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Summary: C.C. is a lazy and gluttonous girl who only cares for pizza. And Lelouch is the man that may fall for her, ahem, charms.
Green Silk and Golden Orbs
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Chapter 3
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Three weeks had passed since the night at the dinner party where C.C. brutally assaulted Lelouch's feet. They didn't speak to one another since; they both had exams to tend to. On C.C.'s behalf there was no time to tease her suitor. If she didn't score good grades on her exam, her father would have her head and rant non-stop while comparing her to Kallen, the academically brilliant sibling. For Lelouch, exams were a piece of cake. He didn't even need to study. Since he wasn't studying, he was tutoring other students for the upcoming exams. And since Lelouch and C.C. were the same age and had the same type of classes, Marianne set up Lelouch to tutor the green haired maiden. Of course, Lelouch didn't know this. Just imagine his shock when he walked into his room and saw a certain girl lying down on his bed.
C.C. was aware that she was getting a tutor. Before, it was Kallen who did the tutoring but similar to Lelouch, Kallen had her own students to tutor. She didn't have the time to tutor C.C. since their subjects weren't similar at all. As for Shirley, she had a group of friends to study with and C.C. did not enjoy Shirley's group of friends. They were typical teenage girls that had 'boys' on the brain. What C.C. didn't know until she arrived at the Lamperouge Mansion was that Lelouch was her new tutor. Honestly, she didn't mind if Lelouch was her tutor. Sure, she was never fond of her suitors but Lelouch was more like her 'toy', the thing she teases every time she sees him.
"Why are you on my bed?" That was the first thing that appeared in Lelouch's mind. Of course, since it wasn't everyday or any day that he found a girl lying on his bed, head resting on his pillow as she flipped through pages of his textbook.
"It's so much softer than your chair." C.C.'s answer was said as if it was a fact. Lelouch's bed was oddly soft and firm at the same time. She had to admit it but Lelouch's bed was more comfortable for than her own bed.
Lelouch approached the side of his bed, arms firmly crossed against his chest. "C.C., I'm serious, get off. I have to tutor you for your exams next week. This isn't the time to be thinking about my bed versus your bed."
Even if C.C. hadn't said she was comparing her bed with his bed, Lelouch knew what was going on in her mind. He assumed that C.C. was the type of person to have her mind preoccupied with ideas like that.
"My bed or your bed then?" C.C. playfully asked, her tone suggestive.
Lelouch failed to give her the time of day. "Let's begin with History."
C.C. rolled herself over and propped herself up with her elbows. She was completely ignoring Lelouch.
"You didn't say 'goodbye' to me at the dinner party," she mused.
"Don't be childish, C.C.," Lelouch grumbled as he flipped through the pages of his History textbook. In Lelouch's defence, there was no way he was going to say 'goodbye' to somebody who almost flattened both of his feet.
She chuckled lightly. "Are you still angry about our dance?"
"Stop wasting time, you're supposed to be studying." Lelouch wasn't going to give into C.C.'s simple-minded conversations. He had more important things to do. After all, he was supposed to be her tutor. He peered over his book, to see if C.C. was paying at least a small amount of attention to him. Nothing. "C.C.!"
Looking over her shoulder, C.C. sent him a grimace. "I'm hungry. Can you order pizza for me first?"
Lelouch tried his hardest to keep his sanity. How on earth could his own mother to this to him? And why the hell did he always have to be loyal to his word? There was no time Lelouch had ever gone back on his word. He had never gave up on a student because as a tutor it was his responsibility to share his knowledge with the others. Even if his student was the impossible Witch, there would be no way he would give up on her. If he did, C.C. might just tease him for doing so. Actually, no matter what C.C. would torture him.
"If it gets you to study, then fine!" Reaching into his back pocket, Lelouch reached for his slim black leather wallet. He opened it and tugged out his credit card, tossing it onto her back. He also tossed her his cell phone.
Sitting up finally, C.C. flipped the sleek cellphone open and dialled in the number that was burned into her memory. "Hello, this is C.C..." A pause. "Yes, I'll have the usual but you can send it to a new address." Another pause. "I'm at 100 Hillcrest Rd., the Lamperouge Mansion."
"You hardly had to order," Lelouch stated, his expression pale.
She placed the phone down by his bedside table. "I'm their number one customer."
"Of course you are." He went back to looking at his textbook as C.C. went back to lying on his bed. Lelouch didn't know this though. "Have you studied the-" The textbook slipped through his fingers as C.C. began to flip through the pages of a photo album. A vein popped in his head. "Where did you get that?"
"Your mother."
Scowling, Lelouch grabbed the album from her slender fingers and threw it towards the door of his room. Placing his arms on either side of her, Lelouch crouched over her, face stern.
