A/N: I originally had an idea that I thought would have been a funny and satisfying conclusion.
Now that I've had over two months to look it over, I realize that it was stupid and made me cringe.
It made me ask, "What the frappe was I thinking?" It was just so bad.
It doesn't even make the cut for what I'd consider an effort at an April Fools' chapter.
...
Still, I thought I'd at least show it to explain why I've decided to let Lelouch go and free him from my mess called a fan fiction story.
So without further ado, I give you the scrapped idea that I can only describe as...
The Abomination
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---{Cier’s POV}
Seven Days After The Battle in New York
8:30 AM
The Dylan Residence
“Hah! Finally!” I pumped my fist in ecstasy.
After a few nights of staying up way later than I should have, I caught myself a Kyurem. At this point, some would probably have questioned whether using a Master Ball would have been better or more efficient. Not me. I stuck to my principles of putting effort into my games and I caught it in a Great Ball. Ha!
“Now,” I muttered to myself, “What to nickname you.”
I started to button-press in the letters for ‘Hyourinmaru’, but then stopped when I realized that there weren’t enough spaces. Shaking my head, I rapidly pressed the ‘B’ button to backtrack to the first letter. For a while I just sat there, staring at the two screens of my Nintendo DS.
You know, I thought, In the trailer for the Black and White 2 versions, Kyurem had two new forms. Hm… he was cold and emotionless when he was first introduced, but then was willing to change in the time after. That’s kind of like…
I smiled lightly. I knew what I was going to nickname Kyurem.
F… i… f… t… y… o… n… e.
“Cier!” hollered Dad, “There’s someone at the door that wants to see you!”
That was weird. I didn’t normally get visitors specifically looking for me. Quickly, I saved the game before shutting my DS.
“Coming!” I answered as I exited the room. I still hadn’t replaced the melted doorknob.
As I briskly entered the living room, I saw that friend of Dad’s.
“Oh, Mr. Big Zeke, sir,” I said, “What brings you by?”
“Well…” Big Zeke rubbed his neck a bit sheepishly, “Maybe you should see for yourself, brother.”
He turned around.
“Li’l Z, come over here!” Zeke hollered.
I raised an eyebrow, wondering why he was speaking to thin air. But then, I noticed the car that was parked out front. The sound of something clacking around the vehicle was what had my attention at the moment. When a figure came out from around Big Zeke’s car, my confused eyes opened to a full-blown surprised face.
“I… uh… wha..?” I fumbled for the right words.
Standing there was a black pony. Now wait just a minute! That wasn’t what was strange, because there were still people turning into ponies even after Discord’s ‘defeat’. What was strange was the specific features. She had a horn and wings, the signs of an alicorn. She also had a long purple mane, turqoise irises in her eyes, and a blue eighth note for a cutie mark.
“H-hi, Cier,” she stammered while waving a hoof nervously.
“T…T…Tundra Stanza?!” I cried out, “What the fu-?!”
My eyes were overtaken by a forceful, orange explosion.
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Tale of The Suspicious One (part 2)
---{Lelouch’s POV}
“Heh heh heh heh,” I chuckled before letting out a full laugh, “HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!”
“Successful hit,” noted one of the commanders emotionlessly, “California has been wiped from the map.”
Despite the theoretical differences between Brittania’s empire and this government, the rules of power were relatively the same. Gaining dominance over the District of Columbia was easier than taking out Clovis. It was as if North America was just begging me to take over. Just now, nuclear missiles had wiped out one of the United States’ largest embarrassments. It was only a matter of time before the rest of the world’s hypocrisy and hatred would follow.
And my cackles echoed off the walls of the White House for all to hear. Even as I took a bite out of a slice of pepperoni, the echoes carried on.
"Now then..." I mulled.
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