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He made me dance to his tune....
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"Damn it!" CC growled to no one particular, "Why do I have to do all these things?" CC waved the feather duster in the air. "I thought the sewing room was supposed to be kept lint and dust free!" CC watched as a mountain of dust rain down. Why did you put so much stuff on that shelf?"
"Your eyes remind me of the meadows near where I used to live," crooned Lelouch poetically from a nearby room.
CC grimaced. She had stopped counting how many times someone's eyes reminded Lelouch of something. But maybe it was the fourteenth time. And it was only 11 in the morning. God this was going to be a long day.
The female giggled. "Your eyes remind me of the eggplants from the supermarket." CC quaked and let off a loud snort, unable to contain herself. The door opened and the model stepped into Lelouch's sewing room.
"Not there, dearie. I don't let girls into my sewing room. It's dangerous."
"Then what is she!" the model said accusingly. A model jabbed a razor like fingernail into CC's throat. CC swore she saw blood. Oh no, wait. That was red nail polish.
"Who's she?" the model repeated with a trace of venom.
Lelouch calmly leaned against the door smirking at CC.
"You really do have a way of cleaning don't you? Though you're a bit nutty and mutter things to yourself all the time, it was the first time I could see my reflection in the toilet seat!"
"This place is so messy! You said to keep the room dust and lint free! Doesn't that imply it was already clean?"
Lelouch put his hand on his head. The universal signal for distress, "I haven't had much time to clean it you know, I spent the whole of last season working on this splendid couture frock." he wept dramatically, "but someone ruined it. Threw pizza at it."
Said pizza thrower looked away slightly guilty.
The model gasped in astonishment. "Oh poor baby," she cried before rushing into Lelouch arms, squealing like a piglet.
Lelouch greeted the embrace and bells jiggled. Yes bells. Lelouch was wearing a ridiculous cowboy outfit (obviously designed and tailored by himself) complete with a cowboy hat. The hat was horrifying. Every time Lelouch moved, the bells jiggled.
CC made a note to burn the hat when Lelouch wasn't looking.
"The workroom is messy because I spent a lot of time in it." explained Lelouch a tad bit more seriously. "This is why you lack success. To become successful in something you must immerse yourself into it. Breath the same air as it," Lelouch waved his hands philosophically.
"But do you really need this?" CC held up a pair of shiny but blunt scissors.
"It's treasure," Lelouch breathed, "it was used Charles Frederick Worth himself. I also used it for my first couture design."
CC looked down at the pair of scissors. "T-this thing?" she said unbelievably.
"Yes," Lelouch said, unwrapping himself from the model's embrace walking closer to CC.
"Too bad it's only a fake model."
CC decided to throw the fake model at him.
Lelouch caught the scissors with ease and looked cheerfully at her. "When you open and shut them, they light up and make snipping sounds."
Lelouch circumnavigated the room running his finger along the table to check for dust. "The real pair has been stolen by an evil guy. And that evil guy was coincidentally relatives with a handsome, charming young man."
CC rolled her eyes, "You were related to this guy?"
Lelouch smiled and shook his head, "No, why would you think that?" he inspected the room. "Though handsome and charming are words to describe me..."
When Lelouch finished inspecting the room, he wrapped his arms around the model's waist, "We're going to have a fashion shoot at noon! But before we leave, remember to wash up the champagne glasses from last night." Lelouch led the model out of the room, "Oh and if any models are still in my house by noon, be an angel and chase them out? We can't have free-loaders living here."
CC clicked her tongue in annoyance.
Outside the room CC heard Lelouch scolding the model playfully. "You must go back home now, what ever would your parents think if they found out you've snuck out?"
CC rolled her eyes. This was going to be a long long day.
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"Lelouch-sama! I can't fit the piece!" A particularly slim red head screamed. CC looked with obvious interest. This ought to be interesting.
Lelouch looked up from his sowing, a needle in his mouth. "What do you mean?" he said in an almost menacing tone.
"I gained- uh, the steamer shrunk the fabric!" the model whined. Lelouch eyes raced around the room until it pierced the one holding the steamer.
CC looked around guiltily. Was it just her, or was someone watching her? She switched off the steamer just as Lelouch walked towards her.
"You want to ruin my fashion spread too?" Lelouch asked. CC shook her head, unsure. Lelouch faced her head on, he held her gaze for a while before sighing and dropping it.
"I guess me expecting a pizza girl steam my clothes was a mistake. My poor babies." he mourned, a fist clenched over his chest melodramatically.
