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Hour 24: Part 2

11:06 am, 10 minutes until death

Silent hate blanketed everything like snow, muffling all degrees of the colored pieces of paper floating down from the sky and the joyous music playing, the horses neighing in pride and trumpeters' blowing their horns with vigor.

Bodies, alive yet lifeless, dared not glare at their monarch, yet, Lelouch still felt the disgust in their gaze as they watched the boy king who had taken total control of the world.

For Lelouch, he was a theater, displaying nonchalant disinterest and dignified smiles, yet, on the inside, breaking apart at the thought of his beloved sister seated at his feet, wrapped in chains, her long, honey-colored hair splaying in rivers down her back onto the floor.

He restrained himself as best he could, trying to stray his mind from the ever-present thought of leaping up from his seat and freeing Nunnally from her shackles and enveloping her in his embrace, whispering apologies over and over and over again, hoping to take Nunnally's burden's for himself.

Jeremiah walked proudly in front, his white coat flowing behind him, his glittering boots shining with snowy light.

The soldiers that made up the parade washed down the street, their sweeping strides thundering loudly in their metal shoes, each matching the other perfectly, like wind-up toys.

This immaculate lineup came to a screeching halt, with Jeremiah's coat coming to a rest around his calves.

Lelouch looked up from where he sat, and when his eyes came to rest on the figure distant in the horizon, everything clicked into place.

He knew exactly what Suzaku had said to C.C. yesterday.

Zero stood at the end of the tracks, his cape tumbling through the air, his helmet roiling purple waves and the glass which hid his face a rich black void eating away at everyone's awe.

The gold at the end of his pants shone, making him looked lined with heavenly aura, and in his hand was a beautiful sword, the gems which rested on the hilt looking like iced blood and drops of vermillion sunshine.

Lelouch's mask stood with the sun beaming down on him, and he looked like, simply, a hero.

A figure of just and righteousness, coming to slay the evil from the world.

Jeremiah threw out an arm, commanding his soldiers to fire.

Bullets spliced the air but not the masked hero, who leapt like a deer through the splay.

When he got to Jeremiah, Zero leapt up, and stomped down on Jeremiah's shoulder, propelling himself up onto the grand float where Lelouch now stood, gun in hand, taking aim to fire.

Of course, Lelouch would never shoot.

This entire act was already agreed upon, and this was where Lelouch would die.

Time stopped, and the Earth seemed to heed it's spinning.

The breaths of the onlookers faded away, their stares faded away, and it seemed they were all alone, the two friends, one ready to kill and the other ready to die.

Their eyes latched onto each others', purple and glittering red to green behind a pane of black glass.

Suzaku scanned over Lelouch's face, his friends' visage he'd seen grow up all these years, the Britannian prince who'd shown up at his house seven years ago, who'd hid his existence from everyone and who was exiled and left to die in a land which was unfamiliar to him, who, even now, was sacrificing himself for a world that never owed him anything.

Lelouch saw something much different. He was looking at a bully, a protector, the link to his legacy lasting forever. He saw his hope and his trust, the carrier of his reason to live, his executioner and the grim reaper leading him to his grave.

Suzaku felt frozen, his limbs unable to move.

They were now preserved in a stagnate snow globe, the very air halting in it's tracks to make way for the beginning of a procession of peace.

Lelouch opened his arms, seeming to accept his fate.

This was the end, the moment where all the cards he'd stacked up so carefully came tumbling down in a shower of shards.

Suzaku lunged forward, and closed his eyes, feeling hot, thick tears roll down his face.

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Apologies if this is not accurate to the anime, but I wasn't about to relive trauma for the historical accuracy of a fanfic lmao thank you for your understanding.