Of Kings and Pawns | By : tenohikari Category: +. to F > Code Geass Views: 5631 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Of Kings and Pawns
Pairing: mainly Schneizel x Lelouch (more to come)
Summary: The Order of the Black Knights has handed over their King in return for Japan. However, with Zero claimed dead and Lelouch in his grasp, Schneizel is only a couple turns away from claiming checkmate on the entire world.
Disclaimer: Sunrise owns Code Geass and all I own is this piece of fan fiction and I make no money writing this whatsoever. So please don’t sue me.
Warnings: M-Rated for lots of pr0n, incest, and violence.
Additional Warnings: Written in spare of the moment with OOCness and tons of grammar and spelling errors.
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Chapter 5
Schneizel could not help but feel amused upon watching the Guren pilot struggle to compose herself as they boarded the elevator. He was quite pleased but not at all surprised that she had honored his request. The girl was far easier to read than Lelouch and she knew it. On the reflective surface of the elevator panel, he caught her blue eyes bearing into him with so many questions she refused to voice out. The Second Prince decided to answer one.
“He is doing well and has not been harmed in my care, Captain Kouzuki.”
Kallen stiffened when she saw his eyes stare into her own and quickly averted her gaze. Hesitantly she turned on her heel to face him while ignoring the questioning glances from both the princess and the aide who were also present. She hated how those eyes, a much lighter hue than his younger brother’s, just seemed to pity her… looked down on her. She could now understand Lelouch’s frustration both at that chess match at Chinese Federation and then capture onboard his own ship.
“Why should I believe that?” she asked finally, “Our leader was the architect of the rebellion, and took the lives of your siblings. You even used a warhead that killed millions of people, Japanese as well as Britannians, to stop him.”
Schneizel sighed while appearing to be emotionally exhausted, “You are right. I wanted to end Zero’s reign before his madness engulfed the world in an endless cycle of war and destruction.”
“So you are going to execute him then,” she hissed vehemently, “Even if Zero lost the Black Knights and his reason for living, he’ll never rest until he destroys that which he loathes: Britannia.”
“Zero is already dead to the world,” Schneizel reminded her, “he is simply Lelouch now, and in time he will to accept the current world we live in and peace will come.”
Kallen stared at him, obviously confused. They weren’t going to kill Lelouch? Then what was the purpose of capturing him? The other Black Knights felt betrayed by Zero, they would have killed him whether or not they got back Japan.
She wanted to ask him those questions but the elevator chimed their floor and down the hall she saw Diethard Reid waiting outside the meeting room for them. Kallen struggled to keep her face neutral. If possible, she disliked Diethard as much as Schneizel. That man had been one of Zero’s most devoted followers; like her, he even knew Zero was Lelouch and Geass for some time.
‘That man is trying to make Zero into a symbol for God.’
Lelouch had told her so during that time at the Chinese Federation. Yet to Diethard, Zero swayed on and off his pedestal each time their former leader succumbed to human emotions. Denying Suzaku’s assassination when they learned he was Lancelot’s pilot, and then her rescue after she was taken by the Shen Hu.
To Diethard, God must be vengeful. God must be a demon. Perhaps that was why he was suddenly being polite to their former enemies.
“Welcome, your highnesses and Earl Mandini,” Diethard greeted their guests far more politely than he had before Zero had been turned over, “Everyone is gathered and waiting. You may be excused now, Captain.”
Kallen shot him a meaningful look before turning back towards the elevator, but not before Lelouch’s older brother called out to her.
“He will be pleased to know that you were worried for him. Goodbye, Kallen Kouzuki.”
~*~*~*~*~
“Live! Live! Live!”
Suzaku winced as the Geass screamed at him over and over again as he tried to hold a defensive stance while countering the raining blows from the Knight of One. Was Bismark truly that dangerous for Lelouch’s command chanted in his head like a mantra? He struggled against it, digging the heels of his boots into the ground to keep himself from running away like a coward.
The Knight of One circled him, smirking as he watched Suzaku tremble out of what he believed was genuine fear. From Bismark’s sealed eye, the lid struggled to lift from their bindings and an eerie red light gleamed at its target. He blocked Suzaku’s sudden slash – much to the traitor’s total shock - with ease before pressing his offensive.
