A Yupi Fan Fiction
Code Geass: World Lie

"Justice is a vague word that people loves to hear"

Nunally pressed her hands together trying to cease the trembling of her stiffened shoulders . She had seen Cornelia violently subdue another's whim before by using her menacing and infamous influence – without fail. To experience it personally was much more of a frightening thought than being given the privilege to audience one of Cornelia's public humiliation stunts. Her murderous intent and glare had made it almost impossible for her to breath, and she felt like if she were to avert her gaze away from Cornelia's stare, she would be eaten and skinned alive..

It was foolish enough to try to think of retaliating when Cornelia's spouting her blunt words, and to accomplish such feat would mean pure stupidity. However, to leave Cornelia and do what she pleased was unforgivable, and to rebuke her was fairly acceptable – still idiotic.

She blinked and for once tried to be rational and open-minded about the situation. Lelouch had died and it was the family tradition to pass the crown into the favoured of the deceased emperor, but if the ruler hadn't chosen an heir, the crown shall be placed upon the head of the blood relative who's scientifically closest. If she were to break that tradition then she would implicitly destroy the world that Lelouch had crafted. A place suitable for all where hatred had perished, and where justice prevails.

"Brother, what were you thinking back then when you had thought of this kind of world? The justice that I have thought, have you envisioned it to be that way too? Really, when you know that it's such a vague word, yet you've remained to proclaim that it's your cause," she whispered – words pronounced soothingly.

Rotating back her wheelchair, Nunally strolled towards the open balcony. She was finally able to flush out the left traces of fear when Cornelia vented out her anger. She held tightly on a pink paper crane; it was the one thousandth, and it was true that her wish was fulfilled, yet she lost one important person on her life. Was the exchange worth it? Or should she have just wished for Lelouch to be with her forever?

"Brother. I miss you,"

And a teardrop was absorbed by the paper origami that contained all the melancholy of her. It was after all, the last tear her eyes could produce with a promise that she won't cry for her brother again though her sadness will still remain with the want to at least see him once more.

"You're not rushing everything without a carefully laid-out plan, Cornelia?" Zero asked having used to Lelouch's complicated strategies, but Cornelia shot him a puzzled look. Truly, Cornelia was only fitted for the role of a warrior, and he too was. He paused, "Haste turns to waste, your highness. There may be a high probability that Jeremiah Gottwald and C.C's in the vicinity, yet we cannot sacrifice the remaining of the military units to track the two down," he formally theorized, and he found many flaws on his explanation, but it was Cornelia whom he was talking about. The princess built with instincts not logical explanations. He would be able to outsmart Cornelia for a while.

She scowled and halted; she turned around and spoke, "You know very well that C.C's a master of trickery. She would easily intercept this, and then go back into hiding once again." Pointing out her finger accusingly, Cornelia added, "Or are you playing sides already? Sympathizing that renegade lost her lover?"

Zero sighed mentally feeling that he needed to act like all-calculative further to break Cornelia's thick ice of irrationality and insensitivity. "Look, this is not a matter of sympathy. I am addressing this situation logically," he commented with sudden growth of irritation.

"Logically? Then why are you letting the key person knowing the secret behind Lelouch's actions cross the bridge right in front of our sights?" she crossed her arms whilst growing impatient ; nevertheless Zero remained his cool composition – or at least tried. He sighed, now the sound more audible within the hallway and Cornelia rolled her eyes. "I may not be a strategist, but I know the obvious," levelling her glare and resumed walking; she flawlessly ordered Zero to take her lead.

"Very well then, I'll give you a chance to hold a search warrant for Jeremiah Gottwald and C.C; however, you may only compose a group of five people. You are excluded, of course. Understood?" he remarked. Cornelia chuckled and proudly placed her hands on her hips, "Five's more than enough. I'll say I only need one." Her proclamation increased Zero's inner tension. Just who that soldier might be for Cornelia to place her bet on. Guilford? It's possible, but there was something whispering into Zero's ear that he wasn't the chosen. Who then?

