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Enjoy Chapter Six.
Chapter Six: It's Called Propaganda
"SHUT UP!"
Wild, hysterical laughter continued to fill the room.
CC rolled over onto her stomach and clutched it, pounding the ground, gasping for breath. Her vision started blurring and it was about here she realized she had started tearing up again. Never in her life had she seen something as ridiculous as that.
While it was a universally known truth that news travels quickly, it was a much more broadly known corollary that news travels faster in Japan. There were many speculations as to why news like this tended to get around quicker than regular news. Reasons like peace was prevalent and business news could only make the front page so often. Another reason was due to the affluence of the Sakura Group and any news surrounding it was important to the country.
A final reason which, in all honesty, was much closer to the truth than any of the former was that Japanese really just loved gossip.
An unspoken and promptly denied truth.
"The f-f-AHAHAHA! F-Front page! FRONT PAGE!"
Lelouch threw another pillow at her, red-faced and pitching more anger than reason or sanity at the moment.
CC scrambled away quickly, leaning back against their couch and clasped a hand over her mouth, stifling (but in all honesty, not really trying to stop) her laughter.
Normally, Lelouch wasn't prone to violence of any sort. His physical prowess rivalled that of a newborn kitten; thus he wasn't likely to be able to fight off brigands of any sort any time soon. It was this primary reason that his temper was much more questionably moderate than the average person. Like anyone else, however, Lelouch drew lines. Some actions crossed lines and some didn't.
Wallpapering every visible inch of his bedroom with the front page of an eventwhichshallforeverremainnameless was one such line-crossing activity for him.
It wasn't such a surprise Lelouch had gone from zero to ninety on the anger scale in less than three when you considered the first thing to greet him that morning.
'Sakura Group Leader Kururugi's New Love-Love Toy!'
Humiliation never had a better definition.
While he was optimistic there had just been a silly typo on the last word, something told him it wasn't and hadn't been fixed on purpose even if it was.
"Don't you lie to me, Lelouch Lamperouge, you loved it~!"
"I did not!" he screeched back, voice reaching impressive octaves.
"Liar, liar, pants on fire~!"
Lelouch lunged after her.
Scrambling to her feet, CC ducked around the back of the couch, trying to lose him around furniture.
"Hanging from a telephone wire~!"
Growling, he jumped the couch and CC just barely slipped away, running over to the stair railing, high-tailing it upstairs.
Running after her with the intent of bodily harm, Lelouch yelled various obscenities at her unsuitable to be detailed out in a story with a 'T' rating.
Just as he reached the top, he tore down the hall towards her bedroom door and—
WHAM.
—got a face full of door.
Banging on the door once with his fist, Lelouch yelled, "CC, if you don't open this door, I'll—"
"You'll what, Princess Nancy?" she challenged. "Sick your boyfriend on me?"
That left Lelouch sputtering, clearly at a loss for the means to back up the million and one empty threats in his head.
And then he heard her inhale.
"Liar, liar, pants on fire, hanging from a telephone wire~! Kissing fags~! Dressed in drag~! 'Fess up now 'cause the penalty's dire~!"
With a growl of frustrated rage, Lelouch kicked the door to CC's room as she continued to sing in between laughs before he headed back downstairs. In a few moments, CC would calm down and come back downstairs once her hysteria died. He could already hear her perky little song wither away to the dredges of a fleeting, gasping high.
To take his mind off certain events he decided to invest his time into doing something productive—like reading the letter so kindly addressed to him in semi-familiar handwriting.
It was black, cursive, and smelled faintly of lavender.
It was ominous.
Sliding the letter opener along the envelope, Lelouch pulled out the lilac-tinted piece of paper and slowly read it over.
His face lost its colour shortly after reading the address.
The amount of time he stood there, stiff as a board, was unknown, but he did register CC's arms snaking around his shoulders, tip-toeing to peer at the letter over his shoulder.
