Author: Angel-wing2
Language: English, Rating: Fiction Rated: T
Genre: Romance/Humor

Disclaimer: Sunrise owns Code Geass.

Chapter 7

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Lelouch walked sulkily beside C.C. She was looking around nonchalantly despite the commotion. Yet again, the two of them hit the news. The televisions blared out gossip that the Prince of Britannia had eloped with a green-haired foreign Princess, C.C. She was annoyed but was, no doubt expecting this, so they were in disguise. It was predictable, Lelouch was as high-profile as high-profile could get.

In disguise indeed!

Lelouch looked down at his appalling getup for the nth time that day. He was dressed in a bright yellow dress that reached to his ankles, and was covered with a weird childish mascot print, that Cheese-kun-whatever-it-was that had to do with pizza. Thankfully, the design was simple. He was also wearing a curly blonde wig and a summer hat. Lelouch wanted to throw up and was extremely paranoid about being recognized.

After they had (with much difficulty, in Lelouch's case) gotten down C.C.'s balcony, they made their way to the outskirts of the city, in an outlying town Lelouch had never seen before.


They entered the local restaurant and sat down. It was still early evening and not many people were inside.

"Got any money?" C.C. asked Lelouch. He grumbled in reply then looked up in surprise as a familiar-looking, wavy-haired man entered the door and approached a waitress. He held up two pictures and the waitress shook her head.

It was Jeremiah Gottwald. And he was out looking for them.

C.C. looked at the man from the corner of her eye. Oh, Britannian military, after them? Interesting.

Lelouch concentrated on his food. He too had noticed Jeremiah and it frankly made him nervous. Jeremiah Gottwald was loyal to the royal family to the point of fanaticism. He would follow their wayward son to hell if the need be.

"I need to use the bathroom." Lelouch said and stood up.

C.C. smiled mischievously. "So which one are you using?"

"Shut up, Witch." Lelouch scowled.


Lelouch used the mens room. How dare that C.C. insinuate that he'd have trouble deciding? What a twisted sense of humor she had!

Thankfully, the restroom was empty except for some kid. He frowned at a little boy who was staring at him curiously. "What is it, kid?" he asked gruffly. The little boy backed off.


"The Britannian agent still isn't leaving." C.C. told Lelouch in a whisper when he got back. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. "Maybe we should get going—"

"Mommy! That girl was in the Boys' Restroom!" a voice said loudly. It was the little boy from a while back, and he was pointing at Lelouch.

"Hush, dear. That's rude." The mother looked apologetically at the pair. C.C. smirked. Lelouch scowled harder at the child who stuck his tongue out at him.

"Do you realize we have a bigger problem now?" C.C. sighed. Jeremiah looked with interest at the blond "girl", but he stayed where he was, drinking his orange juice calmly.

"No kidding. You know who that man is?" Lelouch muttered. Of all the people they could have run across, it just had to be that weirdo.

"I don't really want to know." C.C. said blandly. "Got any plans?"

Lelouch looked outside. Jeremiah had better not have any backup or else they were done for. "See that jeep over there?"


Jeremiah looked warily at the suspicious couple. The "girl" got up and went in the direction of the restroom for the second time in ten minutes. The "boy" exited the door. Unfortunately, Jeremiah was alone. Which one should he follow?


Lelouch locked the restroom door behind him as he struggled through a tiny air vent. Just as Lelouch predicted, the Britannian agent followed him. This should buy them some time. He only hoped that C.C. was good at hotwiring vehicles.

Stupid dress! It was ripped in several places now, and was still getting caught in every possible nail and corner. Lelouch dragged himself through the vent panting from exhaustion. Jeremiah was now apparently breaking down the door.

"Lelouch, you slowpoke." C.C. was standing outside, tapping her foot impatiently while watching his futile attempts to exit the vent.

The Britannian Prince looked irately at her. C.C. pulled his wig off. "Doesn't suit you." She said. To his chagrin, Lelouch got out of the vent easily when the wig was off.


They zoomed off, C.C. at the wheel.

"PRINCE!!!!" Jeremiah howled as he broke down the door. It was too late! He looked at the open air vent and discarded blond wig. They escaped!

Jeremiah ran outside and boarded his car. They couldn't be far. "This is 173-O Target has been spotted. Request backup. I'll send you the coordinates now." Jeremiah would catch them himself if it killed him.

Lelouch looked back. Definitely not good.

"Lelouch, I'm driving us off the cliff. Just stay close to me." C.C. said.

"What!?" Lelouch was convinced that C.C. was crazy.

The soldiers were closing in. "Lelouch!" C.C. dove onto him as shots were fired, blowing one of their tires and sending the jeep careening over the edge of the cliff and into the river below.


Lelouch looked blankly at the seemingly slumbering girl. At least she looked like she was just asleep. There were no bullet holes on her, despite the torn shirt and dried blood matting it. Was she hit anywhere? He had dragged the two of them from the river and started a fire, wondering how on earth they both survived the long drop. It was getting cold so he pulled her into his arms. She was warm. Alive.

The Britannian Prince laughed like he was going mad. He probably was.

"What's so funny Lelouch?" C.C. cracked open an eye and closed it again. The green-haired girl snuggled closer to Lelouch's chest, making him blush. "It's so cold. I want to sleep." She said.

Lelouch opened his mouth to say something, but decided to keep quiet. He smoothed her hair gently. She looked so vulnerable. It was different from the times she was playing innocent, she looked so fragile now that he thought she would break in his arms. He didn't mind that she was using him as a human blanket at the moment, and was practically plastered on him. It actually felt good.

He lay back on the cold bark of the tree they were leaning on and decided that he'd stay with her. No matter what weird schemes she had, he'd back her up. Because he was bored, he rationalized, pushing back a voice in his head that proclaimed odd feelings for the girl. No, he didn't even like her!


"I—uh, hello Kallen." Suzaku said as the two of them sat down for tea. Lelouch and C.C. suddenly disappeared without a word and it was likely Kallen knew where they went. Nunnaly was worried sick and had asked Suzaku to look for her dear brother.

Kallen sighed and dismissed the maid who had served them tea. "Well, Kururu-, I mean Suzaku, I don't know where they went either."

Suzaku's eyes widened with surprise. "You mean they really...eloped?"

"I don't think so! " Kallen exclaimed. "You shouldn't believe everything in the news!"

"In that case, we should at least try to look for them. They could be in trouble." Suzaku said.

"Later tonight." The red-haired girl said. "Try not to get caught, okay?"

tbc

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A/N: Sorry for the delay. I kind of stalled cause of...personal issues. ^^; I keep forgetting to answer LunAttik's questions! Gomen...I think one was how Lelouch and C.C. were found in that particular closet, in chapter 5. Answer: they were distracted and didn't notice the guards checking all the closets. Other queries will hopefully get answered in the next chapter/s.

Hmmm...thanks to all who reviewed and are reading this fic. :P

Velshard-san! Get well soon (and upload your fic!)