Closed Log

[mrdickery]

Characters: Yuri Lowell and Lelouch Lamperouge.
Format: prose
This log is: closed
Location: Exaclan Arena, very late at night when all normal people are abed.
Summary: Zero requested allies and Yuri responded.
Warnings: tba

When Yuri had found the note tacked to Flynn's bed, a knot of tension in his stomach eased. It had been so long since he'd posted his own response that he'd begun to think whoever had posted that dramatic declaration was all talk and no brains, or at least not enough to figure out his signature.

The location was curious, though. The Conquest Dorm? Home of the two staff members who were the strictest with their rules and loosest with doling out punishments? Was it an insider or someone capable of slipping past the unsuspecting like him? It wasn't exactly difficult to get past Day or Santana, but it did require some skill and acuity which was why his visits to Flynn always ended up with him picking leaves and twigs out of his hair. (His difficulty with doors was also another contributing factor.)

Still, the message had been passed on and Yuri was more than ready to move. That afternoon, as he'd left Flynn's room, he'd given the comatose knight a wry smile. No doubt Flynn would be upset if he ever found out... but then, what else was new? Some things, unfortunately, just couldn't be solved as neatly as his friend wanted them to.

That night, dressed in an outfit he'd bought the same day as his sword, Yuri entered the Exaclan Arena just as his PDA beeped a chime saying it was 2:30am. It wasn't his need for theatrics that had him wearing the outfit but rather his need to protect those the school would punish if they found out it was him. It was that threat that made him disapproving of the location Zero had chosen, adding another notch of disapproval in his head for the man, but in the end the necessity of this meeting had overwhelmed the danger.

As he strode into the center of the arena, intending to make his arrival obvious and show he had nothing to hide, only when he was in the very center of the stands did he stop, the sheath of his sword bapping lightly against his leg as he did so.

"Okay Zero, where are you?" He murmured softly, glancing out at the stadium expectantly.

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[veepofchess]

"And what do you see when the train arrives, and the new arrivals come, wrested from their homes and loved ones?" He continued to make his way silently through the space, finally coming to a stop in front of Yuri, though since he was outside the beam of the spotlight, he couldn't yet be seen. He did not expect to be disappointed by his answer.

[mrdickery]

"Is there a reason for this show?" Yuri replied after a moment, feeling his impatience with this game rise enough to finally let his tension through. "Because if it's for me, I'm not enjoying it." He added quietly, voice lowering just enough that it brushed his darker tones. He'd never understood the necessity of theatrics at moments like these, which, given his combat style, many seemed to find hard to believe, but it was true for moments like these.

Peoples lives, innocents being tortured on top of kidnapping... this sort of thing was not a joke or a game, and treating it like either one was not acceptable. Just another thing they seemed to have differences about, it seemed. Which begged the question of why is he rebelling against the system? Personal vendetta? Or because it was entertaining?

"I don't know about you, but I didn't come here to be entertained. I came to see if there was someone else on this island who was willing to get their hands dirty."

[veepofchess]

The spotlight turned off, and once Yuri's eyes adjusted, he could see Zero standing there in the glow cast by the moon and the stars, glinting off of the points on his helmet and the gold trim on his cape. His arms could not be seen beneath the cape. The call switched off on Yuri's PDA. "I see a stage for puppets to dance on strings to the tune of an unknown piper." He spread his arms wide. "Every week, we gather more marionettes like so many lambs to the slaughter. I mean to snap the strings, and tear the entire apparatus down on top of those that force us to remain their playthings." He lowered his arms again.

"I will not stand idly and allow the crimes of those that pull the strings to stand unpunished. I will not permit the weak to be twisted by the strong."

[mrdickery]

As his phone went silent and Yuri turned to look at Zero, his eyes hidden by the low line of his hat, for a moment all the vigilante did was watch silently as Lelouch spoke, declaring his stance. If Lelouch had been able to see Yuri's face clearly, he would have noticed the growing look of... disgust? Grudging amusement? Outright disbelief? Growing on his face as he carefully brought a hand up to suspiciously straighten the line of his scarf.

'So much for not being entertained.' He thought darkly as he smoothed the red fabric before raising his head and letting his hand fall away to speak. "And how exactly are you planning to "stop" them? No offense, but it doesn't look like you've had a lot of success."