Hey! Nayunari 'Ayu' Tsuki (you may have noticed I've changed my name since last update) here! Anyway, I've brought more characters into the story. You'll see who by reading. But don't hate me for updating! I finished my TWEWY story so I had more time to update this one…wait, that's not phrased right. But you get the idea!
Anyway, you know the disclaimer drill. I don't own it. I just own the plot of the story. Enjoy!
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Suzaku, sometimes labeled 'Mr. Perfect', was not so perfect for school. His flaw was one most had, and he wasn't afraid to admit it.
He most certainly was NOT a morning person. In fact, he hated morning, and morning usually seemed to hate him. He also usually hated what greeted him in the morning.
Or, in some awkward cases, who. The Sun was what, and truthfully, he begged to have thick dark curtains, but that was not what he got. He had gotten thin, white curtains that let the Sun fry his face in all its horrendously bright glory.
The who, of course, was one Milly Ashford. He didn't hate her, he just hated the kind of stuff he woke up to her doing. Like one day, he woke to Kallen raiding his closet (being relatives, they have a right to live together, don't they?) looking to wear his uniform since she was out of the regular.
Most other times, he would wake to Milly, either raiding his closet, wearing his clothes, trying to wear his clothes, or laying in his bed doing only the Lord knows what to get there. So, truth be told, most of his morning incidents were to do with Milly.
He didn't want to know, but he had to see what awaited him today. Creeping his eyes open drearily, he woke to…
A room of black.
Well, not necessarily, but his vision was limited to black. Soft black. So that could mean a few things.
One, and most probable, someone had laid his clothes on his face again. Two, and almost as probable as the first, Milly was laying some article of clothing on him that she was currently wearing. Third, and least probable, he was under the cover of his bed. It's not that he doesn't want his head under the comfy material, he just wants to be a bit toasty (which is really sugarcoating it) when he wakes up.
Turns out when the material was removed from his face, he was mostly wrong. But the thing he was right about was that Milly's name was written all over it. And, from his view, most of the rest of her too.
A habit he really hated about Milly was she liked to be next to his waking form in skimpy nightwear. Which she did all those times that she was right next to him when he had arisen. Like now.
"Milly!" Suzaku yelled, his eyes darting open. He shot up, his head making rather painful contact with the wooden part of his bed.
Milly sat up, her usual 'wake up Suzaku' attire on. "Suzaku! How are you?"
Suzaku plopped his face on the pillow. "Sleepy and not in the mood."
Milly sat up and threw the cover over his face. "In the mood for what?"
Suzaku threw the cover off and sat up. "Today…"
Milly dropped her watch on his lap and jumped out of the bed. "Well, guess what! We've only got 30 minutes until we have to get to school! Which means in 30 minutes we'll be late!"
Suzaku rolled off the bed hurriedly, his face meeting the floor in a matter of seconds. He shot up fast as well, giving her a bewildered look. "And you chose to tell me this NOW?!"
Milly shrugged, slipping on her shirt. "You wouldn't wake up."
Suzaku looked out his room door and saw that everyone else within the house was gone, leaving no vehicular transportation. "Milly, I don't have a ride, and if I run, it'll take a good 10 minutes to get there!"
Milly threw him his clothes and flipped out her cell phone, adjusting her hair in the compact mirror. "Get a move on! I'm calling my transportation now!"
Not wanting to verbally inquire her means of transportation, he slipped on his pants and ran down the stairs, reaching the door in less than a minute. He sat impatiently in front of the door, waiting for Milly to get there.
"Thank you!" Milly yelled as she ran out, jumping onto the railing of the stairs and sliding down, thoroughly alarming Suzaku.
"Milly, don't do that anymore! You could get hurt!" Suzaku yelled, worried for his friend's safety. Milly never took heed to his words of caution, but he said them all the time anyway.
