Tell Me By Your Dry Eyes
He did.
They can't believe it. Lelouch did pop up one day confiding he hid a dead body.
"Lulu, please tell me it was Suzaku's body. Or a student's body. Or a professor's body. Or your secret girlfriend's body."
"No," the Vice President had the gall to look at them as if they were stupid. "I wouldn't kill any of them."
Milly eyeballed him. The rest of the Student Council clearly agreed with her with the way they send him suspicious looks.
"For no reason that is not understandable," Lelouch added.
Lelouch was very loyal and extremely smart and an efficient organizer/secretary/manager/slave and their gorgeously handsome and wise Lulu. They try their best to not mind that their friend is apparently a murderer.
"Did you murder them? And who are they?"
"Him." Lelouch corrected. "He's a chinese terrorist. And no."
Ah. An accessory of murder. Not much better, but, well, it was better.
"And you trusted us with this task!" Milly beamed. "I knew we have a special spot inside your black heart!"
"Um," he eyed them uncertainly. "I would have just told Suzaku and leave you in the dark. But he'll be absent for three days, so."
Meanie!
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Author's Note:
Shirking on responsibilities! I should be finishing up on my scholarship essay buuuuuuuut ^ ^ *singing: waka waka eh eh*