Code Geass - Don't ask. Don't tell.
Title: Don’t ask. Don’t tell.
Fandom: Code Geass
Characters: C.C., Lelouch, Kallen, Suzaku, Marianne
Couple: Lelouch/C.C., Suzaku/Kallen
Challenge: con10porary
Prompt: #7. Publicity
Word Count: 903
He was President of the Student Government. He was filthy rich, had good looks and intelligence - almost everything a girl could want in a young man. Oh, did we forget that he’s royalty too?
C.C. sighed to herself. Maybe, that was why he was out with a Miss Kallen Stadtfeld. And that was why C.C. was cooped up her room, stocked on fresh Pizza Hut pizzas. No one knew that he was living with her. In fact, Lelouch never brought people home. Of course, he did this for good reason.
Not many people knew he was of royal birth. Everyone was too preoccupied with his half-siblings - Cornelia li Britannia, Schneizel el Britannia and Clovis la Britannia, to name a few. Thus, Lelouch got his privacy as long as he was careful and clung to his mother’s maiden name Lamperouge, but somehow, his mother got a hold of him and ordered him to see Miss Stadtfeld.
“Oh Marianne, how your son fears you.” C.C. said with a hint of a laugh in her voice. She would tease the hell out of Lelouch when he returned. That is, if he returned at all. “The things you make him do for you. You’re almost as bad as me. Now I wonder what you’d do if you knew I was he-”
There was a knock on her bedroom door. C.C. narrowed her gaze. An intruder? She was clothed in one of Lelouch’s button-up shirts (which she had stolen from his closet yet again) plus her underwear. Despite her lack of decent clothing, she could fend for herself. She held her breath until the door suddenly opened. She bounced up, tossing an empty pizza box in the air to blind her opponent before pressing the said intruder against the wall.
“You.”
--
Not only was Kallen daughter of the Stadtfeld family, she was a model. And models were demanding. Lelouch learned this firsthand. Not only that, but Kallen was not as girly as she appeared. She loved cars, motorbikes and mecha anime - contrasting to what he was told about her. It was almost as if she was trying to turn him off.
Well, it was somewhat working…despite the fact that there was some hormonal attraction between them.
“Look, Miss Stadtfeld-”
“For the last time, it’s Kallen.” She said, slipping on her sparkling water.
--
“You heard me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“I’ll buy you a pizza at the sit-in Pizza Hut.”
“I’ll go.”
--
C.C. never asked questions when pizza was involved. However, she asked questions when he happened to be present. She found herself sitting with a huge platter full of fresh pizza with her favorite toppings. This brunette boy knew her well enough. Speaking of the boy, she caught him staring out of the window, eyes narrowed behind his shades.
“Jealous?”
“No. She never told me.”
C.C. nibbled on her pizza slice. He was making it so obvious that he was tailing them. And as son to the Japanese Prime Minister, stalking is bad publicity. Even, C.C. made an effort to conceal part of her green hair, hiding most of it in a bun under her cap. She tugged on her white skirt and fixed her red top under her orange half-jacket. If he happened to be paying attention, he would recognize her.
Fortunately, Lelouch wasn’t.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw eyes. “She’s looking, Suzaku.”
He turned away, attempting to make it less obvious that he was watching. C.C. wiped her mouth, knowing that it was irredeemable if she didn’t intervene now. Upon putting her napkin down, she leaned forward over the table, placing both of her hands on Suzaku’s cheeks and kissed him.
--
“S-S-Suzaku?”
“Suzaku as in Suzaku Kururugi?”
“Y-yes. Bastard. I should have known he’d take this to heart, but I didn’t think he’d…”
“Who’s he with?”
“…This world is definitely ending.”
--
He caught her changing back into her makeshift pajamas. Her half-jacket was already on the floor. A fresh Pizza Hut box was placed on her nightstand. Suzaku had ditched long before Lelouch got home.
“What was that about?” He asked.
“I thought you’d know. Suzaku’s girlfriend’s name is Kallen.” C.C. replied as she slipped out of her skirt and pulled her top over her head. She was left in her underwear when he ran to pin her to her wall, similar to how Suzaku did. Luckily, Lelouch wasn’t as strong. It would take one shove to get away, but C.C. knew this would escalade to something.
Lelouch was a young man, after all.
“She has two names: Stadtfeld and Kozuki.”
Lelouch let out a sigh. He’d have to call his mother again.
There was a doorbell and a charming voice on the other side of the door. Lelouch’s eyes widened. He knew that voice. “Lelouch, darling. It’s your mother.”
---
“Lelouch, open this door! Are you hiding a girl by any chance? Is this why you didn’t agree to see Miss Stadtfeld?”
“Yes, Marianne.”
“Bo-ya, even rude to your own mother.”
“C.C.!”
--
“You’re nobility. That’s why Mother backed off.” Lelouch glared at his flat-mate. A pot of tea was right smack in-between them.
C.C. was smirking behind her teacup before she nonchalantly tried to change the subject. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen Lady Marianne. We’re both from France, you know.”
“Why, C.C.?” Lelouch rubbed his temples.
