Title: With You Once More

Author: Misaki4everDead

Rating: T

Pairing: Lelouch and Euphemia

Genre: Romance/Family/Humor/Adventure

Summary: Who'd ever thought they were to meet again? Can a terrorist be changed back to what he once was? Or will royalty finally come to see eye to eye with the other side?

Disclaimer: I don't own Code Geass.

~Ashford Academy: Club House: Lelouch's Room: 1:00 pm~

He had been sitting at his desk for about an hour now just thinking. Not about school, or the Black Knights, or Zero. Not even about his green haired companion who slept in his bed, which she claimed for herself, and ate pizza 24/7. Hell, he wasn't even thinking up his next move for his plans to take down Britannia. Instead, a certain someone caught his attention and it wasn't till he caught a glimpse of an old photo that had been hiding in one of his nightstand drawers.

Lelouch held in his hand a picture that was taken around 10 years ago from his childhood. Now it took a lot to make Lelouch go soft, but this one picture had made his heart yearn for his childhood. The childhood before all that was impure had come down and shattered his world.

Right in the middle of the picture, young Lelouch stood in a navy blue pants and white button down shirt and navy blue vest. His hair was nicely combed and perfectly cut like the perfect little prince he was. He was about 7 or 8 years old in the photo.

In front of him was his younger sister Nunnally who was 4 at the time. She was dressed up in a beautiful and frilly pink dress with many ribbons and lace. Her light brown hair was done up in two ponytails on the side of her head. She wore the brightest smile and her eyes were wide with innocence. How Lelouch wished to see those lavender eyes of hers again.

Then on his right was his beautiful mother, Marianne. She was wearing a white fitted dress with a white hat to match. Her long, wavy black hair tumbled down her back and over her shoulders. Her face held a sweet and motherly smile as she watched her children. He will never be able to see his mother smile down at him again.

Then finally, clinging to his left arm was his half-sister, Euphemia. She was a few months younger than him so she would have been the same age. She smiled as if she had no care in the world. A lavender silk dress adorned her small frame. It hugged her at the top, but from the waist it fell freely. A white ribbon was tied around her waist and tied in a large bow in the back. Her long cherry blossom colored hair was pulled back into a high ponytail with her bangs curled at the right of her face to her jawline. A crown of small white flowers graced her hair as she looked the part of the perfect little princess.

To Lelouch, Euphemia was so beautiful. He remembered when they both used to play in his mother's rose garden. He loved how she could brighten up the atmosphere anywhere she went. He smiled at their memory, but it soon faded. He had to face that they were now in two different worlds.

She was a royal princess who dressed in fine clothing and had people waiting on her hand and foot. As for himself, well he was now no more than a common Britannian school boy. Stripped of his title and banished along with his crippled little sister. Lelouch may have not been able to see Euphemia in person anymore but he still saw her on the television and saw her in magazines or read about her in the newspaper he read every day. Her beauty could only be appreciated in person. He was amazed at how much she had developed in all of the right places too.

That thought made him blush like a teenage girl so he pushed it to the back of his mind. He was ashamed at himself for thinking these inappropriate thoughts about his half-sister, but he just couldn't get Euphemia off of his mind. This had never happened before, so why now?

Lelouch sighed and turned to his bedside clock. It was a little after one o'clock in the afternoon. Turning to look out the bedroom window, a thought popped in his head.

Why not go for a walk? He felt her deserved it after all, playing terrorist and school boy was a tedious thing even for him. He needed a break now and again. He was lucky he even had time to sleep.

Standing up, he walked over to the closet for a new change of clothes. It was quite a spacious closet, a walk in, and neatly organized. Just like everything else in his life, kind of. Lelouch decided on something light and casual for the summer weather. After a good ten minutes of changing, he looked himself over in the long full length mirror on one of the walls in his room and let is ego show as he thought he looked sexy.

His outfit consisted of a short sleeve, navy blue button down shirt left open showing a white wife beater underneath. For pants he donned a pair of dark blue jeans and white tennis shoes to complete his look. Today, Lelouch was going have a little fun. If he only knew what was to become of his day.

~Tokyo Settlement: Government Bureau: Princess Euphemia's Room: 1:00 pm~

Euphemia Li Britannia had eventually lost count of how many times she resented her position as the Sub-Viceroy of Area 11. Well, it wasn't like she truly hated it, she was trying her best in her position to help this country but it was only that she hated what Britannia had done to Japan. And so by being a princess of Britannia, she was forced to do what she was told to do. Whenever she thought about these things, all she wanted to do was go out and take out her frustrations on shopping or maybe a little walk through a nice park.

Euphemia loved to go down by the shopping district. There were the nicest stores with all the latest fashion and designer brands. Being a princess she was expected do dress regally and be decorated in gems and crowns. While that was all fine and dandy, Euphemia found the clothes here in Japan were very cute and she couldn't help but want to try on everything she saw. Japan was big on the fashion industry.

