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Part VIII
White Apple
8/13/2011 10:29 AM
"No" Lelouch said firm, his arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrow, mouth just a thin line of pressed lips.
"Please," Suzaku begged, his hands held out at his sides.
It was absolutely pouring this time, and the lateness of hour made it all the worse. Normally they two of them would be sitting down to dinner at this point. Suzaku would tell Lelouch that it was great, as usual,. Lelouch would smile already knowing that Suzaku would always say that and has always said that, even if it wasn't wonderful, which it was because Lelouch made it. They would continue talking as they ate, as they always did (talking was the only real glue—besides sex—that held them together) and would end up doing the dishes and then lounging on the couch, still talking. They possibly might have even watched a movie or, Suzaku would ask Lelouch to read or if Suzaku was lucky he might get Lelouch to play a card game with him—but only if he was really really lucky. And all of this would be done exactly according to plan because that is what they did when it rained, and it was raining so that was what they were supposed to be doing.
"No," Lelouch repeated, stronger this time, widening his stance from his place on the front porch.
Suzaku was soaked to the bone at this point, having stood in the same place for the last ten minutes of the argument. The work coat even looked soaked through along with the heavy denim jeans and steel toe boots.
"Lelouch, please!" Suzaku went on, offering a hand out now, open palmed, like he was trying to get his point across physically if need be.
"No," Lelouch reaffirmed. "I am not having that thing in my house."
"It's a dog." Suzaku snapped.
Lelouch looked down at the mutt standing parallel with Suzaku. The thing looked utterly doused and yet still happy as can be—stupid animal. With a bit of distain showing on his face, Lelouch also noticed the collar fastened around the animal's neck and the leash that Suzaku had looped over his arm—the price tag was still attached.
"It is not coming into my house." Lelouch hissed.
Suzaku gave an impatient, annoying noise in his throat. "I'm not just going to let him sleep out on the porch."
"Of course not," Lelouch said, with a tilt of his head. "You're going to take it back where ever you picked it up and put it back."
Suzaku looked almost confused for a moment before he spoke. "It's not like I just picked him up from Wal-Mart. He's a living thing and I can't just take him back with a receipt and hope they'll give me my money back."
"You're right," Lelouch chided. "You don't need a receipt. You can just drop it off anywhere you choose."
"Arggh!" Suzaku let out in frustration. "Come on, Lelouch, at least act like you have a heart.
Lelouch turned. "Get rid of it Suzaku, I have dinner on the stove already."
"Great," Suzaku said.
At the sound of Suzaku's voice so close, Lelouch turned back to see that him and the—mutt were ascending the stairs to the porch. Sharp, violet eyes instantly narrowed as those filthy paws made contact with his pristine white steps, and Lelouch pivoted. "I thought I made it clear that little house guest wasn't invited."
"I'm not leaving him out here." Suzaku said firm, taking the last step up onto the porch.
Lelouch almost took a step back towards the door, but instead opened his mouth to counter—
"It's pouring out, for God's sake Lelouch," Suzaku beat him to it. "Just let him in for the night even,"
Again, Lelouch's eyes returned to the ragged mutt. His eyes skirted around that nice blue collar around its neck and the leash attached, now clenched in Suzaku's fist. Lelouch wouldn't be surprised if Suzaku had already picked out a name. His eyes went back to that matted fur. The animal dearly needed a bath and grooming and probably a flea collar. A deep sigh escaped his throat. Suzaku had to work all the next week and it would probably be raining just as long.
"Fine," Lelouch bit out. He turned on his heel, more of storming into the house than anything else. "One night," he proclaims as he crosses the threshold of the doorway and tries not to think of the muddy prints that would be trailing behind him.
Only eight hundred word this time, but in my defense the full onset of college has sunk in and I am feeling the pressure. This is the only story that has gotten any attention and it's because this is quickly turning into a project just to keep me writing more than anything else. But I hope you guys had a fantastic week and that this weekend will be even better!
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