles, without losing sight of Suzaku.
- Lulu ...
both blushed. The faint light was reflected from gold, haunted by silver, and the tag was between the fingers of Suzaku, imprisoned by the chain.
- Preview
Suzaku nodded vigorously, his tongue stuck to the palate: no one would have expected ... but ... what?
- Lelouch how did you get?
- Secret! Certain questions are not silly.
She took the chain from his hands, opened it, passed his arms around his neck, closing it. Fitted him. If the stars were against them ... The two of them were light to each other, chasing each other across the sky.
Lelouch smiled, happy.
Suzaku no longer able to think and speak. He let himself down and drag embrace, his head on the pillow. He squeezed Lelouch. They were so close and intertwined that both their hearts fluttered on the pendant.
were both home.
Series: A AU (waaay AU) the anime Code Geass , inspired to play in the Forum Horitsuba Arrr.
Rating: PG .
Table: Written for Cancer the twelve houses, and since it was inspired all'Horitsuba is also the prompt 090. House , dell'Horitsuba BDT.
Pairing: Suzaku and Lelouch, obvious! Disclaimers
: The characters do not belong to me, alas! CLAMP generated them mothers, and those of them managed Sunrise (
dhely Sunrise What do you remember? *___*). Notes: Many things are not explained, or rather are deliberately left vague, especially the exact location and the section on Suzaku. First, it must be said that we are at the beginning of 1700, in North America, but I do not have enough historical knowledge to identify the correct location (I would take much too long, which means that there may be various other historical howlers - ie: if you notice tell me that maybe the system, but we're here for fun) on the second, in short, Suzaku has an Indian mother, married to a wealthy English, then must undergo the initiation rites of the people of the mother (even if they do not say to the four twenty companies, of course). The exact type of relationship between them, much is alluded to here, more will surely write fanfic in other (Code Geass obsession will not go easily, and the anime is so angst between them that I could write about the environment in there). As one AU
I kept the original names, even if with context, especially "Suzaku," has nothing to do!
Well, if you have other questions, ask if I can answer you!
Thanks to:
taurie_2020 , the legendary beta that always knows how to pull myself out of the impasse! And ewyn for the patience with which he gave me some small references to the historical and social setting. ^ _ ^ ---\u0026lt;---\u0026lt;
- Even if I were to go against the sky, or upstream of the river ... Do not give up on my dream ...
was late at night, the air was filled with the sounds of wind and leaves. In the room of a large Palladian house, a child-skinned and dark hair, cut just below her ears, was asleep, her head sideways on the pillow that was lying second behind his back, hands resting on an open book on her stomach. It was English with a French name: Lelouch.
His breathing was slow and steady. He struggled to fall asleep, the sheets were divided. Several times he had appeared at the window, who had left wide open, scanning the alley between the trees, hoping to see someone coming. In the shadows, nothing. Worried and impatient, had broken away from the ledge by walking up and down the room, on the soft carpet, before going back to bed and hug a pillow. The weather never spent.
If he left the room would eventually make some creaking of the floor beam. So he took a book from the desk, who consulted for days, he knew almost by heart the phrase, but that he needed to feel his hands, read: as if the memory was too fragile, as if in an instant could change everything.
That night was different from all others, yet he was so similar to those of many years before, so it seemed that nothing had happened between England and there, when they were in the middle years when the wounds were healed. Now, back to hurt as if there was a scar, but the blood. Its this time. Not that of his mother who died before his eyes.
He had fallen asleep, exhausted from all those thoughts. Closing his eyelids were wet the corners of his eyes: he believed in Suzaku, who was also in that friend's brother and the most precious thing in the world for him, he knew that going to make it and would return soon home. Understand why it was important for him to undergo the rites of his mother's people, those natives of the New World so wild. But she had never thought of losing Suzaku, and that terrified him.
two of them would grow up together, went to England, where they refined their education at Eton, would return to the New World, which was their home, and have built their world. Nothing should prevent this, it was their destiny . Even though the stars of their date of birth said that their paths could not join: Sagittarius and Cancer. The
were already together.
why consulted again and again for the book, which had to be wrong. Who knew the stars, two of them? And why should there be a fate? If there was, he had killed his mother in order to test him, kicked out of the house of his father and England itself. But this could also do the men.
Things could change because they wanted him.