He took a step forward and addressed his message on a provoking manner, "You sound a little overconfident. Are you sure that your bet is up for the job?" Cornelia's confidence increased further. "I do not question that pilot's abilities nor 'her' background and experiences making her fit the job. After all, the two did spend some time together,"

Wait, who was she talking about? Her. Her. Her. Anya?!

No. Anya had gone missing for a few days already, and they had no inkling about where she went after the battle with Lelouch's army. The only thing clear was that she fought Orange and lost consciousness in the middle of the fight. It was another thing he wanted to ask Jeremiah.

Once again, he questioned himself. Who was Cornelia's dog?

Her.

Her.

Her.

Then it suddenly hit him like a brick thrown to his head. The only left person that's most capable of accomplishing it, based from the want to actually succeed in doing it. She's no other than -

"Don't tell me,"

"Kallen?" Zero announced shockingly. For Cornelia to place such drastic measure, he thought how much of a sadist Cornelia was. To break the heart of Kallen more to be assigned on a duty to search for the rumoured mistress and child-bearer of the fallen demon emperor. He stopped walking for a second, but continued when he saw Cornelia shoot a puzzled and suspicious look upon him. It was like she was getting more and more hints about his true identity. "The ace of black knights? Why so?" he tried to suggest his innocence against the information within Lelouch's life.

"Zero – who are you, really?" he heard Cornelia say. He shook his head, walked as gracefully as possible with a chin dressing him up with slight dominance, "I am Zero – a symbol," and he could see Cornelia form a small smile with his statement that looked like it reassured Cornelia.

"It would be nice if you would stay that way," Cornelia whispered as Zero quirked his eyebrow.

Could it be that the Witch of Britannia had already realized what was going on?

"Kallen,"

She turned her head and slightly tilted her head. Why had Sayako mentioned her name – she asked herself. There was no knowing unless she replied, right?

"Y—Yes?" she replied with a sudden outburst.

"Mind if I ask something?" the Japanese woman halted just before she reached for the door knob.

"I don't mind. Go on," she placidly stated as she childishly shook her bandaged hand testing if the pain remained.

"What are you planning to do now?"

Kallen blinked trying to formulate the ideal answer for Sayako's query. Right, what was she planning to do anyways? Now that fresh air had entered her system, she was able to rationalize, but often times her hot headedness took over. She shook her head when she realized that her train of thoughts had gotten astray from the original question. Lelouch had died, there was no changing of the reality, and she repeated that to herself over and over; it seems that Lelouch had left Kallen with the task to serve under the new military, possibly under the direct order of Zero and Nunally – a high ranked officer. But, was she ready? Was Kallen ready to forgive and forget? One word – no.

She wasn't a bit close to half of forgiving, nor forgetting had ever entered her mind ; however, another question rose that cracked her ideology. Was it needed to forgive and forget for her to serve them? Her answer to that question was split into two : yes and no. True, personal dwellings should not be included into one's work that was professionalism, but her stubbornness continued to affect her own actions.

"About that,"

Damn it, Kallen. If you don't decide for yourself right now then it will never happen ! Screw this.

"The requiem was Master Lelouch's plans. It was to erase everyone's hate with him. I overheard it once," Sayako broke the silence. Kallen's face lightened up and a small smile lit up.

She suddenly realized that her trifles were from the start senseless. If that was Lelouch's will … Even if she won't forgive and forget … There was only one thing to do.

"I'll serve under the rule of Empress Nunally Vi Britannia and will resurrect Zero's personal unit as his bodyguard. That's what I plan to do," slipping out her mouth like Kallen had practiced it over and over. She cannot decide whether she heard Sayako chuckle or not just before she left the room with an almost silent, 'good luck' .

She crossed her arms and thought : Lelouch, did I do the right thing? This time, I want to change. This is my only way to repent. Am I right? You planned this too… Or maybe not.

