Note: This story takes place after everything, when C.C. was going somewhere on that cart of hay. Basically, I wrote this story because I could not accept that Lelouch died, leaving C.C. alone forever.
"The power of the kings, Geass, brings one solitude." C.C. wondered, the chuckled softly. "Not quite accurate, is it? Right, Lelouch?"
As the cart of hay clattered on, the man behind the horse shrugged, pulling his straw hat off. "Not quite. But close. Don't make yourself sound like you can keep solitude away, witch."
"Witch? Me? You are the idiot with the curse and couldn't die, wizard. To suffer the despair of your loved ones leaving you one after another." C.C. retorted.
The man sighed, pulling his blue overcoat off. "Can you not shout my name like that, by the way? I am a fugitive."
"Fine. Can I at least call you Lulu? Why even bother, since everyone thought Lelouch was dead." C.C. answered in a matter-in-fact tone.
Lelouch sighed, removing a pair of glasses, the last of his disguise as a farmer. He then examine the red bird symbol on his wrist. "Shouldn't you be dead, after giving me the Code?" he exclaimed, thrusting his wrist up so that C.C. could see the symbol.
Days before the attack he planned with Suzaku, Lelouch made a contract with C.C. To give the Code, and thus the curse of immortality to Lelouch, so that he could survive the assassination, yet bleed enough to make it seem real enough. C.C. was unwilling to, knowing how it hurts to lost love ones to time and death, while one persist on, even after learning about the plan. One could not help but suspect that it was because of similar reasons as that of not giving it to Mao.
Oh the day, as planned, Suzaku, under the guise of Zero appeared, driving the blade into Lelouch. Lelouch fell, and ended up having to remain "dead" for a period of time, until no one bothered about his body and C.C. had claimed it under the guise of wanting to keep Lelouch close to her.
"No way will I die yet. Remember our contract? I wouldn't chase death until you fulfil them." C.C. answered, grabbing the hand before it shoots down again.
"Isn't it a demand to die?" Lelouch whispered.
"Part or parts of the contracts are subjected to changes without prior notice." C.C. answered as she held Lelouch's hand against her cheek.
"How unfair. You didn't say there was a fine print." Lelouch complained.
"Caveat subscriptor. Let the signer beware." C.C. answered, and then giggled softly as she manoeuvred Lelouch's hand over to tickle her neck.
Lelouch sighed, pulling his hand down again. C.C. refused to let go, instead having her hand to move down with his hand as well. "So, what is the new contract?" Lelouch asked tentatively.
C.C. considered for a moment, resting her hand on Lelouch's hair, effectively stopping him from rearranging his messy head. "Very simple. I want you to lead a simple and normal lifestyle, which I shall dictate, with me." C.C. answered, looking down at Lelouch.
Lelouch look up with a horrified expression as the horse canter along. C.C. smiled, touching Lelouch's lips. "Isn't that the same as making me your slave?" Lelouch whispered.
"Revenge for the slaves you commanded with you Geass. As of now, I will dictate our life. We shall live as farmers!" C.C. commanded, pointing to a dilapidated and vacant farm in the distance, probably because it was there and she happened to see it. It was probably vacated during the war.
"Our? We? Since when were we this close..." Lelouch complained, despite realizing he did not feel the urge to refuse C.C.'s crazy demands. In fact, he was looking forward to a peaceful life as well.