It's important that you read this: Alright, for those of you who didn't know and don't read the A/N's (it's highly advisable that you do), this is a chapter from my other CG story Agglomeration, a series of drabbles of LuluSuza and SuzaLulu. I made a chapter for it based on Berceuse, so I'm simply reposting it here for those who haven't read it. I really do hope you guys like my edit for Chapter 3 and will continue to help me by pointing out any more mistakes. These are events taking place before Chapter 1.
Spark
It didn't take much to light a fire.
All that was needed was oxygen, something to burn, and of course, a spark.
Metaphorically speaking, all that was required was the latter.
In a span of seconds, he knew he had found his newest prey. He was a cute little thing, with a carefree smile, a jovial laugh, and pretty green eyes that shone with ignorant bliss, unaware of his predator's ravenous gaze. Yes, he could sense the boy's innocence, something quite rare in this day and age. He could sense it as a person smells a delicious aroma permeating the air, desire and hunger stirring within him.
He could sense the other's attraction as well.
Those pretty green eyes locked with his own gleaming amethyst and he just knew that he captivated the owner of those pretty green eyes. They held each other's gaze for more than what was deemed appropriate, and he was certain that he had the boy in his grasp.
His lips curled into a smirk.
"Welcome class. My name is Mr. Lamperouge..."
'You best remember that name, Love', Lelouch thought as he wrote his name up on the board. 'You'll be screaming it in your dreams soon.'
And the fire was set ablaze.
English
It wasn't hard for him to adapt to the English language.
Apart from some mix-ups with a few of their ever-changing vernacular, he got the gist of their meanings (usually), and despite some odd verb usage and certain vocabulary, he was doing well for someone who just moved out of Japan only two years ago.
So, in retrospect, Suzaku was feeling pretty good about his senior year's English class.
Well, he was, until he found out who his teacher was going to be.
He heard multiple rumors that this year's English teacher was good-looking (and that was a great understatement). He assumed they were true; after all, how many of the gossiping females actually agree that the man was sex on legs? The answer is all of them. ALL OF THEM.
Suzaku liked to think that everybody was different, with their own opinions for the definition, "beauty" or even "sexy".
Apparently, every single girl (he kids you not, he spent the last year scouring the school for evidence that it could not be true) all thought that the new English teacher was drop-dead-gorgeous, which is very odd to Suzaku, considering that girls are probably the more opinionated of the sexes, and therefore probably the ones with the most diverse array of opinions. He knows for a fact that all the females in the school's faculty found the man utterly stunning as well. Even the married ones.
Strangely, Suzaku had never met this God Among Licensed Educational Instructors, and to be completely honest, he never wanted to. He could not think of anything more annoying than an entire class of girls all ogling over a pretty face and having them bicker and brawl for said face's attention.
You can imagine how devastated he was to find Mr. Lamperouge's name on his class schedule.
Rivalz at least gave him some consolation: "Hey, at least you'll get a few kicks from watching those girls battle it out. Fan-girling is about as hilarious as it is—"
"Dangerous to be in the presence of?" Suzaku finished. He raised a brow and laughed.
It was fine. He could survive another school year.
After all, he was dragging Rivalz there with him.
He just laughed as his blue haired companion grumbled and muttered curses under his breath as Suzaku read his class schedule out loud.
Dream
They were curious things.
Illusions.
Memories.
When you close your eyes and though the world around you falls to black, something new comes to light. You never remember how you begin a dream. Like a book, there never really is a beginning. It just starts off with something an author introduces. Something like an idea, a character, a setting, a concept, a goal, a…
Desire.
And we jolt awake just as quickly as a book is snatched from our hands, ending it abruptly without an end at all.
For some, it was easy to slip into that state.
For others, it was easy enough to invade.
Lelouch gently ran his hand through caramel colored tresses. He retracted it when he felt the other stir from his touch, those pretty green eyes fighting to either open or remain closed behind his eyelids. Soon the sound of heavy and even breathing filled the room, an indication that slumber had once again taken hold of the boy's mind. Lelouch licked his lips.