On the bed is too big for a twelve year old, there was a small package, a gift. He had given away the only thing his own, the thin gold bracelet (Initially a little sister who died early, then given him by his mother) to buy it: a pendant with a silver crescent moon embracing the golden disk of the sun. She had seen him in a showcase, and it was decided to give it to Suzaku, when he faced trial in the summer.
was a full moon night, it seemed a dawn of silver. Only the rising sun would have eclipsed, first by making it clear, as purified by the light of day, then taken away, jealous.
was a night of full moon, and the leaves were made from light blue unreal.
run barefoot on grass. The garden was well kept, there were no rocks, only the soft ground. He felt his wings behind his back. It was like a woodpecker, as a sign of its stars. He smiled, exhausted by fatigue, but the excitement was still too strong, and the long ride back home, perhaps too long, too frantic.
arrived before him stood out, immersed in moist shade, porches, windows out, the scent of flowers on the windowsill, with their giant Ionic colonnades of order, the porches or concluded by the triangular pediment The quiet verandas, which peace is soon disturbed by the creaking of the rocking chairs, moved by light winds. It was still wet on him: he had dipped into the river to get rid of dirt and earth, and now felt any smell.
took advantage of a cloth in front of the hall, wiping his feet. From there he climbed on a column, he clung to the capital, came upstairs into the air off in the lungs, careful not to slip. It was quickly pulled his pants and a shirt, which had kept ready for the return, but he had no shoes. When he put his feet on the balcony, she sighed, feeling a bit 'tired. He passed the window of his room, heading to Lelouch.
was open. The tents also. Lelouch was asleep, the room was a slight disorder, and that was strange. The fact that he had left everything wide open, however, meant that he had expected. It was natural for one of them slip into the other room through the balcony.
bypassed. He made the plan, but Lelouch felt the same.
- Suzaku?
There was a bit 'of anxiety in his appeal, the that was strange, for Lelouch who was always controlled ... that maybe I had been so afraid for him? What an idiot!
- Lulu ...
The English boy put his feet on the ground, quickly put them in slippers and walked toward him, he was stuck in the middle room, as if nailed by an invisible force. All his strength seemed to disappear in front of Lelouch.
The friend saw the state of his clothes and shook his head.
- Togliteli or take a calamity. He reached
hands to open his shirt (buttoned and just crumpled in half), Suzaku took it and squeezed. There was a small cry of the type I all bathrooms, but no attempt to escape.
- I told you that would be all right.
- Yes, I know your 'all right'. Are you hurt?
- Only a few scratches.
- Good.
Lelouch would not say more than that, and already had enough. Suzaku a laugh in a restrained smile, close to his boss: Lulu's life with his arms clasped. Remained so, long enough for the beating of their hearts are not granted in one rhythm.
- now dry, I do not come in my bed in that state.
He gave him back and away. Why Lelouch always had to be so damn proud of? He could not just be happy? Suzaku wiped his cheek with the back of the hand, going to the bathroom, where he took off his clothes and hung them on a bar of brass from gold trimmings. She ran a towel on his head, rubbing strong, dabbed at her. He opened a cupboard and found a clear linen nightgown. She looked in the mirror was now a young man, for the people of his mother.
He might have ... a girl ...
not wanted it. He knew he had, that that was normal ... She said no the same. It was not because he was the son of two people, no. That was not the reason, not only, not really ... But he was silent, did not say anything. Lelouch was already obsessed enough there, inside the house. Knowing that was going around talking of what they were doing would make him angry.
Suzaku did not understand because he had to be wrong in some way, however, it was. As children, everything was easier. Became ever more intense, big and unmanageable, even if it was so simple, so clean.
Lelouch was his most important person.
Lelouch, sitting cross-legged on the bed, turning the packet between his fingers nervously. What was he doing all that time? Who was offended? It could be so stupid? Before he did die of concern, then looked like this, as if nothing had happened ... He had almost decided to get up and go to retrieve it in the bathroom, apologizing for the way he talked with him, that Suzaku got there. It was not nearly
noise, walking.
must have a cloud covered the moon, there were no lights in the room. Rustle of a body that slides on the bed (with him, he was fine, that was safe, which was returned ). Their two neighbors, side by side, hand in the dark who tended to embrace him and stood on her that kept the gift.
- It's for you.
torn paper. Lelouch stood up, lit the candles, without losing sight of Suzaku.
- Lulu ...
both blushed. The faint light was reflected from gold, haunted by silver, and the tag was between the fingers of Suzaku, imprisoned by the chain.
- Preview
Suzaku nodded vigorously, his tongue stuck to the palate: no one would have expected ... but ... what?
- Lelouch how did you get?
- Secret! Certain questions are not silly.
She took the chain from his hands, opened it, passed his arms around his neck, closing it. Fitted him. If the stars were against them ... The two of them were light to each other, chasing each other across the sky.
Lelouch smiled, happy.
Suzaku no longer able to think and speak. He let himself down and drag embrace, his head on the pillow. He squeezed Lelouch. They were so close and intertwined that both their hearts fluttered on the pendant.
were both home.
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