Series: Code Geass in setting disneyiana with significant variations on the theme.
Chapter: 4 / 6 + Epilogue.
Rating: R. Disclaimers
: Code Geass I have not created myself, but CLAMP aunts, who have left the fangirlizzare Sunrise.
Note1: not know Code Geass? Well, does nothing! is not involved in any way the texture of the soul: I have abided only the characterization of generic characters, which in another context will also be a little bit differently than you used to see them ... So who does not know can read without problems, and those who already know could see fine. ;)
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Eufemia was shining like a star, like a delicate flower, light as a butterfly. Sister of the King of the Fairies, was completely different ... He who was seated on the throne, and nothing escaped his eyes distant, unreadable, transparent blue. The guests paid homage with a thousand wonders: illusions, transformations, gifts, bows and dances. Everything seemed to be made in her honor in that room. And for the pleasure of his beautiful sister, who was the perfume, the profound essence of every color, decoration, light that was there.
Both return the kindness of all, in their own way, and both were elusive.
danced a long time. Outside, night. Endless night. The weather was a maze, like space: fountains, fire, filled the artificial fountains, darted at the foot of the columns. What looked like a statue now taking the texture of the flesh, and hair of nymphs dancing stiffened in the form of branches, and their faces were lost in the bark.
Nothing seemed made to last, in that place. It was the eternal law of that kingdom.
Suzaku was just a man, and much of what dazzled him and was surprised it was not able to understand the end. He wanted to ask questions, but strangely things unfolded by itself, even if he could not name them.
was the most amazing he had ever experienced in your life.
Eufemia filled his senses. Sweet, she took care that he does not fall behind and next to his light he was a shadow, but it was fine.
Next to a balcony, glanced out, in passing.
Eufemia him back him, stroking the back of his hand, he said. He did not hear your own voice, did not know what he said, but she seemed happy. His smile briefly erased the pain stuck in the bowel. Sitting beside her on a chair in the shape of orchid, she wondered for the umpteenth time what was in his heart.
watched the sweet face of her, not knowing the well amazing things that happened in the room, and did not feel able to part with it for a while. Then she spoke with someone, a vice inside him loose, and his eyes automatically went to the dark sky. Dark would like ... wanted to reach out and touch it, sink in ... that hair ...
hair.
trembled, knowing that as soon as he looked at Euphemia, Euphemia her, that thing would have slipped away. And so it was.
She spoke to him, touched his face, and he was again his.
resumed walking from room to room. She tried to make him taste the wine, eat some food. He brought the cup to his lips, but before touching that trembled, and he could not drink. Every time he approached the mouth to the food he was sick, and even tasted it. She reassured him and whispered not to worry, just had to get used to.
In the end, were far from the people. The more she shortened the distance between them, the more he struggled to understand his words, responded to his gestures, caressed her, kissed her, not that there was a bit of heart in his movements, the touching, feeling.
Indeed, he felt more and more cold.
She led him into a new room, private.
were the private rooms of the Princess. There was no need of sun or candles: objects have their own light, and everything was beautiful, alive.
- Why do not you dance?
churches. He did not know why. It was there, demand, at the tip of his lips. This hastily as not to forget it immediately.
- Why can I only dance in the spring when the flowers are reborn, and the forest comes alive! You'll see, I'll take you with me will be wonderful. Your whole life for me. Philip, you must listen: you will need to spend much time here, and I promise to make you happy ... I am convinced that together we can do so much good, for my people and your - it drew near the bed - Just give me the key your heart, and you will not worry, or sadness.
Sadness ... It was sad? Maybe. How did you know? He was confused.
- Euphemia, I ...
She undid her hair, smiling, pulled the pins that held together the dress, which came off in a hiss, reclining like a pool of rose petals at his feet. Only as a very light pink, remained to cover the shoulders, breasts and hips.
His pale skin was covered with honey.
He looked at her, speechless, my heart in my throat. Every inch of her body was attracted to her, as before his eyes from the sky.
Heaven. He turned, looked for a window with the look, but the curtains were drawn.
