Author: Angel-wing2
Language: English

Rating: Fiction Rated: T
Genre: Romance/Humor

Disclaimer: Sunrise owns Code Geass. Hopefully, this won't be the last time I have to say this.

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Chapter 9

"Love makes the tamest spirit wild, and the wildest spirit tame."

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Lelouch sat at his study staring at the calculus book boredly. He was supposed to be studying for upcoming finals. Even Ashford didn't give him a break. It was a dull, dull subject that he found easy. Inevitably, his thoughts kept wandering back to a certain green-haired girl.

Witch put a spell on him, that's what.


Suzaku stared in shock at the letter in his hands, an invitation to Kallen Stadfeld's debutante party. It was alright to attend her party..but it clearly stated in the invitation that the official Escort to the debutante was....Suzaku Kururugi. Unless there were other Suzaku Kururugis around that would mean, it was him.

Did she...like him now? Suzaku shook his head in denial. There must be some kind of mistake.

Kallen nearly ripped her invitation into shreds as she stared at a large velvet-covered pink and red missive. In the chaos of the past week she had all but forgotten her own birthday. Having an outdated coming-out party was already kind of annoying, but this was the last straw, why was that chauvinist her escort?

Lady Cecile entered with a dozen maids all bearing debutante gowns. "These are your gowns dear, go pick one for your big night!" she cooed.

Kallen fought the urge to roll her eyes. What the hell!


Suzaku was walking his horse to the stable, still wondering about his predicament. Maybe Kallen wanted him as her escort so she could kill him at the party. It was a possibly. Stubborn tomboy still holding a ridiculous grudge. Too bad, he really thought she was cute, although being the way she was, you could forget she was a girl altogether.

He was still lost in thought when a hand clamped over his mouth and before he knew it, Suzaku was struggling in the hay. He fought back, but his attacker was too fast.

"Stop struggling. Suzaku." A voice whispered angrily, and the attacker kicked him in the shin painfully.

Suzaku winced, "Kallen?" he turned around with much difficulty and confirmed that it was indeed her. "Couldn't wait for the party, huh?" he asked.

Kallen looked at him in annoyance. "That was Lady Cecile's idea." She scoffed and attempted a poor imitation of Lady Cecile's "Oh, because you two are such good friends, I thought he'd make a splendid escort."

Suzaku laughed at this, but stopped when Kallen glared at him. "Not funny."

He scooted closer to her. "Am I that bad, really?"

Kallen frowned. "Can't you like leave the country or something?"

The brown-haired young man moved in for the kill. Why did it seem that they were forever bickering over anything and everything? "Not happening." He said.

Kallen wanted to inch away from this intrusion to her personal space but found that she was frozen to the spot. She felt light-headed and suspected that her face had turned as crimson as her hair. She had come here to tell Suzaku off, but why was she the intimidated one now?

Suzaku buried his nose in her hair and sniffed, Kallen smelled like lilacs and Japanese green tea. He boldly brushed away a few wispy strands of hair that had fallen across her smooth cheek, amazed that she wasn't punching him already. Placing his head on the crook of her neck, he murmured. "Let it be me, Kallen."

At Kallen's party, Lelouch found himself in front of a large oak-framed bathroom mirror talking to himself. He was expecting C.C. to be present and was wondering what to say to her.

"Since everyone thinks we eloped and I had my way with you C.C., just be my fiancé already." Lelouch said to a mirror. He shook his head. Bad lines.

"Since my mother chose you for me, you have no choice, do you?" Lelouch tried again. Why did it sound so idiotic?

"..."

Lelouch nearly stumbled backwards. "What are you doing here? How long have you been standing there, Witch?"

C.C. smirked from where she stood at the door. "You were using the bathroom too long. Isn't it a bit too late to be practicing pick-up lines?"

Lelouch scowled and held his arm out to her. C.C. smiled and took it. Since she was here already, he'd make her fall for him. It probably wouldn't be too hard. He hoped.

C.C. was wearing a dramatic midnight blue velvet brocade dress cut low and beaded with thousands of crystals. Her emerald hair was loose and curled slightly at the ends. She looked like an Empress already, and certainly acted like one, Lelouch thought. An equal, most definitely his equal.


