N/A hello again! Before we start, I'd like to thank ZofTheBoneyard for suggesting this idea. Originally, it was supposed to be that CC and Lulu is looking for a new home but... I think i kinda strayed from the idea. I'm sorry. And also, I think I've made the whole thing very.... fluffy and the char. a bit OOC I don't know. Seriously. Actually, I've been meaning to make a story that involves trains so... I guess this is a bonus for me? I rushed the ending, be warned. And, reviews has reached 30!!! OMGeeee *fangirl squeel* Awesome! Brilliant! Thank you for your support! Please continue supporting me!
Edit #1: I can't seem to find that mistake... can someone point it out more clearly for me? I'm bad at looking for stuff. And, has anyone noticed me reference of "A Little Priest" from Sweeny Todd? Hehehe... it's there....
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Code Geass. If I did, the endind would've been way different and less awesomer.
The images of buildings, cars and shops blurred as the girl watched the window, they were going too fast as they passed the indistinct shapes and colors of the said objects and for a while, she looked as if she was at peace. Slowly, people began to disperse around them, but the crowd around them was still there, talking, laughing, generally making a fuss.
Originally, he would've worn his ratty hat and coat as they sat in the train, pondering where in the country they would go and live. Or go far away, far far away. Now, after 50 years had passed, he was more relaxed, she supposed. He wore his hair much longer, a stubble in his chin was carelessly left and clothes that made him look more like a vagrant. But his eyes, still royal violet, did not change. Nor the way he held himself, proud and regal.
Age did not touch them, nor even so much look at them. But, time, time was like a restless hunter, she supposed, flicking her green hair back as she watched the man, her partner, get swarmed by teenaged girls. Yes, they're looks were timeless, though, with that stubble, he certainly looked like a couple years older than he did.
The train pulled to a top, and the teenagers hesitantly got off, waving and winking at him flirtatiously even if he did not, even with his face was the picture of calmness and disinterest. He turned and sat beside an old woman, in the very edge of the benches where she sat in the other edge, watching outside of the window, completely detached to the world.
Hours passed, passengers got off, the scenery changes. Instead of the tall buildings, those streets and railway that was littered with graffiti and what-not, was the silent but vibrantly colored trees of the country, where she saw a field full of cows and sheep gather and also, a still lake that looked blurry as the train moved.
"You know," a voice drawled, smooth and unintentionally, elegant, "you being silent is scary."
Her eyes barely flickered as she heard him, instead she took pleasure of playing with a strand of her hair, "Really?"
He waited patiently for her to elaborate, but then, after a while, he knew she would not. He sighed and she continued staring out.
She thirsted for the breeze of spring as she watched those trees dance, finally, she opened the window, and immediately, a gust greedily rushed in, sending her hair flying all over the place. She did not mind, instead she folded her arms against the pane and rested her head against it. Then, quite suddenly, she soundlessly turned to look at him with half lidded eyes and a sly smirk.
He caught her look and smile and a brow rose up, as if in reflex. "Are you planning something?"
"Sometimes," she began, her full lips barely moved from its coy smile, "you do remind me of Henry."
If he was a lesser man, he would have turned into the green eyed monster but he was not and instead, his eyes hardened and posture stiffened and a wry smile crept into his face, "How curious."
She turned her head towards the warm sun, basking its glow, "You do remember your history lesson right? Well, you must remember Henry VIII." The breeze tickled her white skin and she smiled pleasantly as it played with her long hair, "once upon a time, he was once a handsome man and a brilliant leader. But, however, he was quite a play boy. Restless when it came to women, you know?"
"How risqué." He commented, crossing his legs as he would before, "Which part of that man resembles me? In my opinion, he was a fool."
"The line between a fool and a genius is blurred, Lelouch." She retorted, not maliciously, however, "Did you know? Yes, he was egotistical and rather selfish but women would throw themselves without regard. I often did tease him of being a 'gardener'. If you get it."
"Ah." He ignored her sly look and busied himself by dusting off his shoulder.
"Good you got it." She smirked again, "really, wherever we go, I'm pretty sure your supply of women will never ever run out. You do say and do all the right things to make an ordinary girls heart skip. Like Shakespeare, only less zeal."
"I'm not doing it on purpose, C.C," he defended himself, frowning slightly as he added, "anymore."
"Ah, but I am right." C.C returned with ease, looking a bit too cocky for her own good, "just admit it."
"Are you mad at before?" He suddenly asked, looking at her with disbelief. This time, he turned around his body completely, his face openly showing his interest. The only woman who can do that, he thought tiredly, is a complete vixen.
"At what?" She lifted up her brow, her bank face not giving anything away, "those immature girls? My, what would they have done if they knew who exactly you were?"
"So you are." An amused smile wormed into his lips and it was enough for any lesser woman for her heart to pound like drums on a rock concert. And then, those violet orbs turned sly and cunning and she could not help but wonder. "You know, I do wonder how does Louis XV survived with a queen and a woman like Madame Pompadour. She seems to be a proud and strong woman. Have you met her?"
She knew where this was going, it was obvious. It was a bad idea if she were to take bait... but then curiosity was like a burning fire, bright and hot. "I have," she debated whether or not she should elaborate but when she gazed up into those eyes, she found words tumbling out more than necessary, "Often, she would come to me and vent her jealousy, she truly did love that king. I still wonder why but, to him, she acted rather... how can I say this... tricky."
He smiled that smile and inwardly, she seethed. "Nothing compared to you, I imagine." He watched the her hair dance and he found his hand twitch in longing. Not now, not when he was about to win.
"You do have his smile, though, Lelouch." She said, smiling sensually as she changed the topic readily. "Henry's, I mean. He always did have that smile when he was trying to hook in a girl. Always succeed, he did."
Instantly, the smile was gone, replaced by a slight scowl. Triumphantly, C.C turned her attention back into the window, enjoying the view of the elegant and dramatic swoops and curves of the mountains and the lush leaves of the trees. She did not notice anything, really. Until, that is, she felt his arms, skinny and long, brush against her shoulders and saw his hands hold the sides of the window, slowly, she rose her head, only to see his eyes look at her carefully as he leaned his body close to hers.
He was nothing but a breath away, really. "What's this about?" She asked, unimpressed.
"One half of me is yours, the other half yours- mine own, I would say; but if mine," his eyes were dangerous and unreadable, "then yours, and so all yours." As he said this, his expression was indescribable and she those words, those sweet but fleeting words, were in the tip of her tongue, were it not for the train, suddenly remembering friction, stopping but they had their eyes set on each other, ignoring the people that slowly clambered on, surprise written plainly on their faces as they noticed them both.
"Shall we stay here for a while?" She was referring to this part of the country, but all the same, she did not move a muscle. Her eyes lingered at his lips, tentatively, she licked hers, "Your lips look chapped."
"Oh?"
"Come in a little closer." She demanded, her voice was light as a feather.
He swallowed and did so and paused. "What next?"
She couldn't help but grin, "My, oh my, how uncharacteristically obedient. What have you eaten to make you like this?"
"Enough with your teases woman." He ordered gruffly, impatiently. Then, unexpectedly, her lips brushed his and he immediately closed his eyes, only to have her draw back and stand, grabbing his hands as she did, dragging him out of the train.
On the way out, she noticed an elderly woman's dissaproving look. She turned to her and smiled coyly, surprising them all, "Don't you know? He's my husband."