Sweat began to form on Suzaku’s brow from exertion as he struggled to block the devastating assault that made the muscles in his arms ache. He saw that the older knight looked seemingly impressed before breaking away. Thankfully the Geass had quieted down as the two knights circled again, sizing each other up.
Bismark certainly lived up to his reputation as the Mightiest Knight of the Empire, Suzaku thought bleakly. For a man who was partially blind, he should have realized the older warrior would have strengthened senses to compensate. They have never sparred hand-to-hand before, so how else was Bismark able to read his moves? He doubted his former teacher, Kyoshiro Tohdoh, would ever be a match for the man sword combat.
“You’re trembling, Kururugi,” the Knight commented with a smug smile, “Are you that much afraid? If you want to runaway like the coward you are, then I shall let you go. I would much rather destroy you in Knightmare combat.”
Suzaku’s eyes narrowed in rage and despite the Geass telling him to run away, he did the opposite. He would not run away… he needed to defeat Bismark now. The older man’s smirk only widened and Suzaku gasped as he saw it… the faint crimson glow coming from the right of his opponent’s face.
“Did you think you were the only one who knew of Geass? It takes many forms…”
‘So that was it!’
The Knight of One had the upper hand the entire time and Suzaku quickly skidded to a halt, eyes widening in realization. Using one hand Bismark brought his heavy sword down in a downward slash which Suzaku barely had time to block. He smirked as the Japanese boy grit his teeth in exertion, knees buckling under the strain. With his other hand he had caught Suzaku off guard and sent a devastating backhand slap that sent the teenager reeling.
Now that his enemy was stunned, Bismark raise his sword above his head and charged forward. He would slay Suzaku Kururugi here and now. To think he even respected the turncoat who was willing to fight his mother country for Britannia. How fitting for the son of Japan’s former prime minister to die here…
“Live!”
‘Yes, your highness…!’
Without even thinking, Suzaku acted on reflex and increase adrenaline alone as he spun on his heel quickly, missing death by mere centimeters. Bismark was not as lucky as the younger knight’s blade drew a deep crimson line across his throat.
Impossible! The Knight of One as he quickly brought his hand to cover his wound as breathed in his own blood. How could his Geass not have foreseen the movement?! He staggered forward, starting to wheeze and refused to be defeated by a traitorous number like Kururugi. How dare that brat even call himself a knight!
Bismark whirled around quickly, the restraints around his sealed eye shattered completely as he unleashed the full power of his Geass. He would not lose, not when the pilot of the Lancelot was in his sight. He saw nothing but his victory approaching.
‘Or maybe you only see what you want to see,’ her devilish voice echoes from the past.
Strange, he can’t help but wonder at a time like this that he would have to use this power again. The very last person he had fought had been…
“M-My L-Lady… M…Mari…anne…,” Bismark gurgles as a copious amount of blood spills down the front of his body where Kururugi had slashed him. The sword of the Knight of One clattered to the ground as its wielder struggles to remain standing. Through his blurred gaze he meets Kururgi’s gaze and gasps – blood spraying from his lips – when he sees red rings encircling his slayer’s cold green irises.
‘So that’s it,’ he began to understand as he fell backwards upon the ground, ‘I was defeated by the Power of the King, but who’s…?’
“I knew you could do it,” a voice calls out.
The red rings vanished, and Suzaku turns half way to face the speaker. Standing upon a cliff above them, a raven-haired boy dressed in severe black from head to toe stares at the knight with arms folded, and a familiar amused smirk upon his young face. Surrounding the dark youth is an army of Britannian soldiers, their weapons aimed towards the fallen yet barely alive Knight of One. Those… those were his men! Was this a damn rebellion?!
Bismark strained himself to focus as his heart beat began to slow rapidly. An abnormal pair of violet and red eyes stared into his mismatched ones; realization sinks in quickly and he couldn’t help but laugh our loud, choking as he did so. This boy… this boy was…
“I told you I would,” Suzaku stated while sheathing his sword, “Lelouch.”
‘Lady Marianne’s son.’
The Knight of One dies with a humorous smile spread across his face; his successor kneels down and closes those vacant eyes.
~*~*~*~*~
C2 ducks quickly in the shadow of the overhang, pressing herself stiffly against a wall as soldiers dress in black pass by. They try to talk to her in a language she doesn’t understand and when they call her by name, she is too scared to answer. The soldiers just exchange confused glances at one another as she refuses to meet their eyes. Thankfully they finally leave her be and she sighs in relief and hesitantly continues on her destination into the unknown. She does not know this place or the ones who live there; they are a race she has never seen before and C2 feels more of an outsider than ever.