Immediately, she dug deep into the comfort of the mattress, her arms encircled on a pillow, hair messily scattered on the bed. Almost slowly, she fell into the embrace of slumber ; the things that occurred that day debilitated her remaining strength. She fought hard at first thinking that she might once again see the death of Lelouch re-enacted. Her lacking as a soldier who should have remained by the side of her leader that led to his fall. Her behaviour of being ruled over by her emotions that didn't only lead to one accident but a series to which she can enumerate. Kallen tightened her hold to the pillow, feeling as if it's the only shield she had. This time, she will value everything and protect Nunally. After all, she was a soldier with an unfulfilled duty.

C.C took a deep breath just before started speaking, "Jeremiah Gottwald, are you willing to take the risk of this retrieval operation? I cannot guarantee you that we will return unscathed. Currently speaking of, I highly suspect that Cornelia has dispatched a few units to hunt us down." She was never a woman to fear such military ; however, Gottwald was another case. He was a mortal who could lose his life in line of his duty.

Gottwald silently nodded, letting out a slow deep breath to confirm his approval not letting the words of the witch shake his formed composure. His strong gaze remained as he sat silently waiting for C.C to continue. He was ready for those things. Dying was nothing, and besides he firmly believed that this sort-of mission would not fail. Lelouch had addressed him as his knight ; it was a title he took pride in. And, as long as the master lives, the knight should too. He should after all protect the master until the day of his master's death. It was something like his code of conduct.

This mission wouldn't fail.

"You were never a woman to care about the others, excluding Lelouch. I see no point for you to remind me of those words. A soldier, from the day of his enlistment had foreseen death. Only a fool wouldn't believe that there is no death on a battlefield," Gottwald coolly stated.

Originally, C.C never intended to take Gottwald with her. It just provided her with more caution to take as for they were both criminals – renegades to be more precise. She had planned to contact Gottwald once everything between her and Lelouch had settled, and once Gottwald had smoothly blended in with the crowd. This was a miscalculation. But, several minor contingencies occurred, so she personally needed the help of Gottwald. Who knows, the success rate might level up with him.

But they need to move faster now. There would be no second chances for this. Once she's caught, it's over. Cornelia was never a woman to cease-fire once she stirs things up. That witch wouldn't let her prey flee after containing it. Failure means death though that doesn't technically count for her. All she knows is that she couldn't afford to Cornelia touch her and imprison her.

"True enough," she commented as she stretched her hand, "From here on, we're travelling towards Shinjuku Ghetto and drive a prepared truck towards Yokosuka Port. Once we reach that point, we'll use a submarine as our transportation towards Kamine Island. Lelouch is there."

Jeremiah smirked, thoroughly impressed with C.C's plans. Despite the measured risks, it was over-all satisfactory. C.C had surely counted all the possible routes, and prepared everything they needed. She was a responsible and efficient task holder. The witch was serious about this at the very least.

Even more,the way the witch had thought so far got him fascinated. Well, the master of trickery and escape really wasn't overrated. Gottwald couldn't help but think that she's living the name of being the confidante of the demon Lelouch. Witches really are a wonder.

"You've prepared for this, am I right?" Gottwald suggested, and eyed C.C fondly. He was glad to have been on a mission together with her. The closest they were together on a task was during Lelouch's reign, but C.C just served as an audience during their battles. Once, she entered the stage but was quickly eliminated by the Black Knight's ace – Kallen Kozuki. Still, he heard many rumours about the mistress of the emperor to have some skill in knightmare frames. Now, he might just have the time to prove that.

C.C ruffled her hair before it constructed her view and slowly spoke, "I would be damned if Lelouch dies. Even if he'll hate me for this. He's important for many people." She implied that he was too important for her. He was her warlock. And even if Lelouch might condemn her for stressing that familiarity between them, she wanted to let him live. "Shall we go now? I believe we should take advantage of the mood of the people now. They're not overly cautious of their surroundings at the moment, and I think that news about us aren't publicized yet,"

She yawned and brushed her attire. She noticed that her wounds haven't healed yet nor was it close to a bit healed. The blood oozing out and her aching limbs served as living testimony, but Lelouch was waiting. She had no time to rest and rejuvenate. This was a one shot try.

