Code Geass: World Lie
A Yupi fan fiction

Chapter One: Imitation Black

Cold. An unidentifiable ominous feeling crept inside the deepest parts of her senses. She was drowning, drowning on a sea they call misery. No, it wasn't misery but rather something more insufferable than that. Perhaps it was despair, but she too cannot insert the regulations of nomenclature over that feeling. In a few hours everything would be over between her and him, and after that, her life clock would once again restart. She doesn't need the will to live anymore by that time, and then, she would just find another contractor that would surely not feel reluctance in killing her.

He, Lelouch will die as planned - by the hands of his own best friend. His tyranny will never be forgotten by history and he will be crowned as the epitome of evil. His death will be the mark of the erasure of hatred. Everything will happen as stated. BUT. She does not agree.

Lelouch deserved more than being hated. Perhaps it was because his lies thread that kind of atmosphere inside him , or people didn't really care. He soaked his hands in blood shed - he's evil. Maybe that's how they saw him. Now, everything will be over. It was her fault anyways.

If she didn't offer him anything, then the two of them will not be this close, and she wouldn't suffer. Mao could have possibly killed her.

"I'm sorry. I wouldn't be able to fulfill my promise with you after all, but can you promise me one thing? That the next time we meet, you're smiling?" Lelouch pleaded as he held her slender, feminine hand for one last time.

She pressed her hands together as she knelt down and a single drop of tear streamed down upon her cheek. This time she finally gave up and let that incomprehensible tint of void feeling gobble her entity, but she continued to pray. For the first time, she clung into the said-to-be omnipotent creator: "God".

"C2 -" a voice finally tugged. It was so soothing that she thought she was a child being lulled into her slumber.

He approached her nearer and nearer until his shadow fully covered C2's figure and produced some noise for C2 to notice him.

"Are you here to pray?" she began.

"I don't believe that my prayer would be answered though," he replied with a soft chuckle after it.

"Then is it too hard? " gaining a little more spirit than usual.

"Yes. It's after all impossible. I want to live. I want to see what this world will be like after . . . " the last words choked him. It was hard to accept, specially if you are the one who will be sacrificed.

C2 rose up from her position and abruptly hugged Lelouch. They played the game of war for too long and now that they've received their punishment, she knows that both of them regret it. The cost of every life they've shattered, every future they've trampled upon. The price was too great for one to bear. The two of them must atone and be severely hurt before their sins would be forgiven.

She must seek eternity of pain and suffering being away from him while he must die along with the mourning of the dead that will drag him to hell's blaze. They will forever be away from one another and experience torment. That was their price. The price of the code.

But. She will deny that. She will reject every possibility of pain for the two of them. Lelouch will not die. She will save him. And even if that requires her to fool the world.

Seconds after the tyrannical emperor's death, right after Lelouch, the 99th emperor of the Holy Brittanian Empire, had drawn his last grasp for breath, cheers of victory descended. The people that were at first held back by their fear stricken gaze over Lelouch were now shouting "ZERO! ZERO!". Cornelia and her troops suddenly arrived and immediately released the hostages of the ex-emperor's villainy, and rightfully arrested the remaining troops of Lelouch who weren't able to flee from the royal princess's sight. Amidst the whole chaos that ensued upon Lelouch's death was one person who was crying, shouting hysterically in front of his body that had gone cold and slightly rigid.

"Brother! Open your eyes," Nunally begged as she tightly hugged his body. If the blood that was oozing out of his body was ignored, Lelouch would most likely look like sleeping. He had a small smile plastered on his lips to which it looks like he was only dreaming, eyes shut off peacefully ignoring all the world's wrath.

She forcefully fought when Cornelia's group tried to separate her from the bloodstained corpse of her beloved brother. They were wrong ! His brother was good. He purposely acted as the antagonist for everyone. He intentionally made everyone hate him, including her in order to create the world the two of them pursued. It was so unfair, for him to gather all the world's hatred and let it be passed down from generation to generation. He didn't deserve that kind of treatment.

"Let me go ! Let me go !" she argued as she shouted with all the vigor on her body.

That was when she was cut out by non other than Zero - the planner of the treason - the masked traitor. He was sick, pure disgusting. He was the person who killed his best friend without even thinking twice. Nunally wanted to slap him square in the face and stop him from hauling her away from the body of her brother.

But she knew that Suzaku would not listen to her that time. He's just pure stubborn, ever since he became a 'Rounds' member. He became corrupted. For a moment, Nunally felt that it would have been better if Suzaku took the place of Lelouch. . . . Of what was once Lelouch.

He was dead. His spirit was no longer lingering inside his vessel.

In short. Lelouch was gone.

Forever.

Nunally cannot comprehend it. The reason to why she was resisting so hard ; Lelouch is not but a corpse anymore. Her cries would not resurrect the dead. Her agony would not be heard by the Gods. Once a human dies, everything ends that's the cruel golden rule of life.

Her resistance became listless and finally, she let Suzaku fully carry her away from the crowd. The audience looked at her for a minute or two to sympathize with her loss even if there is no sorrow tingling their senses upon Lelouch's death. It was primarily pity.

"Brother," she muttered under her breath hoping that somehow, someone would be able to hear her yearning.

However, everyone doesn't know that the requiem had not actually occurred. It was merely cloaked by a lie.

A lie that played among the hearts of the victimized through the hope that one life could be saved.

The future unfolds.