#anewcode

Missions went wrong all the time. Kurt was use to that, getting hurt taking a blow for a friend or getting hit when teleporting someone out of the way. Sometimes he miscalculated his own speed and hit the ground harder the he meant to. But to him those were job hazards he was use to. But rarely did things happen to shake the mans faith, to keep his hold on what he stood for. Through everything no matter how bad things got for him as a teen and growing up he always kept faith. But as he replayed what happened in his mind he couldn’t help but question everything he stood for, everything he was. Tail flicked as his vision stayed blurred honestly not knowing where he was. Tripping he hit something soft recognizing it fast as a sofa. But if it was his own at his apartment or the one at Xaviers he had no idea. Honestly he didn’t care apart from the small nagging that he was getting blood on whomever it was.

Head lolled burying face in the cushions almost wishing he could curl into nothing. But he hurt to much for that even. the battle had gone well enough for the fact a few new people had decided to help out. That was never the problem, He had taken a life to save another. Life was sacred and as he tried to save one with taking another in the end it didn’t matter. In the end the one he tried to save ended up dying in his arms and all he could see was the small girls bloody face. Sure he had held up his facade of being the strong man he was unto everything just collapsed when he got away form the others. Now he just lay half aware bleeding from several woulds trying to piece himself together and failing.

Lelouch walked into his living room, only to find a blue man bloodying up his sofa. He nearly scoffed at the look on the man’s face, pity and remorse and clearly wallowing in it. It reminded him of Suzaku before he had betrayed him to his own father. “Not that I mind that you ruined my sofa, I was getting tired of it anyway. The look on your face however I cannot stand.”