"Oh, you party pooper! I was going to jump, but you probably would've killed yourself catching me!" Milly said cheerfully, walking to him and clutching the doorknob. "Besides, my ride is here."
Suzaku had never experienced this type of predicament before, so he had no idea who she could possibly be using for a ride. As she opened the door, he bolted out, passing a person on a bike. Surprised, he halted and glanced back, seeing the last person he wanted to see.
"Hey!" Suzaku yelled, pointing accusingly. The person in question looked up at him, looking as surprised as Suzaku.
"Lulu! Right on cue!" Milly yelled, not interrupting the two.
"What are you doing here?!" they both yelled.
"What am I doing here," Suzaku started, "I live here, you imbecile! This is my house! Why are you at it?!"
Lelouch turned his head embarrassedly. "How was I to know that? Milly just told me she was in her second home. Since you're always gone when I get here, I had no way of knowing."
Suzaku gave Milly a dull look. "Milly, I said my house could be like your second home. I didn't say it WAS."
Milly jumped on the spot of the seat behind Lelouch, pouting. "Suzaku, are you saying you're not that trusting of me yet? I thought we were friends."
The 'I thought we were friends' guilt trip worked on Suzaku every time. "All right, Milly. But I should get running now. See you!"
Milly, jumping up on the seat and propping herself up on Lelouch's head, called to him. "Suzaku, wait!"
Suzaku nearly tripped from the rather swift start he had, looking back. "What?"
Milly jumped off of the seat, patting it. "Sit here so we can all go together."
Suzaku shook his head and rubbed his head nervously. "Sorry, Milly. I'm not fond of bikes."
Lelouch gave him a bored look. "You're scared of bikes."
Suzaku glared and blushed. "Shut up! I'm not scared, I just had many bad experiences with bikes!"
Milly happily tossed Lelouch off the bike and got on. "Hey, Suzaku! I have an idea! Since you don't like bikes, and I wanted you to ride with Lulu, I'll race you! Lulu can piggyback, and I'll ride the bike! You run as fast as I ride, so it should be interesting."
Lelouch sat up, rubbing his forehead. "Why can't we just let him run and us both ride on the bike? I do wish for a bit of normalcy."
Milly smiled. "It'll be fun! Come on, Lulu, lose your stick-in-the-mud ways for a minute and let Suzaku be your ride."
Suzaku crouched down, his patience wearing thin. "Come on, you nerd, let's go so I can finish my business and make it to class."
Lelouch crossed his arms, blushed and turned away. "Are you kidding? I do not do piggyback rides. They're childish--"
Suzaku glared as he watched Milly gear up to start riding. "We're not asking for a documentary in why you don't like them! We NEED to get to school."
Milly forced her foot down, her other foot doing the same as she swiftly pedaled away. Suzaku wanted to yell after her, but he decided to glare at his delay first. "WE are NOT going to MAKE this if you don't swallow your PRIDE and GET THE HECK ON MY BACK!"
Lelouch, still not cooperating, stayed turned away. Suzaku sighed exasperatedly and ran to grab the raven's shoulders. "Lulu! SERIOUSLY, come on!"
Lelouch turned angrily. "No! I'd rather be late than—what are you doing?"
Grabbing the middle of his legs and lifting him, Suzaku turned and ran, keeping one arm under him to support his weight and using the other to help quicken his pace.
Blushing profoundly, Lelouch pounded his fists immaturely on Suzaku's head. "Leave me alone and put me down, you exercise-happy idiot! I demand that you let me transport myself to my school because being carried like this is downright embarrassing! And you better be listening to me!"
Suzaku glared in his direction, though Lelouch himself couldn't see it. "Look, I didn't want to do this! I wouldn't even carry my own relative or girlfriend this way! But YOU had to be a jackass and not do what Milly said! If you had, this would've been that much less mortifying!"
Lelouch blushed the most he ever had in his entire life. "IF YOU WOULDN'T DO THIS WITH ANYONE ELSE, WHY ARE YOU DOING IT NOW?! I'm capable of getting myself there!"
