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C.C. smirks as Lelouch downs the bottle of coughing syrup. At first, he just estimated, by literally taking a swig of the bitter medicine. And another. By now, he's muttering incoherent words under his breath, and unable to walk in a straight line. Okay, maybe it would've been smarter of her to make sure that he took an appropriate amount, but this is much too amusing for C.C. to just stop her source of entertainment. Honestly, she thought Lelouch would've been smarter, would've at least known to not drain a whole bottle of the disgusting, lilac colored syrup. But apparently not, because he did.
Of course, this is around the third day he's been hacking out his lungs, often sneezing and found collapsing against the wall for support.
Of course, maybe it's the pain that caused him to. After all, he wouldn't stop coughing, and ended up retching bile that thunks against the bottom of his metal wastebin. "Ah..." Lelouch collapses onto his bed, and C.C. automatically leaps out of the way to avoid his body. She lands on the end of the bed. Then, to both her amusement and irritation, he curls into a fetal position, cuddling Cheese-kun in his arms. How adorable. However, C.C. cannot forgive this.
"That's mine." C.C. exclaims in her monotone voice, ripping her orange blob out of his grasp, before whacking it across his face. He doesn't verbally react, but rather, draws his knees up to his chest, before hugging his knees. C.C. sighs. "You know that you cannot just stay here. It's just a common cold. Or you could stay here, your fellow classmates will be quite used to seeing you off. Of course, it'll be quite weird, as Rivalz would be still here, and they'll assume that you went gambling without him." C.C. recommends. Lelouch doesn't respond. He blearily sits upright, and C.C. stares back into his dilated red eye, his other purple eye narrowed into a glare. Now, the look of a madman. How interesting.
"Of course, school," Lelouch staggers onto his feet.
"Your Geass will be revealed if you go outside. You'll most likely have less control over your powers if you're in a weakened state." C.C. proposes her idea, crossing her legs on his bed, with her orange stuffed creature sitting within her lap. "I would stay." Lelouch laughs in his usual husky tone.
"Oh, I'll be fine," Lelouch reassures, his knees locking, and he collapses against his door. "It's just a common cold." He mutters, his voice muffled against the wooden door. "Bye!" Lelouch chirrups, swinging the door open. When was the last time he ever said goodbye in such a cheerful manner? C.C. inclines her head, her eyebrows scrunching together in confusion. Ah, well, if he ends up doing something humiliating, she's pretty sure she'll live.
"Lelouch?" Nunnally's scornful tone shakes him out of his gaze. He blearily looks over at his younger sister, who's delicately folding her paper cranes. "You're late, you know, you should wake up earlier." Nunnally chides, creasing a purple paper square. Actually, he did. It's just the throbbing in his head basically removed any desire of him to actually exit out from under his bed sheets. As Lelouch doesn't answer, Nunnally frowns, sliding an orchid paper crane to the side. "Lelouch?"
"Huh?" Lelouch croaks in a response. He's unable to focus upon his younger sister, as the dull pulses that pound against his head begins to increase its pain. Perhaps he should take more medicine? Lelouch's throat has yet to recover, the burning sensation still coating the back of his throat, causing tremendous pain to force out his words. His vision is starting to become inconsistent, as the colors bleed together as his whole image in front of his eyes swirl together if he stares.
"Are you paying attention?" Nunnally asks.
"Yeah," Then, suddenly, a churning feeling in his stomach causes Lelouch to sit up from the table, slamming the palms of his hands against the wooden table.
"Lelouch!"
However, this said person is unable to respond to the younger female, as he tries to reach the waste basket in time. He opens his mouth to reassure Nunnally, only, rather than the jumble of words that he wants to say, a lump that formed in his throat spews out of his mouth, the bile coating the mahogany floorboards. Lelouch's knees buckle, and he collapses onto his legs, upchucking his dinner from the previous night. His respires and inhales come out in wheezes and heavy pants, as his lungs painfully inflate and deflate repeatedly, trying to get enough air, only to give him a lightheaded sensation.
"Lelouch, what's going on?" The cries of alarm from his sister fade into the background, as his focus is now fully fixated onto the throbs that causes his heads to contract in pain. The back of his throat is inflamed from the vomit that brushed against the already sensitive throat, so he's unable to talk without causing pain for each word. Suddenly, a cold hand circles on his back. Lelouch quickly heaves himself onto his feet, whipping around and slapping the hand away, his back smacking against a wall, before he slides down the wall. Sayako's concern features enters his dimming vision. He clutches his lightheaded skull. His whole body is quivering as warning signals are deciphered in his brain, before it shuts down, darkness engulfing his vision.
"He probably went gambling off without me," Rivalz groans. He slams his forehead against the polished table the student council is seated around, his blue hair splaying out across his head like a fan. "He did say that he's going off gambling and I shouldn't come." Rivalz emits a sound between a groan and a wail, muffled by the rich oak wood table underneath him. Milly scoffs at Rivalz's complaints about his insignificant problems.
"Really, shut up," Milly snaps. Rivalz continues to moan aloud. "He probably went off gambling like you said, I just wish he'd commit more." Milly grumbles. "There has to be a way to teach him a lesson." He might be the thought to be dead prince of Britannia, but that doesn't mean he can do things without expecting consequences. A smile breaks across her face. "You know what?" Milly rushes over to the speaker located in the room.
