Series: Code Geass , AU.
Chapters: 6 / 6 (+ Epilogue).
Rating: R.
Pairing: Suzaku / Lelouch. Disclaimers
: They do not belong to me, and even the scenery of the story.
Note1: not know Code Geass? Well, does nothing! is not involved in any way the texture of the soul: I only adhered to 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. ;)
Note2: For previous chapters, follow the tag The Sleeping Beauty.
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opened eyes, annoyed by a ray of sunshine. Against your face, try putting on one side. A strong smell penetrated his senses: Wood, of life that had grown in the light of day, had absorbed the storms, rooted in the earth. It was not the stone always the same, cold and hard.
The sunset light entered through an open window, crisp air of the evening together. He stood up, shaking and sweating. It was in a small room, a space seemingly the middle of nowhere. A peace unreal immobility, lack radical impregnated there. And here, on his right, which knocked the door, the entrance from which he had entered. He was in the cabin in the woods.
The wind caressed her face, kind. This is followed by silence, filled only by the beat of his human heart in his chest. There was nothing there for him. Or someone. The spell was broken. He got up, with all the dignity he had left. The legs were a little 'weak, but they rectum.
went out, leaving behind the house. He heard the noise of the creek nearby. He was thirsty and it was with relief and gratitude that fell on her knees to the stream. He took off the gloves worn out, plunged his hands and poured water on the head several times. He drank until his stomach so permits. He let himself go completely, his back against the soft grass.
Heaven. Red, sunset. Sounds, noises. Life.
was alive. He was free.
Suzaku closed his eyes, gathering his thoughts, memories: he had dreamed it all? To be sure, looked back at the house, surrounded by woods. Same as he remembered. The only difference was the ivy, which enveloped her completely. Ivy leafless now. It was autumn.
He touched his face. Under the fingertips - fine lines, ten years.
It spurred, stood up and left. He gave his back to the place, watching with sadness the direction where, he recalled, he had left his horse tied. There was nothing. He followed the river, looking out of the cursed forest. The clothes were worn and dirty, no longer seemed those of a prince.
Nothing was the same.
sobbed, striving to break down and cry for happiness and agony he had to return as soon as possible to their islands.
He and the King of the Fairies had spoken, one more time. He had permission to leave, because his people needed him: his father had died and were preparing wars of succession. Yes, Lelouch would have given up. He could not sacrifice even his own people. It was too much. He was tired. He could endure anything, but not blood of his hands.
He arrived at the borderline of the forest, it was already evening. He looked toward the valley, and saw with horror that the village was almost totally invisible in the shadows of the night, and there were no lights. But what really shook him was the castle of King Charles: it was almost completely in ruins. He stammered his astonishment. Ten years had passed, only. What happened?
ran towards the slope. The trees outside were heard, behind him, touched by the wind, and nothing was more appropriate than that faint rustling, to reflect the despair that took the heart of the Prince. It was nearly all destroyed. Some towers were partially standing, only one remained intact. It had to be to Lelouch.
however, was not to concern him now. Not being able to divert the heart, Philip Suzaku looked away. Every step was torture. He was tired, alone. What he called home was still a week of travel, and he had nothing, there was none. Still, he must go forward. A bowed head, he advanced until he succeeded. When he saw a house from the road, went over to see if there was someone. Shouted several times. The voice was lost in the void, having rung for a few moments between the beams and thatch.
- There is none.
He said to himself. The voice was hoarse, screaming in fury. It did not matter. The accommodations were useless, he made his way into the stable, and there find rest.
's voice rang out clear of the King of the Fairies, in memory: if he had betrayed the pact and had approached the tower, he would never again see the shores of its islands. Lelouch had lost ten years of existence, and his heart. Cried the old blanket, pulling it between your fingers trembling, tearing. Finally he fell asleep, like a drop of dew that evaporates on the first sun.
was rested the next morning, shivering with cold, sore. Straightened the makeshift bed, knowing that no one would have made more use. In the kitchen there was not even a crumb of anything. Forget it, resolving to seek some fruit trees in the borderline of the road.
Walking, absently watching the sky, overcast and solemn, and the road flooded grass, among the large rounded stones. Certainly did not expect, after a while, 'to hear the sounds of hooves and something else: hastened pace, more and more heartened by the noises that were louder, different. He saw someone in a cart in the distance, idly advancing. It was a donkey cart and a poor, but it was the first human presence.
- Are you from here?
question He looked a little 'suspicious but moved to pity by the clothes worn and unkempt. He nodded, stopping the donkey, who fought the tail on the thighs, turning curious.
Suzaku cleared his throat, tried to sound convincing, it is rather tired and confused:
- I am a traveler, I have to leave the kingdom but can not find a single inhabited house. You are the first person to be a long time. I lost my things in the forest, and the horse. Could you give me a lift?
