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His First Entrance
[ ...Ah. Right. Death.
For one too used to the sight of his dead world, the only thing he could do was blink when all of a sudden everything was right and he's lying on the arms of his sister once more. Of course, with Lelouch vi Britannia being fatally wounded by Zero, it meant that he had to keep up appearances of his death in order for the plan to work.
Fortunately, he managed to fake his death, and no one. Absolutely no one knew of his actual survival apart from a certain witch in his world. Partly because...
1: It's C.C.
2: It's C.C., of course she wouldn't leave him alone no matter where he goes because yeah he hasn't really fulfilled his promise just yet.
And so Lelouch lived, taking it as his own curse that even if the world changed, he has to bear the burdens of his life by living.
The door appeared in one sunny day, as Lelouch finished preparations for dinner (Pizza again, as usual). Of course, he was a bit too preoccupied with getting the food onto the table that he didn't notice he walked through it until it was too late.
So there he was. Standing. With a pizza. Somewhere in the mini-tower. ]
...Ah.
[ That's the only thing he can say, but his neck didn't feel heavy from the collar. And he's not in his skin-tight outfit that was oh so uncomfortable. And he's definitely still holding his food item.
Which meant that it isn't a dream.
And so Lelouch decided to explore this place, because it's not as if he has anything to do anyways. ]
[ ...Ah. Right. Death.
For one too used to the sight of his dead world, the only thing he could do was blink when all of a sudden everything was right and he's lying on the arms of his sister once more. Of course, with Lelouch vi Britannia being fatally wounded by Zero, it meant that he had to keep up appearances of his death in order for the plan to work.
Fortunately, he managed to fake his death, and no one. Absolutely no one knew of his actual survival apart from a certain witch in his world. Partly because...
1: It's C.C.
2: It's C.C., of course she wouldn't leave him alone no matter where he goes because yeah he hasn't really fulfilled his promise just yet.
And so Lelouch lived, taking it as his own curse that even if the world changed, he has to bear the burdens of his life by living.
The door appeared in one sunny day, as Lelouch finished preparations for dinner (Pizza again, as usual). Of course, he was a bit too preoccupied with getting the food onto the table that he didn't notice he walked through it until it was too late.
So there he was. Standing. With a pizza. Somewhere in the mini-tower. ]
...Ah.
[ That's the only thing he can say, but his neck didn't feel heavy from the collar. And he's not in his skin-tight outfit that was oh so uncomfortable. And he's definitely still holding his food item.
Which meant that it isn't a dream.
And so Lelouch decided to explore this place, because it's not as if he has anything to do anyways. ]
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