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"I don't know…."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm just…tired, that's all."
"Come on, don't be a lazy-ass at time like this!"

The young teen raked his hand through his raven hair with a frustrated look on his face. He really didn't like where this was going.

"just go without me," he said evenly, and stopped short as he heard some shuffling sound in the background on the other end.

"Give me the phone Suzaku!" A female's voice. And she sounded pissed.

His eyebrow was raised ever so slightly.

"Wait," the said boy answered as he tried to push her off of him to no avail. "Just give me a second—a second!"

A huff and then everything was quite again.

"Thank you," Suzaku muttered before resuming the conversation with his friend.

"That's Shirley for you," Lelouch smirked tauntingly even though he knew Suzaku couldn't see it in anyways.

The other boy grunted something incoherently but along the lines of "Thanks to you…" before clearing his throat. "So as I was saying, if you can make up one damned good reason why you're so tired and couldn't go, then I won't go there and drag you back."

Lelouch's left eye twitched. "You don't even know where I am…"

"Oh trust me, I have resources," he said with that mixed confidence and evilness in his tone.

He really didn't like where this was going at all.

What could he say now? Seriously, Lelouch Lamberouge was one of the richest boys in the entire town. His parents were the heads of the most famous jewel-making company. Their money flowed in like water, literally. Even if they were to spend most of it away, it would soon find its way back to its appropriate owners, as if it were a very living thing. In other words, the Lamberouge family had never been short on money, or any luxurious stuff or even people in the house.

Lelouch always had servants to do things for him, such as bringing meals up to his room whenever he's being too lazy and wouldn't bother going downstairs. Doing his laundry (hell even folding the clothes for him), making his bed, driving him anywhere 24/7 without complaints. Some of the poor servants were even the objects for him to pour his anger out. Usually they would have to sit tight and brace themselves for whatever was about to befall, or rarely they would just get a cold short speech "You're fired. Now get out of here immediately." Needless to say all of them rather preferred the former; at least they would still have a job, and could live in the most gorgeous mansion ever in the history of mansions.

Lelouch frowned as he searched his brain for the most appropriate excuse, but as a genius he was, he just couldn't come up with a single one that Suzaku would find logical.

I'm doomed…all I ever do is lounging in the house, he thought desperately. Come on, there must be something—

"I see you can't," his friend interrupted his thoughts flatly and matter-of-factly.

The raven-haired teen could actually picture him looking impatient but amused at the same time.

"…."

"Don't bother trying, Lelouch," Suzaku replied with a sigh. "I'll try my best to make up something creative…"

"What! Lulu is not coming!" A high shriek echoed loudly. Lelouch winced as he had to pull the phone out a little bit if he wished not to go deaf.

"You owe me one—big time," the other boy whispered hastily before pressing the 'hang up' button abruptly.

Lelouch suddenly felt bad for Suzaku; his mind currently contemplating the consequences of what he had just done. It's not like he could have a way out of this so easily himself, but at least he could stall while the other could not. And whatever that the brown-haired teen was about to meet was definitely, if not beyond horrific.

He didn't want this to happen at all, but he had no choice now, had he?

Ah, I do. But that's what best friends are for, Lelouch thought, smiling slightly. Feeling too exhausted all of a sudden with that little chaos, he lazily threw the phone over to the side as a small sigh escaped his lips.

And that's when he noticed his stomach growling violently, demanding for foods.

But he was too sick of all of those fancy restaurants where all he ever received was stares and more stares. Surely the foods were amazing and well-prepared with all the fabulous decorations here and there, but with the lovesick, puppy-looks that he got from the girls there just made him lose his appetite almost immediately.

How can anyone, anyone enjoy their meals when they feel like they are being watched closely? He mused.

Not to mention he wouldn't even feel comfortable when having a conversation with anyone with the knowledge of strangers might eavesdrop on it.

Rich people—no to be precise, most of the rich girls really should get a life. They just had too much free time on their hands to do something incredibly annoying.

So who cares if this party is hosted by Kaguya, Lelouch thought as he slumped deeper into the cushions of his black and ever-so-shiny limousine. He had no desires to go anywhere tonight anyway, but since the crew was so ready and wouldn't want to waste their time to listen to his protests, he had no choice but to run away somewhere for the time being.

"Sir," a voice sounded from the front, pulling him out of his reveries. It was his own chauffeur's. "Where would you like to go now?"

Lelouch slumped even further into the cushions as he put his chin on his palm, seeming to be deep in thoughts. Now where should I go….? Oh bingo!

"Kano, why don't you take me to a restaurant where you usually go?"

A short hesitation…

"Well…sir. I didn't know you would prefer….common place."

His master's eye twitched. Do I seem to have another option here?

"Don't worry about it," Lelouch said lazily. "I just want to get out of here a bit. So where can you take me?"

The chauffeur sounded all excited all of a sudden. "Pizza Hut!"

Piz—Pizza Hut? Why does that sound so familiar? He was pretty sure he had heard of it sometime in the commercials on televisions, but he was too impatient to bother finishing watching it. All he knew was that they make pizzas there. But the restaurant didn't look so fancy itself…

But to keep his promise to Kano, he nodded, "All right, let's go."

"What can I help you with?" A girl said while looking down at a flyer, which had a big pizza in the middle with some strange, medium red circles on it. Also with some yellow sort of sticky fluid plastered underneath them. It looked really hot as if it had just been gotten out of the oven. There was actually some streams emerging from that pizza.

What bugged Lelouch the most was the stickers of some sort of thing here and there all over the flyer. They looked entirely yellow, except for the black lines of the sleeping eyes, one cheesy smile and a hat on one side of their heads. Those were everywhere around the slice of the pizza and they made his eyes wanting to pop out.