The Princess spoke softly, hoping to be able to take that look, sad, trying to look out:
- Suzaku, many things are not clear. But I want your good, like that of my people. You will not be any harm to me. Trust me, please ... I do not want nothing more than keep you by my side.
Suzaku wanted to reassure her, tell her that he would remain close. Something, however, prevented it.
A sense of ... Some .. A ...
anyone.
A profile's flashed before my eyes. Lost it immediately.
Tears came out from his eyes.
The Princess took her face in his palms, approached the their lips.
- Suzaku, forget it, and you'll have more pain. Love me, and as long as you stay here you will not have to fear nothing, not even my brother ...
Something turned over within him like a dagger planted in the heart. He fell to his knees. How could he refuse the sweet Euphemia? She could not deceive her ... She was the woman he loved, his star. The only one that was in need, the one he wanted.
cried again. For himself, Euphemia, and ...
It was dark before his eyes, the desperate voice of Euphemia was far away.
***
The Princess wept long. The King of the Fairies prevented her from seeing Prince prisoner still bunk. She, in return for obedience, he made her promise that no harm would have been done to have it rejected.
***
chains at the wrists, neck, ankles. Tied to a stone wall.
clothes on him were those worn during the day and afternoon, when he met the girl in the woods.
Suzaku yanked the chains, looking into the Re-haired blonde in the cell where he was held prisoner. The iron clamps in the flesh, redoubled its fury.
- You have wounded my heart than my sister. You are cruel, Prince Philip Suzaku.
- Let me go!
shouted, hoarse scream for hours spent, to cause a minimal reaction. All alone in there, it had seemed to go crazy.
The king, clad in black, was followed by the youth of the party. He was quiet, discreet, though watching everything.
- willingly or not, you're my guest.
Suzaku's face is deformed into the anger, full of indignation at what he had done.
- What guest are you, you hold people captive. I am a prince, I should die, I'll leave this place sooner than believe.
- And I'm the King of the Fairies. No one leaves my castle without my permission.
Prince had imagined, who it was.
had had time to think, to the sorcery of Euphemia, the fantastic things seen in the halls, some not so absurd that would be able to give you the name.
- I know who you are. I'm not scared. I have to get back into the forest, waiting for me. The King of the Fairies
smiled: the corners of his mouth curled slowly, emphasizing every movement, and left him a light sparkling eyes.
Suzaku on the perceived power of the man who could kill him in an instant.
Yet there was something far more precious to defend, that's life: the girl in the woods, the one with whom he danced, he heard laughter, light and full of life. At any rate, it would come to her.
- Your strength, Prince, that feeling is so young that hatch in your heart. That's why you resist the charm of Euphemia, who had never failed in this: everyone loves, everyone would like a wife, and she had made available one hundred years of his immortal life, for a human being ...
Your heart has refused, and now you're here. Only.
shook his head, he advanced toward him.
Suzaku jumped forward, came close to touching it.
- As they are very generous - he went on, more than impressed, amused by the stubbornness of the human - I'll tell you where he is the person of your heart. It is not in the cabin in the woods. Indeed, he left for good. There, three fairies had concealed his identity, hoping that I will not reach me.
chains were again strained, a few drops of blood fell on the floor, others began to pour on his chest, ankles.
If the King of the Fairies had done wrong to his wife, would find a way to tear it apart, slowly.
If the King of the Fairies had dared even look ...
- Fear not, Prince - said the gentleman with the dark heart, softly, caressing - still breathing. You listen well, however, so that you know the truth: Sixteen years ago, was born the Prince of this kingdom, and I cursed him, announcing that the day of his sixteenth birthday he would die. A Fairy mitigated my curse, transforming it into a sleep that will last one hundred years, unless the kiss of true love does not awaken from his sleep. The one you love, is A prince, who is now asleep in the highest tower of his castle.
He showed his stick at the top, a crystal ball, which showed something.
A young man with short hair to shoulder, blacks as night.
clear skin. The very black eyebrows, eyelids closed seals.
seemed dead.
It seemed ... her.
was so upset that he forgot the presence of the King of the Fairies: why did not he understood at once? And he had lied to him? If he was, the prince ...