It absolutely sickened her how her own home country could have such hatred toward the Japanese. They were all human so what was the point? How could they take away a nations title and rights like it was child's play and strip people down to just numbers? By carrying the title of a Britannian princess, it made her look like she was also a bad person. Euphemia just needed to escape right now, as she liked to say, from every problem in her life. She knew escaping wasn't an option. She had to stay strong for those who look up to her. What kind of role model runs away?

The familiar and well known walls of her room seemed as if they were closing in on her. She suddenly felt Closter phobic. Taking in a deep breath, she needed to calm herself. She turned from her lying position on her bed to look at her grand ivory piano by her floor to ceiling window and absentmindedly began thinking.

It was only one in the afternoon. Euphemia hadn't gotten much sleep last night and was planning to catch up on that today. She hadn't slept since yesterday morning because she was consumed by too much work. She could just imagine how neglected her bed must feel from lack of use from it owner. These meetings were starting to get out of hand. She would have to talk to her sister about this because surely Cornelia wouldn't want her baby sister to over work herself. Euphemia loved how she was able to get out of things using her sister's help.

She hadn't fallen asleep until about five this morning and it wasn't even in her own bed. She had fallen asleep at her work desk until a female worker, who had a large file of important papers for her to sign, had woken her up and asked if she was alright. So really she only had maybe two hours of sleep until seven this morning. She was exhausted but she didn't want to sleep. She wanted to be up and about.

That was one thing about Euphemia she never did anything she didn't want to unless it couldn't be helped or if it was of her own free will. She never liked taking orders from people if they were unreasonable to her nature or if they were just plain ridiculous. Ever since she was a little girl, she was perceived as the weak one, or the naïve one. She felt that was only because she was never given a chance to prove her strengths. Not so much physically but she was clever and a fast thinker.

In her private time, she would test herself on strategies and problem solving, training her mind to overcome scenarios and complex situations. She realized that these were essential for someone in her position as a figurehead. Even though it didn't matter to anyone else, she believed it would someday come in handy.

But today, she would forgo the tedious pile of paperwork she had brought back to her room with her. She glanced over at the offending stack of papers sitting on her desk. She never knew paperwork could be such a daunting thing.

Turning back onto her back, she made up her mind about how to spend her day. What any girl would want to do when they were bored. Go shopping of course.

Yes, this will help her take her mind off of things. She can forget about the burdens of royalty for a while and be free for a few hours. She wasn't really needed for much anyway even if she was Sub-Viceroy. Cornelia took care of everything anyways so there would be no harm in taking some time to off. No one would miss her and Suzaku was taking care of business with Lloyd on the Lancelot.

Euphemia shot up from her bed and quickly walked over to her master bathroom. She stripped down to nothing and decided on taking a short warm shower. Five minutes passed and the pinkette stepped out of the steaming bathroom that could be a spa at the moment with all the steam. Walking into her massive closet, wrapped up in a white short towel with one on her head, she began looking around for an outfit while using the towel to dry her hair.

I was hot out some something simple and light weight would be good for today. After rummaging through a few drawers and racks, she decided on a pair of white shorts that showed off her long and smooth legs and hugged her well-toned bottom but was comfortable. Along with her white shorts, she threw on a cream yellow tank top, hugging her curves gracefully, and then over that a light washed sleeveless denim vest. On her feet she had 2 inch wedged white heels with white ribbons that ties in a crossing pattern up her legs and stopped mid-calf and tied in a little bow at the back. To finish things off she put on two gold bracelets and applied a light pink shine of lip gloss and light pink eye shadow.

Walking out the closet, the pinkette moved to her dresser and sat down to style her long hair. She decided to pull it up into a simple high ponytail and let it fall in curls down to the middle of her back. Looking at her reflection, Euphemia seriously considered getting a little bit of it cut but was still debating. Over all Euphemia thought she looked cute all dolled up and ready for some fun. She was sure that she would catch a few wandering eyes and maybe a few hearts. Euphemia never denied the fact that some guys saw her as eye candy and she had to admit it was fun being ogled by cute boys. She wished so much to be like normal girls sometimes who got to go on dates.

Sighing to herself, Euphemia grabbed her pink coach bag and also a pair of sunglasses on her way out the door. Once she closed it behind her, she looked up and down the long hall way for signs of any people. It not that she was scared that people would see her, but if someone saw her dressed the way she was, she was sure they would tell Cornelia about it. That's how she usually got into trouble. The servants and guards were all instructed by her sister to let them know what she was up to.

Making sure no one was around to catch her, she quietly made her way through the hallways and avoided main stairways and slipped out through the servant's quarters. She was not about to let anyone ruin her fun today.

~Masaki~