Hello everyone, first I want to thank those who have supported my other fic, "Playing wife" Now I'm back again with a new one and I hope that you'll enjoy this clumsy piece of mine too :D

As much as I love writing, I enjoy reading fics about my favorite couples too. So please spread the LxC love around here XD

One more note is that my English isn't that well, so this fic is obviously unbeta-ed and full on mistakes. Please spare me on that and if anyone could, please lend me a hand . I'll really appreaciate it.

R&R, okay?

"C.C.! You drank my water again, didn't you?!" Sitting in front of his desk, Lelouch turned around and waved an empty cup furiously.

"Uhuh," she replied absent-mindedly while rolling back and forth on the bed in some odd kinds of exercise after the meal, "I was thirsty. Probably because of those pizzas, I think."

"How dare you?!" The prince sounded angry and didn't bother to hide it.

"Hmn… because I guess you can go and get another cup for yourself?"

"But this is my cup, C.C. Didn't I forbid you to drinking from my cup? I even bought your own, so use it!" He demanded.

"It's only a cup anyway," C.C. sighed, frowning from all the annoying noises her roommate was making, "Why making such a big fuss over it? You're so weird, Lelouch."

"You're the one who are weird! What if you infected me with some of your extraordinary, inhuman genes? What would I become then? I don't know what to do with you at all!" He snapped angrily.

There was a silence. Lelouch dared to glance at the gray witch and noted that she has stopped rolling. C.C was sitting on the bed and looking at him oddly. Her face was emotionless as ever, but he stared at her slightly trembling lips as a doubtful feeling began to creep into his heart. Have watching several blood-filling, torturous glimpses of her years as 'the witch', he could tell that C.C. was not at all happy with the fact that people always isolated her and treated her like a disastrous monster. Even Lelouch himself didn't know whether to regard her as a young, delicate girl as she appeared to be, or just merely an inhuman tool to fulfill his goal. So, for the time being, he just settled her as his 'important partner'.

However, he still has some points, right? Before figuring out what immortal creature C.C. really was, he should, and would be cautious and prevent any possible thread his mysterious roommate could bring to himself and his family. After all, he hasn't known the green-haired girl that well to fully trust her, and knowing her name just made him more curious than ever.

While the Britanian Prince was debating with himself whether he should explain his logical intention to C.C, he failed to notice these previous trembling lips of her has curved up to an elegant smirk that was so traditional of the gray witch.

"Silly Lelouch," she finally said in a half-serious, half-teasing voice, "If I could, that thing has got you infected long ago."

"Huh?" Lelouch was caught off guard.

"THAT," C.C. put a finger on her lips as her smirk grew slightly wider, "Don't tell me that you've forgot."

His eyes widened in recognition, any words in his mouth died and before he could hastily turned his back on her, C.C. could still caught a glimpse of his face with a shade redder.

So much for a logical strategist.

"Fine," he murmured dejectedly, "As long as you don't do that again. Please."

"Which one?" Came her innocent reply.

C.C. spared herself a quiet laugh when Lelouch just poured the water on his cup and drank it soundlessly.

His throat must be quite dry.

Please, please tell me if I should turn this into series of drabbles? Or not?