A Swell of Emotions

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A deep sigh permeated through the still air of the suite. Lelouch sat with his head leaned back against the dark, burgundy sofa – his eyes fixed on the ceiling. The suite was rather large in both size and grandeur. It consisted of three rooms: a living room, and of course the bedroom and bath – complete with elegant Chinese style furnishings. It was Zero's second day in the Chinese Federation and everything seemed to have gone according to plan – except for one minor ordeal…

Lelouch closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. He couldn't make sense of what had happened last night.

"Damn those Chinese drinks and all their potency." Lelouch complained to himself.

He was sure he had been drugged – one of those herbs that made one's hormones excited to the point where one's actions could not be controlled. What were they thinking last night? It all happened so fast…their clothes strewn on the floor, the passionate way their lips locked together, how their sweating bodies molded into one another. Lelouch shook off the thought. He tried to convince himself that it was all the potion's doing – that it was just a crazy, insane turn of events, but his efforts failed miserably. He couldn't help but remember the ecstasy he felt last night. The way her lips brushed against his neck, how he tangled his hands through her luscious green hair – his body trembled with pleasure for just a moment. He knew that what they did was out of a fit of passion, but he couldn't help but notice just how right it felt. How her body molded so perfectly with his own.

And it wasn't just the physical side that made them compatible, he noted, there was something about her that made him feel…he couldn't think of a decent term to describe it. The way their words played off of each other so melodiously, the way they mocked and teased each other. How she was always there for him, the only one who never abandoned or betrayed him. He scoffed with a sudden effort. Why was he even pondering such trivial thoughts? He had more important matters to deal with, such as the Chinese Federation and his goal to crush Britannia. He didn't have time for this, but his mind wandered against his will.

His brow furrowed with a troubled expression and he became uneasy. C.C. was still in the bedroom, lying on the bed eating pizza. It was already late evening and she hadn't even mentioned anything about last night. She acted as normal as ever whereas he was trembling with a swell of mixed emotions. What was wrong with him? Of course she didn't feel that way for him. She was an immortal witch who locked her heart away ages ago. He was a fool to think that he had the power to unlock it.

He banged the arm of the sofa with his fist. He tried to suppress his emotions, but his efforts were futile. He began to reminisce about his past feelings towards the witch. When he first laid eyes on her, he obviously registered the fact that she was as beautiful as any goddess. When she forced herself into his room, claimed the bed for her own, and littered the room with pizza, Lelouch was annoyed to say the least. He found her troublesome, but learned to accept her odd habits. As time passed, he could feel that they were growing closer. She wasn't so distant and cold, but acted as a true friend. All of the hardships that he suffered, C.C. was always there to comfort him. She was the only one he could confide in. They were accomplices after all. He found it comforting that there was at least one person he didn't have to wear a mask in front of. He had always felt a certain chemistry between them and he knew that C.C. must have felt it too, but he would always toss that thought to the side since he had more immediate matters to deal with. But she was different from all of the other girls he knew. She was mysterious and intelligent as well. She was unique in every sense of the term.

Lelouch stood up from his position on the sofa and began to pace back and forth the length of the living room. He always felt a connection with the green-haired beauty, but he never truly realized it. He knew that last night wasn't entirely the potion's doing. There was a part of him that wanted her – that wanted to hold her, comfort her, to be one with her. He stopped pacing and clenched his fist. He glanced towards the bedroom with a look of longing and then immediately turned away. He was a fool to think she could ever love him. Yes, she cared – but could she ever love him?

The man named Zero stood up straight and did what he had always done – locked the thought away entirely. He was Zero, the man who would bring Britannnia to its knees – not a crazed love-struck boy.

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