A/N: Spin-off set in the universe of Operation Orange.

Snowball

Request: A cheesy Christmas fanfic with a little bit of action (if you know what I mean)! Preferably in canon universe, but whatever floats your boat. MORE POWER TO YOU!

"Master Lelouch!"

Jeremiah leapt in front of his beloved master and took the flying snowball in the chest before landing in the snow with a cloudy poof. Lelouch turned around, wondering what had just happened. He gagged and shivered at the same time as he wiped off the snowball that had just hit him square in the face.

"Nice shot, Anya!"
"Anya!" sputtered the raven-haired man. Hurriedly pawing off the freezing snow off, he nearly gasped from the flakes that snuck into the collar of his shirt. He glared at the witch, who was doubled over in laughter.
"You should have seen your face, Lelouch. Not that I could see it either, what with it being covered in snow."
"You witch!Come here and I'll show you how to make a real snowball!"
"As if you've gone outside often enough to know," she snorted. Lelouch's cheeks, which were already rosy from the cold, flushed an even darker red as he marched up to her.

"C.C., you witch, it's not as if you've been out much either, what with your lazy and gluttonous ways. I'd say I've been outside more than you have. At least I pull my weight around on the farm. What do you do, besides laying around all day and night?"
"Oh, you know what goes on come nightfall, Lelouch darling. Don't make me say it in front of Anya, she's far too innocent and pure to-"
"That's enough! Anya, don't listen to anything she's saying, she's lying-"
"Oh look, mistletoe."

Just as Lelouch looked up to see what Anya was pointing to, since there was nothing above them save for the grey winter sky, Jeremiah joined the trio, asking what was wrong, just before C.C. leaned up and kissed him.

Both Lelouch and Jeremiah went ballistic.

Jeremiah immediately fell to his hands and knees, feeling extremely numb, shocked, and appalled for having touched Master Lelouch's love in such an intimate way. Tears welling in his eyes, he clung to his master's wet snow-covered boots as he begged for forgiveness for betraying him and his trust. Lelouch meanwhile completely ignored Jeremiah's yelling as he in turn started yelling at C.C. for being so reckless and rude to Jeremiah. Anya just stood there, taking pictures of the chaos, while C.C. dug in her pockets, obviously looking for something.

"Look at me while I'm talking to you, witch!" he shouted. "I am sick and tired of being treated as if I'm some-"
"Ah, here it is."

Taking her mittened hand out of her pocket, Lelouch glanced down at it to see that it was empty, only for her to lean up and peck him on the nose.

What?

"Is that better? Seriously, Lelouch, sometimes you act like a complete child. You're immortal - act more like someone your age."
"Wha- That's not the problem right now!"
"Then what's the problem?"
"Why do you never listen to me?"

She stared at him before saying, "Anya. Jeremiah. Leave us."

When Jeremiah didn't stop crying, C.C. sharply said, "Jeremiah, if you don't go inside with Anya and help Sayoko with dinner, then Master Lelouch will never forgive you."

Jeremiah immediately picked himself up and dashed inside, a cloud of snow kicked up by his boots. When they were alone, she looked at him again and asked, "What's the problem?"

"Why are you constantly treating me as if I'm not a human? Why do I never get respect from you? Do you not respect me as a human? Do you not like me?"
"You're human."
"Then why do you-"
"When have I ever treated you lesser than a human?"
"You just threw a snowball in my face."
"Lelouch, six-year-old children play like that. It was just in the name of fun. Loosen up, you're never going to survive if you're so uptight all of the time."

When he didn't answer, she gently shook him by the shoulders.

"Come on, Lelouch, lighten up."
"... C.C., do you think I'm boring?"
"What?"
"Do you..." He looked away, embarrassed by his own curiosity. "Do you think I'm boring?"

She stared at him for a long time before smiling. He missed her smile as he looked up at the grey sky, loathing to make eye-contact with her. She was probably fighting to hold back her laughter and was going to poke fun at him any second. He just knew it. She always did, why would she pass up on this golden opportunity and-

"I think you're the most interesting person I've ever met. I've told you before, Lelouch. I've never met a man like you before."

Surprised, he turned to face her. His eyes widened as he realized how close she had gotten.

"I've never found you boring, Lelouch. Ever. So smile. It's Christmas Eve after all."
"I hate Christmas," he muttered, all the while trying to keep her in his line of vision.
"I know. But maybe this year won't be so bad. Don't you think so?"
"... Maybe."

Her smile widened and that was the last thing Lelouch saw before the few remaining inches between their lips were swallowed.

Inside, as Sayoko stuffed the turkey, she asked Jeremiah why he was sniffling. He merely shook his head as he furiously mashed the potatoes. Anya pet her cat as she wondered what Christmas presents were waiting for her under the tree before standing up to hang mistletoe in every conceivable place possible, as per C.C.'s instructions.

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