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Lelouch's eyes fluttered open slowly. He had to blink a couple of times in an effort to clear the hazy images and to get clearer, vivid ones.

At last, as his violet orbs started to adjust to the darkness of the room, he turned his head slightly to one side to steal a glance at the alarm clock. It read 8:30 p.m. So he was out for quite some time now.

Yawning, he gave his body a good stretch before dragging an arm up over his forehead, disheveling his drooping bangs. "What a weird dream," he whispered, "so at the end I just… fell down and nothing actually happened?"

"Not quite, boya."

He almost rolled off the bed at the sound of a taunting female voice.

"Who's there?" he yelled, sitting up immediately. His roving eyes quickly scanned across the room for the source of the mysterious voice, and to his puzzlement he found it.

There, standing casually at the foot of his bed was a teenage girl with straight and long hair that cascaded down to the small of her back. Her green waterfall-like hair was so shiny that it, as a matter of fact, reflected some of the silvery lights of the white moon that came through the almost transparent curtains hung over his large window. Even in the darkness with only the high full moon as a main source of light, Lelouch could still make out those golden orbs of hers. The sadness in them was fading gradually, it seemed.

She was indeed the girl from his haunting dreams.

To make matters worse, a smirk was playing on her lips.

"Oh," he said flatly, "I get it. I'm still dreaming; I'm not awake yet." With that, he flopped down again and buried his face in the pillow. His breathing was rather shaky.

"Yes, you are awake," was her calm reply.

"Still dreaming," was his muffled response.

The girl rolled her eyes. "Fine, boya. Just don't faint when you wake up and I'm still here."

"Still dreaming!" His tone was more ferocious this time.

A pause. And he breathed out a sigh of relief.

He was definitely dreaming.

"You know, for a boy, your room is rather neatly organized."

Unable to take it anymore and fully having serious doubts in his mental health, he shot up from the bed, yanking the pillow violently off his face. His hair was a jungle's mess. "OK, that's it! Who the hell are you?"

"Hm," she turned toward him with a slightest annoyed face, "is this how you introduce yourself to a lady? How rude."

"I'm not introducing myself to you," he retorted, "I'm merely demanding you to tell me who you are and how in the world you got into my room."

"I'm sure you know the answers to both of them," she replied sternly.

"Stop being so secretive," he growled lowly, "just answer the questions."

"I don't feel like telling you something you already know, boya," she responded sluggishly.

"Why you..." then it hit him.

"Okay, fine," he mumbled after a while. "I got the first one. But at least you can tell me the latter."

"You got that one too."

"My patience is wearing thin, for your information."

She rolled her eyes once again. "What does that have to do with me? You keep wondering about things your mind already has the solutions to."

Then it clicked. His eyes widened three times larger than their original sizes.

"No way…," he murmured, "you can't possibly just appear from my dreams. That's ludicrous!"

"Well, it's the fact." She then floated toward him. her feet dangling in the air freely. Letting out a small yelp, the raven-haired teen jumped backward and in the process, hit his back hard against the wall and pain shot through his spine. Pain wasn't the major concern at the moment, however.

She frowned. "What's the matter?"

"You're…" He gulped. "You're a ghost?"

"Hm," she paused for a split of second as if contemplating the inquiry. "'Ghost' isn't such a nice word for a young girl like me, isn't it? And to be honest, it's sort of frightening to hear or say that. So we should settle with 'a fragment of your dream'."

He shook his head. "Whatever, it's messed up. I don't know what's going on here anymore. How did you get out from my dreams anyway if you truly were a mere fragment of them?"

"You sure ask a lot of questions," she smirked playfully.

"And you're not going to answer them, are you?" He queried with narrowed eyes.

"Apparent not." She grinned. But when she saw his disgusted expression, she couldn't help heaving a sigh. "It's just not time for you to know yet."

"Fine. Just tell me how you got out and I'll drop it."

She then floated even closer toward him, an action that only caused him to flinch and produce more ceaseless goosebumps on his arms. When she was only inches from him, she whispered, "Because you believe in me."

"What?"

"Back then when you're still dreaming, you tried to believe in me and it worked wonders."

"That's only because you told me to!" He countered impulsively. "I thought I was returning the favor for this morning. If I knew something like this would happen, I'd never set you free."

"That hurts." Her delicate green eyebrows knitted together as she crossed her arms over her breasts.

"What do you expect me to say? For God's sake, now I have a gho- I mean, 'fragment of my dream' standing here and talking with me." The words in the single quotation marks were filled with heavy sarcasm.

"It's all because you wanted to return the favor, did you not?"

"But I didn't expect this to happen at all! I thought there's a line between reality and dream."

Three times in a row, she rolled her eyes impatiently. "You're such persistent boy."

"And you're an ignorant ghost," he hissed through gritted teeth.

Her green eyebrow quirked up in evident annoyance. "I thought I told you to call me something else. Oh who am I kidding, call me whatever you want. I don't care."

"Exactly what I thought," he muttered.

"But I actually have a name, you know."

Lelouch mumbled something along the lines of 'and I don't give a damn about it.'

"it's C.C.," she said in sheer tranquility. "Yours is?"

He frowned slightly, as if debating whether he should reveal his name to a complete stranger whom he only met in his dreams. "Lelouch," he said at last, thinking it wouldn't hurt to let her know. It's not like she could curse him with just knowing his name... right?

"No last name?"

"What is your last name then?" he snapped.

She had to fight back the urge to roll her eyes the fourth time – correction, she couldn't keep count of that any longer. "You're so rude to your savior, boya."

"Reality check, I'm talking to a ghost here."

This time, she resorted to ignore him completely and floated toward his luxurious bed, curling down on it when she discovered a cozy and favorable spot.

"W-what do you think you're doing?" he stammered, eyes widened.

"Sleeping."

"Next to me?"

C.C. turned her head toward him, her long hair swaying in the process of doing so, a faux sweet smile flickered on her pretty face. "What's the harm? You can't try anything perverted on me since I'm a ghost anyway."

"That's not what I meant!" He added an octave higher, eyes ten times larger than they originally were, and face flushed a deep scarlet.

"Whatever you said, " an ever taunting smirk played on her rosy lips. "Good night, boya."

Realizing there's no use in furthering this silly argument with this particular stubborn girl, Lelouch heaved a loud sigh as he, too, slid back under the covers with his back to her. No longer felt hungry or a strong desire for something to fill his empty and growling stomach, he slowly closed his orbs and awaited leisurely for sleep to come.

Great… Now completely out of the blue I have a stranger sleeping next to me. And not just any stranger, but a ghost, a completely annoying ghost, who is supposedly a 'fragment of my dreams'. Great, just great…

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