Snapping the letter closed, and away from her prying eyes, Lelouch headed for the door, leaving CC to stumble a bit from her anchor suddenly making to leave.
"Hey, what's the matter? Where are you going?"
Lelouch paused for a moment in putting his jacket on to regard her. "My—" A hand clasped over his mouth as if his gag reflex suddenly went off. "None of your business. I'm going to see Suzaku, I have to break up with him. Book a flight back to Britannia," he added, pulling his wallet out and tossing her his credit card. "We're going home."
CC's eyes widened. "We're what? You're going to what with Suzaku?"
"Breaking it off, I'll be back soon."
She reached out to pull him back for a better explanation. "Hey, wait, don't you dare break it off with our golden duc—"
SLAM.
Growling in frustration for a moment, CC huffed until her eyes fell upon the lilac-tinted letter. Picking it up off the ground, she read it.
Her eyes slowly widened and a grin spread across her lips.
"Oh~"
Picking up the piece of plastic he chucked at her earlier, CC made for the phone and speed-dialled number two.
"Yes, Pizza Hut? I'd like to order twenty large boxes of Triple Crown."
And suddenly CC found she didn't care so much about Lelouch dumping Suzaku.
'…at about 3:32 in the afternoon, one Kururugi Suzaku shared a precious moment with his new beloved, Lelouch Lamperouge. Sources indicate that Kururugi has been courting Lamperouge since meeting the young man at a business mixer. A few friends of the couple have indicated that both are very much in love with each other and have plans for marriage in the future as well as possible adoption.'
Suzaku sighed, rubbing his temple, lowering the newspaper down.
This was what he wanted, right?
A certain phrase regarding wishes and caution flitted across the surface of his mind.
Right now it was singing 'I Told You So.'
Turning back to his computer, he scrolled down the news feed further. Every other article was either questioning the identity of Lelouch or speculating on their so-called relationship. Judging by how the news forum had exploded with nearly a thousand new threads overnight with heated discussions on the topic of the day, Suzaku was right to assume Japan had nothing better to do than this.
Somewhat blankly, he looked back up at his assistant, still dictating from a stack of fresh letters sent to him. Many were without stamps as the senders had merely dropped it off at the company and addressed it to him.
" '…and I'd also like it very much if you both were more affectionate with each other in public. If you need ideas, I am very willing to offer them. For one, you can sweep him off his feet while staring deeply into his eyes while you kiss him passionately. Make sure you—uh—slide your tongue along his—erm. Later on you two can—' " Nina blushed. "Erm. 'Do things with each other.' She was really quite, er, descriptive, sir." Nina coughed and cleared her throat before continuing, " 'I know a few great love hot—' "
"That's enough," Suzaku groaned, holding his hand up.
Nina folded the paper back politely and pursed her lips slightly. "Um. What shall I do about—"
"Toss them. Shred them. Burn them, for all I care!"
His assistant squeaked at his harsh tone. "I-I'm sor—"
Suzaku sighed, calming down. "No, I'm sorry, Nina. Forgive me. It's not your fault. I don't care what you do with it all. If it's not important then just… just get rid of them."
Nina nodded and left the office without another word.
Although he hadn't heard from Kaguya all day—thankfully—his gut instincts told him she was probably too busy fanning the flames of all this media attention he was getting now.
Maybe taking the 'gay approach' wasn't the best idea he had come up with. It was great at first—he got less junk mail and it was a win-win situation all around. Now, he was getting twice as much and seriously considering implementing a proper recycling procedure.
And then his phone rang.
Flipping it out, he checked the display.
Kaguya.
It was too good to be true.
"Hello?"
"How was your first kiss with your hot new lover?"
Suzaku sighed. "Kag—"
"On national TV!"
He hung up on her and put his phone to silent.
Once again, awful memories of yesterday surfaced.
For a brief moment he considered expanding into the niche market of flavoured soaps.
There seemed to be a need for it every now and then.
Like right now.
And then his secretary light came on. Flicking it, Suzaku leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. "Yes?"
