The Epic Tragedy of Code Geass: Suzaku and Lelouch
I made this to assuage my grief over the ending of Code Geass. Contains spoilers, I bet. I haven't written it at this point.
It was years after the death of Suzaku Kururugi. As far as the world knew, anyway. But Suzaku wasn't looking much more alive than the world believed him to be. It took all his willpower to put on the mask (literally!) everyday.
The world itself was a better place, thanks to Lelouch and his ultimate sacrifice. Zero kept it running as he commanded. It wasn't perfect, by any means. But conflicts were solved through discussion, not violence and terrorism. Suzaku was somewhat comforted by the fact that he was helping Lelouch's impossible dream come true. This was the world they had both dreamed of, but always had thought impossible to achieve.
Another long, weary day. Suzaku tore off Zero's mask and laid it down on the bed, preparing himself for another sleepless night.
Damn Lelouch. Suzaku thought angrily, you died and left me to feel this unbearable guilt every night. But Suzaku knew that Lelouch had had his share of suffering. Even in death, he was discredited and despised.
"Lelouch…"
"Yeah… I know…."
Suzaku leapt up restlessly, shaking away memories best left forgotten and spotted a small dark shadow in the corner. Suddenly, the shape pounced.
"Ouch! Arthur?" Suzaku asked, as the tiny teeth sunk into his fingers. "Ouch, Arthur, I thought we'd become friends." He smiled at the cat. Arthur's yellow eyes gleamed back. "Let's go for a walk."
Outside, hidden in the darkness, Suzaku walked the familiar route to Lelouch's (and his own!) gravestone. Why was it familiar? Not because he went there often; it wouldn't do to be seen as Zero mourning Lelouch, and even if he didn't have to keep up this pretense, Suzaku wouldn't have gone. He didn't need the reminder, and there were better ways of remembering a friend than a cold engraved rock.
He supposed it was familiar because he had never forgotten; too many people were buried there, too many lives and dreams lay in the misty field.
The flash of metal, the spurt of blood. More than one life ended that day. Suzaku stood still, tears flowing down his face freely, as Lelouch's bloody hands stroked the mask hiding his friend's anguished face.
"Arthur! Arthur, where are you?" Suzaku suddenly called, desperate to not be alone. He turned to face the cold stone marker, but fell to his knees, sick.
"Hey."
"Lelouch?" Suzaku knew he was being ridiculous. Lelouch was dead, and Suzaku didn't believe in ghosts, other than the ones that tormented him at night.
"Hey. A green-haired girl stood there, peering at him with golden eyes.
"C.C." Suzaku stared back. He hadn't seen her since… a long time.
"C.C. You have the geass, right? Can you take me back to before all this … just for a few minutes?"
Her golden eyes were unfathomable.
"Alright."