Spider-chan: Here we go with Chpater 2! There are two reasons I have found the time to complete this: 1. I am madly in love with this pairing right now, and therefore, have lots of inspiration to write 2. I have absolutely NO LIFE! :D This excites me, seeing as I usually only so the short one-shot deal. I have an actual story…with plot! :O lol, anywho, let's resume ^-^ thank you for the reviews and feedback, you people are the best ever!

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C.C POV

I sat, unmoving in my seat, waiting for my sessions in mathematics to come to an end. As the teacher droned on about numbers, and equations, and solving in terms of x, I stared blankly at the problems in my book, my mind thousands of miles away. The days until my marriage were winding down all faster and faster, and it seemed like my world was turning more gray and dark as each moment I had as an unmarried woman were coming to an end.

Normally, this wouldn't be anything big for me. Do something that I knew would make me miserable, but would please everyone else? Not a problem. However, I've made things much more complicated than that. And it is all my fault for agreeing with it. They had told me that my teacher was a young one, my age even, but I had never pictured him being quite so…different than I expected.

He was beautiful, for a boy. With his short, raven-black hair and gorgeous and kind violet eyes. He wasn't quite like anyone I'd ever seen, and though I'd never felt what a "crush" felt like, my cheeks turned an unhealthy red when I saw him and his class soon became my favorite of the day. One day, when I had least expected it, he had confessed to me that he had "feelings" for me. I was taken by shock. No one, other than my duranged finacee had ever told me that they felt strongly towards me. It made me…happy.

I did something selfish, something unlike myself; I went for him, and thus far, I'd never looked back. All the while, I knew it was wrong. I knew that in his own way, Mao did love me uncontrollably. In Mao's eyes, I was his whole life. That was why, no matter how selfish I was, I knew I could never even try to leave or refuse my marriage to him. I knew quite well that I didn't love him, and that was how I comforted Lelouch, but I knew that I was already forever bound to him.

I'm so selfish, Lelouch. I'm sorry for all the pain that I cause the two of us. So selfish…..

Reality hit me hard as the hand of my teacher rapidly shook my body. I snapped back into it.

"Miss, class is over." He said to me gently, smiling.

I nodded and stood out of my seat, carrying my book and other supplies with me as I left the room.

I walked down the long, outstretched hallway where the marble was so grand, you could hear my footsteps from ages away. After awhile, I stopped trying to count all of the windows I passed by as well. I let myself wander about mentally, just letting my feet do the work from now on.

I sighed audibly, thoughts of my own selfishness still plaguing my mind. Worst of all, I could never tell Lelouch how I felt. Although he understood me better than any other living creature, it was better for me to express my feelings of love with him better than my feelings of regret. I was good at hiding things. This was just another task.

Lost once again in the depths of my thoughts, I hardly noticed when I had bumped right into my fiancee, the man with the short white hair, childish demeanor, pale skin like mine, and harsh eyes the tint of red wine.

I grunted as my body made an impact with his and looked up into those cold eyes.

As usual, the second his saw me, his face lit up with enthusiasm. "C.C!! How are you today, my love?!" He shouted giddily, a wide grin set upon his features.

I smiled a half-fake smile at him. "Good morning, Mao. I'm doing quite fine, thank you." I responded in the politest tone I could muster.

Mao frowned a pouty frown like a child whose candy got taken. "You really should learn to call me names like "honey" or "sweetheart" or "dear." I am going to be your husband." He contradicted.

I nodded, still maintaining that fake smile. "I'll have to work on that." I agreed.

He was beaming again. "I simply can't wait, you know. For the day I can officially make you mine. We'll have the nicest time together, I promise! I'll love you and take care of you, and we'll be so happy, you'll see!"

His declaration made the fake, outer shell of me appear happy, and the inside of me feel weighed down like nothing I'd ever felt.

"Your parents were right in entrusting you to me, they simply knew I would care for you! Imagine, just imagine if they had promised you to someone else! I can't even imagine how miserable you would be!" He continued on.

He was so sure of himself, so blinded by his own affection, he was as oblivious as a child.

"You wouldn't do that, though, would you? You would never hand your child off to be married to the wrong person! Someone they didn't love and who would mistreat them, you would make a great mother, wouldn't you? I know you would! I can't wait for our children someday! -sigh- I suppose its all a matter of waiting."

Those words rang inside my ears until I felt my pulse quicken. Me? With Mao's children? Oh God, I couldn't even imagine that!

"Y-yes…it should b-be wonderful…" I stuttered, at a huge loss of words and still overcome by the shock of hearing his speech about our life together.

Before he could say another word, I finished my sentence. "But I have to get to my next session before I'm late. I'll see you later…dear." The last word I could barely choke out.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me against him in one swift motion, capturing me in his grip. Then, gently, he kissed my cheek softly.

