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Chapter THREE: Allusions
By: Äcĕ Ċ¦ånđesŧinє
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Rain is falling, and he's standing outside. Struggling to see me through the foggy window with burning crimson orbs, he narrows his eyes and claws his nails to the surface. His sunglasses and headphones are long gone, but that doesn't matter to him anymore, does it? He is infuriated, he is frenetic, he is shivering. The forlorn child beckons to me through the thick pane of glass with long, bony fingers and a strained, pleading smile.
'I miss you, C.C. I love you, C.C. Please let me in, C.C.'
Mao, you know you can't last out there forever. You might catch a cold, you might...
"...Cold."
"What did you say, C.C.?" The next thing I knew, we were sprawled across the floor with our limbs entwined. I couldn't tell them apart, but it didn't matter. I hesitantly glanced at the window on the opposite side of the room. It was raining. Maybe that didn't really matter, either. I promptly averted my gaze and decided to look at Lelouch instead.
Lazy, amethyst eyes inspected the scene before them, while a half-asleep hand wearily massaged his temples. Was that hand mine? I couldn't feel anything...my nerves must have died while I slept. Perhaps my mouth was awake.
"I told you that the bed could only fit one person." The same bed that was now happily towering over our heads.
"It was worth testing it out." No, it clearly was not. Though, there wasn't any point trying to argue with Lelouch. (Things like that only encouraged him.)
"Well, let us look." We then got up, scooted ourselves over to the far corner of the room, and stared at our messy creation with a better view. Violet and gold stared in disbelief at the sheets and pillows haphazardly kicked off the mattress and the white feathers that were scattered everywhere. Poor Sayoko-san would have collapsed from a heart attack. I had to quickly say something before he could plan anything to my disadvantage.
"C.C., I-"
"You're cleaning up this disaster. I have to take a shower." The irritated Lelouch wordlessly glared in return. "It was all your idea, anyways."
"You, you...are very ungrateful." I could only smile in triumph as I entered the next-door bathroom.
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Triumph never lasts very long. Not like raindrops.
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It is pouring rain in the bathtub, and Mao is still watching me through the mirror. He is tired at this point, with his anger subsiding into sorrow. Fear shudders up my spine as he watches intently with his Geas, at me, my shadow, my exposed sins and crimes. So he knows what had happened.
'You are dirty, C.C.,' he declares in pure spite. 'All the rain in the world cannot clean you now. Do you really believe that Lelouch can fulfill your contract? Ha ha ha, he can't, he can't! I wish I could, but now I am dead. I could have given you everything, C.C. I...I could have been your everything, C.C.'
He shivers once more, yet he is still standing. He paws at the glass like a miserable, lost puppy searching for its owner. My precious Mao, my guiltless Mao, can't you see that I have already abandoned you?
'Forget about Lelouch, C.C.,' he wails resentfully. 'Leave him, you do not need him.' Don't cry, Mao. You know how unbearable it is for me to watch you cry...
'Come to me, C.C.' he begs, the rain seeping out of his eyes. 'Forget about Lelouch; he is nothing to us. You're right; I can't stand here forever...' Mao, stop! Mao, come back!
'I can't...C.C.' He vanishes without a trace, leaving me in absolute horror.
"NO!" I splashed out of the bath in a panic and pounded my fists on the mirror. The rain, shower...I forgot to turn it off, because I can hear the rain dripping, dripping, dripping. Water was everywhere, everything...dripping, dripping wet. He is gone, Mao is...why did he leave? I could hear faint wisps of Lelouch's voice outside the bathroom, fidgeting with the lock so he could get in. Do I want him to come in; do I believe that he could save me? No, no, that wasn't it at all, ah, wait! Mao, I could hear him!
'Try to find me, C.C. Otherwise, I might have to leave you forever...'
"Wait! I'm here, don't leave!" Tightly clenched hands hysterically hammered against the looking glass as the rain tried to drown out my face. Was it tears? No, no, why was I even thinking about that? I have to help Mao, for I could hear his poignant voice in the back of my head. He was there, no, he was here, just underneath that pulseless glass. He was dripping, drowning in that mirror of water. He, Mao, my Mao, he was calling my name...he was going to catch a cold!
"C.C.!" The door to my right burst open and a violent-eyed man rushed in. His slender hands restrained mine, squeezing them with shaky grasps. "What the devil is wrong with you?"
'Escape his clutch, C.C.! You still have a chance!' Mao shouts in excitement. 'Hurt him, kill him; manipulate his soul with the Geas!'
"I-I have to..." Why isn't he letting go of my hands? "...save him. I don't have time for you! Let go of my hands, I have to-"
"You are not in the right mind to save anyone, C.C.! You have to turn off the bath water if you are done using it! And for God's sake, stop your crying! What if the neighbors heard you? Look, your hands, they are bleeding! Why were you hitting the mirror, C.C.?" Mao, was he still there? Where was he?
"Let go..." My voice suddenly sounded weaker, as my vision spiraled out of focus. I could no longer read Lelouch's expressions and his murky, violet eyes. He shook me violently, maybe as an attempt to get some sense into (or out of) me?
Dizzy, water, cold...
If only I could die here, right now.
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"C.C., were you thinking about him again?" Mao is still after me. He is outside the window; he is standing inside the mirror; he is impatient in his grave. So why, why was I resting on Lelouch's bed?
"I won't let him hurt you anymore."
If I continue to use the Geas, would I become just like him?
"Mao is dead, C.C. You shot him."
I can't understand why someone would bother chasing after you.
"I wish to protect you, C.C."
It would do you some good if you simply forgot about him. And the world became serenely silent.
Author's Notes- I decided to revise this a little while I was reading through the first few chapters of Remi here (to jog my memories a bit, ya know?). Sorry chappie four is taking too long to update...but it's well on its way! Thanks for being so patient. :D
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Ah, many, many allusions of all sorts can be found in this chapter (hence the weird title). The "rain", the "mirror", the messy bed (LOLOLOLOLOLOL)...but you guys can figure them out by your own.
missysillivan- Yes, exactly! I still don't know what was going on in C.C.'s mind when she shot him. (TT.TT) Thankies for the review; I hope you liked this chapter.
pink-writer- Psychotic, angsty bishies FTW. Oh, I think what you had mentioned was a typo (I fixed it right after I read your review). Thanks for pointing that out, and thanks for reviewing as well!
Zero'N'oveR- Kewl, 'cuz realistic was what I was going for. Thank you for reviewing!
Xeaphon- Yes, Mao is very special, and I enjoyed writing more about Mao in this chapter. (DAMN YOU CC FOR KILLING HIM!) Thanks for the review. :3
GenMcvile- Thanks for reviewing. :)