Ankle
Pt. II
"How's he been doing? Has he improved any?"
"A little." C.C. glanced at her friend as she slowed down the pace of the treadmill. He handed her her towel as she said, "Though not as much as I would have liked."
"Really? Everyone thinks you're doing great."
"Everyone? Who's everyone?"
She stepped off as she pressed the soft towel and dabbed at the light film of sweat on her face. Suzaku, careful not to hit her with his stretching, answered, "His mother."
"His mother? Lelouch is a mama's boy?"
"Uh, well, I wouldn't put it that way, but he does respect and love his mother a lot. Which isn't a bad thing. I mean, I think that all mothers should be treated with as much love and respect as-"
"Suzaku."
"Sorry. Anyway, like I said, C.C., you're doing fine. More than fine, actually."
"Well, at least he can win agains his sister in arm-wrestling," she muttered. "Are you going home now?"
"After I shower. I just wanted to ask you something before I left."
"What is it?"
When there was no immediate reply, she stopped walking down the stairs and turned around to stare at her colleague, who was standing at the top of the stairs with his hands balled into tight fists and a tense frown on his face.
"Suzaku? What is it? What's wrong?"
"C.C.!"
She started when he suddenly leapt down the ten steps and landed just a few inches in front of her. Surprised, she lost her balance and fell backwards. She felt a strange sense of déjà-vu - hadn't something like this happen before? Why was she always falling down the stairs? - and closed her eyes, bracing herself for a painful landing, when she felt her hands wrap around the cool metal of the railing of the balcony. Relief flooded her, and she opened her eyes, only to be struck by a pair of extremely worried and extremely green eyes.
"C.C., I'm sorry! I didn't mean to knock you down, I just wanted to ask you if you'd go on a date with Lelouch, I- Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? Is your ankle okay? Do you need me to go to the hospital with you again? I can if you need me to. I'm sorry, I…"
She watched as his eyes flickered past her, over her shoulder, and widen in shock and fright. The hairs on the back of her nape rose as a strange feeling washed over her. Swallowing, she shifted so that there was more than three inches between her and Suzaku, and twisted around.
C.C. only saw his back and the fallen rose petals by the door as it swung shut behind the heels of his shoes. Closing her eyes, she cursed her luck. Why was it always this goddamn ankle?
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