"Sir, Mister Lampe—Hey! Sir, you can't go—"
The double doors to his office opened and in strode Lelouch Lamperouge—looking somewhat terrified out of his mind and a little dishevelled. He stopped just in front of Suzaku's desk, placing both hands flat on the surface and leaning slightly.
Steadfast violet eyes connected with stunned green ones.
A few moments passed where Suzaku didn't know what to do or say.
Clearing his throat and swallowing a bit, he clasped his hands in front of him. "Lelouch, how good to—"
"I'm breaking up with you."
A pane of glass shattered somewhere in the background.
"What do you think? Red or gold?"
Milly tilted her head and hummed, scrutinizing both outfits held up for her judgement. Tapping her chin slowly in thought she swirled her finger magnanimously in the air before pointing to the red one.
"That one," she pointed out promptly after Kallen's eyes darkened from her indecision.
Kallen spun around to face the overly-large mirror. Holding the dress up to her, she tilted her head at it, envisioning herself wearing it.
The low-cut bust-line was one obvious reason Milly wanted her to wear it. The very open back and how the dress would define her bottom quite clearly was the other.
It screamed 'Hey, look at me; I'm a woman of lesser morals, come harass me!' all over.
Well, fantastic.
But it did look good on her—she had to give it at least that much credit.
Putting the red dress away, Kallen returned to her vanity and started to prepare her make-up. As she reached for her lipstick she was reminded of a fond memory. When she was dating Lelouch, he would often come inside and tell her that he preferred her without makeup because it brought out her eyes—and so she had often deigned not to wear any.
Sighing, she took the makeup remover and swathed her face all over.
Milly tilted her head the other way and blinked prominently in the background of the mirror. "Why did you just take off all your hard work?"
Kallen smiled nostalgically. "Because it brings out my eyes."
A soft smile. "You're right. It does. Miss him, don't you?"
Kallen scowled. "Miss who?"
"Your lover," Milly said easily, getting to her feet. She draped an arm around Kallen. Kallen merely sighed. "Do you really want to cuff this guy so badly? It's obvious you're still in love with him."
Pursing her lips, Kallen frowned at that comment. She had been running high on rage, adrenaline, and various flavours of Pocky Britannia wasn't privy to since arriving in Japan (including a few she had never heard of (although the ketchup and jalapeno flavour was quite tempting, Ougi warned her against)). Rational thought was the last thing she wanted to (no confusion intended) think about.
Shaking Milly off, Kallen finished fixing her hair and slipped on the red dress, adding a dash of lip gloss before turning to Milly—already set in her golden Chinese-style dress with a black dragon curling around her.
"I don't want to think about that. He emptied a bank account and he broke my heart! You know what I found coming home one day? A divorce form taped to the door with his signature on it. I… I…" Kallen held a hand to her face as tears watered out of her eyes. "I just…!" She sniffed—unable to keep a steady voice.
Milly sighed and hugged her, tilting her chin up slightly. "Aren't you glad you didn't wear makeup? Come on, our visiting Chinese Princess has a birthday party which we have invites for."
Kallen nodded and headed out of the room, drying her tears with Kleenex—which was still a dumped girl's best friend next to chocolate and cake.
Boarding the limousine, they made quick tracks for the venue of tonight's celebrations.
Lelouch glared out the window, arms folded—on the opposite side of the limousine from Suzaku. The atmosphere was thick around them and the only reprieve Lelouch got out of this situation was the fact that his pervert ex-boyfriend's hands would no longer be anywhere near him after tonight.
It was actually a pretty comforting thought.
For a brief moment Lelouch thanked that fatal letter for reaching him.
On the other hand he cursed it to Hell and back because he knew he could've gotten Suzaku's bank information in a few more weeks.
Then again, all the money in the world couldn't compensate him for acting gay in front of—
But he wasn't going to think about that because it wasn't going to happen and he wouldn't have to.