After he released me, my head was officially spiraling.

Fortunately, my next session was with Lelouch and Mao had caught me no more than a few feet away from Lelouch's session room.

I felt unsteady in my movement, my legs knocking together as I walked those few feet to his room. After all that, I couldn't even describe how I would feel being around Lelouch.

I reached the door and gripped the handle, trying to compose my stamina along with my clouded mind. I turned the handle slowly and walked in, awaiting to see my lover standing there, expecting me to be completely fine and to fit in his arms perfectly. And that's what I wanted, that's who I was going to be for now, because it was easier to pretend it all never happened.

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Lelouch POV

I stood in my room, gazing around every so often, awaiting her arrival. I knew that her last session had just ended and she had to be on her way to me, so it was all a matter of time.

But, outside my door, I heard a voice. A loud, annoying tone that angered me to no end to hear it. Count Mao.

"C.C!! How are you today, my love?!"

So he had managed to stop her right before she came to see me, no irony in that situation. I heard C.C's gentle voice answer him.

"Good morning, Mao. I'm doing quite fine, thank you."

Things went quiet for a few minutes, I couldn't make out the words being said. Normally, it wasn't like me to eavesdrop, but my curiosity got the better of me. I stood straight up against the far wall of my room, the one directly adjacent to the door and listened as best I could.

" I simply can't wait, you know. For the day I can officially make you mine. We'll have the nicest time together, I promise! I'll love you and take care of you, and we'll be so happy, you'll see!"

His words made my blood boil. A growl resonated in the back of my throat, but I refused to release it. He just made me so angry, I couldn't describe it. I could say that he didn't deserve her, but he did. He absolutely did. And maybe that's another thing that made me so irate about him, I knew that he loved and and would take excellent care of her, that she only belonged to me because I marked her body as mine, she rightfully belonged to him.

But it wasn't fair!! I loved her too, she was mine too! She should marry me, she truly loved me! But because I didn't have as much money as the Count, or as much fame or glory, I wasn't even close to being a factor in this. No, I had made myself a factor by being her secret lover, but how long could that truly go on? Every single day she getting closer to marrying him, and every day I felt her slipping further away from me. And if I didn't have her, I truly didn't know what I had. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think without her.

1,001 different emotions and thougths ran through me so fast, I started to shake violently. My breaths became short and erratic, I had to get a hold on myself. I'd lost control of what was happening to me, and I'd also lost my place in their conversation. All I could think about was him marrying the woman of my dreams and stealing her from me, just as I had secretly stolen her from him. And the very contemplation of her being married to someone else stabbed at me mercilessly. Worst of all, it was inevitable. They were to be married no matter how sick it made me inside.

I listened up again, waiting for one of them to talk. Naturally, it was the Count. But I was nowhere near prepared for what he said next.

"You wouldn't do that, though, would you? You would never hand your child off to be married to the wrong person! Someone they didn't love and who would mistreat them, you would make a great mother, wouldn't you?! I know you would! I can't wait for our children someday! -sigh- I suppose its all a matter of waiting."

Children?! He wanted C.C to carry his child?! That was something I'd never even fathomed, not for one second. It made me so sick to my stomach, I couldn't see straight for a moment. I couldn't picture my C.C going through all the pain of giving him a child, and the way that he would have to impregnate her in the first place, I didn't want to think about. The way he would have to be inside her, explore her body the way I first had, melt and release with her sweetly. It couldn't be! I couldn't have that! I'd rather die than have him take her body in such a way, in the way I did. Because I knew too well, the minute he would, all the ties she had to me would be broken. Making her body mine was the only way I could ever have her, and I never wanted him to take that, ever. That was the only way C.C still belonged to me…

She sounded nervous, and I couldn't make out her frightened murmurs, but I could tell from her tone that it scared her as much as it did me. I don't think either of us were ready for that just yet.

I took my back off the wall and tried to regain composure, she would be entering any minute and I couldn't let her see me so broken up, so torn.

But I couldn't help it. It all made me so nauseous.

I took in two deep, calming breaths and stood there patiently, waiting for her to come in and see me. I didn't know what to expect from her. Was she going to look taken back, or was she going to take on one of her facades and pretend she was alright?

That much I wasn't sure. And I couldn't help but wonder, as the door swung open to reveal her seemingly calm face, did she notice that I happened to break out in a cold perspiration? Or that my fists were now clenched so tight, my nails dug and dented the skin of my palm?

She and I weren't ready for her future, not at all. And I had no clue how to fix this.

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Spider-chan: End of chapter 2!! –victory screech- Thankfully, I was also able to complete this due to a snow day :] Things are starting to get more tense now, I can't wait to start writing more! Pwease review? I'm off to go write more and obssess over this pairing! –skips off-