Suzaku rolled his eyes and huffed. "Fine, then I'll drop you."
Lelouch blinked stupidly. "Wait, what? HEY, YOU WOULDN'T—HEY!!"
As he was being dropped, he reflexively put his wrists behind Suzaku's neck and linked his fingers so they didn't slip. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO IT!"
Suzaku looked to the side innocently with a slightly evil smile on his face. "You didn't finish your sentence, so there was no way we could both react in time."
Realigning himself properly, Lelouch growled rather fiercely. "It wasn't like it wasn't very strongly implied! Now mush, you sports junkie!"
Suzaku growled back. "I'm no dog! Don't you tell me to mush, you damn bookworm!" Then, just to catch Lelouch off-guard, he ran as fast as he could.
Since heights, however high they may be, weren't his strong suit, nor were too-fast-for-the-eye movements in his presence, the sudden change in speed unnerved Lelouch. "Will you slow down?! You won't die just from one blemish--"
Suddenly, he pinpointed music. He recognized it as his own ring tone and attempted to respond to his call. The constant jittering of Suzaku's hard footsteps weren't easing his pain.
Choosing a more physical approach, Lelouch prompted whapped Suzaku on his head. Recoiling and glaring at the cause of his pain, Suzaku stopped. "Ouch, that hurt! Where do you get off smacking me in the head?!"
Lelouch, not even replying, nonchalantly answered his phone and gestured for him to go on. 'Ugh, if I didn't want to be late, I'd poke and prod at him about this until he got even angrier.' With that, Suzaku ran on, the school within sight.
"Hello?" Lelouch finally answered, taking on a soft tone.
'Big brother, is that you? Did you make it safely?'
Lelouch smiled warmly, his once angry expression softening to one of content. "Yes, Nunally. I'm not quite there yet, but I shall be soon. Has C.C. arrived yet?"
He heard Nunally giggle on the other end. 'No, I'm sure she's not here as of yet. She didn't tell me what she was teaching me today, but I'm very sure she knows what she's doing.'
Lelouch nodded to himself. "Of course. She wouldn't tutor you if she had no idea hat she was doing. My little sister is smart enough to know that, now isn't she?"
Nunally outwardly laughed this time, making Lelouch laugh softly as well. 'Stop teasing me, Lelouch! Of course I'm smart enough to know it! But it consoles me to know you're safe. Do you want me to tell Miss C.C. you said hi?'
Lelouch verified and smiled. "Learn well, ok, Nunally? I'll be there before you know it!"
Nunally giggled again. 'Okay! I love you!'
Lelouch nodded. "I love you too, Nunally. Goodbye." Finally, he clamped his phone shut.
Immediately, Suzaku interjected. "Wow, from how you sounded all of those 60 seconds, you really do have a heart. I guess only for family though. I didn't think you were capable of kindness."
Lelouch, beckoning to get down as they were at the school gates, turned away, not looking in his direction because of the inevitability of him glaring. "Well, excuse me. You get a bastardizing father and a terminally ill mother followed up by numerous siblings and see how intact your home life is. My little sisters, one of which being rather tasteless--"
Suzaku sighed dejectedly. "So that must be where your hate for me started. Just because I'm dating Euphie. Who happens to be your sister."
Lelouch walked into the building, checking by the entrance to see his bike already parked. "Truthfully, that isn't even a contributing factor."
Suzaku rubbed his head sheepishly. "Um, hey, Lelouch…" Finishing a text message he was sending, he clamped his phone shut and looked in the direction of the athlete.
Suzaku blushed lightly, trying to form the words. "I think that…I think you're a pretty strong individual to deal with that kind of underlying stress and still do extraordinarily in school."
Lelouch placed his phone in his pocket and headed for his class. "If you're trying to pity me, I don't need it. If you're trying to compliment me, kudos to you. Although I say your praise is rather misdirected."