"Lelouch, please—"
"No," Lelouch stated sharply.
Suzaku sighed and Lelouch saw him twiddle his thumbs for a few moments out of the corner of his eye. Turning back to Lelouch, he tried again, "But, I really—"
"No," he repeated, a little more insistently.
Another moment of awkward silence.
"I'm sorry. Whatever I did to hurt you, I'm sorry."
Idly, Lelouch's mind registered that this was probably the first and only time that word ever sounded sincere out of his mouth.
"Apology accepted and you're forgiven."
Suzaku sighed in relief. "Thank G—"
"But I'm still breaking up with you."
His shoulders slumped in defeat and Suzaku took to tapping his finger on the arm rest close to him.
When the limousine stopped, Lelouch didn't wait for the suited man—whose job was solely to open doors all evening (poor guy)—and stepped out into the chill night air. He could hear Suzaku scrambling after him from inside the limousine. Clearly, he had thought of another desperate attempt to make Lelouch change his mind.
Suzaku had chased after him and stopped him just before entering the building where the festivities would be held, on the top floor of a hotel the Shen Hu Group owned in town—up in the executive suite.
"I can't under—"
An arm was thrown around Suzaku and Lelouch forgot all about breaking up with Suzaku to stare at—
Holy Cow!
It was Fake Suzaku from way back whenever! (Wearing another white suit.) And—
HOLY MOTHER!
—CC!
She winked at him surreptitiously when the other two weren't looking.
Fake Suzaku grinned from ear to ear and CC giggled, hanging off his arm. She wore a black Chinese dress with matching gloves and amaryllis in her hair.
"Suzaku! You dog! What a catch! He's enough to make anyone turn gay!" he exclaimed, winking at Lelouch and running lecherous eyes up and down appreciatively.
Lelouch's radar pinged softly.
Suzaku scowled. "Gino…" he growled threateningly.
Gino laughed, releasing Suzaku from his grip. "Oh, was I interrupting something? A lover's quarrel, maybe?"
Lelouch twitched.
Pressing his lips into a thin, flat line, Suzaku closed his eyes. "Gino…"
CC swatted at him playfully, giggling. "Hey now, Mr Weinberg, I just might get jealous."
Gino laughed turning back to her, pulling a hand up and kissing it. "You just might have something to be jealous of when there are guys like him out there." Gino eyed him a little longer, wagging his eyebrows suggestively before pulling CC inside. "Don't forget that this is a hotel, Suzaku! I'll make sure to let Her Highness know if… something comes up."
CC looked over her shoulder and stuck her tongue out a little at him.
Lelouch bristled slightly.
"Lelouch."
And then his attention was dragged back. Folding his arms obstinately, he looked away. "What? No."
"You're being unreasonable," Suzaku pleaded.
"I'm never unreasonable."
Suzaku snorted. "Fine, you're being stupid."
Lelouch shot him a glare. "You know what, if you—"
"Suzaku!"
The second interruption made Lelouch start to consider that perhaps the walkway wasn't the best place to have a lover's spat. For one, it obstructed traffic, and secondly it—
Kallen.
—was a really good way to meet people you didn't want to meet.
Lelouch paled.
In his mind he had exactly thirty seconds to live depending on how fast he could run and how good of a distraction he could create on the spur of the moment.
The taller blonde girl beside her who had called out to Suzaku brushed past and hugged him tightly before holding him at arms length, looking him over. "Look at you! Such a man!" She turned to look at Lelouch and skipped behind him, slipping her arms around his waist. "And look at your beau! Such a hottie!" she gushed.
He jumped slightly, but was used to the invasive touch of women and—
A gloved hand gripped over his crotch.
"Whoa—!"
"So well-endowed too," Milly purred in his ear.
Suzaku hissed at her. "Milly Ashford…"
Milly threw her head back in laughter, pulling away from Lelouch—who wasn't sure who he should be taking cover from in this situation (a self-proven pervert, his sex-offender ex-boyfriend, or the lunatic clearly intent on one thing (his protection definitely wasn't it)).
