A/N: All those times not mentioned? Here's a little shot at Lelouch and especially C2's personality
"Alone at last, I see." She looked up with the corners of her lips curling upwards at the sound of his voice. "You haven't changed a bit, Lelouch," she murmured, standing. Her eyes were emotionless to everyone else, her mind fathomless as always to him. He darted forwards to catch her, blood spreading from the wound, and he saw the glimmer of amusement that she allowed to show, only for him, him that she had loved since the very beginning. It was rather fitting, C2 mused as he carried her bridal-style, that an immortal witch would fall in love with a self-proclaimed dramatic demon. She closed her eyes and said flatly, "You can let me down now you know." He smiled, "Nope. We have a contract, remember." How could she ever forget his contract? She chuckled inwardly. Yep. Definitely the same as ever. "Oh? I don't remember this being a part of it, Lulu," she said sarcastically. His smile and his eyes, the continually-glowing geass eye as well, vanishing from her sight as he replied quietly, "Yeah? I don't remember those kisses being a part of it either." She bit her tongue as her cheeks warmed, like a schoolgirl who couldn't speak to her crush. She turned her face away, silent as she avoided eye contact. He let her down on her feet and she stood, wound already healed. She plucked at her blood-stained clothes and sighed regretfully, banishing the faint notes of'...no, of course not. He couldn't...but if we are condemned...get your head back in reality C2.' While she fought an inner war, she grumbled, "Must I keep ruining my clothes every time you're an idiot?" He rolled his eyes, "I am never an idiot." "Ah ah ah, don't you ever lie to me, accomplice," she smirked, waving a finger like a scolding mother to her child. He merely did something only he could get away with. He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him, his lips crashing down onto hers. Only he could surprise her. In that brief touch, she knew exactly how he felt about her, just as he was figuring out what she felt for him, though it was impossible for him to know how deep that river ran. She debated her choices then settled on the most amusing. She broke away and breathed, "Fascinating aren't you?" before punching him as hard as she could in that wonderfully handsome face of his. He flew back, landing hard on his back with a groan. He sat up to find her nose touching his, her eyes alight with amusement. "Not yet, demon boy," she chuckled, poking him in the chest. His head was already scrambled, but grew into a blissful fog as she kissed him on the temple, a promise for later. She stood and waited, emotionless facade clicking into place just as his own did, a physical mask allowing him to endanger himself by playing at leader. Zero. She acknowledged his prowess in her mind, but she still held concern over the fact he killed and let his own men die by treating it as a game. Although, by his tossings in the night, she knew how much each death tormented him, but he could never show it. No. That would be weak. Pitiful mortals. She remembered a night not so long ago...they returned to his home, or rather, she waited for him to finish his nightly rituals. C2 bounced slightly on the bed, bored. She grew so frustrated, she stepped from it and walked down the hall, where she could hear water running. Curiosity piqued she knocked once, then twice with no answer. She rolled her eyes and found that the door was unlocked, stepping inside. She blinked against the warm steam, squinting as she stepped forwards. A cry was torn from her when she slipped, and before her head could touch the ground, thin arms slick with water held her by the waist. Long wet hair in sparkling eyes, steam his only clothing, water still running loudly, though not as loud as her heart racing. She said in a peeved tone, "You took too long. It was boring." He chuckled long and low, his voice husky. He saw the faint tinge of pink on her cheeks, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. "Showers help me think," he replied easily, without letting her up. He couldn't tell her that he was thinking of her, or that the soft rain made him doze off. The corners of her mouth twitched briefly, transforming her scowl. She was quiet, the only sound the water, pit-patting continuously. Time passed and still he hadn't moved, and neither had she asked him to. Suddenly, the spell was broken with a knock and a whisper-shout, "Lelouch! I had a nightmare, please..."
He set her down gingerly and clothed himself, turning off the water. "Of course, be just a second," he replied gently. She watched as he followed his sister to calm her fears. She slid down the wall, burying her face in her arms. She muttered incredulously, "Fascinating."