R-Rating (Shattered Dreams, Broken Hopes)

[simchambers]

Who: Shiro Hawthorne ( simchambers ) & Lelouch vi Britannia ( exiledpowers )
What: A mission left a certain pilot in distraught over everything he's been through so far, and a man decided to fix that.
Where: Wherever their homebase is.
When: Night-time.
Warning: Triggery, Adultery (?), Brainwash.


DAMMIT!
[There's the bang of a fist against the wall.

He lost somebody on the field again, just like that time, and that time. Is he doomed to forever be the cause of the deaths of his comrades? He knew that with a war like this, lives will be falling left and right.

So why.

Why can't he just keep the ones he care about alive? Why did they have to die?]

I hate it. I hate them, I hate this feeling!

Comments

[exiledpower]

[ Shiro can hide his fear all he wants, but Lelouch knows better. He can smell it on him. That's what wolves did; they followed the scent of blood to its source, surrounded their prey when it was at its weakest, and with claws and fangs extended... subsequently tore it to shreds and devoured it bit by gory bit.

And that's exactly what Lelouch intends to do here, because a quick, painless end is too kind, and Lelouch is too cruel to stifle the ever present urge to play with his food until it can no longer fight back, drained of strength and entirely absent of will. ]

Why would I do something so foolish? Why would I waste a life that holds so much promise, so much value?

[ Lelouch stops a few inches away, reaches up to the bottom of his mask, tugs at it sharply. ]

But while you're right regarding my identity, there is a detail you touched upon earlier that is far more pressing, far more important...

[ A mass of brown hair falls away from the mask, a delicate face revealed that bears a demonic curse glowing in its left socket, the unmistakable mark of Geass. ]

...and that is that I am the most repulsive monster you will ever met.

[simchambers]

[While it's true his fear can't be masked, he still continued staring at Lelouch. That eye- It's not human, break eye contact, shut up shut up shut up don't look at it!- that ethereal glow, that cursed eye... He... has to break eye-contact but he couldn't as he was transfixed to it, as if someone awed and terrified of one thing at the same time.]

...Aaah, you're not going to kill me. No, you're going to just play with me until I'm more of a broken existence than I am now, huh?

[A feral smirk appeared on his face, the smell of fear still perpetuates the air, inside, he was screaming internally as he faced this monster of a man.

...H...elp......]

[exiledpower]

That's correct.

[ A smile that would've been beautiful had it not belonged to the mouth of a hideous liar unfurls, and Lelouch whispers the words that will seal Shiro's fate, grazing glove-tipped fingers along his jaw. ]

So if you wouldn't mind, Shiro Hawthorne, I'd like you to listen now.

Lelouch vi Britannia commands you—forget my true face, forget my true name, and heed my every order from this day forward without question.

[simchambers]

Wh-

[He couldn't finish the sentence as pain gripped his head.

THOUGHT PROCESS INTERRUPTED: PROCEEDING WITH COMMAND no no no stop it stop it stop it don't follow the command no please no do not kill my sense of self, damn you lelouch lelouch lelouch lel... who is lelouch? who is he? is he someone? do I know him? what the hell am I doing no stop don't f...o...llow... h...i...m...

...There was silence as his eyes glazed, and a red ring formed around it, a tell-tall sign that the curse had worked as he bowed. His own self gone.]

As you wish, Your Highness.