"But really, Suzaku, where have you been hiding? It's been a while," she chided playfully, hands on her hips. "And, of course, you remember Kallen, don't you?" Milly winked—like there was a secret joke between them.
Lelouch took note that Suzaku knew Kallen as they exchanged greetings and pleasantries.
"She just arrived in Japan a little while ago for—what was it again?" Milly questioned, turning to Kallen.
Kallen smiled politely. "Business matters."
Business matters involving the tarring and feathering of one Lelouch Lamperouge: Lady-killer supreme and future addition to the greater echelons of roadkill.
And then she stepped towards Lelouch, holding her hand out.
Lelouch managed to suppress the urge to cower in fear.
"Kallen Kouzuki. Milly's told me a lot about you already… even if Suzaku hasn't," she added good-naturedly with a sideways glance at Suzaku.
Sweet heaven almighty; Kallen was actually being decent.
"It's nice to meet you…"
"Lelouch Lamperouge," Suzaku supplied, rolling his eyes—seemingly eager to get over with this reunion and continue harassing Lelouch if the tapping foot was any indication.
Lelouch hesitated, feeling the aura of killing intent positively radiate off Kallen's proffered hand. Something told him that hand was laced with acid just for him. His over-active imagination saw several images of his hand shrivelling up on contact.
The red dress she wore—which was much more low-cut than usual for her taste—was sleeveless and (other than her ability to maybe break every bone in his hand) held no possibility of discreetly hiding a knife or other weapon of some sort to cause him bodily harm.
He took her hand warily and shook it once firmly before letting go. "It's… very nice to meet you too… Kallen."
The smile on her face reminded him of the days he was dating Kallen—when she held little to no homicidal feelings towards him.
It wasn't a scowl.
It wasn't a frown.
It was a smile. (And not the evil kind.)
It was weird.
And then the thought occurred to him that maybe she was just luring him into a sense of false security. Kallen was the type to do that sort of thing—and she was horribly good at it too.
"Anyway," Suzaku continued. "We'll see you girls inside. Lelouch and I… have some things to discuss. We'll chat later."
Milly looked from Suzaku to Lelouch and back again. Her lips split into a knowing grin. "Ah~ I see. Come, Kallen," she bid royally, "let's leave these lovers alone to deal with their… delicate situations."
Kallen smiled, taking Milly's arm and gave a slight curtsey to them both. "It was nice to see you again, Suzaku, I hope we can get some time to chat—" She looked his way. "—later."
No, the look of pure unadulterated evil shot his way was not just Lelouch's imagination.
He watched them both—well really only Kallen—warily as they walked up the rest of the red carpet and disappeared into the building and out of sight through the glass doors.
"—listening to me?"
He snapped his attention back to Suzaku. He looked desperate and willing to do just about anything to salvage their capsizing relationship. The look on his face was testimony of only one subject of conversation.
Folding his arms stubbornly, Lelouch looked away. "No is no." he stated bluntly, turning to head inside the hotel, leaving Suzaku to sigh heavily and follow after him.
"Why him?" Lelouch hissed discreetly. Taking a sip from the red wine that was bountiful from server to server in fluted wine glasses, he gauged the length of Suzaku's speech, where it was at, and guessed he had another good four minutes on his own with CC.
Gino stood in the wings, prepared to give his congratulations to the youngest CEO in history on behalf of Schneizel el Britannia of the Britannia Group—who was thankfully not here. Again. Once again, thankfully.
Lelouch had learned from CC (who had learned it from Gino) earlier that Tianzi was more of a figurehead for the company. The real power lay with her vice president—Li Xingke—who was a cold-hearted, ruthless bastard whose only weakness and sense of humanity was Tianzi. This was good because Tianzi was the sweetest kid Lelouch had ever met.
It was an odd relationship and Lelouch found he didn't want to ponder it for too long.