"Let's make this as fast as we can," Jeremiah stated visibly realizing the seriousness of C.C's wound. At the back of his mind, he asked himself whether C.C would survive it. Not a matter of life and death issue, but whether C.C would reach their destination without dozing off on the way. He looked a bit concerned about it, but then C.C glared at him mentally sending him a message that they should not see it as a hindrance. He reluctantly nodded, and walked.

They arrived at the Settlement a few minutes after they'd began walking, and C.C was breathing rampantly. He couldn't help but worry more, but she waved her hand at dismissal of his concern. She was desperate already. She leaned on a nearby brick wall and touched her navel, groaning silently in pain after that, but immediately resumed walking. Despite the few number of people walking in the street, presumably because families were busy celebrating over their liberation, some eyed them cautiously standing as lone outcasts in the street with very different clothing. One thing Jeremiah knew for sure was that the sooner they got out there, the better.

"Do you think there would still be people in the Ghetto?" C.C asked pasting on a kind of sadistic smile, sweat pouring out of her body. Jeremiah didn't bother answer ; he remained walking, feeling that silence was the right reply for the witch's query.

"Do we even have time to talk about that?" he asked slightly outraged.

Jeremiah placed his hand on C.C's waistline, making him earn a scandalized look from the witch. "Shhh, even I don't have any choice," he mentioned. Soon then, C.C placed her arm around his neck turning her weight under his care. For a moment though, Jeremiah realized how heavy the witch actually was despite how slender her body looked, but the knight didn't bulge a bit about it. He had heard of several rumours how the witch behaved to get what she wants.

What should he expect from the person who can keep the Demon Emperor in line?

From afar, the two looked like they were some lovey-dovey couple, kissing and cuddling. Perhaps, that was the reason C.C shot him a venomous glare. But, at the same time, the two wouldn't attract that unwanted attention anymore, they looked normal. Except for the blood dripping from C.C's clothes, or some left blood stains on Jeremiah's uniform.

C.C could feel it. Blood gushing out of her stomach. It was dreadful, unfathomable, intolerable ; she could almost feel her digestive track touching the fresh skin. That fear that she held, that if she took one wrong step then some of her organs might fall. And she felt ashamed that she was feeling horror just for that time. Kallen's words had already touched the reality. Right, she was becoming more human, but that very sentence terrorizes her the most. It was worse than actually experiencing death. Becoming human means, she would experience life-long agony and torture. Regret, sadness all those vile words would come intoxicate her system. She refused to feel them for eternity.

But then also, C.C thought that becoming human would mean. . . experiencing happiness, love. She wanted that to happen with Lelouch as much as possible. Was there a way for them to just experience happiness and love without any pain? She would embrace humanity whole-heartedly if God can give them such method she yearns.

C.C stopped from deluding herself from her little fantasies as the stench of blood and garbage came infiltrating her nostrils. Her throat that felt so dry before sensed the digested particles of the Hawaiian pizza that she ate before the Requiem plunging upwards, and the only thing that she could do was cover her mouth to prevent from throwing up.

It had been just a few weeks since her last visit to that place. Well, perhaps the reason she didn't experience that feeling that time was because her stomach wasn't slit into inches wide. But, somehow she could feel some difference from that Ghetto that before looked so hopeless, rundown and submerged in chaos. At that moment, C.C wondered why she could feel tranquility despite the heavy odour.

"Where are we heading now?" Jeremiah asked. She could hear his breathing growing more loud.

"Shinjuku Redevelopment Area Block Five. Around the northern part of the ghetto. That building has been left untouched by the Britannian Government ever since the Poison Gas incident," her voice becoming more cracked as sweat mingled with blood. "Haha, even an immortal looks so weak. Why don't we take a break?" laughing at her own disgraceful sight.

"How long will that take to heal?" He asked once again while scanning the area of C.C's injury. It was bad – very bad. Gottwald concluded that the wounds were infected already. Just staying inside the drainage was a bad idea, but to top it all, she walked for a few kilometers. He couldn't imagine the burden it brought on C.C's wound.