But he immediately thought of a pillow since the thing looked just like a medium-length pillow, only with arms sticking out, and no legs. To his surprise, he was finding that ridiculous-looking thing amusing and interesting. How did that happen!

"Well? What can I help you with?" The girl at the cashier repeated, finally looked up to stare at him with impatience evident in her tone.

"Huh? Oh," he cleared his throat quickly and was about to answer her when he realized he had no idea what to order.

Lelouch really regretted that he didn't bring Kano with him. But he didn't want to run out and drag him in. No, that would be humiliating.

His violet orbs traveled about quickly and up at the big food-menu-board on top of the girl's head. There were just so many, and he's getting confused. What to get was the only thought running wildly in his mind. So much for a genius.

Finally and desperately he looked down at the flyer in front of him, and saw three words that would save him from this mess.

"I would like a large Pepperoni-and-Cheese Pizza." He said with absolute pride, as if challenging her to make fun of him.

But she said nothing other than "That would be 10 dollars." as she punched in the numbers.

10 dollars? He thought, that was cheap. And pulled out the money to give it to her.

"I'll be right back," she said.

As the girl turned on her heels to walk into the kitchen, Lelouch exhaled and turned around, leaning on the counter.

The shop was surprisingly empty with only a few couple of people here and there in the corners. Is it always like this? He thought. Usually the famous, five-stars restaurants were really crowded at nights, but there's no worry about not being able to find an available table, since the Lamperouge name was always at the top of the top-priority-list.

He smiled slightly as he noticed none of the customers paying any attention to what he's doing. He's been having too much attention ever since he turned into a natural charismatic, handsome boy. He couldn't help what he had become, but a break from it wouldn't hurt, would it?

Well, one of the things he liked about commoners was that they were too busy with their lives already that they didn't even feel like meddling in others' affairs. A satisfied smile crossed his face once more.

It's really nice and quiet here…

"Here you go sir," the cashier girl said tiredly as she put down the pizza box with a little more force than it needed.

Lelouch flinched at her action and his eyebrows furrowed. He felt as if his pride had just been wounded badly. No one dared to treat the Lamperouges like this. It was a disgrace.

But said girl paid him no mind as she leaned over the counter to read her flyer again, though not before giving the clock one quick glance. Seriously, what is so interesting about that piece of paper?

He could tell that she was tired and wanted to go home now, but still there's a customer in the house here.

He cleared his throat, "Hm, excuse me?"

She looked up with those expressionless golden eyes, "What is it?"

"I think you should be more polite."

"Depends on your definition of polite. Mine is not saying rude things and not walking away from annoying conversations." She gave a small yawn. Oh how she wished she could just lie down on the bed while chewing on her favorite pizza. Also don't forget hugging Cheese-kun, she smirked happily at that thought.

Lelouch's left eye twitched. She sure knew how to play with words, and why she suddenly smiled like that would always remain as a mystery for as long as he lived.

Never mind that, he had more important issues here.

"I don't care what yours is. I'm the customer here and customer's your top priority." He said evenly, though there was a hint of anger and impatience in his voice.

To his greater surprise, she gave a dry laugh. "You don't look like you're from here, boya," she smirked tauntingly at his shocked face. "Maybe that's how it works in your own little world, but definitely not here." She definitely emphasized the 'here' ever so clearly.

OK, that's it!

"I want to talk to your manager," the raven-haired teen demanded. He believed he had totally lost his cool, but he didn't care anymore.

And to both his anticipation and amusement, the girl's facial changed as quickly. She turned from slyness and enjoyment to absolutely horrified. No….I can't get fired now…at least not because of this guy, she thought desperately with wide eyes.

Bingo. He had hit the bull's eye.

As if on cue, the manager of the Pizza Hut walked out with a pile of papers in his hand, and met with the two teens.

"Oh, is there something th—" He stopped short as his eyes widened at Lelouch. The stare was really unnerving, he decided.

"Oh my god! If it isn't' the famous Lelouch Lamperouge!" The older man cried out happily, and quickly skipped over.

OK, now that is creepy, thought both the youngsters stunningly.

"What can I do for you? Are you satisfied with our service? Did C.C. here serve you well?" He asked too many questions at once that Lelouch had trouble registering them.

However, he didn't miss the name of the cashier— green-haired girl that looked so scared right now. C.C…

A smirk tugged his lips, "Well actually, I am not happy. As you can see, miss C.C. was being very impolite. I suggest you train your employees better."

The man gave a loud shock as if he were in a soap opera, and turned on his heels to face the girl who was obviously trying to make an escape.

"You," he yelled. "How many times have I told you to stop with your monotone and that expressionless face and actually smile!"

C.C. shrank a little bit at the volume of his booming voice. Maybe the umpteenth time, she noted mentally to herself.

As she was about to either protest or apologize, the manager sighed exasperatedly as he put up his hand. "Enough," he said.

Lelouch grinned triumphantly. Payback time.

"You're fired."

And the sly grin disappeared as quickly as it had come.

C.C.'s golden eyes suddenly sparked to life as they darted between the angry manager and the 'trouble-maker' Lelouch. Her pink lips parted slightly, and her pretty face showed some sort of expression when her eyes locked on the rich, so well-known boy's: bitterness. Lelouch suppressed the urge to gulp.

She apparently lost the ability to speak, so did the other teen.

He just wanted to scare her a bit, to teach her a lesson, but the her creepy manager had gone too far….

A/N: I've gotten this idea when I saw a lot of commercials of Pizza Hut on TV recently and it wouldn't leave me until i wrote it down, so here you go! Hope you liked it! There would be approximately 5-6 chapters, it's a short story afterall, and I'll try my best to upload the next one ASAP.