"C.C., stop fooling around. You need to study."
"You're the only boy in the world that would rather study than have a girl on his bed."
"I'm not a pervert, C.C."
Pushing him away from her with her hands fisted together, C.C. sat up straight and swung her legs over the edge of his bed. "You were an awfully cute baby. What happened?"
He snorted. "Did you forget that you called me handsome weeks ago?"
C.C. hummed silently. "Oh right, I did. I guess after going through that awkward period, you did get your good looks back."
"I did not go through an awkward period!" Lelouch tossed her the open textbook as he went to sit by his work desk. His legs were crossed when he watched her look curiously at the book on her lap. "Now, let's begin with the Edo Period."
Before his own violet eyes, C.C. shut the book and slid it off her lap, onto the plush carpet. He felt his stomach churn at the sight. And if his reflexes weren't slow, Lelouch would have reached out to grab the textbook before it hit the ground.
"Since you are my suitor, I want to know more about you," C.C. started, her voice much lighter than it had ever been. "Like why did you have a girls' haircut when you were six to eight years old?"
"How is that even important?" Lelouch retorted, patience being tested once again. "And my haircut was not that of a girl. And how many times must I repeat myself, I am not your suitor!"
"Ara, you're right, boya," C.C. commented briskly. "You are already my boy-friend in some tabloids."
Their dance at the Mayor's dinner party was highly publicized. It was more publicized than the party itself. Several photographers and people who owned cameras were there. As soon as the pair danced, flashes of white lights could be seen. Some were even recording the dance, as if they were two rare creatures interacting. The photos made their way to the front pages of many tabloids. Lelouch and C.C., in the tabloids' eyes were now a young couple in love. All lies. They were nothing close to a young couple in love except the young part.
"Can we not speak about those?"
Her amber eyes grew brighter. "Only if you at least tell me about yourself."
"When did you suddenly become interested in my life?" Lelouch answered back with a question. "Are you in love with me already, C.C.? I didn't think it would happen so fast. My charms must-"
C.C. chuckled. "Are you mimicking me, boya?"
"Perhaps."
"So, the great Lelouch does have a sense of humour," C.C. remarked. "How interesting."
His eyes slanted at her. "Did you think I was humourless?" A nod was C.C.'s answer. "How-" Lelouch stopped himself as he ran a hand through his raven locks. He groaned loudly. "Why am I giving in to your nonsense comments? We should really by studying."
C.C. looked away. "I don't want to be taught by a stranger."
"I'm not a stranger."
"But I hardly know anything about you."
"Stop being difficult, C.C."
She frowned. "You're the one that's being difficult here, Lelouch. All I want to know is a little bit about you. Is that so much to ask?"
"Is it so much to ask for you to study?" Lelouch countered.
C.C. smirked. "Touche."
Lelouch swivelled in his chair as he looked down at her. "If I tell you things about myself you might fall in love with me," he teased which earned him a snort from the green haired beauty.
"You can be really be full of yourself, Lelouch."
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"Well, this day was eventful," C.C. commented over the hum of the car engine.
The two had spent the entire day in Lelouch's room, studying History and Science. Their lessons began as soon as C.C.'s pizza arrived. All she needed was a full stomach to prepare herself for the five hour lesson. And to his surprise, Lelouch learned that C.C. wasn't all that annoying if her mind was focused on something else. Since her mind was preoccupied with learning Chemistry and the Edo Period, C.C. had no time to think of sly remarks to bombard Lelouch with. He was grateful that his temper did not arise that day.
But he had a feeling it would arise during the car ride home. C.C. had nothing to focus on any more. He was the only interesting thing within the car.
"You're quite the intelligent person," she went on, complimenting him for once, "But Kallen is much smarter." And there goes the compliment. "Kallen has always been the academically gifted one. She doesn't even need to attend school to be the number one in her class."
C.C.'s tone was different went she spoke about her sister. Lelouch could tell that C.C. was beyond proud of Kallen. It made his heart skip a couple of beats.
"You must think highly of your sister," Lelouch commented when the time was right.
"I guess you can say I am," she agreed, smiling softly afterwards. "But I also think highly of Shirley. After all the annoying things Kallen and I do to her, Shirley always remains so reserved and lady-like."
Lelouch chuckled quietly underneath his breath. "Unlike you."
C.C. sent him a spine-shivering glare. "Shut it." Stretching out her limbs, C.C. watched and listened as large raindrops fell from the sky, onto Lelouch's dark coloured vehicle. "Can't you drive any faster?"
"Do you have a death wish?" He glared at her.