"Presenting, the debutante Lady Kallen von Stadfeld, and her Escort Lord Suzaku Kururugi" The nobles clapped politely as the reluctant couple descended the wide oak staircase.

Kallen was dressed in a frothy satin and lace debutante gown so frilly, she could not have chosen it. Lady Cecile chose it again this time. It was still very elegant with its mother-of-pearl embroidery and tulle. The redheaded girl smiled brightly as photographers took their pictures. When will the hurting stop?

"Aren't you glad you let me be your escort?" Suzaku asked as they twirled across the marble ballroom floor for the debutante's dance.

"Don't push it." Kallen said.

Suzaku grinned.

At nearly midnight, the party was still in full swing. It was so noisy in the ballroom that C.C. and Lelouch had relocated to an outdoor table in the garden beside a fishpond. The white paper lanterns hung on the low trees were so dim that C.C. could see the moon reflected on the still water. She was distracted for a while staring at the pale orb in the sky while nibbling on a pizza slice. It was then she noticed that Lelouch was imbibing wine like it was water.

"Aren't you drinking a bit too much?" C.C. asked with a raised eyebrow.

Lelouch looked at her wine glass and raised it. "Your eyes are the same color as the amber champagne, C.C.? Odd."

They had been left by themselves for most of the evening, suspiciously so. Lelouch had been drinking

a lot, and as C.C. guessed correctly, he had nearly no tolerance for alcohol. She, on the other hand was still "snacking" on her pizza with champagne. Darn Lelouch for getting drunk on her while she was still having pizza.

"Aren't you having a bit too much pizza?" Lelouch shot back smirking.

Although none of his words were slurred, it was obvious that Lelouch wasn't completely sober. C.C. noted the half-lidded eyes, strikingly purple and looking sharper than usual. She was wondering what to do with him when he grabbed her hand and pressed her palm to his cheek.

C.C. blushed and tried to pull her hand back, but he held on to her. "What are you doing, Lelouch?" C.C. asked.

He didn't answer but closed his eyes. C.C. stopped trying to extricate her hand from him and looked at him crossly. "This is ridiculous. You're keeping away from wine from now on." She muttered and grudgingly let go of the pizza slice in her other hand.

Lelouch stood up and pulled C.C. up with him from her seat as he stood. They half-staggered, half-walked a short distance from their table, a little closer to the pond. What on earth was he up to?

The Britannian Prince let out a deep breath. He wasn't drunk. It was just a few drinks to give him courage. Ask her. Ask her now. C.C. was looking at him like he was touched in the head.

Lelouch got down on one knee. "C.C., will you marry me?"

C.C. rapidly turned from pale to pink as the words sank in. Was this idiot really proposing? So he was that drunk. She got a hold of herself quickly and decided to call his bluff.

"Yeah, whatever. Can we go back now?" she waved her hand dismissively and turned to return to their table. She was sure he'd forget all this in the morning.

Lelouch stared at her wide-eyed. Did she just agree? But why was she walking away so quickly? His foggy brain told him in a slurred voice that he should at least kiss her. "Wait, C.C." He caught the green-haired girl by the shoulders and touched his lips to hers. This was...more intoxicating than anything else.

Unfortunately for the pair, they met at an awkward angle, lurched backward, and with the fatal combination of Lelouch's unsteady gait and C.C.'s heavy gown, fell into the pond with a loud splash.

"Your Majesty!" Servants were scurrying everywhere and people were crowding around.

Why on earth did this feel like deja vu? Lelouch groaned.

The next day, V.V. and Marianne were having tea at one of the estates of the Britannian royalty. It was a cool, breezy day, but it did nothing to cheer the irritable brother-in-law, Marianne thought as she sipped her tea daintily.

"So did your plan work?" V.V. asked looking at the Empress.

She nodded in reply. "At least I think so. There was only so much we could do."

"I don't know why you'd want to fix your son up with a conniving witch." V.V. said sarcastically. "Is it because she's so much like your scheming self?"

"Be sure to attend the wedding." Marianne smiled sweetly.

~Fin~

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A/N: I hope you liked.~ I must confess that I had a hard time writing this last chapter. It was still fun toward the end though. Lelouch and C.C. are the OTP of Code Geass!~ ^_^ Well, anyway, thank you to all those reading this fic and I'd heart it if you left a review of any kind.

Peace out~!

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