- sleep Lelouch, Suzaku. And you'll be my guest long enough to forget the anger and despair, lulled by the melancholy madness that will be way over the years in your mind and heart, while your body will age. In one hundred years, I swear that you are free to go - he murmured gentle, rise - Curved, weak. The tallest tower, to awaken your beautiful boy asleep ...
***
Days slipped on the day, became weeks, and years passed. Affected the walls, to take account of the time. He had food and water, a razor to shave, clean clothes. You could say that treated him with respect: he never did too cold in there, or too hot One glimmer of light came in the morning, projected on the wall, and ran on the stone during the day.
not afraid you took away the life. Not him, he had to come back ...
Initially, he sought a way to escape. Soon, he realized that it was impossible: there were no guards, there were no rounds, no one understood his language. Every so often, it was only the servant of the King, to talk and to prevent it from slipping into madness. The first time, dismissed it by violence, then he began to consider those few precious hours of humanity.
alone, sank into himself, whispered words, memories, desires. He suffered the pain of an eternal twilight. In the four walls of his room, his spirit was free to roam, as in a dream: the links between mind and body was much more transient in the Fairy Kingdom, but always came back within the walls of stone. It would have been a precious gift, madness. There had been very close, yes, but never enough to take the final step and forget everything.
When did a real dream, and it happened often, he dreamed of dancing in the woods, barefoot, the voice of Lelouch, their promise afternoon when he had been happy, unaware of everything that would follow.
The character had faded, like a blade response for too long in the scabbard. The resignation had washed away the impetuosity of youth. Yet, he still will, but the desire smoldering under the ashes, in time, had become deeper, soaking every thought, every action. There was a moment of his days or nights that were not filled with love. Facial expression is not apparent in even more: Suzaku's eyes were the color of the emerald, and her coldness to the touch.
resisted because that love was his life, everything that made him breathe. What, at the same time, choked him, hour after hour, corroding drip: the endless nights alone had coveted her body, cursed his name, and at dawn he had hated the day she met him in the woods. Everything in him was the joy of life had been torn, and the time had left him burning zeal, to break the shell of the youth, to give way to burn and hurt a soul, tormented.
yet, and yet ... she loved him.
***
Kanon, in silence, he knew that Schneizel would eventually bring the Prince to a second test: no start, in the realm of the fairies, and knotted without evoking the forces that support it and which are transported in other places, other stories ...
What would happen, all of them? Without knowing it, passed into the hands of Suzaku multiple destinations.
Both return the kindness of all, in their own way, and both were elusive.
danced a long time. Outside, night. Endless night. The weather was a maze, like space: fountains, fire, filled the artificial fountains, darted at the foot of the columns. What looked like a statue now taking the texture of the flesh, and hair of nymphs dancing stiffened in the form of branches, and their faces were lost in the bark.
Nothing seemed made to last, in that place. It was the eternal law of that kingdom.
Suzaku was just a man, and much of what dazzled him and was surprised it was not able to understand the end. He wanted to ask questions, but strangely things unfolded by itself, even if he could not name them.
was the most amazing he had ever experienced in your life.
Eufemia filled his senses. Sweet, she took care that he does not fall behind and next to his light he was a shadow, but it was fine.
Next to a balcony, glanced out, in passing.
Eufemia him back him, stroking the back of his hand, he said. He did not hear your own voice, did not know what he said, but she seemed happy. His smile briefly erased the pain stuck in the bowel. Sitting beside her on a chair in the shape of orchid, she wondered for the umpteenth time what was in his heart.
watched the sweet face of her, not knowing the well amazing things that happened in the room, and did not feel able to part with it for a while. Then she spoke with someone, a vice inside him loose, and his eyes automatically went to the dark sky. Dark would like ... wanted to reach out and touch it, sink in ... that hair ...
hair.
trembled, knowing that as soon as he looked at Euphemia, Euphemia her, that thing would have slipped away. And so it was.