CC giggled. "Because he's cute, available, and, believe it or not, we found each other arguing over the merits of provolone compared to Swiss." She winked. "I won."
Lelouch deadpanned, "I'm very happy for you. When did this happen and why didn't you tell me?" he questioned in a more urgent tone. "Do you know who that guy represents!?"
Another drink of wine.
Snorting, she folded her arms, turning her nose up away from him. "You didn't know until I told you five minutes ago, Nancy. Don't give me that."
"That's not the point!" Lelouch hissed. "He's affiliated to—"
"That's enough for you, young man." CC confiscated the only glass of wine he had tonight from his hands, draining the rest of the contents.
Lelouch opened his mouth to—
"We don't want any more accidents do we?"
—shut it instantly.
Horrible suppressed images fluttered back through his mind.
Folding his arms frustratedly, Lelouch turned his eyes back on the stage where Gino was now present.
"At any rate, I don't like you being so involved this time. Especially not with him."
CC glared at him, pulling off another glass of wine from a wandering server and draining half with a displeased scowl on her face. "And why is that? You're not my father."
While CC didn't adhere to anyone's wishes—least of all his—she would acquiesce them every once in a while if he made a good enough argument. Complete with sound reasoning and perfectly acceptable bribes.
Or if she just couldn't stand the whining any more.
(Lelouch found the latter to be cheaper and easier to obtain.)
"Because…"
CC folded her arms expectantly.
Lelouch looked away from her. "Because he's not good enough for you."
CC's eyebrows shot up in surprise before lowering. A warm smile replaced her scowl of disapproval. Snaking an arm up his chest and around his neck, CC kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"Alright then, I'll listen, Daddy." She winked.
Before Lelouch could say anything, arms seized his middle possessively and pulled him up against a broad frame and away from CC.
Typical repulse reactions kicked in.
CC laughed and her shoulders shook. Flipping her hair casually, she placed the unfinished glass of wine back in Lelouch's hand.
"Looks like I'm being hated. I'll see you later, Lelouch." CC winked again, more suggestively, and slipped away.
A kiss was placed against Lelouch's cheek, right where CC had kissed him earlier. Lelouch shuddered slightly and his mind blanched. It was creepy how familiar his touch was getting to be—still as revolting as the first day he met Suzaku—but recognizable enough for him to recognize who it was.
Even so.
It didn't stop his chastity-preservation instincts from kicking in as he struggled.
Suzaku tightened his grip. "Don't leave me. Not for her. Don't think I didn't see you two from the front—hiding all the way in the back here."
The anxious tone in his voice made Lelouch feel a type of guilt he wasn't really accustomed to. Part of it was that this would be the first time he left a job halfway done. The other part of it was that he was accused of leaving the job for completely unrelated reasons.
(A third part was all the money he was leaving behind. In Lelouch's mind it was crying.)
Usually, CC went unnoticed. The girls never knew who she was and he never enlightened them of her presence. So Suzaku catching her and assuming that she was the other 'person,' since he was gay (which he wasn't) thinking Lelouch was gay (which he also wasn't), never crossed his mind as a red flag to avoid.
But maybe Suzaku thinking this wasn't such a bad thing. Technically, he was leaving the country with her to head back home.
"Have… you two met?"
Suzaku nodded—Lelouch could feel it on his shoulder. "I've been to your house twice and she was there both times. Speaking of which…" Suzaku reached for the wine glass and drained it. "None of that for you."
Lelouch scowled but made no protest.
Clearly, he wasn't allowed wine.
(With good reason.)
"Suzaku, we aren't—"
"I love you," Suzaku whispered hotly into his ear.
A trump card.
Number eight in a game of crazy eights.
Get Out of Breaking Relationship Free Card.
"That…"
Lelouch looked around for an escape. CC was a little ways over, watching quietly before sliding her gaze back up on the stage where Gino was still delivering a speech on behalf of certain individuals with less social inhibitors than the average person. Everyone else had their attentions also transfixed up on the stage.
