Disclaimer: Wow, 'what the hell am I doing in this fandom', reader enquires. Excusez-moi, Code Geass has intricate plotlines, giant fighting robots with Arthurian legend names, magnificent Gay and copious amounts of fanservice. The question should, dear reader, actually be 'Why the hell didn't I totally rape this fandom with everyone else back in 2008 when it was really popular?' the answer being Naruto. Of which I fully and utterly now regret.
Anyways, I don't own this shit.
Warning y'all: This fanfiction will have swearing, and sexual references, and maybe actual sex I dunno. Fo' sho it will have Gay of both extremes (girl-on-girl and boy-on-boy) although mostly Lesbians. Because there's not enough Lesbianism in the world.
I guess we could date
Chapter 1
It would be a cold day in hell before Kallen Kozuki allowed anyone to perversely grope her against her will and wanting.
Even if 'anyone' was a potential employer.
In fact, Kallen's new philosophy dictated that any job headed by a portly, balding 50+ old man with an uncontrollable compulsion to sweat excessively and whom was more interested in staring at her cleavage than her credentials, was a job not worth seeking any further and thus also a failed employment opportunity she should no longer worry about.
She should also, Kallen reminded herself as she strode briskly away from Nakano Industries, not bother worrying about the present physical state of said 50+ sweaty balding man. Kallen had taken care in restraining herself to the point that the perve would only suffer from a mild concussion for fear of being tracked down and charged with assault and bodily harm. Although Kallen was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to find her anyway, he was unconscious when she had seized her resume and stormed out, and she had knocked his secretary out as she left. Just to be safe.
Kallen's stride turned into a stomp, and innocent pedestrians practically threw themselves out of her way careful not to be caught beneath the almost stabbing motions of her heels, and ducking their heads in order to avoid direct eye contact with the fiery-haired demon who by now had started to grind her teeth together in barley concealed fury.
She had needed that job.
It had sounded so right for her, just a small cubical job in Accounting with manageable hours and sufficient pay. And best of all a health plan. A health plan she could of easily passed on to her mother instead…
The beast released as Kallen let out an almighty incoherent yell of rage.
An impressionable child nearby started to cry. And so did his father.
Calmer individuals wondered if they should report the apparently insane redhead, who had now thrown her messenger bag onto the pavement and had proceeded to stomp continuously on the baggage with her 3-inch killer heels. After a while however the stomping stopped and instead the redhead growled, gathering up her bag in one swift swoop before charging down the street, an easy feat considering how the crowds willingly parted for her out of fear.
Why did every job she applied for have to have a fucking perverted male in charge?
Why were there never any composed, powerful and career-focused women waiting patiently for her in the interview room, nodding swiftly in understanding at Kallen's out of breath and hurried apologies for being late because her mother had forgotten how to turn the shower off that morning and had nearly drowned herself in the bathtub?
Why did every Potential Employer have to be more interested in undermining her worth as a Potential Employee by assessing her breasts and legs, usually mentally but some past pricks had had the nerve to cop a feel. Such as the man Kallen had only recently thrown over his own desk into a 4 to 6 week physical recovery.
Kallen ran. She ran and ran until her lungs started to hurt and her feet started to curl into the moulds of her shoes. She fucking hated high heels. Her arch nemesis in footwear was the least practical type of shoe she had ever known and yet of course she had to wear them to a job interview to compliment her stupid black skirt and her damn periwinkle blouse and her admittedly ridiculously magnificent legs. Kallen stopped, ducking into an alleyway and pushing her back up against the wall, her bag dropping to her feet and her pink, full lips taking in great gasps of air as she glared hatefully down at her feet. If she dressed like this, Kallen theorised, than perhaps dirty old men with power expected her to be willing to be groped, by wearing heels and elongating her legs stupid men like that would believe that she was asking for it, and in later court cases use this defence to justify their actions. Kallen seethed before kicking off the damned heels, standing 3-inches shorter and in tanned pantyhose.
She hated those heels, but not her body, and just because Kallen might enjoy wearing a blouse that complimented her bust without revealing anything, didn't mean that she was a 'tease'.
And just because she enjoyed how snug her skirt felt around her curves, doesn't mean that she 'secretly wants it'.
SHE WANTED NOTHING.
She wanted nothing from any portly, balding sweating horrible old men, especially not their groping hands and expectant sneers.
And especially not their job offers.
Although she did need that job.
Kallen picked up her heels in one hand, her bag in the other and marched out from the alley with renewed anger, glancing her narrowed blue eyes at any stranger who dared to question her now shoeless feet. Wincing once at the young blisters on her feet Kallen breathed deeply before setting off in the direction of Golden gai.
She really needed a drink.
Or to punch someone.
Preferably both.
