Finally something a little less depressing! It was written at three in the morning because I am an insomniac, sorry if it doesn't make much sense.
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Lelouch liked to create the illusion that everything was still normal.
And, sometimes, Suzaku was delusional enough to believe he was still ten years old.
When they were together, at least in the beginning, it was so simple to pretend time stopped moving on August 9, 2010 a.t.b. And that they grew up together, best of friends, and everything they were in that moment.
The soldier pulled away, but still held either side of the prince's face in his hands. He couldn't help but chuckle as a pink flush danced across the fair toned cheeks.
"You know, I was the first one to kiss you then, too." Suzaku teased.
An aggravated groan shattered in his throat, violet eyes narrowing. He wanted to quite literally smack that cheeky grin off his friend's face; but the consequences for hitting Japan's Strongest Boy would result in more than being pinned up against the wall.
Even if any pain Suzaku caused him was in a (mostly) joking matter.
"Don't bring up ancient history!"
"Seven years hardly counts as ancient history, Lelouch."
Suzaku took a full step back, letting his hands fall to his sides as dead weight. His olive eyes fell from Lelouch's face, deciding it was a good time to study the lovely tile pattern.
"What!" The prince snapped, pushing himself off the wall.
The brunet looked back up at his friend. Olive eyes shimmering under a fine layer of well placed tears.
"Don't you want me?" Suzaku asked trying his best to sound hurt, but there was an unmistakable giddiness under the faux tears.
"Shut up," Lelouch sighed and rolled his eyes. But before he could respond any farther, Suzaku had him pinned to the wall once more.