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My Spanish project won't save as .ppt for some reason, which is the only file the school computers can read. The project is due in two days, but...aghhhhh what the hell.
In other news, I hate Scarfle and I now want to RP Aang. Raaaaaaaaage.
Also, yukina_raven wanted C.C./Mao/Lelouch fic. I wrote it. And I have probably bastardized C.C.'s and Lelouch's characters, seeing as how I've never ever written them before.
Not one of them knew how they ended up in here. One moment, Mao had been threatening to kill Nunnally, and the next…
Lelouch had been trying to sort through the mess in his head while Mao continued his insane rambling. A chainsaw would be wildly inappropriate in bed, and even he understood that making love to a dismembered girl wouldn’t be any fun, so he was almost harmless in this state. And it wasn’t as if Lelouch was particularly thinking anything lethal.
“Lelouch!” Mao barked sharply at him from across the bed. Lelouch twisted his head around and looked over the mass of green hair between the two of them. “I know you weren’t paying attention just now. Did you hear anything I just said?” Lelouch sighed. Do you really think I bother with your inane comments? Mao’s eyes widened as he grit his teeth.
“C.C. is MINE! Remember that, she’s all mine, every single bit of her! You can’t have anything! You can lie on that bed there if you really want to, but C.C. belongs to ME, and you’d better not touch her!” Protectively, Mao grabbed C.C.’s body and pulled her to his. She immediately wrangled out of his grasp and returned to her neutral position between Mao and Lelouch.
Lelouch smirked. “You may have her body, Mao, but I have her mind. You’ve done all sorts of things with C.C., actions that she did not care about and only performed to please you and hold her under her grasp. I, however, know her real name. Have you forgotten, Mao? You may know more about C.C.’s body, but I know everything there is to know about her past. Why do you think she left you?”
Mao began shaking, nearly grinding his teeth to a fine powder. “Shut up, Lelouch! You don’t know anything, you’ve only known her for less than a year! C.C. is mine, everything about her HAS BEEN mine for eleven years! That’s before you were even dumped in Area 11!” he snarled, pointing an angry finger just above C.C.’s nose.
“Well, if you think you know her so well, you ought to know her name. After all, it is tattooed on her body.” Lelouch spoke airily, casually, trying to make it seem as though it was no big deal. It worked. Mao fell silent and stared at C.C., trying to think where on earth her name could possibly be on her body. C.C. shot a deathly glare in Lelouch’s direction until Mao grabbed her and held her down, searching for her name. Lelouch made a note to himself to look for suitable armor or an efficient hiding place for the night.
I have committed a terrible, terrible sin with this fic. D8
In other news, I hate Scarfle and I now want to RP Aang. Raaaaaaaaage.
Also, yukina_raven wanted C.C./Mao/Lelouch fic. I wrote it. And I have probably bastardized C.C.'s and Lelouch's characters, seeing as how I've never ever written them before.
Not one of them knew how they ended up in here. One moment, Mao had been threatening to kill Nunnally, and the next…
Lelouch had been trying to sort through the mess in his head while Mao continued his insane rambling. A chainsaw would be wildly inappropriate in bed, and even he understood that making love to a dismembered girl wouldn’t be any fun, so he was almost harmless in this state. And it wasn’t as if Lelouch was particularly thinking anything lethal.
“Lelouch!” Mao barked sharply at him from across the bed. Lelouch twisted his head around and looked over the mass of green hair between the two of them. “I know you weren’t paying attention just now. Did you hear anything I just said?” Lelouch sighed. Do you really think I bother with your inane comments? Mao’s eyes widened as he grit his teeth.
“C.C. is MINE! Remember that, she’s all mine, every single bit of her! You can’t have anything! You can lie on that bed there if you really want to, but C.C. belongs to ME, and you’d better not touch her!” Protectively, Mao grabbed C.C.’s body and pulled her to his. She immediately wrangled out of his grasp and returned to her neutral position between Mao and Lelouch.
Lelouch smirked. “You may have her body, Mao, but I have her mind. You’ve done all sorts of things with C.C., actions that she did not care about and only performed to please you and hold her under her grasp. I, however, know her real name. Have you forgotten, Mao? You may know more about C.C.’s body, but I know everything there is to know about her past. Why do you think she left you?”
Mao began shaking, nearly grinding his teeth to a fine powder. “Shut up, Lelouch! You don’t know anything, you’ve only known her for less than a year! C.C. is mine, everything about her HAS BEEN mine for eleven years! That’s before you were even dumped in Area 11!” he snarled, pointing an angry finger just above C.C.’s nose.
“Well, if you think you know her so well, you ought to know her name. After all, it is tattooed on her body.” Lelouch spoke airily, casually, trying to make it seem as though it was no big deal. It worked. Mao fell silent and stared at C.C., trying to think where on earth her name could possibly be on her body. C.C. shot a deathly glare in Lelouch’s direction until Mao grabbed her and held her down, searching for her name. Lelouch made a note to himself to look for suitable armor or an efficient hiding place for the night.
I have committed a terrible, terrible sin with this fic. D8