He lifted the boy's head, barely grazing his lips with his own. The small sample was enough to send a jolt of need coursing through him.
It was difficult to conceal his zealousness.
.
When those pretty green eyes opened, they were hazy and unfocused; oblivious to the other's presence. Suzaku's head felt dizzy and it didn't take long for him to realize his inability to move his limbs. It also didn't take him long after that to realize his eyes were open the entire time and yet he saw nothing but darkness. Panic was slow to creep into his mind, still unclear and uncertain of his situation. From what he recalled, he was laying on the sofa, trying to…
His ears detected movement from somewhere in the room.
The sound of a dark chuckle penetrated the silence.
"Hello, Love…"
Luck
It was just Suzaku's luck to be stuck in that class awaiting certain doom. A few broken sentences from over-excited girls registered in his mind, and it irritated him further.
When he arrived in the classroom ten minutes before the bell, he was shocked to see it packed with (female) students, all awaiting eagerly to acquaint themselves with their new teacher.
Suzaku had to fight for a spot remotely anywhere near the front row.
It was five minutes before the bell.
As the clock ticked, more and more girls started to depart for their classes (they probably came early in hopes of at least seeing the teacher) and he found one empty seat in the front row. He raced to the desk, dashing some girl's hopes as he reached the desired spot in record time.
He wasn't the top runner in track for nothing.
It wasn't that he wanted to hurt the girl's nonexistent chances (okay, maybe just a little), but he also heard that not only was this teacher hot, he had the personality of an (snobby) aristocrat, enforced classroom rules and regulations and also commanded authority equal to that or between a drill sergeant and a dictator. Failing his class (if you plan on living and/or graduating) is NOT an option.
He obviously heard this from the guys.
And obviously, the girls didn't really care.
It was thirty seconds before the bell.
Rivalz scrambled into the room, giving a victorious whoop for arriving just on time. He pouted at Suzaku, who merely shrugged in apology for not saving him a spot, as he scanned the classroom for a free seat. When he caught sight of a vacant desk in the far back corner of the room, the ill-fated boy sighed.
The bell rung.
The classroom door swung open and the teacher walked inside.
A chorus of inhalations and squeaks resounded from the class and Suzaku found himself cursing his luck.
He just knew those girls were right.
A fine brow was raised before pale lips voiced a question in a sweet honeyed tone with underlying masculinity. It was rather unfortunate for Rivalz that he just happened to ask for his name.
"Sir, what is your name? " He looked at the boy with a light frown adorning his features. "I assume that you're one of my students. Otherwise—"
Rivalz gulped and nodded, clearly intimidated rather than awed at the man's unearthly good looks. "Ah, yeah, I'm Rivalz Cardemonde. Nice to meet you, teach!" He laughed awkwardly, and Suzaku resisted the urge to face-palm.
'Teach.' was clearly not amused. "Mr. Cardemonede, I advise you that I have a very low tolerance for tardiness in my class—"
"B-but, I'm not tardy!"
"Please refrain from interrupting the teacher. Now, as I was about to say, I'll let you and myself off with a warning considering this is both mine and your first day back to school. So please, Mr. Cardemonde, take a seat so we may begin." He watched with cold eyes as Rivalz scrambled to get to the empty desk in that lone corner, passing by Suzaku without so much as a glance. Suzaku sympathized with his friend as the girls giggled and as the guys (how little there were in that class) chuckled.
He found a note on his desk, folded haphazardly and discarded the same way. He looked back to see Rivalz grinning, probably urging him to read it.
Suzaku unfolded the paper.
Sorry, man. Just had to go and see if I could get out of this class. Well, no such luck.
-Rivalz
Suzaku couldn't help but laugh and shake his head, which of course drew his teacher's attention.