She spoke to him, touched his face, and he was again his.
resumed walking from room to room. She tried to make him taste the wine, eat some food. He brought the cup to his lips, but before touching that trembled, and he could not drink. Every time he approached the mouth to the food he was sick, and even tasted it. She reassured him and whispered not to worry, just had to get used to.
In the end, were far from the people. The more she shortened the distance between them, the more he struggled to understand his words, responded to his gestures, caressed her, kissed her, not that there was a bit of heart in his movements, the touching, feeling.
Indeed, he felt more and more cold.
She led him into a new room, private.
were the private rooms of the Princess. There was no need of sun or candles: objects have their own light, and everything was beautiful, alive.
- Why do not you dance?
churches. He did not know why. It was there, demand, at the tip of his lips. This hastily as not to forget it immediately.
- Why can I only dance in the spring when the flowers are reborn, and the forest comes alive! You'll see, I'll take you with me will be wonderful. Your whole life for me. Philip, you must listen: you will need to spend much time here, and I promise to make you happy ... I am convinced that together we can do so much good, for my people and your - it drew near the bed - Just give me the key your heart, and you will not worry, or sadness.
Sadness ... It was sad? Maybe. How did you know? He was confused.
- Euphemia, I ...
She undid her hair, smiling, pulled the pins that held together the dress, which came off in a hiss, reclining like a pool of rose petals at his feet. Only as a very light pink, remained to cover the shoulders, breasts and hips.
His pale skin was covered with honey.
He looked at her, speechless, my heart in my throat. Every inch of her body was attracted to her, as before his eyes from the sky.
Heaven. He turned, looked for a window with the look, but the curtains were drawn.
The Princess spoke softly, hoping to be able to take that look, sad, trying to look out:
- Suzaku, many things are not clear. But I want your good, like that of my people. You will not be any harm to me. Trust me, please ... I do not want nothing more than keep you by my side.
Suzaku wanted to reassure her, tell her that he would remain close. Something, however, prevented it.
A sense of ... Some .. A ...
anyone.
A profile's flashed before my eyes. Lost it immediately.
Tears came out from his eyes.
The Princess took her face in his palms, approached the their lips.
- Suzaku, forget it, and you'll have more pain. Love me, and as long as you stay here you will not have to fear nothing, not even my brother ...
Something turned over within him like a dagger planted in the heart. He fell to his knees. How could he refuse the sweet Euphemia? She could not deceive her ... She was the woman he loved, his star. The only one that was in need, the one he wanted.
cried again. For himself, Euphemia, and ...
It was dark before his eyes, the desperate voice of Euphemia was far away.
***
The Princess wept long. The King of the Fairies prevented her from seeing Prince prisoner still bunk. She, in return for obedience, he made her promise that no harm would have been done to have it rejected.
***
chains at the wrists, neck, ankles. Tied to a stone wall.
clothes on him were those worn during the day and afternoon, when he met the girl in the woods.
Suzaku yanked the chains, looking into the Re-haired blonde in the cell where he was held prisoner. The iron clamps in the flesh, redoubled its fury.
- You have wounded my heart than my sister. You are cruel, Prince Philip Suzaku.
- Let me go!
shouted, hoarse scream for hours spent, to cause a minimal reaction. All alone in there, it had seemed to go crazy.
The king, clad in black, was followed by the youth of the party. He was quiet, discreet, though watching everything.
- willingly or not, you're my guest.
Suzaku's face is deformed into the anger, full of indignation at what he had done.
- What guest are you, you hold people captive. I am a prince, I should die, I'll leave this place sooner than believe.
- And I'm the King of the Fairies. No one leaves my castle without my permission.
Prince had imagined, who it was.
had had time to think, to the sorcery of Euphemia, the fantastic things seen in the halls, some not so absurd that would be able to give you the name.
- I know who you are. I'm not scared. I have to get back into the forest, waiting for me. The King of the Fairies
smiled: the corners of his mouth curled slowly, emphasizing every movement, and left him a light sparkling eyes.
Suzaku on the perceived power of the man who could kill him in an instant.
Yet there was something far more precious to defend, that's life: the girl in the woods, the one with whom he danced, he heard laughter, light and full of life. At any rate, it would come to her.