"Me? No," C.C. said, her voice feigning innocence. "But as long as I'm with you, I'll be fine." Her voice cracked, finding it difficult to say that with a serious tone. After her laughter, C.C. regained her composure. "Well, that was much harder to say with a straight face than I realized."
The car slowed down once the traffic picked up. It was rush-hour and a storm was passing through; it was inevitable really. All Lelouch's violet orbs could see was a chain of red lights. There was no end. The lights trailed on for miles. If only C.C. didn't have to live quite far from his house. He wouldn't have chosen to take the high-way. Lelouch sighed heavily. Side-streets would be the same, filled with traffic. People drove with extreme caution during horrible storms; people just shouldn't leave the house anymore. Lelouch should have stayed home and let C.C. take a taxi or something. But he as a gentleman who couldn't say no to his mother.
"It must be fate." C.C.'s voice brought Lelouch to reality. "Since you refused to tell me anything about yourself earlier, fate has decided that now should be the opportunity."
Lelouch groaned. She made a point. The traffic nor weather showed signs of lightning up. And Lelouch didn't have anything to focus on. The cars in front of him weren't budging. They were at a complete halt.
"What do you want to know?" He gave in with a heavy sigh.
"Nothing really."
Lelouch scowled. "Stop playing games with me, Witch!"
"But if I stop, the atmosphere between us would be awkward," C.C. stated. "Do enjoy feeling awkward?"
"Whatever."
"Ah, the one word that could end a perfectly good conversation."
"Did you tease the other men in your life like this?" Lelouch found himself asking. Honestly, that question was supposed to be a mental question. C.C. was never supposed to hear it; Lelouch was never supposed to say it. Good thing he didn't use the word 'suitor' because he was not her suitor. Anyway, it was too late to take back the question; C.C.'s face was already slightly scrunched up as if she was thinking of an answer.
"Yes," was her short and concise reply.
Lelouch grimaced at the thought that C.C. treated him the same way she's treated the previous men in her life. Was it jealousy? Probably not but Lelouch didn't like to be treated as everyone else. It was mostly his pride that detested the answer.
"But." Her voice rang in his ears once more. "Unlike them, I quite enjoy being around you. I think I've grown quite fond of you."
"Fond of?" Lelouch repeated. "Am I a pet or something, C.C.?"
She ignored his question. "You're also the the longest suitor I've had."
"I'm not your suitor."
C.C. looked at him with her amber eyes. "Then what are you to me?"
The driver froze. What was he to C.C.? And what was C.C. to him? No, Lelouch was not her suitor, never was and never will be. But the things he was doing was something a typical suitor did. Maybe everything except the tutoring part. Then again, it's not like Lelouch wanted to do his things, his parents ordered him to do those things. He was more like a puppet and his parents were the actual suitors. His parents introduced Lelouch to C.C. with intent of him becoming her suitor. C.C. was the one his parents wanted him to marry, for the sake of his younger sister. But Lelouch did not want to court her. He didn't want to court anyone for the matter. From the stories his mother had told him, people just fall in love naturally with one another. You don't need to do splendid things to gain their love. You do splendid things because you love them. So, Lelouch couldn't court C.C. because he didn't love her. Honestly, he didn't dislike her either.
The answer was difficult for Lelouch to find. She was more than another girl at school. C.C. conversed comfortably with Lelouch. C.C. said many things that most girls around Lelouch would refrain from ever sputtering. Her mind was always spoken; she never second guessed herself. C.C. said the things she wanted without hesitation. All the girls Lelouch had come across always said prepared lines, as if they were cast in a production.
So, if C.C. was more than a girl from his school but less than a lover... What was she?
"A friend." Lelouch came to that conclusion. He hardly had friends, female friends. He thought they were hard to befriend because most of them seemed fake; Lelouch never imagined being friends with one. With C.C. being his first female friend, Lelouch had a hard time putting the pieces together.
She hummed at the answer. "A friend, huh?"
"Yes."
"This is what a friend feels like," C.C. continued, her voice sort of wispy. "I've never had a friend before."
"What-"
C.C. merrily laughed at his shocked expression. "The only men I meet are suitors and they eventually give up. I never had a chance to befriend them. As for the girls at my school, they all dislike me anyway since I speak my mind and do things as I please. Girls don't like me because of that, they think I'm wild, an outsider of their society filled with high voices and fake eyelashes."
Lelouch sputtered out a heavy laugh. "Funny, the things you listed that girls hate you for are things I listed that makes you my friend."
"So, I'm like a guy-friend then?"
"Perhaps."
"Wow, that's something a girl has always wanted to hear."
Another laugh from Lelouch. "But you're not a girl, C.C." She looked at from the corner of her eye. "Have you forgotten that you are a Witch?"
"Ara, you're right."
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