Last Outlet.
I semi-lurked around long enough to realize that there is lj-drama kicking up again (and by that I mean I read my f!list for the first time in a week today), but I'm going to promptly ignore it all. ;; So. That set aside
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Being told he was girly was one thing, but physically dressing him as a girl was just too much. The frills and lace and the skirt--oh god, the skirt--was rapidly making his face a permanent shade of beet red, not to mention completely shattering his dignity (or whatever he had left of it). Rivalz giving him the thumbs-up sign was hardly an encouragement. In fact, Lelouch turned and smacked his friend directly in the back with an open (lacily gloved) hand, effectively allowing him to trip over the nearest chair and hit the floor with a thud.
Millay was laughing to show her approval while ordering Nina to find the council’s camera and begin the photo shoot immediately. Shirley was beside him, blushing and stammering about how cute he looked, or some other nonsense that Lelouch was inclined to tune out due to his absolute humiliation at this show at his expense.
No, he did not want to be a princess. No, he did not feel like a princess. And no, he absolutely did not need to have a prince summoned to “carry him off into the sunset,” as Millay had cheerfully suggested. This was possibly the worst idea they had had to date. At least, it was the most humiliating one. Compared to the cat ears and the tail from last time, that was nothing.
Just as Lelouch was about to tell everyone off in a rage, the door slid open and a stack of books-actually, it was more like a person carrying a ridiculously tall stack of books-stepped into the room. The stack of books moved until they reached the table. By the way Arthur had pounced, Lelouch had gathered it was Suzaku. Though logically, the only one who was physically strong enough to carry all those damn books could only be Suzaku anyway. Lelouch gave a faint snort at the notion. He was completely justified in always calling Suzaku a muscle-head.
“Kaichou, I brought all the books you wa--…”
Stunned silence.
“L-Lelouch?”
Lelouch froze. Damn. He had momentarily forgotten about his ridiculous get-up. Slapping his hand over his face to hide his mortification, Lelouch began, “Suzaku, this isn’t what it looks like. It’s not like I have these kind of hobbies or anyth--?!”
It came completely unexpectedly, but Suzaku had stepped over in one swift motion. With a completely serious expression on his face, he lifted his hand and pressed it flush against Lelouch’s chest, shocking the rest of the council into shocked amusement silence. Lelouch himself had frozen witless, gaping disbelievingly at his friend. Then, Suzaku, as if everything were right again, let his hand fall back down to his side and released a sigh of relief.
“Oh, thank god. You really are a boy. For a second there, I was confused so I had to check to make sure.”
For the first time ever, the statement spoken took a long while for Lelouch to process. When the intent finally sunk in and the uncontrollable laughter of Rivalz and the others rang in his ears, he felt his face intensify in red and his gloved fist close even tighter. Eye twitching, he began threateningly, “Suzaku…”
“No, no, you’ve got it wrong!” Millay interrupted cheerfully, seizing the surprised Japanese boy’s shoulders in full swing. Leaning forward, the blond girl informed him slyly, “If you’re checking to make sure he’s a boy, you have to reach a biiiit lower.”
Suzaku blinked.
“Oh right.”
Then, all at once, Rivalz grabbed Lelouch to keep him from escaping, Millay snatched the camera from Nina and proceeded to snap away, and Suzaku cheerfully advanced with a clueless smile on his face.
Yes, by far, this idea was definitely the worst of them all.
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