Thought I'd write a fanfic for Code Geass. First shot and I've chosen to write about Rolo. I'm stuck on episode 16 (R2) so this is mainly like an alternate universe. Cheers for dear Rolo. And damn you Lelouch. I never liked you. D

(Short) One-shot. Kinda angsty? Idk.

Disclaimer: I don't own Code Geass nor the characters. This is my first fic for the said anime and the like and yeah, you get me.

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My Reflection

Rolo Lamperouge, an assassin assigned to end Lelouch Lamperouge's life if ever he were to recall his memories, to remember that he was, and still is, Zero.

He did not do it, though, to Rolo, Lelouch was the only person who truly understood him, Lelouch was the only one who could open his eyes, and his brother was the only one that could suffice his life. Rolo was happy because of that; he did not interact with a lot of people because he had Lelouch.

He was now staring at his own reflection, lifting the hand mirror higher so he could view his face. Light brown hair, violet eyes, he was Rolo Lamperouge. Not an assassin but a brother.

Hesitantly, he tried to smile and found his face brightening up.

Sudden movement from behind, the opening of a door, made him drop the mirror, it shattered into the ground, his eyes widening a fraction as he looked over his shoulder, there, he saw his only brother, the one who really made him feel like he belonged.

Smiling genuinely, a look of concern and admiration in his face, he lifted his eyes and looked into Lelouch's.

Lies are not needed, Rolo thinks, because with a brother like Lelouch, you didn't need to lie about yourself; he knew who you were and who you are and he still remains there, as a brother, his only ray of hope, his only reason for truly prolonging his life.

"Brother," Rolo said, greeting Lelouch who had strode into the room, now standing a foot away from Rolo. Lelouch looked calm, though his violet eyes were crazed, as if it was taking all his will and power to control himself.

Slowly, he lifted his hand and sliding out of his sleeve was a gun, his left eye showed the sign of the Geass and slowly, his head tilted and a manic smile on his face, Lelouch shot.

Rolo did not have time to register what was going on, as he fell, all he could really think about was that it was not his brother that shot him, it couldn't have been the Lelouch Lamperouge he knew – or he thought he knew – rather, it was Lelouch vi Britannia that shot him. He fell to the floor, crashing down beside the broken mirror. He had only time to look at his reflection for a second, he saw the blood and then the look on his face, blank yet unsurprised.

He died knowing Lelouch as a brother, he died being a brother himself. For that, Rolo has no regrets.