“You never asked.” C.C. replied.
Fandom: Code Geass
Characters: C.C., Lelouch, Kallen, Suzaku, Marianne
Couple: Lelouch/C.C., Suzaku/Kallen
Challenge: con10porary
Prompt: #7. Publicity
Word Count: 903
He was President of the Student Government. He was filthy rich, had good looks and intelligence - almost everything a girl could want in a young man. Oh, did we forget that he’s royalty too?
C.C. sighed to herself. Maybe, that was why he was out with a Miss Kallen Stadtfeld. And that was why C.C. was cooped up her room, stocked on fresh Pizza Hut pizzas. No one knew that he was living with her. In fact, Lelouch never brought people home. Of course, he did this for good reason.
Not many people knew he was of royal birth. Everyone was too preoccupied with his half-siblings - Cornelia li Britannia, Schneizel el Britannia and Clovis la Britannia, to name a few. Thus, Lelouch got his privacy as long as he was careful and clung to his mother’s maiden name Lamperouge, but somehow, his mother got a hold of him and ordered him to see Miss Stadtfeld.
“Oh Marianne, how your son fears you.” C.C. said with a hint of a laugh in her voice. She would tease the hell out of Lelouch when he returned. That is, if he returned at all. “The things you make him do for you. You’re almost as bad as me. Now I wonder what you’d do if you knew I was he-”
There was a knock on her bedroom door. C.C. narrowed her gaze. An intruder? She was clothed in one of Lelouch’s button-up shirts (which she had stolen from his closet yet again) plus her underwear. Despite her lack of decent clothing, she could fend for herself. She held her breath until the door suddenly opened. She bounced up, tossing an empty pizza box in the air to blind her opponent before pressing the said intruder against the wall.
“You.”
--
Not only was Kallen daughter of the Stadtfeld family, she was a model. And models were demanding. Lelouch learned this firsthand. Not only that, but Kallen was not as girly as she appeared. She loved cars, motorbikes and mecha anime - contrasting to what he was told about her. It was almost as if she was trying to turn him off.
Well, it was somewhat working…despite the fact that there was some hormonal attraction between them.
“Look, Miss Stadtfeld-”
“For the last time, it’s Kallen.” She said, slipping on her sparkling water.
--
“You heard me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“I’ll buy you a pizza at the sit-in Pizza Hut.”
“I’ll go.”
--
C.C. never asked questions when pizza was involved. However, she asked questions when he happened to be present. She found herself sitting with a huge platter full of fresh pizza with her favorite toppings. This brunette boy knew her well enough. Speaking of the boy, she caught him staring out of the window, eyes narrowed behind his shades.
“Jealous?”
“No. She never told me.”
C.C. nibbled on her pizza slice. He was making it so obvious that he was tailing them. And as son to the Japanese Prime Minister, stalking is bad publicity. Even, C.C. made an effort to conceal part of her green hair, hiding most of it in a bun under her cap. She tugged on her white skirt and fixed her red top under her orange half-jacket. If he happened to be paying attention, he would recognize her.
Fortunately, Lelouch wasn’t.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw eyes. “She’s looking, Suzaku.”
He turned away, attempting to make it less obvious that he was watching. C.C. wiped her mouth, knowing that it was irredeemable if she didn’t intervene now. Upon putting her napkin down, she leaned forward over the table, placing both of her hands on Suzaku’s cheeks and kissed him.
--
“S-S-Suzaku?”
“Suzaku as in Suzaku Kururugi?”
“Y-yes. Bastard. I should have known he’d take this to heart, but I didn’t think he’d…”
“Who’s he with?”
“…This world is definitely ending.”
--
He caught her changing back into her makeshift pajamas. Her half-jacket was already on the floor. A fresh Pizza Hut box was placed on her nightstand. Suzaku had ditched long before Lelouch got home.
“What was that about?” He asked.
“I thought you’d know. Suzaku’s girlfriend’s name is Kallen.” C.C. replied as she slipped out of her skirt and pulled her top over her head. She was left in her underwear when he ran to pin her to her wall, similar to how Suzaku did. Luckily, Lelouch wasn’t as strong. It would take one shove to get away, but C.C. knew this would escalade to something.
Lelouch was a young man, after all.
“She has two names: Stadtfeld and Kozuki.”
Lelouch let out a sigh. He’d have to call his mother again.
There was a doorbell and a charming voice on the other side of the door. Lelouch’s eyes widened. He knew that voice. “Lelouch, darling. It’s your mother.”
---
“Lelouch, open this door! Are you hiding a girl by any chance? Is this why you didn’t agree to see Miss Stadtfeld?”
“Yes, Marianne.”
“Bo-ya, even rude to your own mother.”
“C.C.!”
--
“You’re nobility. That’s why Mother backed off.” Lelouch glared at his flat-mate. A pot of tea was right smack in-between them.
C.C. was smirking behind her teacup before she nonchalantly tried to change the subject. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen Lady Marianne. We’re both from France, you know.”
“Why, C.C.?” Lelouch rubbed his temples.
“You never asked.” C.C. replied.