In her mind, CC thought of herself as an excellent roommate.
She kept her bedroom relatively clean (because she barley used it, instead preferring to creep into her roommate's bed at night much to his chagrin).
She brought them both food regularly (on his income of course, and she ate most of it herself anyway).
And she paid her worth in exuding and promoting an easy-going and open minded attitude and atmosphere (instead of paying her worth in rent money on which, Lelouch reminded, she was severely overdue by several months).
Yes, despite Lelouch's angry protests, CC was an excellent roommate.
She, CC stressed, benefitted her roommate's life by delivering endless fun and exhilaration to his otherwise OCD-orderly and dull existence. This morning CC decided to hide Lelouch's laptop so as to initiate a joyful game of hide and seek. Which really involved CC not 'hiding' but rather sitting atop the kitchen island eating cold pizza, whilst Lelouch threw cushions and other items left and right, turning their shared two-bedroom one-bathroom Shinjuku apartment upside down, in 'seeking' his stolen laptop all the while throwing death threats and swears at CC over his shoulder.
For all his practised almost regal manner, CC surmised, the boy swore like a sailor.
CC shrugged to herself, 'must be a British thing', and took another bite of pizza.
"Why do you continuously INSIST", Lelouch spat from his inspection under the sofa, "on making my life as difficult as POSSIBLE?" CC shrugged again. Lelouch glared. CC stared. Lelouch stood up from the floor next to the sofa and threw his hands into the air in a dramatic fashion.
"Woman! Where is my laptop? Give me my laptop!"
"Ah-ah" CC wagged a finger too and thro, "that's cheating"
"What's cheating? This isn't a game! My work is on that laptop!"
"You work too much, this is rehabilitation, I'm worried for you"
"Liar!"
CC sighed and dropped down from the kitchen island in a manner like that of an ever-patient queen forced to leave her throne to coddle one of her crying children. Her feet padded across the tiled floor to the adjoined living area wherein which Lelouch was now furiously searching a potted plant. He looked up at his approaching roommate, a foolish wave of optimism within him suggesting that maybe she had decided to give in and give back unto him his beloved laptop. A wave which diminished into nothing upon seeing CC yawn and instead plop down onto the sofa, having approached not to resolve their conflict but for a better vantage point from which to watch Lelouch's attempts to retrieve his possession. Lelouch let loose a most deep of frowns.
CC stared.
Lelouch glared.
CC crossed her legs.
Lelouch crossed his arms.
CC wiped her nose with her sleeve.
"CC" vocal volume set on a steady level "I'm being serious; I need my laptop back now". CC began playing with a lock of thick, lime hair. Lelouch tried again, his previously steady voice betraying his calm façade by faltering, at points increasing an octave higher.
"CC I NEED MY LAPTOP. NOW."
"Well obviously you don't need it as much as you say you do or you would have found it by now out of desperation."
Lelouch started to visibly shake, his clean fingernails digging red moons into his hands by how tightly he had clenched his fists. A deep and gravelly intake of air.
"My work is on MY LAPTOP. My work is IMPORTANT. I need my FUCKING LAPTOP NOW."
CC released her personal version of a scoff, "Yes, because a bi-weekly columnist's work aligns itself in literary importance right up there with the Magna Carta".
Lelouch looked affronted. Then he looked pale. And then he looked angry. And then he looked angrier. And then he took a cushion and whacked CC across the face with all his strength, which really wasn't much, before stalking off to his room and slamming the door, the sound shattering the small silence.
CC drew the would-be-weapon cushion into her lap and listened to the faint thumps of her roommate banging his head incessantly against his bedroom wall and his anguished cries of fury and self-pity. This CC-activity lasted enjoyably for several minutes until a new sound, the doorbell, directed her attention. It rang again, and considering her roommate was currently 'busy', CC felt it her reluctant duty to answer the door. Her payment for being forced to get up and walk all the way to the door was the person on the other side, who happened to be on CC's small but comfortable list of her favourite people. "Suzaku" CC greeted, giving a nod, he smiled back in that naturally cheerful way of his.
Like a cat CC usually found it hard to accept new people into her life and disliked surprises, it was understandable that she felt uneasy at first when a year or so prior Lelouch had started actually going out at night (sometimes not returning until the next morning or noon even) thus breaking their tight-knit routine of many a Sunday night spent eating takeout and watching Countdown TV. And it's easy to imagine CC's discomfort at suddenly being informed by her roommate that the reason for his persistent disturbances in their roommate schedule was a new boyfriend, that he had thus far kept hidden from her prying nature, that he finally wanted her to meet.
