Code Geass Drabble No.1
Title: Not So Pizza Party
Characters: C.C., Suzaku, and a little bit of Lelouch.
Rating: PG
Spoiler Alert: None. It's really quite vague ...
C.C. just couldn’t grasp it. Looking through the fogged window, she watched in complete awe … and abhorrence at a silly, careless act. It was disgusting, and really, C.C. was two nerves away from barging right in there and correcting their faults. She shook her head, her green hair moving about her back under her hood.
Why go crazy over a cat when they had at least 5 boxes of pizza behind them?
They all were in a circle, watching their mascot - Artie was his name? Author! ... No ... - meow and paw around. A party it was not, which is what they called it. Hmph. Despite her nonexistent social life, C.C. has seen far better parties. Of course, she wasn’t invited to them … but she's seen them, and they were better.
Lelouch had seen her, and quite possibly knew she was there all along. He gave her an urgent look as to tell her to move away quickly, but C.C. simply pursed her lips and shook her head.
She wasn’t moving from the spot until cheesy, delicious justice was forced down their throats.
“Um …” It was a horribly familiar voice and entered the air without her even taking notice to the fact he had creeped up behind her. Her eyes grew wide, and in the dim reflection of the window, she saw him standing behind her. He had an arm outstretched, as if to touch her shoulder.
Suzaku.
She watched Lelouch inside shove his palm in his face before getting up and rushing out of the room.
She would have to stall for God knew how long … he couldn’t see her face, he just couldn’t.
“Are you a student here?” He finally made contact - his hand laid upon her shoulder gently, and her first reaction was to shake it off. Despite this, he forced a smile. “You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.”
It was a long moment before C.C. spoke again, for she was trying to contain pity and anger all at once. “No. I will not join you.” She said coldly, as if joining their “party” was the most disgusting thing imaginable. “Are you or are you not aware that there are more than two dozen perfectly good pizza’s there being ignored? Growing cold, growing … the cheese won’t be the same if it’s cold, do you not understand?!”
Her eyes were clenched shut now, her face hidden in her mittens. Really she wouldn’t make this much of a fuss as to go so far in hiding her face. Normally she would’ve faced him, say what she wanted, and left. But she couldn’t … he would recognize her.
Luckily it was acceptable to be wearing a hood, so he couldn’t identify her from her hair color. Until -
“It’s snowing - freezing out here … Really, you should come inside …” He reached again, and she pulled away, but this time she exposed herself to his eyes.
At the sudden feel of her hood falling off her head, she uncovered her face to look into the mirrors reflection once again. To say he was horror struck would be in the least, and he was backing away from her.
“You … ?!” He gaped. He had now collapsed into the snow, and she turned to see his hands grow red as the snow melted into his pale skin. His eyes watched hers as she watched his hands. “You’re supposed to be -”
“Dead?” She finished for him. Her eyes were on his now, and the word itself made him cringe. He shouldn’t be cringing. This caused her to let out a rather small sigh. “God if I had a slice of pizza for every time I heard that one …”
Characters: C.C., Suzaku, and a little bit of Lelouch.
Rating: PG
Spoiler Alert: None. It's really quite vague ...
C.C. just couldn’t grasp it. Looking through the fogged window, she watched in complete awe … and abhorrence at a silly, careless act. It was disgusting, and really, C.C. was two nerves away from barging right in there and correcting their faults. She shook her head, her green hair moving about her back under her hood.
Why go crazy over a cat when they had at least 5 boxes of pizza behind them?
They all were in a circle, watching their mascot - Artie was his name? Author! ... No ... - meow and paw around. A party it was not, which is what they called it. Hmph. Despite her nonexistent social life, C.C. has seen far better parties. Of course, she wasn’t invited to them … but she's seen them, and they were better.
Lelouch had seen her, and quite possibly knew she was there all along. He gave her an urgent look as to tell her to move away quickly, but C.C. simply pursed her lips and shook her head.
She wasn’t moving from the spot until cheesy, delicious justice was forced down their throats.
“Um …” It was a horribly familiar voice and entered the air without her even taking notice to the fact he had creeped up behind her. Her eyes grew wide, and in the dim reflection of the window, she saw him standing behind her. He had an arm outstretched, as if to touch her shoulder.
Suzaku.
She watched Lelouch inside shove his palm in his face before getting up and rushing out of the room.
She would have to stall for God knew how long … he couldn’t see her face, he just couldn’t.
“Are you a student here?” He finally made contact - his hand laid upon her shoulder gently, and her first reaction was to shake it off. Despite this, he forced a smile. “You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.”
It was a long moment before C.C. spoke again, for she was trying to contain pity and anger all at once. “No. I will not join you.” She said coldly, as if joining their “party” was the most disgusting thing imaginable. “Are you or are you not aware that there are more than two dozen perfectly good pizza’s there being ignored? Growing cold, growing … the cheese won’t be the same if it’s cold, do you not understand?!”
Her eyes were clenched shut now, her face hidden in her mittens. Really she wouldn’t make this much of a fuss as to go so far in hiding her face. Normally she would’ve faced him, say what she wanted, and left. But she couldn’t … he would recognize her.
Luckily it was acceptable to be wearing a hood, so he couldn’t identify her from her hair color. Until -
“It’s snowing - freezing out here … Really, you should come inside …” He reached again, and she pulled away, but this time she exposed herself to his eyes.
At the sudden feel of her hood falling off her head, she uncovered her face to look into the mirrors reflection once again. To say he was horror struck would be in the least, and he was backing away from her.
“You … ?!” He gaped. He had now collapsed into the snow, and she turned to see his hands grow red as the snow melted into his pale skin. His eyes watched hers as she watched his hands. “You’re supposed to be -”
“Dead?” She finished for him. Her eyes were on his now, and the word itself made him cringe. He shouldn’t be cringing. This caused her to let out a rather small sigh. “God if I had a slice of pizza for every time I heard that one …”