Ok I am so sorry! I have writer's block with this story, ugh. So it might take awhile. DX
Victory is mine, demon. She nodded solemnly, following him out into broad daylight, after changing up her looks so she wouldn't be recognized. She fixed the wig slightly and blinked at the feel of the contacts in her eyes. Strange things, these are, why would you ever put things in your eyes? Oh well. She sighed and walked behind him with her head down, meek for once. She took a breath and entered the hall, nervous for one of the few times in her life. Here it goes.
"Who's this? Lelouch's new girlfriend?" the student council president teased, making everyone laugh. Rivel snorted, "I think he's the girl in this case." Lelouch blushed, "Haha, very funny."
C2 said calmly, "I am Caroline Corinth, merely call me CC."
"An old friend," Lelouch said quickly, to which Suzaku raised an eyebrow at. Lelouch explained their little gamble as CC observed impassively. Shirley giggled, "Oh we'll help alright!"
Madam prez grinned and dragged a wide-eyed CC away. They returned a few minutes later, forcing Lelouch to endure further torment for his outfit. He snapped, "Why are you three taking so long?" Then, he saw clearly before him, the immortal witch, eyes down and blushing faintly, in the school uniform. He blinked a few times rapidly, but somehow managed to keep his cool, if only by pressing his lips together and not speaking. Suzaku's eyes went wide in surprise. It's like she's a new person. Lelouch thought to himself. C2 ground out, "Let's just get this over with."
Lelouch nearly smiled at her show of emotion, for once something not amusement nor sarcasm. He nodded mutely and turned sharply to retrieve his bag. His heart thumped and he wondered why, dismayed at his own emotions.
C2 thought sourly, I can't believe I let myself be dragged into this.
His own thoughts mirrored CC's, desperation in his eyes. I must beat her no matter how badly I want to...no, I can't think like that.
He shook his head to clear it and walked stiffly out, CC on his heels, stewing in anger and embarrassment. Must these skirts be so short? She thought with exasperation, fiddling with the edges in hopes to conceal a bit more.
As the two left to attend classes together, Madam Prez whispered knowingly, "Shirley, you definitely have some competition."
Shirley turned red but stuck out her bottom lip in defiance. I won't lose Lulu to some newbie! She thought determinedly, trotting after them.
Suzaku grinned. This will be a war of the skirts. I wonder who'll win?