“Master,” she whispers longingly to see his familiar face and warm violet eyes, “where have you gone?”
She had a deep feeling that he was alive and well but somewhere far away. The slave girl longed to see him again, to see him smile like he did before while giving her that delicious meal he had called pizza. No master or mistress was ever been so kind or restrained. When he got upset that one time, her master had hurt her with a fit of rage; but as soon as the anger was unleashed it quickly dissipated upon seeing her bleeding. Quickly he applied the band aid around her wound and gave her kind words that she has never heard before. Her master was one of her greatest wishes come true…
I want someone to love me.
He probably will never care for her more than he does now; but it is enough. It is more than enough. She wants to see him happy. She wants to eat pizza with him again.
Absently C2 begins to twirl a long lock of her green hair nervously when reaches a dead end. Well, there is a door there but no knob on it. The more she thought about, none of the rooms she had passed by earlier had handles. She isn’t quite sure how to open the door or if she was even allowed to.
‘I should ask the Mistress Kallen,’ she thought to herself and turned to away to head back in the opposite direction. However, just when C2 had made only a couple steps away, a loud ‘Ding!’ caused her to jump high into the air and fall hard on her bottom.
Wincing, the girl quickly swivels herself around to see the doors slide open and disappear as someone steps out of a tiny room with nothing but walls. Strange, this person was not her Mistress and was not one of those soldiers in black.
“There you are!” a young girl with strawberry-pink hair exclaimed, “I’ve been looking all over for you!”
‘Oh no!’ C2 began to panic as she hastily got to her feet in fear. If this girl wasn’t one of those soldiers, she must be tied somehow to her master or mistress. She immediately bowed her head in submission, umber eyes lowered and on the verge of tears. What would this new master do? Beat her? Starve her?
“I…I,” she began to stammer, “Please forgive me!”
“Hmm?” The girl inquires, cocking her head to the side before breaking down in amused giggles. “Oh, C2, are you lost again? Really at a time like this…”
C2 flinches as hands grab her by the shoulders, and she lets out a startled gasp as her golden eyes meet with glowing crimson.
~*~*~*~*~
Earl Kanon Maldini watches with an impassive expression as the Black Knights, along with Kaguya Sumeragi and Li Xingke read over the printed proposal. The young politician and one last surviving member from the Six Houses of Kyoto finishes first. She sets the documents down before folding her hands together to rest on her lap. To her credit, she holds her emotions in check; though is unable to control the few tears that gather at the corners of her eyes.
From the corner of his eye, he looks at his liege and admires how he can appear to be as calm and sympathetic towards the girl who has just learned her beloved prince was none other than the detestable dragon. Kanon wonders if his lord is even more amused now that he had been in the elevator during his brief conversation with the Guren Pilot. Prince Schneizel would sever them; those existing bonds that were still attached to his prize. Kanon couldn’t help but hold a small amount of pity towards the young man who had once been Zero.
The Empress’s speaking representative as well as commander in chief of the Black Knights appeared skeptical. After Zero’s interference with his own coup, he held a fervent dislike of the masked rebel leader’s methods. However, as both a soldier and strategist; he respected Zero for accomplishing what he could not. Thanks to that man’s deception; Xingke was able to keep his six-year old promise to his Empress.
“We fight with the power of our hearts.”
It had probably been the first time since Li Xingke and removed his hand from the hilt of his sword and offered it as a handshake instead.
“Zero, I’m starting to see what kind of man dwells behind that mask.”
Although when Zero’s – no, Lelouch’s crimes had been brought to his attention, a part of him couldn’t help but wonder about this Geass power. If it really did exist, why didn’t Zero use it on him or the Empress in the Chinese Federation? Why didn’t use that power against the comrades who sold him to Britannia?
Betrayal was another issue that bothered Xingke as he glanced at both Diethard and Ohgi, who had both been two of Zero’s most faithful subordinates. The latter avoided his disapproving stare out of guilt, but the Britannian didn’t even seem to notice it. Typical, this was the man that was eager to marry off the Empress to the Japanese in another political move.
