Love is man-kinds most secret mystery. It can happen anytime, without any warning. Some consider it as a blessing, and some as a curse. Whatever one decides to feel about it; Whether it be hate or joy, it's always there. Like a snake, it constricts your heart. Wrapping it with warmth and desire and pain. Centuries of being surrounded by it, people came down to a question: Is it better to risk everything for a moment it love? Or stay at peace for an eternity.

Of course, it doesn't matter what choices you are given because in the end, whether you have it or not, it kills you.

~Suzaku's POV~

Downtown is a fascinating place. At daytime, the high buildings reveals young worker with great bodies in full designer clothing. Confident and reflecting out success. The streets are filled with new faces, each hurrying to get to their destination. At first glance. Everything is perfect.

Then, as the sun falls and the closing of stores are heard. The joyfulness dissolves into ugliness. Beggars and the homeless come out to try to plead for some money, smokers and drug addicts wander the streets, and sluts and prostitutes fill the night with moans and grunts. Our main character is found here. Suzaku Kururugi. Recently heart broken from a break up. Broke.

It wasn't until the brunette had received a text from his lover that his world came crashing down

Hey Suzu,

I just don't think this can work out between us. I'm sorry. I found someone else. I don't deserve you. Please, just forget about me.

Broken beer bottles and chipped glasses covered the floor that night. Suzaku looked out the window of his apartment with eyes glazed over; Skimming over the sight of police sirens, gun shots and screams that lulled him to sleep. For the first time in his life he felt he lost everything. An eerie laugh bubbled up in the room as Suzaku wondering with a drunken state why did he ever trust love.

"Ah, the adrenaline..." He finally whispered as he fell asleep, a sleep so deep that he wondered if he would even know who he was when he awoke.

Day 1- 9:45 pm

"Suzaku, come on, just give it a try. It's time's like these that you really need to let loose." The club-owner's voice still rang inside Suzaku's head as he tries to relax to the hypnotizing rock back-and-forth the subway creates. It's been four months since that message. The green-eyed man closed his eyes and tried to stop the flashbacks from happening again. The vehicle came to a gentle stop and the announcer was heard.

"Arriving at silver light, silver light station."

Suzaku looked at the card. There was a few more stops to go. The door to the subway opened, and a figure stepped it.

Suzaku starred at the person. It was a man, but the slenderness of his silhouette could easily be mistaken as a body of a women's. The man's hair was onyx black, and even looked soft. Suzaku found himself with a desire to run his hands through the silky locks.

His lips seemed like it was kissed by a pale pink rose petal. The end slightly frowning. Although the man's completion was nearly perfect, the most striking feature was his eyes. Two iris that looked like glowing orbs of deep amethyst. It was a seducing contrast to the raven black hair. They say that eyes are the window to the soul, and although his eyes were very attractive, the expression overflowed with tiredness, stress, and it seemed like there was nothing in there at all. Just like my very own life.

Still, the brunette was very curious as to why this man, despite his drop-dead body and his completion that seemed to shine with a nobleness, was on an old subway near mid-night. Having lost everything he ever cared about already, Suzaku thought there was nothing left to lose, so he boldly started a conversation.

"Hey, I'm Suzaku Kururugi. Where are you from?"

The other man in the subway glared at the brunette. The intensity both in the silky sexiness of the voice, and the hardness of it made Suzaku jump a little. Shit, voices weren't suppose to sound that good.

"Huh. I can tell that you maybe didn't get the chance to pick up a lot sluts in your...years." the sharpness in his voice irritated Suzaku, but he continued the conversation as if the noirette didn't speak.

"I'm going to the pleasure and pain night club. Could you give me some directions? It's my first time going there."

"Oh, excuse me. It seems as though I made a mistake. It looks like you didn't get the chance to pick up a lot of gay sluts in your years." was the reply to the question.

"What?" Suzaku nearly slid off the seat as the subway came to another people-less stop, "It's a gay night club?"

The noirette rolled his eyes. "The name of it is pleasure and pain. What did you think it was? Some kind of safe and secure legal drinking hang out where sad and single people who recently had their sensitive little heart ripped out by reality go? Not thinking well enough with our heads now are we?"

The green eyed man twitched. Fucking smart ass.

"Well, thank you for telling me that. I absolutely must know the reason someone with so much cocky attitude knows this. I'm surprised that you have time, you know, when all the ladies are not just begging you to go to bed with them"

The subway came to a screeching stop. Reminding everyone that it needed oiling.

Strutting out with a sexy cat walk, the noirette turned and faced Suzaku. Both of them breathing out mist from the cold winter temperature.

"Make a left when you see the second crossing light, and it's the third place on your right. Oh, and by the way, you might want to bring ear plugs. Judging by our chat, your sensitive little ears might bleed."

"Sounds like you know the place well, don't tell me your gay and trying to come on to me." Suzaku smirked, but the shakiness in his voice gave away that he was actually desperate to make a cutting edge rebuff.

Already half way down the street, the man waved a turned hand.

"Nice tone. Sounds so bad ass, and frankly yes, I know the place. The name's Lelouch."

" I didn't ask for your name." Suzaku had to shout now.

" Looks like there's something in that skull after all. I am hired at the nightclub to work."

"What are you, the person hired to deal with people who want refunds?"

"No. I work there as a stripper."

Well then, that was... interesting? This is the first CG fic that I started, and I'm interested to see how long it will go on until I end it off since I tend to just make one-shots. Unlike my other fanfictions, this one will mostly be plot-crammed -.-.

Talking back to the plot, requests for it is always welcome ^^. I'm always a good 2-3 chapters stored in my Dox, so it would take some time before the idea is introduced, but I'm always willing to hear what it is.

Stay cute, stay happy and stay tuned! (-.- that is a lame catch phrase... came up with it mahself!)