Suzaku stomped after him, clutching his shoulder. He swiftly turned him around and glared. "Can't you just accept a compliment when you hear it and thank me?!"
Lelouch nodded then looked him square in the eye. "Thank you."
Suzaku was surprised, to say the least. His grip loosened and Lelouch headed towards his class once more.
One question still hung in the air. 'Who in the world was he texting? He doesn't seem the type to be that social…'
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"Ooh, new message! I never knew he could reply so fast!"
Gino sighed, directing his attention to the front of the class. "Milly," he started, "you really should reconsider texting during class. You should know better."
Milly giggled and sent back her reply. "Oh, relax, Gino! It's only Lulu. Besides, what kind of trouble can I get into?"
Gino dropped his head to his desk. "Considering you have connections with the highest part of administration here, probably worse than someone with an average offense."
Acting on reflex as the teacher smacked the ruler on his half of the desk, Gino almost fell out of the chair. "Mr. Weinberg! May I ask why you and Ms. Ashford are talking while I am teaching?"
He sat upright and wiped his forehead, catching his breath. "No reason, teach."
The teacher nodded. "Fine then. Should I hear another interruption, Mr. Weinberg, and you will pay for the forfeit of the peace with your current seat. Understood?"
"I hear you loud and clear, man!" Gino said, saluting.
Returning to his duties, the teacher walked back to the board. Milly, as if having an epiphany, snapped. "I'll text Suzy! He'll respond pretty quickly, right?"
Gino sweat dropped at Suzaku's nickname, silently sighing with relief that he didn't have a girly nickname like his friends. "I don't know. Tell me how that goes."
At the speed of sound, Milly's fingers dashed across the keys. It was at that time Gino regretted technology came up with a fully keyboarded phone.
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"Huh…"
Kallen poked her cousin in his side. "Suzaku, WHY do you having something vibrating in your pocket?"
There was always something Suzaku didn't like about everyone he knew (excluding people he didn't like), and for Kallen, that were her double meaning sentences. It always made her seem like a pervert.
Or maybe Suzaku just had a dirty mind. He wasn't too sure.
"Kallen, do me a favor and get your mind out of the gutter. It's my cell on silent—I mean vibrate. You get the idea. Either way, someone must be texting me."
Kallen pulled his phone out, much to the brunette's disdain, and opened it. "Text Message Received: Milly A. Looks like it's a her texting you. And I was thinking it was a guy."
Suzaku stared at her dishearteningly. "Kallen! What business would any guy have texting me? It's not like I have a game that I don't already know about."
Kallen opened a separate message box and sent her response. "Well, you know Gino. He's a guy. Then there was that iffy bastard you hung out with a day or so ago. I saw you and Milly with that creep."
'Wow, Kallen most likely hasn't even met him and she dislikes him,' Suzaku pondered within. "Kallen, what's your damage? You know that nerd?"
Handing Suzaku his phone rather forcefully, Kallen glared into space. "Lamperouge? Yeah, we go a bit far back. We were all on this chess team called the Black Knights, and him and I were prized players. Then--" Kallen stopped short, chewing on her bottom lip and looking away sadly.
'So she knows him. But…why does she look so sad all of a sudden?' This worried him. "Then what, Kallen?"
Unhappily, she continued. "Then I confronted him one day. At the time I was, regretfully, in love with him."
Suzaku couldn't imagine anyone loving him. Maybe that's why the nerd was a constant stick in the mud. Kallen continued. "I asked him what I was to him. And…that iffy heartless bastard said I was inevitably nothing but a damn pawn!" She yelled, punching the desk.
"Ms. Kozuki! Refrain from causing harm to my classroom!"
Kallen settled down. "Yes, sensei." Suzaku himself was mortified, and secretly relieved he wasn't that desk right now. He could've sworn he saw a newly formed crack there.
He now classified Kallen as something to fear.