"3 days, at least," she estimated. "Even if we take a break now, this wouldn't heal. You need to regain your breath, Jeremiah Gottwald," C.C uttered, breaking her tight hold from Jeremiah's nape and leaned on the nearest rubble.

"If you say so," he replied with a tired look on his eyes. He sat beside C.C and looked at the sky. He could see a few amount of Stratus clouds building up, hovering above them. "It's going to rain," he concluded from the sight above him. Jeremiah looked around once more, trying to settle the anxious feeling around him. They were just surrounded by a bunch of garbage and unfinished buildings. There were no people around.

He took a small stick of cigarette from his back pocket and lit it using a lighter. Breathing in, he inhaled the smoke coming out of the lighted cigarette. His tension was dropping faster now.

"So you smoke," C.C began.

"Yeah. Can I?" he asked permission. He held the cigarette on his hand and dropped it before spewing out smoke.

"I don't really care. Since when did you start smoking though?" C.C said raising an eyebrow.

"Ever since Lady Marianne's death. As a soldier, I cannot accept that I thoroughly failed my duty," Jeremiah shared and then blew the cigarette once more. She silently nodded and balled her body, resting her head on her folded arms and listened attentively to Jeremiah's story.

"Then I got assigned on Area 11. You know why I took the job? Because I still believed that there might be some way for Princess Nunally and Prince Lelouch to escape death and live on. Even if the army was notified about their deaths eight years ago. . . I went here to search for them anyways," he continued. His eyes looked like they were watering already, and he seemed to look at something beyond their sights.

"How noble," C.C stated with a tone of sarcasm.

"I'd appreciate if you really meant that," he laughed and offered C.C a piece of cigarette. "Want to try some?"

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. So even Jeremiah had his melodramatic story. "I tried smoking once, but I don't like it. Keep it for yourself," C.C storied and closed her eyes. "Just tell me when you're ready to go again,"

Jeremiah nodded and continued smoking. His lips curved into a smile before muttering, "Yeah. Just rest there."

Minutes passed and C.C continued to sleep. Jeremiah could hear her heavy breath while she slept. He removed his coat and placed it on top of C.C's back. "His majesty would love to see you well. This is the least I can do," he whispered.

The light pitter patter of the rain slowly filled the background, and Jeremiah knew it was already time to wake her up. He stood up, brushed off his sleeves and was about to throw his cigarette away.

"Geez Ohgi, you were so damn slow ! Now look, it's already drizzling," a stranger's voice barked. Jeremiah knew that voice clearly as it still irritated him to the bone.

But why? Why were they here? They should be under the military's security at the moment.

"Keep quiet Tamaki. It's just rain. Don't act so girly," Ohgi retorted with a witty remark. Tamaki growled and frowned giving off the vibes of Shut-the-fuck-up-I'm-not-gay.

'Shit' Jeremiah thought. He ducked but remained observing. They were at least ten meters away, and the only thing obstructing Tamaki's and Ohgi's view from them was the rubble they leaned on. He pushed C.C's head down to hide her distinct green hair. She scowled at him when the impact of the push wounded her. "What was that for!" she demanded.

He immediately muffled her mouth with his hand, but the sound of C.C's exasperated statement reached the ears of Tamaki and Ohgi. They looked around surveying the area. "You heard that Tamaki?" Ohgi asked as they turned into a sudden stop.

"Yeah. Heard that pretty well," he replied. The two turned their attention towards the big piece of rock the two were currently hiding in, and Jeremiah could perfectly hear the scrunching sound of their footsteps as they drew nearer their site. His heartbeat raced ; his instincts told him to withdraw first.

'Shit' he bit his lip in annoyance. He cannot afford to ignite a fight at that state. With C.C bleeding like crazy and worn-out during their long-walk. He determined to escape from them until he regained enough energy. He cannot stake their safety over trivial pride.