“Prince Schneizel,” he finally decided to voice his concern out loud, “about Zero …”
“What about, Lelouch?” the Britannian Prime Minister corrected.
“What do you intend to do with this Geass power that you have now acquired?”
The room is almost silent, save for Ohgi’s gasp. It probably hadn’t occurred to the man that in turn of handing over a tyrannical leader, the Black Knights were giving their mortal enemies a mind-controlling weapon as well. That weapon also had a brilliant mind of its own and now the vendetta has most likely switched from Britannia to a certain group of traitors.
“I intend to do nothing with his Geass,” The Second Prince answered him, “For that power alone cannot bring peace to the world that is being torn apart by war. Instead, I have a more practical and promising solution.”
Diethard leaned forward in his seat with interest, “and what would that solution be called, your majesty?”
Schneizel smiled and the room held its breath.
“Damocles.”
~*~*~*~*~
After attaching the last explosive, Lelouch stepped back to make sure everything was in perfect order before turning to face his childhood friend who was leaning against the wall. Suzaku looked exhausted. Unlike him, Suzaku probably hadn’t let himself rest at all between now and the battle at the Tokyo settlement.
Lelouch knew this would be their last chance to reconcile and decided to take the risk or regret about it forever within that parallel world. With his mind made up, he walked over to where the other boy stood and leaned against the wall beside him. He let his head fall back against the stone surface and sighed.
“I’m sorry,” Lelouch spoke after several minutes of uncomfortable silence, “for lying to you all those times… and for Euphie.”
He heard the sound of a fist lightly hitting the rock behind them and could almost feel those green orbs glower at him.
“What really happened at the Special Administration Zone?” The Pilot of the Lancelot demanded, “Tell me the truth this time.”
Lelouch closed his eyes at the memory he wished he had not regained upon his awakening a year after the Black Rebellion. The truth was, he had been angry with her for creating the Special Zone that would have ruined him. Euphie knew nothing about him. Understood nothing about why his role as Zero was necessary. Then without even realizing it, his Geass had turned his young, innocent, sister into what history will remember her as: ‘Princess Massacre.’ Knowing she would never be able to be free from the command, he then executed the Third Princess in cold blood just as her Knight in white armor had come to save her.
‘Lelouch, you would never shoot me.’
Oh, she had been so wrong… about everything. He then exploited Euphemia and gained the support of all the Japanese people who finally come to want what he desired from the start: the destruction of Britannia. Everything had gone his way… and yet… the cross he had to bear was becoming too heavy.
“Lelouch,” Suzaku pressed with a hint of desperation in his voice, “Did you hate Euphie that much?”
Lelouch bowed his head, eyes now covered by his dark hair. Hate Euphie? He wished he could have, it would have made everything so much easier.
“I loved her,” he finally admitted as the memories returned to reopen a wound that had never healed, “She was my younger sister and I never wanted that massacre to happen… or to have to take her life with my own hands.”
The Knight of Seven was now standing before him; a black-gloved hand grasped his chin and forced his downcast tear-filled eyes to meet those desperate viridian ones.
“Then why did you?” his friend and foe demanded, “why did you use your Geass power on her?!”
He winced as he felt his head connect to the wall behind him when he was shaken and tried to keep himself composed from not breaking down. Lelouch had remembered how desperate he had been back then. His Black Knights would have fallen apart once they lost support of the people. He had wanted to destroy the promised peace Euphemia tried to offer. That was when he came up with the foolish plan to have her shoot him.
“It was an accident,” Lelouch explained, “I…that was when my Geass became permanent. I couldn’t shut it off… and I said something incredibly stupid. You know… how I can’t tell a joke to save my life…”
Suzaku’s eyes widened in disbelief as a gasp escaped his trembling lips. “A…a joke? The command to kill all those innocent people was nothing but a bad joke?!”
Lelouch gasped as his the back of his head connected to the wall behind him once more as the Japanese boy shoved him hard against it. Suzaku’s eyes were staring at him in shear disbelief and horror; they read his face, seeking the truth. Those hands that were grasping onto the front of his coat began to shake as Suzaku could read nothing but honesty on his friend’s now tear streaked face.
“Unbelievable,” was all the knight could say when he finally released his hold and turned to slide down the wall to sit on the ground. The brunet leaned forward, burying his head in his hands; fingers grasping, tugging at his hair.
