It's finally Suzaku's birthday! Praise the creators of Code Geass! XD This was a tricky job because I didn't know how to put it into Suzaku's point of view with all the ideas (more like snippets though) I had but finally, I found the perfect idea for Suza-chan. So, enjoy!

Note: This is slightly different from the original story. More like there will be no Zero and Lancelot business I guess? I tried not to change too much but the setting is still in Ashford Academy.

Our Days

Suzaku: Blissful Days

"The prince found the sleeping princess in the locked tower. As the prince approached, he was totally captured by the beauty of the princess. Hypnotized by the fairness of the maiden, he perched lightly by the princess's bedside and leaned forward to kiss the one true love kiss to break the spell."

I was a puppet to the puppeteer Milly, moving as she narrated the story over the microphone in the room opposite the stage. But it wasn't all that bad. Because, first, the princess lying on the bed is actually a prince so there's no whatsoever of losing anything even if we kiss. We, as in, me, Suzaku, a guy, the acting prince and Lelouch, the real prince, acting as a princess. Plus, Lelouch had cleverly tilted his head so it would seem like I kissed the princess but in real, my lips never so much as touch him. It was only because I agreed to this condition, more like forced to agree actually, that Lelouch grudgingly accepted the princess role. He was supposed to be the prince but there was a war break-out among the girls on who would play the princess so it had to be resorted to this.

Second, I like Lelouch. To be able to be so close to him was just pure happiness. I was glad he chose me to be the prince because he trusts me. Because he thinks that I'm a person that would not attack him. Oh, how wrong is he to think that way if so. I just did not want to break our fragile relationship with my own selfishness but it doesn't mean I did not yearn for it. It made my heart ache every time I thought of the impossibility. In this world, there is no one more important than Nunnally in Lelouch's heart.

"The princess's eyes fluttered softly like butterflies before opening, waking up finally from the evil curse."

I could never answer why those amethyst eyes always somehow made my heart fill with warmth. There used to be a glint of hatred when we were young but they disappeared, replace by trust. A glimmer of mischief flitted through as 'the princess' smiled at me. Holding my shoulders to restrain a shrug, I returned the smile. I held a hand to help the princess up, sliding another under his thin legs to carry him in a princess style out of the stage, following Milly's happily ever after ending.

However, once we vanished into the dark curtains and the applause from the outside began, that was when all hell breaks loose.

"What happily ever after?" Lelouch screeched as he stepped into the dressing room, ripping the wig off and throwing it onto the floor, stomping in a very un-princessly manner. I could only chuckled and shrug.

"Well, it's all over now," I soothed the ragging, hissing cat as he scrubbed his face vigorously with makeup removal solutions.

"Nooo!" The scream came as the door was flung open roughly, President Milly jumping onto Lelouch to stop him.

"I told you there will be after show shots! Suzaku, why didn't you stop him?" She grabbed my collar and shook me with strength that was unimaginable for women. Really, never mess with this girl as my teeth chattered when I tried to smile and apologize.

"Leave Suzaku. I had enough of your whims. The show ended nicely, didn't it? Deal's done!" Lelouch pulled the back of my collar and dragged me to my place, dumping me a bunch of bottles into my arms, instructing me on how to clean off the makeup they applied on me though it was not really necessary. Milly was still fuming as he ignored her.

"Fine! You'll come to the wrap up party, whether you like it or not! It's going to be held in the clubhouse and I've told Nunnally about it." Lelouch groaned while I stood still, letting his pale hands rub my face with cooling substance I never bothered to know. If I get such treatments, I seriously think acting with Lelouch isn't that bad at all.

….

"What's with her anyway? Why do I have to listen to her?" Lelouch held the cup, swaying all over the place as he continued to complain about Milly. Far away, Milly was smiling impishly. Her eyes were eyed on the glass Lelouch was holding which told me immediately she was up to no good. I pounced on Lelouch before he could get any further from me, snatched the glass and held it to my nose. Indeed, the punch was spiked with alcohol. I sighed, wondering how many did Lelouch had as I held on to his hand, thinking of what to do when he folded neatly into my arms, asleep just like the princess in the act.

"Ohohoho! And now, it's time!" Milly loudly exclaimed as she spotted the limp prince I was supporting.

"What are you gonna do, President Milly?" I asked with a soft sigh.

"Oh, nothing much. Bring him to his room." I blinked at the instruction. Did I hear wrongly? That Milly, is not going to do anything? And she's asking me to bring him back to his room? I was rather tired after the whole day event and was glad to comply. I excused myself and for the second time in a day, I carried the prince like a princess in my arms. Secretly, I could not help feeling happy with that weight in my arms.

Only when I reached Lelouch's room, I understand Milly's plan. In my exhaustion, I forgot that Lelouch would cling on to anyone who carried him like a panda when he's knocked out, namely me, since I usually am the only one who had the strength to carry him. Sighing inwardly, I brought the sleeping panda to Nunnally's room, telling the giggling girl I would stay over. Why was I not surprise that the girl was on the phone with Milly. I sighed again.

Sleeping with Lelouch was not a bad thing. In fact, it was more than I hope for but it doesn't reduce the pain I feel. So near, yet so far. As I lay next to him, watching his peacefully sleeping expression lit by the moonlight, I felt the serenity of the moment washing me away as well. Lightly brushing off his bangs from his forehead, I leaned nearer so that my lips would land gently on the paleness of his skin.

Without notice, he spread his arms to circle around me, hugging me. The closeness was bitter sweet.

"I love you…" There came the soft whisper, as soft as his breathing was until I thought it was my dream. It had to be, I thought strongly as I drifted off into oblivion.

….

The birds were chirping when he stirred in my arms. I remained still, unmoving, knowing that he usually would jump up and yell with shock which he expect would wake me up. The routine was him, blushing furiously while muttering strings of apologies and reasons.

But today, he sat up slowly. Was he trying to sneak out without waking me? He could always come up with a reason that he loaned his bed to me and he was sleeping somewhere else.

My eyes snapped open when I felt the soft, moist pressure on my lips. His face was so close, his eyelashes fluttering. When he opened his eyes and saw that I was awake, he sprang away like usual.

"I'm sorry!" He was blushing red as he looked down, staring hard at his hands.

"Lelouch?" I called his name softly, reaching a hand to caress the pink cheek of his. Lifting his chin, I saw his eyes were a pool of molten amethyst, brimmed with colorless liquid that shone and glimmer like diamonds. Finally, the pool overflowed but only the colorless liquid poured out. He was trembling but his eyes never left mine.

"Why are you crying?" I asked as I brushed my thumb over his tears.

"Be-Because I love you… I love you. I love you. I love you."

I swore it was just a dream. But how can lips from a dream feel so warm as I touched them with mine? How can his soft sigh be so sweet if this is a dream?

"I love you too, Lelouch."

Without noticing, we laid there repeating those words softly to each other the entire morning.

And those were our blissful days.

….

Little did I know, I was still a puppet, strings pulled by the puppeteer Milly.

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That's all! Very little angst here. I used it all up in my other story. Sorry! If this story feels very calm and sleepy, I would say it's because I'm feeling very calm and sleepy now so it reflects my mood. XD Oh well, happy birthday, Suzaku! I hope you will continue loving Lelouch like how all of us wants (ditch Euphemia! Not that I have any grudge against her but hey, Suzaku is Lelouch's!)

Review and perhaps suggestion on what you would like to see for Lelouch's birthday? I wouldn't guarantee I would write it the way you want but I might. Might…

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