Corruption (Yandere Various x Reader)

Yandere! Lelouch x Reader - Mask -

A/N: Here we are again, after such a long time. Hope this one-shot will make up for the long wait. I haven't forgotten you guys just have been busy and didn't find time to transfer the story from paper to the website. Anyway, by all of the stories you may have noticed that they're more or less squeezed in the canon setting so the question is do you what to see any AUs, pre- or post- canon situations? If you do notify me!

Ironic, how the sweet taste of power had grown stale so soon. It hadn't even been a whole year since Lelouch usurped the throne and his enthusiasm had already died down. With a sweeping movement he vacated his usual seat and briskly strode out of his office.

The paintings of monarchs long gone aligned the walls, all staring down at his haughtily, even chidingly as if taking the liberty to frown down at the young fool that wore their crown form beyond the grave. Yes he was young, oh so young, but no fool. In contrast to them he has eager, full of unbridled energy and hungry for more. That's why state affairs had grown stagnant for him so soon. He had already laid the foundations of his rule beforehand, clawing his way to the top; but now that he had conquered the mountain, reached his goal, his victory tasted stale.

Revenge is a dish best served cold, but its sweet taste is short-lived. Power causes a hunger that can't be sated, each helping leaving one feeling emptier.

It had been easy, far too easy, to reset things to his liking after all the mayhem he had orchestrated and now he found himself searching for a new challenge. It was something he needed urgently, least somebody usurp him because he had grown soft or worse he delve into cruel practises to chase away the dullness, abusing his power.

Finally he came to the most recent addition of the lengthy collection of paintings. Spitefully he smiled up at the giant of a man. Some boys tread in their father's footsteps while others hate theirs and end up outshining them all together. His sire, once so proud and god-like, only to be reduced to dust. How he had fallen because of his ways and that is well he would never be like him. Unlike his parent he was just, not cruel, firm bust still benevolent and not forget he had tasted what it was like to be something lesser than royalty. The child was the opposite of the father. Indeed he wasn't going to swap the person he loved for someone else.

From his position he could observe you idly strolling through the vast expanses of the gardens, alone. Your first breach of the rules he set up for you, on this day of course. The second was the simple attire you dared to wear, plain in colour and in style. Everything about it opposed the intricate and lavish designs favoured by the court. How many times did he have to tell you that you practically wear your social ranking and importance in the palace and you should display yourself accordingly?

Once again paranoia swept with his thoughts, letting him jump to irrational conclusions. It had always been your fashion, to subtly plan, always with utter caution; in that regard you even rivalled him. This was just one of your tricks, to devaluate yourself in the eyes of the others, to pass off as insignificant by appearance in order to slip away when the moment was right. Besides you had somehow managed to evade your ladies-in-waiting who would constantly swarm around you like mouths by a light. Irksome and constricting as they were to him during any interaction with you in front of the court they at least served the unofficial purpose of keeping you in check, of ensuring you wouldn't consider any foolhardy ideas such as escape.

And now you were lazily roaming around the park, not another soul in sight – a perfect chance to entertain thoughts of freedom and say, even act on them.

No, he couldn't allow that.

Pacing down the carpeted hallways he took a shortcut outside. He had been intending about soughting out more company anyway.