Author's Note:

I rewrote this chapter completely, because half of it for the flamers on the last one, and half it because of me and my (fantastic) beta wishing to change that garbage.

I understand why some people may not be happy with this story and also that my chronology is outrageous. To be honest, I've only watched the first episode of the beginning of Code Geass and then all of R2. I practically started the series by watching the first ep of R2, so I was a bit confused at first because I thought that was the 1st one. But anyways, I think ill go see R1 once I can stop being sad about Lulu's death D:

Plus, to someone who asked me If I even liked Lelouch, I was really sad by this question! Im OBESSESED with him! (he's sooo hot!). Your question is kind of ironic because I actually don't like Suzaku that much =/ (He's kind of annoying) but I love this pairing! So I guess that means I love him a bit too :]

I almost gave up on this story, but please make it so im glad I didnt.

~Review my damaged dolls~

The Scars Remain- 4


(Lelouch's P.O.V)

Next day

Lelouch laid on his living room couch, shifting occasionally as he tried to make himself comfortable. He winced at a sharp tug of pain, his stitches pulling as he moved. He settled down with a soft whimper and buried his head into the soft pillow, as he tried to go to sleep.

"Ow! That hurts!"

"Suzaku, please don't!"

"Are you going to be a good little slut?"

"Are you?"


"Good…cause I want to do something really nasty to you."


"What? I can't hear you."

"Can't quite hear you!"

"Say it!"


"Ah!" Lelouch screamed, darting up from where he laid to meet the face of a certain green-haired witch.


The prince tried to catch his breath and regain a regular heart rate. C.C's expression of surprise settled as she regained her usual emotionless face.

"Weren't you supposed to be back here two weeks ago?" Lelouch hissed, sitting up on the couch as he gave her knee-high socks, black mini shirt and well-fitted white dress shirt a quick once-over, landing on amber eyes. The witch had told him a month ago that she would be gone for two weeks with no explanation of where or why.

She shrugged. "Oops."

The raven made a grumble as he shifted on the couch, turning his back to the witch. She smirked at this and began to take off her black mini skirt and socks, left wearing only her white dress shirt and lacey panties. The witch sat down on the cushioned chair right next to where the brit was, trying to ignore her existence.

"I can't believe, Zero; the man who can kill a hundred people in a second with one little glance, had to get his ass stitched up because of some rough playtime with a certain eleven." the green-haired woman chuckled, smirking at the silent brit. A silence overcame the room as she smiled internally at the raven not reliving in return.

"So how does eleven cock taste, Lel-"

"Shut up."

C.C laughed at this as her chuckles died out from the glare coming from the male who rose up and turned around to face her. His whole demeanor darkened, as C.C waited for him to come up with a smart ass remark to her tease.

"You don't know what he-" Lelouch began, his lip trembling. Wolfish amber eyes changed from amusement to worry.

C.C blinked, tilting her head at the raven's uncompleted statement.

"I don't know what he, what?" she asked, slightly interested by the brit's expression. She'd known that Lelouch had always harbored feelings for the eleven throughout their friendship, and wasn't surprised to find out that he and Suzaku had been sleeping together.

He fumbled with his long fingers, looking down to them, not meeting the witch's gaze, as he answered her question.

"What Suzaku did to me in the locker room," he whispered as he tried to utter out the next words. "I didn't want it…I didn't want any of this."

Violet orbs looked up to meet surprised golden ones, filled with hurt and despair. She felt rage replacing horror as old memories resurfaced of being a slave, with Lelouch's face replacing her own.

"No" she cried out, standing up and startling the male on the couch.

"My Lelouch is not like this…." She whispered, covering her face with her hands. Lelouch watched her with wide eyes. Her hands dropped to her side, face returning to its earlier emotionless state. "Once…"

"Once, I knew a man, with pain and despair trailing behind him as he walked on this earth, to find a way to destroy that same path. He became a walking corpse with no meaning, but eventually made a deal with myself to make a better a new for all the all people he loved. He was prepared to even be destroyed with that same past world if it made it all things better. A man I knew that would rather be put to death than bow to anyone's feet with no thoughts of regret-but glee." said the woman, her blanch-skinned knuckles touching her chin as her elbow rested on the arm of the chair she was sitting in, staring out of the window blankly.

"Once, I knew a man." she whispered.

After a moment of silence, she looked back when she heard a grunt come a few feet away from her. Lelouch was getting up from his spot on the couch with much effort, as his body rejected the idea to stand. After a few seconds of pain, he stood up, with a sly smirk creeping onto his lips.

"May the man also have the choice of biting off that person's toes, one by one, until he fell down even lower than the other?" queried Lelouch in his once, forgotten tone.

C.C smiled at this, as her gaze wondered back over to the window. "Perhaps, but even so that man might regret the action if he once felt something for that person, and watched the hemophiliac other bleed out his soul as his own burned with regret and despair down to the very core."

"Is such a great grievance worth so?" she asked, as Lelouch began to cross over to her side of the room, peering out the window.

"I believe so, if his pain will once evolve the worlds and his loved ones happiness." he answered, staring down through the transparent glass to find a certain motorcycle parked in front of the building.

"I think that candle was lit again, inside that man I still know." she muttered, to quiet for his ears to hear as she stared at his back, the one to soon support the world with-scrawny but yet strong in a sense.

Both started slightly when a heavy knock come from the front door and a shout of "Open up, Lelouch!"

The raven-haired male turned towards the door, and stepped towards it in a slow manor, with unpredictable actions holding him back. He turned the golden knob, as he was greeted by his bluenette friend, Rivalz Cardemonde.

"Hey Lelouch, we need to talk".

"So you're saying that Suzaku never hurt you?" Rivalz asked, as Lelouch nodded from across from the living room, sitting in the same seat the absent green-haired witch was once been (who was now napping on the brit's bed). Rivalz rose up from his seat and banged his fist on the glass table in the middle of them.

"That's bullcrap! I saw what he did with my own eyes!" the bluenette yelled in anger.

He had seen the bloodied mess on the floor called 'Lelouch' under the eleven. He had watched Suzaku rush out of the locker room and run away from the scene before he passed out himself. Now he was being told that all of that never happened?

"You did. But you really didn't." he replied in a monotone voice.

"What do you mean, Lelouch?" he asked in confusion.

Lelouch chuckled as he raised his hand gracefully over his left eye, covering the manifestation of the activated Geass sigil.

"You will find out soon enough, my dear friend".

Next chapter will hopefully be the last. I must say though, this chapter got me really back in to the Code Geass feeling =]

Everyone that has been wishing for the revenge, here it comes! (but I can promise to some of you, you may regret it)

Plus, please vist my profile and vote in my poll for the next story I should write. Thanks in advance!

Happy Belated Birthday, Emperor Lelouch and Happy Holidays Everyone!