"…doesn't—"
Suzaku spun him around in his arms and held his eyes. "Don't say my love doesn't matter, Lelouch!"
Lelouch's eyes widened. He had heard that before—from someone else; from someone very important to him; from someone just before he sh—
Don't say my love doesn't matter, Lelouch!
And suddenly he wasn't staring at Suzaku anymore.
Unshed tears filled his eyes.
"I—"
"—Mr Britannia would also like for us all to take a moment of silence to commemorate a death in his family," Gino announced from the stage, clasping his hands and bowing his head solemnly.
Lelouch's head snapped over as eyes flew up to the stage and his heart seized.
A cold chill washed over him and his eyes widened while everyone else bowed their heads respectfully. Worrisome thoughts flew by at mile a minute as he started to convulse slightly.
There was a death in the family?
He suddenly felt sick to his stomach and guilt filled his conscience—that he couldn't be reachable for something like this—that this had to be second-hand knowledge for him. He held a hand over his mouth, afraid he would throw up as his stomach started to churn.
Which one of his family had died?
Terror and dread shook him and the next thing he knew Suzaku was shaking him with a worried look in his eyes. He asked softly, "Lelouch, are you alright?"
"I'm—"
"Who was it that passed away?" someone in the crowd near the front asked politely.
Gino blinked and looked back at the note, eyes scanning the message.
Lelouch held his breath.
"Oh, ah Lulu—"
His eyes widened. His family thought he was—
"His… pet spider," Gino continued. He fidgeted slightly, clearly embarrassed by the admittance.
Crickets could be heard chirping.
"Lelouch, are you—"
"I'm fine," he stated, cutting Suzaku off. "I just…" Anger bubbled momentarily and then died with the realization that the only outlet was thousands of miles across ocean in another country on another continent. Probably laughing. "It's nothing."
That evil eight-legged demon had been the cause of many a nightmare and quite a severe case of arachnophobia. What was worse was that Schneizel had named his beloved monster after him.
Even so, Lelouch had to thank Schneizel in the back of his mind for bringing him back to reality with this stupid distraction.
No matter how much he still wanted to kill him for everything he was put through.
Once again, he pushed the traumatizing, pie-filled childhood memories to the back of his mind.
And then he saw the handkerchief Suzaku was holding dab at his face.
Lelouch blinked and realized something.
"You're crying," Suzaku stated simply. "Tell me why you want to break up, Lelouch. 'Just because' isn't a good enough reason for me."
"I just—"
"Hey, Suzaku."
Liquid fear filled Lelouch's veins.
(And, honestly, was he not allowed to finish a sentence longer than a few words?)
Suzaku tore away from him reluctantly to see Kallen. "What's up, Kallen?"
Turning to regard her, Lelouch recognized the sharp glint of mal-intent sparkling in her eyes.
"Can I talk to you?"
Lelouch turned away. "In that case, I'll—"
"Both of you?"
A red timer in Lelouch's head turned on like the countdown for those bombs in movies; it flashed 'You have exactly fifteen minutes to live' in a red, threatening glow. Just like in the movies he was also given a choice: Red or blue?
Unlike in the movies, though, both options would probably detonate the bomb anyway.
Comment:
I would name my pet spider Lulu if I didn't have a real case of arachnophobia too. And the other half of that song was my own pain-staking doing. Completely mine.
Okay, so guys, I've given you a lot here; tell me a joke. Leave it in your review. First person to make me belt out laughing gets something special from the next chapter. You've seen six chapters of stupid stuff that amuses me. Come on, can't be that hard.
And also, I'm curious, what kind of fruits do you guys like? I prefer lychee and coconuts myself. Better yet, surprise me, tell me about a fruit I might not have heard of. I'm a fruity kind of person. (Pun intended.)
Anyway, see you in Chapter 7.
Please R&R.
- Minute Maid
Beverage of Queens.
(Wait a minute, I have to write a Chapter 7??)
