Code Sekirei: L.L. of the Plan (Code Geass x Sekirei Crossover)

Fourth Feather: The Throwing Knife Sekirei

Fourth Feather: The Throwing-Knife Sekirei

Ascension Throne Britannia (a.t.b.) 2033

LL's Apartment, Tokyo Executive Suites, Shinto Teito:

Amethyst colored eyes opened wearily, the first sign of life returning to them amidst a haze of ebbing sleep. The action was not accompanied by either the mournful sigh or tired groan that had been common to him of late; in fact, he could not remember actually feeling more rested than right now. At least not since... LL closed his eyes tightly, willing the memories away, and only opened them once more when his mind was firmly in the present.

His room in the Tokyo Executive Suites was sparsely furnished beyond that which was already provided; he had avoided clinging to anything after the Zero Requiem and preferred to travel lightly. The clothes and other such necessities he did bring with him were already packed away and that left the room fairly empty so the first thing to catch his attention was the dim morning lights peaking their way behind the curtains of the window and the unusual warmth he felt around him. Winter was quickly settling into place, but he had not turned the heater on yet. What was the cause?

He tried to sit up, pulling the thick blanket covers away from him with one hand, and suddenly stilled for two reasons: first, the sight that greeted him; and secondly, the weight that held him down. This realization quickly brought his mind back to the previous night and his reunion with Akitsu on the roof-terrace. She had suffered so much in his absence and her current status as a Scrapped Number was only the latest proof of that.

LL had never wanted to trigger Akitsu's emergence. Takehito Asama had hypothesized various theories about what the emergence, or "winging", process could mean; for Ashikabi and Sekirei. LL had never agreed with them, however, and even the Sekirei's Pillar, No. 01, Miya, had only shared the vaguest hints with him. Takehito thought it was fate, Yume called it loved, but LL had thought it simple biology. Some sort of in-grained evolutionary imperative all Sekirei naturally possessed and that instinct drove them to form bonds; a trait MBI further enhanced.

Both Karasuba and Akitsu had reacted to him as children; they did not know anything about love or society. Karasuba had not given him any choice in the matter, but LL had intended to protect Akitsu and let her learn the truth for herself. That hope had been destroyed last night when a heartbroken Akitsu had reached out to him for help. LL might not know anything about love, but he did understand pain and loneliness. If Akitsu thought staying with him would help, he would not deny her. Thus resolved, he had guided her inside, convinced her to wash away the blood from her face and body, and given her one of the other bed-rooms.

Why, then, was she in his bed now? Akitsu seemed to be sleeping soundly. Without any clothes for her, a problem that would need a remedy soon, he had given her a number of his shirts and a bath robe. LL could see the robe deposited at the foot of the bed and now she simply wore the ill-fitting shirt with only a few of the buttons closed, leaving her breasts and legs exposed. The Ice Sekirei was pressed tightly against him, LL's left arm trapped amidst her cleavage as she clung to his side.

Withholding his first response to blush, LL reminded himself this sort of thing was common after suffering a traumatic experience. After their mother's death, Nunnally had been similarly attached, after all, and it was preferable to think of this situation in those terms rather than... Dispelling those thoughts, he tried to quietly extract his arm—

"Ah... LL-sama," muttered Akitsu, still sleeping, as he brushed his hand along her side. It was only when he removed his arm from her reach completely, however, that she began to stir. Hazy blue eyes opening quickly and Akitsu met his searching gaze evenly. She rose up immediately, kneeling on the bed, and bowed her head, saying, "Good morning, master..."