"Attention students!" Milly taps her microphone, and to her pleasure, no feedback. She watches as hundreds of faces dotted across Ashford Academy's lawn turn up to the speakers located across the school. "So, you know our little delinquent, Lelouch Lamperouge, I think it's time to teach him a lesson of just leaving. Anyone who can find this boy will get a kiss from anyone on the student council!" Milly beams at the hundreds of cries and cheers, muted by the distance between her and the students.
"Oh, did you have to do that?" Shirley mutters.
"Aw? Are you jealous that they'll kiss your precious Lelouch? I mean, after all, he is quite the ladies' man." Milly smirks as Shirley's fair skin tone flushes into an adorable scarlet. Oh, how she loves to torment her friends.
"Wait? So that means we can join in too?" Rivalz automatically perks up, his head snapping up from the table. "So...we can earn a kiss from anyone, that's right?" Rivalz concludes. Milly nods, unsure of the idea planted in his head that can make him so eager about this. "Bye!" Rivalz rushes out of the room, knocking a stack of files off the table.
Milly's smirk widens at a thought. "You know," she rounds to Shirley, staring after Rivalz, the blush fading from her face. "I'm surprised you haven't joined. I mean, then you can get a kiss from your Dear Lulu." Milly chirps, and to her satisfaction, the crimson color reignites among her face. Shirley glowers at her, humiliation contorting her features, and yet, to Milly's amusement, she leaves the room, leaving just four other people in this room.
"You're not going to join?" Milly questions Suzaku. Of course Nina wouldn't, she'll just continue to work on her computer. He turns to her, slightly startled.
"Of course not. I mean, I know for a fact that if Lelouch chooses to hide, it'll take quite the mastermind to find one of his hiding places. Of course, he's not quite a runner so..." Suzaku's sinister grin matches Milly's.
"And Kallen? You have nothing for Lelouch?" Kallen turns her glimmering sapphire eyes to her.
"Oh, uh, no," Kallen mutters meekly.
Kallen has to resist laughing bitterly at Milly's question. As if she'd fancy searching for a Britannian. Of course, these people...they're not as bad, admittedly. Of course, she tries to detest them, yet, something about them literally draws a real laugh out from her parted lips. Okay. So perhaps they're not as bad as the rest of the Britannian vermin. Even Suzaku, that traitor, who claims himself as Japanese, is kind to her, but that might be because she's supposedly a Britannian.
"Where is Lelouch?" Milly murmurs. Oh, so now Milly actually considers the missing boy. Stupid Britannian. Kallen has to ignore the nagging temptation of rolling her eyes. She whips a small device out of her back skirt pocket, punching in digits. She then holds the cellphone up to her ear. "Lelouch?" Milly hisses. To Kallen's curiosity, Milly's devious expression transforms into horror. "Seriously? You were the reason why the ambulance came?" Milly gasps. Kallen's eyebrows raise at Milly's concern statement. She recalls a white van driving up to the school, sending out an alarm. However, about everyone was in class, and couldn't see whoever was helped out of the building and onto the stretcher. Was that Lelouch? "I'll be there right now!" Milly jams her device back into her pocket. Kallen and Suzaku's eyes clap with one another, before averting quickly.
"Wait, ambulance? Lelouch was sent on that?" Suzaku blurts out Kallen's theory.
"Is he okay?" Nina quietly mutters. Kallen stays silent, waiting for Milly to answer. Milly turns her ashen face to them.
"Yeah, he's fine. He's suffering from the lack of sleep apparently and pneumonia. He said he's fine, but honestly, I can't tell his lies from reality anymore." Milly grimaces. she slings her purse hand across her shoulder. "He also said that he overdosed on coughing medicine, but honestly, I don't think that Lelouch is that stupid."
"Where are you going?" Kallen says.
"The hospital," Milly proclaims.
"Wait, aren't you going to tell everyone that Lelouch is sick?" Suzaku stammers. Milly just smiles wolfishly.
"Why should I?"
Milly is unable to shake off the three people following her. Suzaku insisted, claiming that Lelouch is his best friend, and Milly guesses that's a valid reason. Besides, the more the merrier! Kallen also politely asked if she can trail along, and so did Nina, and Milly, planning to continue torment Kallen about her larger chest if she does come, allows both of them to follow along. "Hey, Prez?" Milly halts, her low heels sinking deep in the moist soil and grass. "Where are you guys going?" Shirley questions.
"To see Lelouch in the hospital," Milly answers quickly, as she continues to stomp across the lawn, leaving Shirley dumbfounded.
"Wait? What?" Shirley squawks, running to keep up with Milly. "What do you mean?" Milly inwardly snickers, as she refuses to answer any of Shirley's worried questions. After all, she can still continue to torture her fellow staff anyways. "Shouldn't we tell Nunnally?"
"I'm guessing Nunnally already knows, after all, she's Lelouch's brother." Suzaku muses. "And besides, none of us seen Nunnally, right?" All of them murmur in agreement with Suzaku's statement. "Wait." Suzaku blinks. "How are we going to get to the hospital?" Leaving all of them stopping. Ah, crap.
So yeah. New story. I hope I do not lose motivation in this.