All the employees in the room turned their heads when Lelouch uttered the word 'pizza'. Their eyes glinted maliciously.
One of the models (5'9) walked over and snarled at CC. "You, fully knowing the dangers of pizza, serve it and distribute it?!" her voice glinted with hysteria. "Do you know how many calories there are in one bite of that THING?"
CC shook her head and backed into another model (5'11) who was wearing one of the pieces in Lelouch's spring couture collection. It was a wine coloured dress that twisted into itself not unlike how a rose would. The fabric was soft and velvety, CC had to stop herself from rubbing her face against it. Her eyes were lined with a lime green that complimented her ice blue painted lips. Though the colors put together were strange, with Lelouch's influence and guidance it looked almost... Fantastic. Though CC hated to admit it, Lelouch was good at what he was doing. That was probably why his attitude was so shoddy!
"Do you mind?" the 5'11 model asked, with a hint of annoyance.
"Yes I do mind!" the 5'9 model yelled, "This girl serves PIZZA!"
5'11 gasped. "Not pizza! How could you?" she slapped CC on the face, "it ruined my perfect 24 inch waist! After I ate it, my waistline was 24-1/2 inches! Dieee!"
Hence, CC was battered around by the two models. She looked over to Lelouch who was smiling smugly as if he had just executed the perfect plan. He was doing that evil genius pose too. You know the one where you rest the side of your face into the nook of your fingers while smiling evilly? Yes it was that pose.
Lelouch probably knew that models were like Francium and pizzas were like Astatine. When put together both react violently and in the end it was going to end up in flames. They were a deadly combination but it was fun fun fun to watch!
Ah our purple-eyed evil genius was a budding chemist.
Lelouch walked to the front door, "I'm going out to buy my special deluxe limited edition flower lunchbox." before he turned away he gestured to CC, "Be a pumpkin and serve the models lunch for me? Half of them don't eat anyway, so you won't need to give out much."
Lelouch waved his fingers and exited the house, as soon as he saw that no one was looking, he started sprinting across the street.
Never let it be said that Lelouch was a fit man. Though he stopped only a couple of blocks away, by the time he got there, his breath was in rags and he was on the verge of collapsing.
"When, if I ever get back, I'll buy myself one of those ridiculous home gymnasiums advertised on shopping channels." Lelouch vowed to the sky.
Ah, the lengths people would go to for food.
Lelouch counted the number of people before him in the line.
There were 6. Lelouch let out a sigh of relief until he heard what the first person wanted.
"Three special deluxe limited edition flower lunchboxes please."
He gasped in horror, he had forgot the double orders! Lelouch crossed his fingers and hoped that there would be one left for him.
"One special deluxe limited edition flower lunchbox please."
"A teriyaki chicken please."
"Two special deluxe limited edition flower lunchboxes."
"A special deluxe limited edition flower lunchbox."
"A special deluxe limited edition flower lunchbox."
Lelouch sighed in relief. "One speci-"
A male rudely banged into him and grabbed his precious special deluxe limited edition flower lunchbox. "Thanks," he said before dropping his money on the counter.
Lelouch filled with rage caught up with the man. "Hey, you pushed in!" Lelouch yelled.
The man looked at him, he was roughly the same age as him and had the most terrific green eyes. "First in first serve." he said before pushing past Lelouch and into the busy streets.
Jerk. Lelouch walked up to the nearest pay phone and quickly dialed the emergency numbers. "I would like to report an attempted rape?" Lelouch used his high pitched girlish voice as he spoke, "Yes, he's around 6ft 1, brown hair with green eyes? I'm in the Peach Garden Square, yes, he was there just a few minutes ago. No, I'm fine. I ran away before he could do anything… Yes, thank you for your concern. My name is the beautiful sylph, CC" he hung up with an air of satisfaction. Now back to work. There were many more wonderful things to do.
There was a lesson to be learnt today. Never ever get in Lelouch Lamperouge's bad side.
"Lelouch-sama, there's a big problem," a technician cried. "The water fountain for our shoot has broken down!"
Lelouch looked at the models still playing football kicking the once pizza serving ball. He then proceeded to smirked evilly. Yes, there was going to be more fun today.
"Be a jewel and pass me your cell phone please?" Lelouch said with an extra 3 tablespoons of sugar mixed into his voice.
"Hello," Lelouch said in the most feminine voice he could muster, "I need the fire brigade? There's been a huge emergency at the Lamperouge couture house! Yes, oh my name? My name is the lamenting wonder, CC."
