http://superdynamic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] superdynamic.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-09-24 11:20 am

Day 44: Sun Room, Second Shift

[from here]

He really had beat the rush. Suzaku found a chair as close to the corner and as far from the bulletin as he could, and turned it to face the wall before curling up in it. His nurse frowned at him again, but she was still being cooperative, and frankly he didn't care what she had to say in the slightest. He didn't care even if he got sedated. All he cared about was finally having a few moments to himself, to sort out what Euphie's love meant and what the hell Lelouch's problem was.

It felt like he had all the pieces of a puzzle and was just too stupid to figure out how they fit together. What Lelouch had said about Shirley at breakfast and the tone he'd taken with Euphie on the board, Lelouch asking how Suzaku was, Lelouch dying. . . "All we can do is move forward and look out for the ones we care about." Euphie struggling to get out her last words, pain overtaking Suzaku's consciousness while he fought pathetically to carry out Lelouch's order. . . The last couple days, when he'd felt like he was finally figuring this out, seemed so far away now.

There were a couple things that were certain, at least: he hated what Lelouch had done, he always would. But he -- he didn't hate Lelouch, and he hadn't for a while now, and that wasn't going to change. And he didn't have much time, because everyone but Suzaku was terrifyingly mortal. And Lelouch was an idiot, but he still wasn't sure about the how and why of that one yet.

[for the Saucinator]
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[identity profile] tender-cruelty.livejournal.com 2009-09-29 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
She had a point, he supposed, but he still didn't like giving away the only advantage that he had, well, besides the people he'd met here. He doubted that Badou would care about his history (he hoped not) and Homura certainly didn't. He had influence as well, commanding one of the clubs. Should he tell her how many there were? "If we have a truce, then it doesn't matter how many of us there are. They aren't interested in fighting you here. As you said, we have more important things to thing about here." Like staying alive and as uninjured as possible.