"We need to escape," he spoke as he scooped C.C from the ground. She didn't say anything afterwards despite how much awkward their pose looked as Jeremiah carried C.C the bridal style. Jeremiah thought that it might be because C.C was already drained of her energy, or perhaps she accepted that it would be the fastest way to run away. Either way, it still looked weird.

Tamaki and Ohgi arrived at the scene of the crime but ended up finding nothing.

Jeremiah breathed with ease and his heart's palpitating decreased when they successfully escaped. If not for his adrenaline rush that time then he wouldn't gain enough power and speed to carry C.C without decreasing how fast he ran. He could feel his legs wobbling right after that, and he unexpectedly dropped C.C - a little not gentle. Oh man, he knew he was screwed when he meets Lelouch.

"I think we're hallucinating, Ohgi. Why would that bitch be here anyways?" he said obviously with tone of deep hatred on the things C.C did to him. "Let's go back. Man, I'm hungry," he continued. He already turned around and started walking away.

"No, they were here," Ohgi answered in seriously pointing out on an evidence on the floor. It was a white coat with a gold plate pinned on the left breast. 'Jeremiah Gottwald' was the name printed on the plate. He frowned and picked it up. "We're going back and turn this over. Let's go, Tamaki,"

"What the hell man? They could still be here! I mean, dude, come on. The ghetto's so large and filled with alleyways," Tamaki grumbled and grabbed the coat away from Ohgi.

Ohgi's eyebrows burrowed and he spoke, "Exactly. And we're not dogs that just because we found this doesn't mean we can hunt them down. Let's get outta here. The sooner we return there, the better."

"Tsk. So commanding," Tamaki complained and dragged his feet as he followed Ohgi's command. He hated this, being ordered around but he cannot do anything. Not until he gets himself a spot with the same power as them.

C.C swore the exact moment Jeremiah dropped her so unladylike that she'll get revenge for everything that happened that day. It was bad to angry her, and now that Jeremiah took the last step; he just crossed the line that measures C.C's mercy. He was not getting out of the hook without anything in return. She promised that despite his pleas or begging, she would remain obdurate. Heck, he didn't know how troublesome C.C is for an enemy.

All she could do the moment her back hit the ground was rub it with her dingy hands. "I'd appreciate that next time you would gently put a lady down," she hissed. He looked primarily concerned but she remained her murderous glare. 'I'll make you regret everything that you did. I'll make you wish you weren't born Jeremiah Gottwald,' her glare screamed.

"Forgive me. I just ran out of energy," he bowed.

"Are you implying that I'm heavy?" she screeched, crossing her arms. He looked away, rubbing the temple of his forehead.

"No, I am not," he denied.

"The rain's going to worsen. Let's get out of here now," C.C said and immediately Jeremiah offered his hand to help her stand up, but she stood up without taking the hand of the former knight. Right, she was vexed as hell and Jeremiah instantly regretted his past actions knowing he'll be facing something unforgettable.

"But I didn't expect Ohgi and Tamaki to be there," Jeremiah confessed as he pulled C.C up once again.

"This is where they lived once, and where the rest of their comrades were buried," she answered in deadpan. She brought him into different hidden passages, crossing many dark alleys and roads. Jeremiah only looked with with disbelief as she headed towards the way C.C pointed out. He was not the best person for directions anyways. Besides, the ghettos do not have maps unlike the Britannian Settlement making it harder for him to adjust with the number of routes they took. "Stop," C.C mentioned abruptly and the two of them almost tripped when Jeremiah went into a sudden break.

C.C pointed out northwards ; Jeremiah saw a large building waiting past them. 'Under Construction' the large sign was pasted on the building itself. But the building looked like it was ready to go, he thought for a second why the building was not officially opened. '"Shinjuku Redevelopment Area Block Five. Around the northern part of the ghetto. That building has been left untouched by the Britannian Government ever since the Poison Gas incident," right. That was it. The poison gas received a very infamous fame. It marked the day when the Viceroy had unflinchingly ordered for the death of the boarders of the ghetto, and many Elevens were also killed on that building. Call it a question of security on the part of the Britannians and call it a question of morality for the part of the Elevens.