Lelouch hung up and winked at the technician, "We'll have water in no time."
Almost an instant later, a big red fire truck pulled up beside the couture house.
"Where's the fire?!" a particular eager fireman shouted.
"Fire?" Lelouch said innocently, "there isn't fire here, though we don't have enough water." he looked over to CC evilly. "CC did you call them? I thought you might have heard about our water shortage problem but I didn't mean for you to do this!"
"Ah yes, CC was the one who called." the chief officer complied.
Everyone looked at the dazed pizza server. "What?" she asked dreamily.
"My gravest apologies," Lelouch said convincingly. "But there is a favour that I dare not ask." he paused dramatically. He lowered his head and covered his mouth. Three seconds should do…
"And what is that?" the chief asked.
"Well you see, our water fountain broke. It's the central piece for our photo shoot but now…" Lelouch trailed off.
"Would you like us to fill it up for you?"
Lelouch gasped as if they were the ones to come up with the idea, "Really? You would do that for us? How wonderful of you."
The fire chief grinned, "I'm sure our boys won't mind eh?" The male fire-fighters were already waving and wiggling their eyebrows at the models who giggled in response.
"But before that," the chief said, his face suddenly stern. Lelouch gnashed his teeth together, a hitch in his plans? "I would like to speak to CC, it's a crime to call 911 for a false emergency."
Lelouch smiled, no, not a hitch in his plans, it was more like a hidden cherry in the mountain of ice-cream.
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"Ah, though you only serve and deliver pizzas, you're very good at making tea." Lelouch sipped his Earl Grey delicately and bit into a scone. "The flavor is not too strong, and the temperature is just right."
CC couldn't help but feel flattered. "Flattery won't work on me." she replied.
Lelouch smirked evilly. "I know, but it puts people in a great mood. Help me trim those bushes? They really need pruning."
CC sniffed disdainfully, "so that was your interior motive."
"Well found Sherlock. Now run along, the bushes aren't going to turn back into spheres by themselves."
Lelouch grabbed a pair of shears from nowhere and snipped the space between CC's next and throat.
"Here you go darling."
CC snipped a stray branch from the otherwise circular shrub. Though cutting trees weren't at the top of CC's To Do list at the heat of the day, they obviously weren't at the bottom. (Letting Lelouch use her lap as a pillow was the lowest point of her life). She wiped the moisture from her forehead and was astonished to find more. What was happening? It obviously wasn't raining... A shudder ran through CC's spine.
In a few seconds something extremely unpleasant will contact her.
3...
2...
1...
"I forgot to warn you, my sprinklers go off every so often." a male voice said from a balcony.
CC looked up. Sure enough it was her 'master'. She ignored him and continued trimming the branches. She was soaked now.
"Uh, CC maybe you should stop? You'll catch a cold."
CC suddenly found that the most important mission in her life was to cut shrubs into perfect geometrical spheres.
Maybe she should try getting a job in the gardening industry and pay off her debt that way.
"Your shirt is going see-through.... I can see your bra!" Lelouch said sing-song voice. "It's blue!"
CC made a rude gesture at the direction of Lelouch that involved waving her middle finger at him.
There was a long silence, so long in fact, CC thought Lelouch had finally stopped bothering her and went off to annoy the duck out of someone else.
It was then Lelouch appeared in front of her. So close she could see the little sparkles in his iridescent purple eyes.
"You're really troublesome you know," he said, his own hair dripping wet. He threw her a towel over her head and took his cowboy jacket off and wrapped it around CC. As he led CC away by the hand, Lelouch couldn't help but how good blue, green went together. Especially when the fabrics were wet…
Coincidentally, wet, blue and green fabrics was the focus of his next collection. Who knew where he got that idea from?
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And played me like a grand piano...
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Haha so the second chapter has ended... Hope you enjoyed it!
I apologize for making CC so OOC, but I promise you by the end of this series CC will be back to the CC we know and love. (Lelouch will set her right again.)
Just a few notes...
Charles Frederick Worth is called the father of haute couture. For more information wiki him :)
For the OOCness... It's no excuse, but I'm rather inexperienced with CG. But I'll get better at it. I'm not going to do the whole "if she was under this this this situation she would become like this" carp. But her personality won't be like this for long... For now I'll make it up with (not so funny) comedy relief.
The theme of my next chapter (that is, if I don't change my mind) is serving! (I'll use your ideas Wynster McG!)
Useless bits of trivia... Write down your height!