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Suzaku closed his eyes, his grip around Lelouch tightening, his breath hitching in his throat before he drove the dagger through the other's stomach, his eyes becoming half lidded as he stared blankly at the wall across from them.

Lelouch body tensed as he felt the dagger enter his form his body starting to slip against the other's form as his smile faded away as tears began to form.

Suzaku swallowed hard and let his grip loosen on the other teen, pulling the dagger from the other's form, his eyes falling onto the pale teen he had just stabbed.

Lelouch's form slid away from the other as he fell back against the bed holding his stomach now that was releasing a crimson elixir. Purple hues moved now to Suzaku's form as he lowered his head.

Suzaku's gaze followed Lelouch's form, an emotionless look taking over his own body. "It had to be done...Lelouch..." He finally spoke, his voice nothing more than a murmur.

Lelouch shivered as he let his hands fall away from his wound his pajama top soaking quickly with blood. ".... I-I understand...."

Suzaku took in a deep, quiet, yet shaky breath and turned his back on Lelouch, lowering his head. "I...I'm sorry..." He muttered, starting to walk away. "I'll...Tell Nunnally it was an accident..." He added under his breath.

"... I-I still forgive you...." Lelouch whispered out weakly.

Suzaku bit his lip and disappeared into the other room.

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Lelouch shivered as he tried to open his purple orbs as he heard a clash against the far wall. He found himself in Suzaku's bed his hand resting on bandages that had been wrapped around his wound on his stomach.

Suzaku, who hadn't realized the other had woken up, growled and glared at the glass vase now laying shattered on his floor. "This is all his fault." He murred, before sighing and running his finger through his own hair, letting his eyes slide closed. He soon turned to look at the other, his eyes narrowing again. "You're awake..." He stated, remaining where he was.

"..... I-I didn't mean to if you didn't want me awake I'll try to go back to sleep for you...." Lelouch spoke sadly as he looked toward the other.

"Knock it off, Lelouch!" He growled, walking over to the bed, clenching his fists to keep himself from jerking the other up. "I know who you are, so stop acting and admit it!" He snapped.

Lelouch jumped frightened at the other's anger, his wound reopened then from how much he had jerked. ".... Suzaku..."

"Just admit that you're Zero, Lelouch." Suzaku murred, kneeling on the bed a bit. "And stop jerking me around."

".... What are you talking about?" Lelouch looked to the other shaking in fear.

Suzaku growled and reached over, pulling Lelouch up into a sitting position, pulling him so their noses almost touched. "Don't you remember, Lelouch? The Black Knights were your army. Rolo...I know he's working with you, as Zero's right hand man....And that witch...The day you met her..." He started, his voice lowering. "You led them all to rebel against Britannia, Lelouch! Don't you remember any of it? You have to!" He growled.

Lelouch cried out in pain once he had been grabbed forcefully by Suzaku tears filling his now tightly closed violet orbs. ".... You said Rolo was my brother!" He whimpered out. "The only knights I know are you Suzaku!"

Suzaku shook his head lightly, keeping his hold on the other. "You're lying. I fought Zero first hand! I defeated him!" He growled out. "And when I went to deliver the final blow, do you know who I found, Lelouch?!" He asked, eyes narrowed.

"I don't know! I don't know!" Lelouch screamed out as he tried to pull from the other his wound opening and seeping through the bandages.

Suzaku pushed him down onto the bed once more, pinning him by his shoulders, unaware of the reopened wound now. "You." He whispered out, after leaning down so he could whisper in the other's ear. "You were the one...Lelouch. Explain that to me."

"I wasn't in there...! I fell off a cliff that's what you told me..! The last memories I have are when we were twelve..." He whimpered out.

"You were, Lelouch. It wasn't a fall off a cliff that gave you that concussion. It was hitting your head when your knightmare fell from the sky." He spoke, seeming way to calm.

Lelouch finally opened his violet orbs as more tears rolled down. ".... You're lieing to me Suzaku!"

Suzaku gave the other a bitter smile, his emerald eyes closing a bit. "Not this time. I'm telling you the God to Honest truth. I swear on Nunnally's life."

Lelouch froze as he looked to the other sadly. "..... Suzaku.... Stop it..."

"Stop what, Lelouch?" Suzaku asked, tilting his head a bit. "Stop telling the truth? Admit it, Zero."

".... I'm not Zero!" Lelouch cried out.

"You are..." Suzaku said, his voice going quiet for a moment, before he growled.

Lelouch shivered before he coughed this time specks of blood fell forward as blood rolled down the corner of his lips.

Suzaku's eyes widened a bit. "Lelouch?" He asked, glancing down, panic starting to rise in his chest. He quickly removed his hands from Lelouch's shoulders and slipped his own shirt off, pressing it to the wound. "Lelouch, can you still hear me?"

Tears still continued to roll down. ".... I'm... Not Zero..." Lelouch spoke as his violet orbs slowly fell closed.

"Lelouch! Hey, keep your eyes open!" He called, pushing down with one hand, reaching up to brush away a tear.

Lelouch didn't move as Suzaku called down to him asking him to open his orbs. His tears already slowing to a stop as blood started to seep through where Suzaku was trying to stop his wound from bleeding.

Suzaku shook his head, tears starting to form. "No...Lelouch!" He called. When he got no reply, he pushed himself up and screamed, walking around the room a bit before kicking something random, hearing a crack. "No..No...No!" He continued to scream, leaning his back against the wall, staring at Lelouch as he slid down the wall.

The camera fell from it's hiding place in the pile of clothing set up by Suzaku in order to get the confession from Lelouch that he had been and still is Zero. Now though Lelouch laid in silence the blood still coming from his fresh wound.