Vaecordia

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In the dark, the wings always seemed to glow more brightly. Or so Suzaku thought as he observed them from the doorway of his bedchamber. Almost like angel wings on a demon in human-form . . .

Those beautiful, horrible wings. Their combined wingspan was broader than he was tall. They seemed to tower above Lelouch--above them both.

Suzaku knew that he had to do something about those wings.

That time was now.

Without warning, without removing the bandages that kept his prisoner blind, he made his first move, unlocking the chains from the wall.

He would erase that cursed mark from Lelouch’s back so that they would both be free of its evil power. This curse that they were under.

“Suzaku!” Lelouch cried out in alarm as he was flung face-first on the bed. “What are you doing?”

It was fortunate that he had not seen the knife that Suzaku held in his hand with the blade concealed against his forearm. He might have panicked even more.

Suzaku had to hold Lelouch down with a hand on the back of his neck--he was thrashing around too violently, which might result in the knife missing its intended target. Straddling his prince’s hips, he got him pinned down firmly so that he could do what he had to do.

It was a very sharp knife of good carbonised steel. Suzaku had got it ready, sterilising the blade after sharpening it with care. No one asked questions when a Knight of Rounds wanted a good quality boning knife. Only the best, of course.

Lelouch was screaming. Screaming for him to stop as he drew the blade down, slicing the skin shallowly where the centre of the sigil followed the curve of his backbone.

“Stop moving,” he said to Lelouch. “I might accidentally cut your spine . . . this close . . .”

He made another incision, marring the left “wing” of the Geass sigil. But that was not enough. He had remove it completely. Maybe he should have got the knife for skinning as well . . .

Oh well, he had to make do with what he had.

The screams sounded distant now as he concentrated on his work, cutting out that accursed symbol, removing all that it stood for.

Quite unconcerned by the blood that stained his white uniform, he claimed Lelouch again, to mark him forever.

“Mine, all mine,” he whispered to his prince as he sheathed himself inside that delicious heat and tightness. Lelouch was crying and whimpering that it hurt as he thrust in and out.

“It’ll hurt, of course. But not for long,” Suzaku assured him, leaning over to lick the trail of tears that streaked those fine features. Yes, it would not be long now.

Regretfully, he pulled out of his prince. There would be time to continue this later. There was still the issue of those wings.

It would be best to break the bones off close to where the wings joined to his shoulder blades. He had done some research on bird wings. The bones were remarkably similar in structure to the human arm--complete with humerus, radius and ulna, carpals and metacarpals. It would be easy enough to break them, but he was thinking more along the lines of complete removal.

So he searched for where the humerus would join to the shoulder blade. It was suspiciously difficult to find in the middle of all that blood and broken skin. Suzaku wondered if the Geass had the power to hide itself away.

Those wings obviously had to go . . .

“Just a while more,” he assured Lelouch as his search grew more frantic. He had to cut out more skin. “Just a bit more and it’ll be done . . .”

There was no reply. Maybe Lelouch finally understood what he was doing--for both of them. He found the hard edge of a bone. At last.

Strange . . . the bones of bird wings were supposed to be hollow . . .

Bone and muscle crunched under his hands. His hands were painted to the wrists in gore.

He wondered why there were no stumps where he had broken the wings off . . .

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When the cleaning staff, drawn by the reek of blood, knocked on the door of the Knight of Seven’s quarters the next morning, they received no answer. When they dared to enter, one of their member fainted on the spot, another threw up and only the least squeamish of the lot could, with one hand clapped over her mouth, call for help. Though she was not quite sure what that would accomplish in the long run.

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End-Notes:
- The request was to continue the doujinshi after Lulu wonders why he is still alive (and after Suzaku sees the wings “growing”) with some violent wing-crippling, but . . .

- Sat down with dj, my (extremely) limited grasp of Japanese and the online dictionary for a while. It is pretty obvious by the end that Lulu does not and never had physical wings. Only wings that Suzaku can see. So there’s two readings of this--Suzaku is delusional OR the he’s the only one who can see the Geass evolving in the form of wings. Suzaku is a special snowflake. Or just a crazy special snowflake. This doujinshi now has a special place in my heart for having delusional-paranoid-crazy-as-fuck!Suzaku. He always had the *potential* to be stark raving mad.

- I opted to follow the doujinshi’s plot because it was more twisted. The requested wing-crippling could not really be fulfilled.

- Credit where credit is due. The entire scenario except for the end was from the doujinshi. Some lines were taken from said doujinshi. Pretty sure the plot was heading to the BAD END.

- There was no Arthur in this fic. If he had been, he would have bitten some sense into Suzaku and the slow-descent-into-madness part of the plot would have had it.

- I was a student of biology. We are not usually good dinner conversationalists to have around but we can dissect pretty much anything in front of us.

- And because I am pretentious, Vaecordia is “madness” in Latin.