CC had no problem with the whole gay thing, instead finding comfort in having a male roommate who would respond to your walking around the apartment naked not with sexual arousal but instead a thrown dressing gown and an insistence that she 'put some damn clothes on'. But she was increasingly protective of her roommate and the 'special relationship' they had and was untrusting of this Kururugi person all the way up until the point that she met them both for lunch and was introduced to the perpetually cheerful man. However, trust and pure love for the 'intruder' was established when, only minutes after meeting her, Suzaku had insisted that CC order whatever she wanted and not worry about the bill for he was happy to pay for everything. CC distinctly remembered her life flashing before her eyes, a life of mooching money for food off an unwilling Lelouch. She remembered having never had anyone offer to pay for her lunch completely of their own free will and NOT be attempting to get into her pants. Most of all she remembered Lelouch's palm slapping to his face loudly and his muttering towards a confused Suzaku "Well done, you've given her an open chance to bankrupt you".
Following this CC had been silent before she had pulled out her chair, sat down, given an appraising nod to Suzaku before turning to Lelouch and stating "I approve". With that, CC had then opened her menu, reaching a nimble hand into her purse to retrieve her emergency food bib that she carried around with her at all times.
Yes, CC was like a cat in the way that she usually found it hard to accept new people into her life and disliked surprises. However, also like a cat, she could easily be won over with food.
"Good morning CC, is Lelouch up yet?" bringer of free food aka. Suzaku asked as he crossed the threshold into the apartment in answer to CC's inviting sweep of her hand. She closed the door behind him, "Yeah he's up", she padded towards him "but you'd best be careful Kururu". Suzaku sniffed at the familiar nickname and his brow furrowed in confusion "Why? Is something wrong?"
CC nodded sagely, "Your girlfriends PMSing, must be her time of the month." She tilted her head towards Lelouch's bedroom door from which protruded sounds of muffled British swearing. Suzaku looked honestly concerned "Lelouch?" he called out, his answer being silence as Lelouch stopped his rants from within his room. Suzaku made to approach his door but was stopped by CC. "Hold on, give this to him for me will ya?"
CC turned her back to Suzaku and walked the short distance into the apartment kitchen, she opened the fridge, bent down and pulled open the vegetable box, retrieving a silver laptop (fringed with ice) from its contents. Closing the fridge she returned to Suzaku and held the device out to him, he looked at the laptop, a wave of confusion flitting over his face before realization hit him. His response: a dismissive chuckle and the taking of the chilled laptop from CC's hands. CC flicked her hair over her shoulder as she watched Suzaku tentatively approach Lelouch's door, like Daniel and the Lion's den. "Lelouch it's me" Suzaku knocked twice on Lelouch's door and, receiving no answer, sighed deeply before resigning himself to an inevitable several minutes of attempting to coax his boyfriend out of self-isolation by using soft words and cooed compliments to rejuvenate Lelouch's ego.
CC watched for a while before she grew bored, this was a regular sight, seeing as how Lelouch was quick to take offence to any jab at his job/family/lack of manliness and general wellbeing. CC could recall several apartment parties, which involved many of her friends and barley any of Lelouch's, ending with Lelouch locking himself in his room in a huff with the deemed 'middle-man' Suzaku attempting to retrieve him, an act which usually ended in Suzaku's efforts being either denied by a stubborn boyfriend or, on a more positive conclusion, Suzaku being pulled into the room to engage in angry and particularly loud sex. To which CC would invite her party-friends to listen to in communal interest and amusement.
CC in this present time, instead of waiting around to see which way this incident would conclude, decided to actually get dressed, it being 13:23, which was still pretty early for CC to get dressed.
Hell, usually CC didn't even wake up in time to see the sun.
Sup'?
I'll tell you whats sup' yo.
Nothing much to be honest actually, I'm nearing that period of early-year exams and I really should be revising, but late last year I happened to click on a SuzaLulu doujinshi on Youtube and I got HOOKED. Like majorly. Mostly on the fandom though, I'm only up to episode 12 of the anime, but I've already brought the first two volumes of the Knights manga, which btw isn't as Gay as we'd like to think, I bet the Queen's manga is just chock-a-block with Yuri goodness so I'll order that in a fews weeks maybe.
Anyways, around a few weeks after introducing myself to SuzaLulu and CG I started fangirling CCxKallen and angsting over the lack of fanfic on this site for this couple outside of the porn. Whilst the porn is good my first introduction to Lesbian-media was 'Kissing Jessica Stein' which is a wholly smart and funny film and this connotation of what a Lesbian film/program/fanfic should be has stuck with me enough that I've started writing this. The first chapter is just introducing the characters, the two lovely ladies don't meet until Chapter 2, and I aim for this fanfiction to be as smart as possible. That means big words and possibly even bigger plotholes (?), anyways, since this is a fanfic I really want to dedicate myself too I'm not releasing the next chapter until I finish writing the chapter that follows it. Making this some organized process, yay~
