REMINISCING
"Sometimes Love is rigid."
To everyone, the Second Prince of The Holy Brittannian Empire, Schneizel el Brittania, was a detached, if not downright uncaring, eccentrist, if not downright bastard. The idea of him caring for someone else was simply laughable. The idea of him loving someone was...well, lets just say hinting at such things would've gotten you prompts from the whole staff to get your head checked.
Captain Monette Rokoan, Prince Schneizel's newly appointed Chief Security, was among one of them, until...
It was a cold night, and Monette wished to get home. And Prince Schneizel was NOT helping, dammit! He went on doing whatever-it-is-that-a-Prince-does-which-can't-be-much-cos-thats-just-the-way-the-world-is in his Office while she was stuck outside. FUCK!
And it was damn freezing and she had left behind the stupid coat that was not compulsory all days to get her Rule-Screwing on tick, she had to get it today, huh?
And ultimately somehow her hand had found its way to the door, pushing it open a little. It was then that she saw him. The door was, not surprisingly, open.
Prince Schneizel's head was lolling on the table, he was so obviously asleep. He would be, of course, he works his ass off. Monette felt her chest tighten as she stared at him. He was so childish, with his blond hair obscuring his face and the pale silver monnlight softening down the accents of a face already softened with sleep.
Monette knew this was sin. If someone found her, she was soo dead. But she couldn't help it. She tip-toed in. A Picture was on the desk. Obviously it wasn't there naturally. She had been here before. That Picture wasn't there. EVER. It was kept hidden and taken out for his own inspection at times, then.
Was it some Aristocratic Airhead who had caught his fancy? Or maybe just some commoner, which was why it had to be this big secret?
Monette shifted the picture to get a better look at it.
And felt her throat tighten.
It was a picture framed with suns and happy, smiling faces. She knew only two person framed in that picture – Suzaku Kururugi and Lelouch vi Brittannia.
Ah..and another one. Milly Ashford. She knew her because she'd seen her around a couple of times.
There was a tangerine haired, athletic looking cute girl, beaming at them, an ash-haired, goofy boy staring at Milly, who didn't seem to notice, a brown-haired effeminate boy satring at Lelouch, who also didn't notice, and a flustered Suzaku with a cat biting his fingers.
The silvery moonlight made the tear streaks upon the Prince's cheek sparkle like tiny diamond streams.
As Monette leaned on the wall in the passageway outside, she suddenly knew that the manipulative bastard had cared.