The man kindly said yes, and it was in the park to answer questions. He was also in passing, that the kingdom had gone into poverty due to a curse of which, however, did not speak, fearing to be involved. In fact, it was said that anyone approaching the castle would have been struck by misfortune. Nature itself had helped to expel the men, earthquakes, diseases and fires in the city, so that the village was abandoned and the thorns growing on the walls of the castle (or at least what was left of it).
Suzaku, as he listened carefully, looked at the tallest tower high.
- There is no one left?
Churches, with a whisper. The answer came, or maybe not. His mind was there, nailed, suffering. A thorn that could take off in one way.
What was he doing? Not if it would ever be forgiven, in any case. He thanked the man, jumped, gave their backs to the street, walking straight towards the castle. Crossed thorn bushes, climbed the walls fall, going the other way. Had broken so many laws of men, those of piety and duty, that the offense more, worse than death, or ten years in prison, what could make him? At one time he had fire in her heart, now the only option was to ashes.
What was going home, if he had changed forever? Seven times cursed the bond which had broken all others, and knelt as a penitent, in the soul, a prince who had stolen his heart.
was very tired when he came under the tower. He touched the door, which opened without a sound. As if an earthquake, there had never existed. Inside, red ivy, not yet faded from the autumn. As if there was really another world. Suzaku Philip remembered the flowers that had surrounded the cabin in the woods. She shivered, placing a hand on the wall covered with leaves: he felt the consistency was real. At any moment something horrible would happen. Like last time.
How. As. As. Everything was repeated in a circle, and was now so tight as to break the breath. He advanced, however, step by step. The devastated landscape, which could be seen beyond the slits in the rock, was increasingly unreal as it went up a level. In light of the sun, was wrapped in a fluff of dust and silence. It was unnatural for a place uninhabited. What was the curse fall on the kingdom?
How could have the appearance of evil light? Be in broad daylight?
Suzaku screwing up his eyes, when he passed the pillars of light, projected from the outside. Soon he stopped looking at all outside. He stopped when his knees buckled. He was hungry. Had a stone in his chest without effigy, weighed, then. He put his shoulder to the wall, caught his breath.
- Lelouch ... he murmured.
had to be almost there. One more effort, and would have broken the curse. But the steps follow one after another. The temples of the prince were sweaty, his breathing irregular. He fell to his knees, pressed his forehead against the stone. He squeezed his eyes, preventing tears out, because if he had abandoned to frustration would no longer be able to get up. He finished the rage. Now it was only despair, because he felt that this was the ' yet another free-kick. Blow by blow, all that was turned against him.
He felt he would die there, as well. He shivered from head to feet, elbows lifted, climbed some other step. Simply, it was the limit. Collapsed, as the building out there. He could not make it. He had failed. Now he had only ...
Suzaku . A gentle tone, voice he knew. He raised his head, he saw beside him Kanon.
- Go 'way.
Underwear, through clenched teeth. The green eyes were blind with rage. The spirit in human form, he shook his head. On the sides of the cheeks swung the light hair, leave only wisps fall freely.
- Suzaku - held out a hand with a bundle - Eat, or you'll be even worse.
Prince refused. Suzaku took and ate good food soft. Hearing the noise, looked up and saw a lovely girl, with long wavy hair, hazel eyes and violet light. She looked at him worried. The human being tensed, recognizing in her the same grace of the beautiful and sweet Eufemia.
- you will not hurt.
he said, Kanon. She went down a step, nodding to reinforce the words of others. He added:
- Prince Philip Suzaku, now that you know the truth. Based on this, you can choose to go back, or get to the top, where my brother is sleeping.
Suzaku blinked, struggling to understand.
- Your brother ...?
Kanon said before she could do her:
- Twenty-six years ago, my lord, the King of the Fairies thanks this kingdom of the birth of a son. When he was not invited to the christening, he raged at the point of transforming the blessing into a curse: what should have been the joy and guide these people, became the cause of his disaster. First sixteen years of distance, then sleep, and the ruin of the castle. ... I did not know anything. Although certainly knew well the Prince Lelouch, the brother of my Lord and Princess Nunnally, punished for having wronged the Prince Schneizel, before all this happened. We thought it was all locked up somewhere.
- Yes it was! - Said she, clenching his fists - In the body of a man!
Suzaku stared at her long, unable to understand it. The mind the thought of chasing Lelouch like them, and struggled to grasp it.
- He is not a human being?
Kanon nodded.
- I was. To all intents and purposes. At least until the curse has fallen on him.
The Prince stood up: get your energy back muscles, the nerves lose every moment that passed.
- no longer is, now ...
He leaned against the wall. Kanon stepped forward to help him, but the human being prevented him, dodging. Nunnally looked at them, and infused in the words that had all the hope in my veins:
- Prince Philip Suzaku, you have to listen! Liberate my brother, let go of us ... Restituitemelo, please.
Princess's eyes were full of tears. He must really love, that brother believed lost, eclipsed. He must have suffered injury by ripping up the separation.
