Happiness In Slavery R2
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+. to F › Code Geass
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
11,908
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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TURN 2
Short plot chapter, but the next one will be smutty :9 Promise!
TURN 2
Rolo studied the Knight of Seven as he sat across the table through discreet, sideways glances as he pretended to study the papers on the table in front of him. The team-member currently addressing the group droned on, and Rolo had long ago lost the point of what he was saying. He suspected Lord Kururugi had too, since he had barely moved at all in the last twenty minutes or so, his chin resting over his interlaced fingers, eyes fixed unseeingly on a bare spot of table before him. Not that unusual, he was generally a silent, morose figure who offered little input to the operation and Rolo sometimes wondered why he was in the team at all. He seemed more drawn than usual though, dark, sleepless smudges of shadows under his dull green eyes. Maybe the other Knights were so terrible to hang around with that this seemed preferable. Maybe they shunned him for being an Eleven.
It was still early in the day though, not even lunchtime yet, and this was supposed to be a fairly short briefing. Rolo yawned and pined to slip back into the Academy to rejoin his normal lessons. He had never had a school life like this before, previously being privately tutored in-between tactical training and missions, and was coming to enjoy the company of others his own age and losing himself in the wonderful, peaceful blandness of the daily school routine. And his main duty in the operation barely felt like a duty at all.
It had been a little odd initially, his first meeting with his ward, the one he would watch over most vigilantly in the closest proximity of any of the surveillance team members. The Britannian Prince had been brought on-site completely undercover through the secret access route into the Academy, restrained in the bindings of a straight-jacket, blindfolded and heavily sedated. It made him seem so dangerous that Rolo had been quite unnerved, but he was reassured that such measures were mainly sensory deprivation to ensure that his newly altered memories would be properly integrated with his reintroduction to his old life. He sat by uncomfortably as the slender, unconscious youth was carefully, gently stripped of the restraints and dressed in a set of his own pajamas, from his own dresser, and eased comfortably into his own bed. He didn’t stir at all, somewhat beautiful in a sleep so peaceful it resembled death. He would pass into a natural sleep towards dawn, and Rolo was to be there and ready to lead him into the farce. When all was set and first light was beginning to brighten the room from beyond the curtains, the team withdrew. Already dressed in an Ashford school uniform, Rolo fidgeted as he waited for the bedside alarm clock to go off. The sunlight beyond the curtains intensified, warming the room with its golden glow, seeming to breath life back into the Prince as he now stirred in his slumber. The silence so loud that the electronic beep of the alarm clock seemed deafening and made him start with fright.
A slim, graceful hand snaked out from under the covers and groped for the alarm, and then Rolo felt his heart skip a beat as drowsy, languid but breathtaking violet eyes finally met with his.
“Wake up, brother... you’ll be late for class…”
Rolo was brought out of his reverie by the disturbance around him as the brief was concluded. A movement of chill, over-conditioned air washed over him in the wake of a gold trimmed deep blue cloak sweeping past behind, complimented with the cold backwards glance of icy green eyes as the Knight left. Rolo stood, looking over to the screen bank, almost instantly locating his brother in his usual place in morning mathematics class, but there were mere minutes of it left. Collecting his book bag from under the table, he hurried toward the internal door. If he was lucky, they might have chance to exchange a few words as they moved between classrooms.
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TURN 2
Rolo studied the Knight of Seven as he sat across the table through discreet, sideways glances as he pretended to study the papers on the table in front of him. The team-member currently addressing the group droned on, and Rolo had long ago lost the point of what he was saying. He suspected Lord Kururugi had too, since he had barely moved at all in the last twenty minutes or so, his chin resting over his interlaced fingers, eyes fixed unseeingly on a bare spot of table before him. Not that unusual, he was generally a silent, morose figure who offered little input to the operation and Rolo sometimes wondered why he was in the team at all. He seemed more drawn than usual though, dark, sleepless smudges of shadows under his dull green eyes. Maybe the other Knights were so terrible to hang around with that this seemed preferable. Maybe they shunned him for being an Eleven.
It was still early in the day though, not even lunchtime yet, and this was supposed to be a fairly short briefing. Rolo yawned and pined to slip back into the Academy to rejoin his normal lessons. He had never had a school life like this before, previously being privately tutored in-between tactical training and missions, and was coming to enjoy the company of others his own age and losing himself in the wonderful, peaceful blandness of the daily school routine. And his main duty in the operation barely felt like a duty at all.
It had been a little odd initially, his first meeting with his ward, the one he would watch over most vigilantly in the closest proximity of any of the surveillance team members. The Britannian Prince had been brought on-site completely undercover through the secret access route into the Academy, restrained in the bindings of a straight-jacket, blindfolded and heavily sedated. It made him seem so dangerous that Rolo had been quite unnerved, but he was reassured that such measures were mainly sensory deprivation to ensure that his newly altered memories would be properly integrated with his reintroduction to his old life. He sat by uncomfortably as the slender, unconscious youth was carefully, gently stripped of the restraints and dressed in a set of his own pajamas, from his own dresser, and eased comfortably into his own bed. He didn’t stir at all, somewhat beautiful in a sleep so peaceful it resembled death. He would pass into a natural sleep towards dawn, and Rolo was to be there and ready to lead him into the farce. When all was set and first light was beginning to brighten the room from beyond the curtains, the team withdrew. Already dressed in an Ashford school uniform, Rolo fidgeted as he waited for the bedside alarm clock to go off. The sunlight beyond the curtains intensified, warming the room with its golden glow, seeming to breath life back into the Prince as he now stirred in his slumber. The silence so loud that the electronic beep of the alarm clock seemed deafening and made him start with fright.
A slim, graceful hand snaked out from under the covers and groped for the alarm, and then Rolo felt his heart skip a beat as drowsy, languid but breathtaking violet eyes finally met with his.
“Wake up, brother... you’ll be late for class…”
Rolo was brought out of his reverie by the disturbance around him as the brief was concluded. A movement of chill, over-conditioned air washed over him in the wake of a gold trimmed deep blue cloak sweeping past behind, complimented with the cold backwards glance of icy green eyes as the Knight left. Rolo stood, looking over to the screen bank, almost instantly locating his brother in his usual place in morning mathematics class, but there were mere minutes of it left. Collecting his book bag from under the table, he hurried toward the internal door. If he was lucky, they might have chance to exchange a few words as they moved between classrooms.
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