Requiem of Love (Lelouch)

[Nunnally Lamperouge]

Nunally was in her bed just laying there waiting for her brother to come and pick her up to her wheelchair. She did still love her brother and she was patient with him ever since they were exiled to Japan. She was just been wondering what her brother was doing at the times that he wasn't at Ashford Academy. Nunally had known that Sayoko came into her bedroom, but she had wanted to wait for Lelouch. She had her wheelchair near her, so it wouldn't be too far. She was wearing a pink night grown that easy to put on.

She had been wondering what she was going to do about this, Lelouch wasn't even in the room just yet. She wanted some breakfast since her stomach was growling at her. She had wanted to wait until she had known that Lelouch was in the room. She didn't wanted to move from the spot until Lelouch in the room with her so they could have breakfast together. She knew that Sayoko was in the room with her getting kind of worried that Lelouch wasn't there yet.

Of all things that she had known that she never wanted to tell anyone that she was an exiled princess from the Britannia family at all. Nunally had realized that her legs were paralyzed from the waist down she had been living with this fact not liking it at all, but she was dealing with it nonetheless. "Lelouch, are you in the room?" Nunally called out. I am wondering what is going on with Lelouch, he is always here to talk to me when I awake up from my sleep as much as I could remember. She thought. She had watched her mother died.

[Lelouch Lamperouge]

Just a few moments after Nunnally’s initial thought on Lelouch’s whereabouts, the sound of the front door creaking open could be heard throughout the hushed halls of their home. Stepping in gingerly through the somewhat narrow gap in the door, Lelouch turned around once more and closed it quietly, careful not to make too much noise. While his sister would likely be up by now, he was always careful with how much noise he made in the morning. A good, complete night’s rest was important for anyone, but especially for a girl as frail and vulnerable as Nunnally. Checking the clock on his mobile, Lelouch noticed immediately that although it was already past 7:30, when Nunnally was supposed to get up in the morning, he heard neither the voices of Sayoko nor his sister, as he normally would at this time. Frowning slightly, concerned, Lelouch made his way over toward Nunnally’s room, being greeting at the door by Sayoko and made aware of the reasons for this abnormality.

Stepping past her and relieving her of her typical duties, at least for the moment, Lelouch heard Nunnally’s voice ring out to him from the darkness. "Lelouch, are you in the room?" Flicking on the light-switch so he could see better, Lelouch nodded his head instinctively before responding, his voice as soft and kind as it always was when he spoke with his younger sister. ”Yes Nunnally, I’m right here.” He responded, taking a seat on the bed next to her. It made sense that Nunnally wanted him to be around, to take care of her and help her when she needed it. After all, they had relied on one another since arriving in Japan. Certainly, the two had been granted their fair share of charity on the part of others, both from the Ashfords and the Kururugi family, in particular. But even still, no matter how consistently Milly or Suzaku may have been there for them, it didn’t change the special bond brother and sister held for one another.

Suzaku. He’d thought of the boy almost offhandedly, but sometimes he really wondered about him. How long had it been since they’d seen one another? Since they’d had those adventures to bring a baby bird back to its nest, or spent time in Suzaku’s secret fort outside the Kururugi household? Years now. It seemed very likely that his childhood friend had been killed during the Britannian occupation of Area Eleven, as an heir to one of the Six Houses of Kyoto. He’d always been a fiery boy; not one to bow to the demands of an occupier. That was, perhaps, the greatest flaw Lelouch could ascertain from his personality. Still, regardless of what he thought about the way Suzaku presented himself, during times like these he always wished he had someone around who truly understood what they were going through, and could perhaps even offer up some advice. Milly meant well, but her bubbly personality led her to be more of a gossip than a helping hand.

Nunnally was generally surprisingly independent. Each and every day she proved further adapted to her disability, and able to handle her own affairs. As such, when Sayoko told him that she’d refused to get out of bed without him, Lelouch had been rather confused. Obviously it wasn’t a physical issue – Nunnally had made it abundantly clear that this was her choice. But was this a problem? Luckily, he’d arrived only a few minutes after she was set to wake up, but what if it had been later? He couldn’t judge the state of her mind at the time, at least not without talking with her about the issue at length. ”Is something the matter?” He asked her gently, his voice still soft but his eyes focused intently on her face, looking for any hints as to what the underlying cause of this might be. ”Sayoko just told me that you wouldn’t get out of bed until I got home. That doesn’t sound like you.”

What worried Lelouch wasn’t her dependence on him, necessarily. In her condition, she needed constant supervision, and Sayoko didn’t have the same connection to her that he had. What really gave Lelouch pause was what might happen if this behavior became the norm for her. Nunnally wasn’t going to be a little girl forever – there would come a time when she would be expected to be able to stand up and assert some sort of independence. If she became entirely dependent on him, this day might never come. Lelouch’s goal had always been to make Nunnally’s life as fulfilling as possible. Given the opportunity, he would recreate the whole world for Nunnally’s sake. But a person who takes advantage of stagnancy and convenience isn’t someone to be admired, but rather someone to take pity on. He couldn’t let his sister grow to be that sort of person, even if it meant not bowing to her every whim at this point in time.