Suzaku held in his eyes. It was a beautiful fairy, as EUPHA. It was fragile, in need of warmth and love. It was as transparent, its eyes of carnal men. Inspired him with compassion, tenderness. But that was the pity for himself? Suzaku was unable to prove, and so, after all, was not even able to sympathize. What was the separation, not even three hundred years, to be immortal? What could he know that little girl shivering, pain, loss? Fade away the feeling in his fingers what he loved, see the illusions yellow and curl. Knowing that it is useless to cry, you can only look forward.
passed the Suzaku next, continuing to rise. Just a matter of scale, and was on the landing.
a deep breath. Outstretched hands, the door opened.
In the four-poster bed, surrounded by soft shadows, Lelouch. Young, as before. Destined to remain so. Very nice. Suzaku clapped his hands flat on indecent clothes, sat on the edge of the bed, took her own wounds and ruined, a hand of the prince who is sleeping. He had pale skin and a pure pink, dark hair shining like silk. Motionless, wrapped in the comfort of unconsciousness, a prisoner of sleep. Vulnerable.
Suzaku caressed his cheek, eyebrows went up. He wanted to hug him, stringerselo the chest, but he was not worthy. His body was wounded, exhausted, dirty. Lelouch was intact. The pressed his forehead, avoiding the hair, the other still held the delicate palm of the Prince of the fairies.
He would wake up, and would disappear, leaving him alone. But it did not matter ...
... just a few inches between their lips ...
I have laughed, for her was horrible. For believing that it was possible ...
... the smell, which he loved, skin Lelouch ...
stupid, I would called, had lost everything and got nothing.
trembling all over, put his mouth on her: it was pure warm honey. He stood up, escaping the sweet touch, unable to handle it, resigned.
floated eyelids, opened. The violet eyes fixed on him.
Suzaku stood.
Lelouch smiled.
- It was time. I've waited so long ...
The spell was broken by two other appearances. The sister of Lelouch - Nunnally - knelt beside his brother, his head sank on the bed. Lelouch, with readiness, stroked his head, sitting up, comforting, reassuring. Suzaku stepped back, defeated. Another. Passed by Kanon, avoiding gaze. Piety would not stand by an immortal. Did not need it. He was free to die now.
had fulfilled all its commitments, no?
Each step in a sinking sadness increasingly grim. Seemed to have no end, but almost immediately he set foot on the ground. The descent was not so long, and he had traveled to absent-mindedly. And now every spell was broken. The ivy on the walls had dried. The door was lying on the ground, eroded. The lintel seemed about to break.
Outside, the air was fresh. The inert hands to the sides, the prince looked up at the highest room of a castle that no longer existed. It was evening. Darkness invades the sky from the horizon far away over the cliffs and forest. A few stars. Scratched the earth with their heavy footsteps without direction.
A raven croaked. The Prince was just in time to see him leave, along with a white bird. ... A dove?
- Suzaku.
Lelouch was behind. Suzaku did not look back, kept walking.
- Suzaku.
The imperious voice. Suzaku hated it. Did not answer.
- Where do you go?
- None of your business. Back at home, your own people.
had been mocked by those forces that increasingly dominate men. It was nothing, not even the dust on the floor.
Lelouch's arms imprisoned him from behind. It was a taken lightly, he could break it with one step. That did not do. It was no longer where there have been so strong, now more than ever in his heart. He felt it was more real, or alive, of his own shadow on the ground. And yet ... that narrow the blood ran faster, and Lelouch's face, the neck down, was unbearable.
- Let me explain.
- You know .
- I only know that I want to be with you.
- You can not.
- Why?
spun. Lelouch, with that aspect too as a kid grew up, smiled, with tears in his eyes. Prince Suzaku could not to remain unmoved: she took his face in his hands, regardless of blood and dirt.
- I lived through the hells for you.
Telling diminished ten years of agony. Give it voice was lost in the wind. It was the incommunicable. Yet he regretted having spoken, clear and crisp ...
Lelouch closed his eyelids.
- you tell me. At home.
Astonished, the Prince Suzaku stiffened.
- Which house?
- That in the woods. What else?
Eventually, he was persuaded. He had no place to go, the whole kingdom was in disastrous condition, desert. Although the house was cursed in his heart, the choice of Lelouch was reasonable, and the human prince had no weapons, no reason to oppose.
What would be the future?
walked in silence, like two strangers. Stolen glances, sighs withheld. Prince Suzaku was wounded in the soul, stiff as a sheet of ice too thin to walk carefully. Lelouch felt it, so waited.
She opened her lips to say enough , and groaned: "yet". Blankets fulfilled, beneath them, or passed on earth. The night outside the window. The bodies twisted, knotted entries, continues to chase each other in a dance, a delirium of multiple rhythms, including ecstasy and the other knows the sweetest of breaks.
one night. Perhaps the only one.
One night it was worth a lifetime, which exhausted and worn out, I no longer and you. Violence most delirious of wine, whiter than milk, more indispensable than honey.
They fell asleep, emptied of thoughts and forces.
For the first time in their lives, dreamed side by side. Dreams as real as their bodies embraced.
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