It's not like he dubbed her sweet and innocent before now. She'd shown her inner strength, and occasionally her outer strength. But never had it been so strong it almost breaks a plywood desk. As far as Suzaku knows, for the record, plywood is one of the thickest woods. She might actually kill someone if she punches any person like that.
His hand started going numb during his revelation. He looked and saw Milly replied back. Goodness gracious. Suzaku has seen that girl text. Considering how long that took her, this is more the length of a short story than just a simple text. But first he replied to the one initially sent.
On cue, Kallen snatched the phone as soon as he hit send. "Damn, Milly typed a freaking bio in the text. Doesn't she get hand cramps or something?"
Honestly, Suzaku wouldn't be surprised if she eventually developed carpal tunnel.
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She's a fast texter. She texts so fast, I hardly have time to properly work. Good thing I'm a fast worker."
Lelouch typed as fast as he could to reply to Milly without making an error or hurting his finger. Without warning, a certain redhead poked Lelouch in his arm. "Lulu, who are you texting? Is it Milly or Gino? Kallen or Suzaku?"
Sighing, he hit send. "Shirley, if you must know, I'm texting Milly. I'd never text Gino, and I don't know what made you conjure up the thought I'd text either of the last two."
Shirley sighed dejectedly. "Well, in that case, you don't want to hear why I thought you'd text Kallen or Suzaku. But Gino isn't bad!"
He opened his phone again, starting his reply. "I know about your little Team Matchmaker thing, and I'm telling you right now. I will never have romantic interest in anyone, not Kallen and no way in hell for Suzaku."
Shirley was ready to inquire further, but the bell caught her. "Turn in your assignments as you depart, ladies and gentlemen. Have a nice lunch."
'Lunch? Have that many teachers come and gone in the classroom that it's lunch time?' Lelouch thought.
Shirley jabbed him in the side. "Hey Lulu! You want to sit with me, Gino, and Milly today?"
Lelouch shook his head, to Shirley's dismay. "No. I've other plans for my lunch period. I have to…practice something."
The redhead, although sad she can't spend virtually all day with Lelouch, nodded in agreement. "So I hear. I hear you have a lead female role, Lulu?"
Lelouch blushed. "I know you may account that to my, dare say, femininity, but they were short a girl, so I had to take the part. It wasn't my choice. Rather, I would never take a female part. Especially after reading the script."
Shirley wasn't in this play, so she had no idea how the script went. "Well, you are the only person doing that I know of. I don't know who's playing what. I only know who you are. But have fun, Lulu!"
Discomfort now visually present in him, Lelouch walked away. Shirley, bored now, texted Milly a question. 'Milly, who is playing opposite of Lulu?'
After sending, she practically immediately got a message back. It told her to call her. Dialing her number, Shirley felt uneasy. Is it some girl getting in the way? Or was it a guy no one liked? "Milly?"
'Shirley, this is so perfect! The person opposite of Lulu is…'
Shirley gasped as Milly whispered who was the role opposite of him. "No way!"
'Way, Shirley! It's time for Phase Two: Act, Line, and Spotlight!"
"Sure, Milly. I hope you know what you're doing."
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"This is bull crap. Why me, and why him?"
Looking ahead of him, he saw the very male plaguing his mind momentarily walking right towards him. Lelouch grimaced, as did the person in front of him.
"All right, you. I've read this script. This is going to require a whole lot of physical contact. We have to make it authentic, you hear me?"
Lelouch pulled his script from his pack and glared harder. "Shut up. You have to play besides me, and we have to do rather vile things, but this will change nothing."
Suzaku turned away from him angrily. "Let's just get this short practice session over with."
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Anyway! Did you like it? I finished on the 19th of February. I'm sure you may not see it for at least a week after that, but I'm trying to keep my promise of at least being started on the next chapter before updating.
You probably think this kind of predicament is typical of me. At least for those that have read more than one of my stories. But till next time! Love ya!