Using the back of his gloved hand to dry his face, Lelouch moved to kneel down before Suzaku, and hesitantly reached out to place his hand atop his friend’s head. There were so many things racing through the prince’s mind, so many things that needed to be said. He wanted to tell Suzaku that he loved him as a brother and as his best friend even after all the fighting, the lies, and betrayal. He wanted to leave him with words of encouragement rather than his Geass command. There just wasn’t enough time. From outside the cave, he could hear the fighting intensify between his forces and Britannia’s.
So instead, he pressed his lips against the top of the brunet’s head as he stood, and walked away.
‘This will be the final goodbye. Farewell, my first and last friend.’
~*~*~*~*~
Schneizel took his usual seat of high command on the Avalon as the airship headed towards Kamine Island. Upon hearing about the rebellion he had excused himself from the meeting, allowing the Black Knights and the UFN representatives more time to consider the terms of agreement for Japan’s liberation as well as Damocles. They really had no options left but to accept, after all they were short a strategic commander who out bested even Li Xingke.
“I see. So Anya is on her way there to assist against this sudden uprising?”
“Yes, your highness,” Kanon answered as he took his place, standing alongside the throne. “She must have received the command back when we were onboard the Ikaruga.”
“What of my father?”
“According to Lady Krushevsky, Lord Waldstein had claimed that the Emperor was in a safe location. I’m assuming that must mean he went through that gate.”
“And Bismark himself?”
“Missing in action, no one has been able to contact him.”
The Prime Minister leaned back a bit, surveying the room pleased he could speak freely without worrying about eaves droppers. Nina Einstein was still at the Tokyo Settlement assessing the damage caused by FLEIJA. Lloyd Asplund and his subordinate Cecil were busy trying to repair the Lancelot after the damage it took in the recent battle. The Avalon control room operatives were below deck, out of sight and ear shot.
Schneizel’s lips tugged into a small amused smile, “Lelouch’s plan is working out rather well even if he and Suzaku are acting alone. Geass is truly an amazing power.”
“But my lord,” Kanon began, looking worried. “Wasn’t it too soon to give Lelouch the key? The original plan was to let Sir Kururugi distract Sir Waldstein so that he could carry out that task. There was no need for Geass.”
“This rebellion was necessary,” Schneizel responded as he interlaced his fingers together, “to divert the Emperor’s forces as well as take the blame for this coup.” The Prince looked over at his aide who still wasn’t placated and reached out to take his hand, with that gesture, Kanon kneeled on bended knee.
“Speak freely, Kanon.”
“Yes, my lord,” the brunet nodded and worry flickered on his face rather than his usual calm demeanor. “You insist that Zero is dead. However, the man who wear the mask and killed Prince Clovis and Princess Euphemia still lives and I believe he would…”
“Kill me also?” Schneizel finished with a gentle smile while not appearing the least bit concerned, “Hmm… that would be a problem, wouldn’t it? That is if I didn’t know my little brother as well as I do now.”
“Prince Schneizel?”
The Second Prince continued, “Lelouch gave up his only chance to take control of my will the moment he departed for Kamine Island with the key. No… there was also another time, I had left my guard on purpose and he held back from killing me then as well.”
The statement had stunned Kanon, never before in all his years of service had he known his lord to take such a gamble with his own life. Schneizel only played games he knew he would win.
“To Lelouch, I am the lesser of evils counted among our father and himself,” Schneizel explained, “It is as Kallen Kouzuki had said earlier, he has lost his reason to live and will not cease in his personal vendetta against Britannia; or more specifically, the current Britannian Emperor.”
The Second Prince’s eyes lowered and he appeared somewhat regretful, even wounded. “Lelouch will ensure that the Emperor disappears from the world forever even if the cost is his own existence.”
“And you are you satisfied with that, sire?” Kanon inquired but remained silent when his hand was released. He watched the Prince rise from his seat of power to stand. Schneizel stepped forward, gloved hands clasped behind his back, and expression hidden from sight.
“It is true that blood is thicker than water; but for the ones who rule, they must have ice coursing through their veins.”
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End Chapter 5
Author’s Note:
God, I miss the pr0n already. However, I wanted to inject more of the minor characters into this story. Sorry, Bismark, no awesome Knightmare battle between you and the Lancelot Albion (cause it hasn’t been created yet). I wish Kanon had more lines in the show and he’d be a lot more easier to write.
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