IC: Post knight clash

[thekingsgambit]

[An hour or so after successfully forcing away one very angry knight, Lelouch has finished inspecting the area around the mysterious carnival and is making his way back through camp. He has already managed to put those events behind him (that much he is sure of) and is intent on discussing more of the situation with his little sister. A chance to be helpful and make decisions might nudge Nunnally from her current thoughts.]

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[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

I intend to. Nothing that happened was her fault.

But I can only help her realize that so much. It has to be her decision.

[Absently tracing his fingers by the side of his eye.]

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

Does it hurt?

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Jerks head up.]

What?

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

[lifts a hand, holding it close to Lelouch's bruised cheek]

Does it hurt?

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[The color in his eyes flares when he realizes Fuuma's intention. Nunnally is passed out, after crying herself to sleep because of her guilt, and here he's being offered comfort! Someone else trying to tell him he should worry about himself. Like Nunnally. Like Suzaku.

Enough.]

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[The frenzied light fades from those eyes, as he goes perfectly still, allowing Fuuma to touch the mark.]

Not really.

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

You know, your life would be a lot easier if you didn't keep everything bottle up inside.

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Reaches out to grasp that wrist]

Is that so? And what does Fuuma recommend I do instead?

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

Say what you're thinking, for one thing.

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Gives a short laugh.]

Ah, very well, I will share what I'm thinking.

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

[well, this should be good]

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[And using that hold on Fuuma's wrist to bring him close enough for a kiss. Note, not so much inexperienced and unsure anymore.]

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

[is surprised, but he's not stopping him, and. yes, the experience is duly noted.]

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Pulling back just enough to break contact, his tone going quiet.]

Do you think me a good person, Fuuma? A good brother, was it?

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

[narrows his eyes]

I think you're a dick and a secretive bastard, but I know you love Nunnally more than life itself.

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Laughs]

Ah, a secretive bastard. I am especially talented at that. Yet here you are. And you are not here for her.

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

Should I be?

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Setting a hand on the side of his face.]

It means you still believe there is a reason to it, to wasting your time with someone who excels in hurting others in ways they will not soon forget. Ah, though I suppose that is not completely true in your case.

Well, we already know you are an admitted masochist, but perhaps this particular defect lies in the lack of information. I should correct that.

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow]

Lack of information?

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

Mm, have you ever felt anything was... missing, Fuuma? Something you thought you should know but you couldn't quite access it? Something that should be there.

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

. . .

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[Swipes hand across his eyes, revealing the true colors and symbols that have been hidden behind the violet lenses.]

That is another of my talents.

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

[stares at them]

They're beautiful. What did you do?

[thekingsgambit.livejournal.com]

[The color behind the marks darkens, as Lelouch fists a handful of Fuuma's shirt and yanks him closer. His arm shakes noticeably. His tone slips into something completely cold and cloying.]

Ah, beautiful and remarkably useful in getting what I want. All I have to do is give an order. It can be anything. Even something as simple as telling one to forget. Though really that is one of my tamer ones. I am usually far more creative.

[servicewitha.livejournal.com]

[slips his arms around Lelouch's waist casually, and even though he's smiling, the anger in his eyes is very real]

So you tampered with my memories?