"Here's the key of the truck. Drive it," she commanded. "Do you know how?"

Jeremiah grabbed the keys. The latest generation of automobiles have a system very similar to those placed in Knightmare Frames. Also, military soldiers were taught how to pilot simple transportation. Therefore, he knew how to drive it, or even if he didn't, he was confident that trucks are much simpler than robots.

Less than three minutes after, the two sat on their respective seats and equipped the seatbelt on. Jeremiah started the car engine and drove. Proving his claim right, he smoothly handled the car settings and increased the car's pace.

BROTHER !

Lelouch !

Her shrieking voice had always terrorized him. It was his biggest fear in life. He was ready to conquer the world, kill many innocent lives, but he was so afraid of hearing her voice in sadness. Why was he so weak yet evil? 'Ha ha, Lelouch. This is what you get for everything,' he told himself. He wasn't so sure about what had happened but he knew deep in his mind, Nunally was crying. Perhaps that sharp pain he felt during his encounter with C.C was the reason? But that wasn't on his plans, for C.C to be the one to kill him wasn't the rhythm of the dance. 'Then what exactly happened?' he mused. Lelouch felt a tinge of anger towards C.C for destroying one of his carefully elaborated plans, but another part of him screams that he shouldn't merely jump into conclusions.

"Took you long enough to be awake. Was the effect of the sedative that strong?"

Who?

He turned to see who was there but his eyes could not catch anyone on sight. As he tried to move his arm, Lelouch felt inability to do so. "Hmm, must be one of the side effects," the weird voice commented. He blinked his eyes suddenly realizing its blurriness hinting the reason why he couldn't see anyone around despite his major efforts to find one.

After a ten-second awkward silence, Lelouch was finally able to recover his normal 20/20 vision. "I believe you've got some explanation to make, right?"

"About what? About why I ruined your fully constructed suicidal plan?"

"Everything, CC. I remember that I told you to get your hands off about the Requiem," Lelouch scowled gaining a little more fire.

"We are partners, Lelouch. I have every right to change what I see unfit," she backfired. "This is not the best move, Lelouch. I know that even you are aware of that," C.C added.

"Before you decided to place your nose on my business, it was the right choice C.C,"

"You're not the Lelouch I knew. You're nothing but a coward now, huh,"

"What?"

"You're just afraid. Afraid that for Nunally's wish to come true, you will place her in agony and you cannot stand watching it. So, you've thought of that rotten Zero Requiem as your safe haven. You've not even thought about the people that actually care for you,"

Lelouch, with C.C's sudden remarks kept quiet.

"You've not even thought about what I feel about this that I strongly disagree with this. You're still bounded by my contract Lelouch. Not until you fulfil it will I nod my head to see your departure,"

"Tsk. So this was what it was all about. Your wish to die,"

"Ungrateful boy, that wish – I relinquish it. If I die, you will inherit my code, and that cruel cycle will restart," she whispered melancholically.

"What could be more important for a witch like you?" he quirked his eyebrow.

With a small smirk on her lips, C.C spoke, "I wish for someone who would spend this cruel forever with me,"

-After months of waiting for this chapter, finally got the mood to actually post it. I've had this chapter written, saved and placed on my Doc Manager for almost a month now. Right, right, I know you'll hate me for that. But there's just something wrong for me about this chappy, making me reluctant about actually letting you guys view it. I've not edited this, just wrote it and saved it . . . . *ahem, who wants to be the beta reader* . . . .

= Yupi thinking about the chappy title=
*types* Truth Prevails
==Nah, too lame.
*types* When the Truth Emerges
== Nah.
*types* Something Something Something
== Nah
*After a few minutes of typing the title*
==Nah, I'll just go with Honesty.
And there you have it guys... How I got this lameish title for the chapter.

Chapters will be delivered faster since it's almost summer ! ! ! !

Chapter 2 of Divergence, coming up next 3

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