A collection of drabble - mainly C.C.xLelouch, with maybe a sprinkling of SuzakuxEuphemia and such.

There were three things that Lelouch vi Britannia hated admitting to anyone – not even to his sister or mother – and they were that he wrote romance novels for a living, that he had a rather… soft disposition towards cats, and that he was probably owner of the sweetest sweet tooth known to man in the 21st century. So what to do when he's faced with all three in the same day?

Little did he know what would transcend the moment he let her slip out of his arms and onto the train.