Call it a cosmic moment, a fateful encounter, an (dare he even think?) attraction (okay, he dared not) at first sight, but whatever it was, he felt something; a tug, a jolt, a pull, something, deep inside him that absolutely made no sense as to why and how he felt it. Suzaku felt his face heat up and he was sure that he was doomed from the start by the way that annoying feeling crept up on his chest and made his heart swell.
He knew what to call it, and he was even more devastated than he was when he learned he was taking this class.
It was a crush.
And it was just his luck that Mr. Sex on Legs seemed to notice that.
Love
It wasn't merely some fascination.
The way the boy moved, talked, laughed; it was enticing.
And it never helped that C.C often commented that the boy was much more suited for things other than plain observation.
It wasn't simply about finding sustenance.
"It returned, hasn't it?", C.C remarked. Lazy amber eyes glanced at him, not really waiting for an answer. "The hunger, I mean." With a flick of her hair, she turned away from him. "You can't keep starving yourself. You know, sooner or later…"
"I know. I know…"
It wasn't just about attraction.
"I saw him practicing the other day." Lelouch did not look up from his work. C.C smirked as she sauntered to his desk. "You should have been there." Again, no reply; she was met with only the sound of papers rustling and strokes of a pen marking them. "He can really run you know…he's got some muscle underneath that slender frame." Her presence was still being ignored, but she did catch the small pause in his grading. Her smirk widened as she brought her lips close to his ear and whispered, "Plus, you wouldn't believe how short those track uniforms are…"
"Did you come all the way here to tell me this?" He neatly stacked the finished papers in a pile on the corner of his desk. C.C withdrew and rested her elbow on his head and rested her chin upon her hand.
"No, I came to tell you that you were right; he is rather cute." She smirked and sardonically added, "Remind me to never doubt your taste again."
It wasn't about slaking his lust.
He moaned in rapture as imminent bliss pervaded his senses.
It was such a pain to wait another night to experience this delight.
It was about love.
Soft and beautiful, rigid and repulsive; he loved him, and longed to have him.
It was no fairytale affection; there were no happy endings, and he knew that. It was a bitter reality, and a dark end was fated to meet them both.
Lelouch is eagerly awaiting it.
So strange how one loves.
Some with ardor, and promises of safety and care; those feelings brought a warm sensation in their hearts that was so easily ripped away and left them cold and alone.
Some with passion and unending want which burned and raged within them; those fickle feelings would sizzle and soon a mere passing breeze would be enough to extinguish their flames.
And there was the way Lelouch loved.
With his entire being; wholly and powerfully, he loved far more than any. He loved as no other person did. Morbidly, romantically, insanely, darkly, and beautifully.
He loved Suzaku, just as he loved all his prey.
He loved them
to death.
Berceuse
It was a lullaby he sang to the slumbering boy.
A song he sang to him, and only him.
A soft proclamation of his love to his dear beloved.
It was forward, it was the truth, and it was a promise.
It was almost upsetting that he would never hear it.
The very poem that he poured his heart and soul into.
He was wasting his breath…
Those words were meaningless.
So long as he never knew who spoke them.
But…
One day…
Just maybe…
Suzaku opened his eyes
He would be able to see…
And for a split second, he caught the sight of sorrowful violet.
But that would be impossible.
Lelouch tenderly placed an elegant hand over weary eyes and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
After all, it was only a fantasy.
And he sang softly; his poem, his soul, his heart, his everything, and watched his beloved drift off.
Every day, he would awaken and there would be nothing left but the remnants of a memory from a dream.
Those pretty green eyes would open, wincing at the bright sunlight, and his mind would wander, trying to recall something; something important…
And the cycle would begin all over again.
But the pieces were coming together; slowly but surely…
And he would sing his song, to him, and only him; his dear, dear, beloved.
A/N: Hopefully this clears up any questions...although this may cause new questions to arise in their wake...either way, I'm not so certain when I'll have the next chapter up. I'm studying quite rigorously right now for an upcoming test, but I promise I won't give up on this story just yet!