- Your strength, Prince, that feeling is so young that hatch in your heart. That's why you resist the charm of Euphemia, who had never failed in this: everyone loves, everyone would like a wife, and she had made available one hundred years of his immortal life, for a human being ...
Your heart has refused, and now you're here. Only.
shook his head, he advanced toward him.
Suzaku jumped forward, came close to touching it.
- As they are very generous - he went on, more than impressed, amused by the stubbornness of the human - I'll tell you where he is the person of your heart. It is not in the cabin in the woods. Indeed, he left for good. There, three fairies had concealed his identity, hoping that I will not reach me.
chains were again strained, a few drops of blood fell on the floor, others began to pour on his chest, ankles.
If the King of the Fairies had done wrong to his wife, would find a way to tear it apart, slowly.
If the King of the Fairies had dared even look ...
- Fear not, Prince - said the gentleman with the dark heart, softly, caressing - still breathing. You listen well, however, so that you know the truth: Sixteen years ago, was born the Prince of this kingdom, and I cursed him, announcing that the day of his sixteenth birthday he would die. A Fairy mitigated my curse, transforming it into a sleep that will last one hundred years, unless the kiss of true love does not awaken from his sleep. The one you love, is A prince, who is now asleep in the highest tower of his castle.
He showed his stick at the top, a crystal ball, which showed something.
A young man with short hair to shoulder, blacks as night.
clear skin. The very black eyebrows, eyelids closed seals.
seemed dead.
It seemed ... her.
was so upset that he forgot the presence of the King of the Fairies: why did not he understood at once? And he had lied to him? If he was, the prince ...
- sleep Lelouch, Suzaku. And you'll be my guest long enough to forget the anger and despair, lulled by the melancholy madness that will be way over the years in your mind and heart, while your body will age. In one hundred years, I swear that you are free to go - he murmured gentle, rise - Curved, weak. The tallest tower, to awaken your beautiful boy asleep ...
***
Days slipped on the day, became weeks, and years passed. Affected the walls, to take account of the time. He had food and water, a razor to shave, clean clothes. You could say that treated him with respect: he never did too cold in there, or too hot One glimmer of light came in the morning, projected on the wall, and ran on the stone during the day.
not afraid you took away the life. Not him, he had to come back ...
Initially, he sought a way to escape. Soon, he realized that it was impossible: there were no guards, there were no rounds, no one understood his language. Every so often, it was only the servant of the King, to talk and to prevent it from slipping into madness. The first time, dismissed it by violence, then he began to consider those few precious hours of humanity.
alone, sank into himself, whispered words, memories, desires. He suffered the pain of an eternal twilight. In the four walls of his room, his spirit was free to roam, as in a dream: the links between mind and body was much more transient in the Fairy Kingdom, but always came back within the walls of stone. It would have been a precious gift, madness. There had been very close, yes, but never enough to take the final step and forget everything.
When did a real dream, and it happened often, he dreamed of dancing in the woods, barefoot, the voice of Lelouch, their promise afternoon when he had been happy, unaware of everything that would follow.
The character had faded, like a blade response for too long in the scabbard. The resignation had washed away the impetuosity of youth. Yet, he still will, but the desire smoldering under the ashes, in time, had become deeper, soaking every thought, every action. There was a moment of his days or nights that were not filled with love. Facial expression is not apparent in even more: Suzaku's eyes were the color of the emerald, and her coldness to the touch.
resisted because that love was his life, everything that made him breathe. What, at the same time, choked him, hour after hour, corroding drip: the endless nights alone had coveted her body, cursed his name, and at dawn he had hated the day she met him in the woods. Everything in him was the joy of life had been torn, and the time had left him burning zeal, to break the shell of the youth, to give way to burn and hurt a soul, tormented.
yet, and yet ... she loved him.
***
Kanon, in silence, he knew that Schneizel would eventually bring the Prince to a second test: no start, in the realm of the fairies, and knotted without evoking the forces that support it and which are transported in other places, other stories ...
What would happen, all of them? Without knowing it, passed into the hands of Suzaku multiple destinations.
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