Title: Snow Angels.
Fandom: Code Geass
Characters: Lelouch, C.C., Nunnally.
Prompt: 067:Snow
Word Count: 2747
Rating: PG-13 for Lelouch’s bad mouth.
Summary: C.C. wants to Lelouch to take her out outside and play in the snow, Nunnally tags along.
Author's Notes: None, unless you somehow don’t know who C.C. is.Table can be found
Here.
( Snow Angels ) ======================================================Snow Angels======================================================“Lelouch, do you know why the snow is white?” He didn’t know the answer to that question, and at the time he honestly didn’t care. The war at Narita was fast approaching, and hearing C.C.’s weird and twisted logic just didn’t garner his interest at the time.
C.C. however, seemed oddly serious about what she was saying, and not once did he see her default bored expression cross her face. Instead it was replaced with a solemn look, a face that seemed to have all the wisdom that only one might possess if they had lived for over a hundred years.
“Because it has forgotten what color it once was.” =======Lelouch was awakened prematurely from his slumber by the soft sound of bare feet padding against his bed room floor. He wearily opened his left eye just in time to catch the sight of white before it disappeared from his view. C.C., Lelouch thought disdainfully, wondering what could have possible caught the interest of that warped women’s mind so early in the morning.
Suppressing a loud yawn, Lelouch supported himself up right on one elbow, the covers slipping to pool around his bare torso. With one hand he rubbed at his tired eyes feeling just a bit agitated that he had been awoken so early. Damn that women, why didn’t she sleep like other normal people. With the way she had indulged herself with pizza last night, the amber eyed girl should have been out like a light - but no, here she was prancing around his room like some sort of ballerina.
Lelouch narrowed his violet eyes, looking up to found C.C standing at his open window with her small back turned towards him. He had to resist the urge to shiver as the cold air from outside pushed its way into his room and touched his warm chest. Lelouch hissed, catching a glimpse of dark clouds covering the sky. That was indeed a bad sign, that could only mean a storm would be coming later.
C.C. - much to Lelouch’s displeasure - didn’t seem the least bit fazed by the cold air circulating through the room. It blew gently through her long bright green locks as she leaned in close to the window and allowed her small hand to press against the screen.
“It’s snowing,” she stated in a soft whisper, letting her hand slip from the screen. Lelouch slowly threw his legs over the bed and stood up. Hesitantly, he approached the smaller girl from behind, stopping when there was only a inch between them. He looked over her head to catch the beautiful sight of bright white clumps of snow falling from the sky.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” He found himself asking, placing one hand on the wall beside the window. C.C. paused before she answered, her face remaining stoically blank.
“It was once beautiful,” she replied in a distance voice. It was as if she was remembering some secret moment from her past, and Lelouch turned curious eyes down at her. He knew it wasn’t exactly his place to pry, but somehow when it came to C.C., he couldn’t quite help himself.
“What do you mean by ‘once beautiful’?” Lelouch took a step back when C.C. abruptly turned to face him, her eyes hard and unreadable. She stared him down for what seemed like hours, even though it was only a few painful seconds.
“Does it really matter now?” There was an hard edge to her voice, a bitterness that had matured over decades. Lelouch hated the feeling of guilt that coiled within his stomach and with a look of annoyance turned away. C.C. against her will smiled at this and with light steps closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around Lelouch’s waist.
All the animosity that the in-human girl radiated before had seemed to completely fade away as she tightened her grip on the former prince’s waist. Lelouch involuntarily tensed in her arms, his violet eyes impossibly wide.
“C.C-” He began only to be cut off when she spoke.
“Take me outside, Lelouch.” She forcibly turned him around in her grasp to stare into his eyes. With a sly look she leaned closer, and whispered to him. “I want to play in the snow, even if its only for a little while.” Her eyes, though blank as they always were, held an underline pleading tone to them.
It was almost like the time in the cave when she pleaded for him to say her name again in a lover’s tone of voice. When C.C. made request like this - no more like demands - he couldn’t refuse them. A part of him wanted to always be there for her, even if he thought she was sick in the head most of the time.
Something passed between them as they stared into each other’s eyes, and neither one of them could identify what it was. Perhaps it was understanding - the feeling that despite their horrendous past all they wanted to do now was live and pursue a goal of happiness. It was an dream that both of them had in common, and that was where this bond of a ‘partnership’ had possible came from.
Lelouch smiled and reached out and took her hand. “Yes, I will.” That was all the answered she needed as she stepped away from the window and allowed the young boy to get dressed. When Lelouch was fully clothed in a dark jacket and long pants, he led them out of his room.
“I hope you don’t mind me bringing Nunnally along,” Lelouch said, directing them out towards the living room. C.C. shook her head and comfortably laid herself down on the couch as Lelouch ran back up the stairs to get his sister. He didn’t worry about their maid taking notice of C.C. downstairs, the women was currently on vacation for the day visiting her family.
“Nunnally,” he called, knocking as gently as he could on the door. When there was no answer, Lelouch opened it only to spot his sister sitting up in her bed and staring at a spot on the wall. There was a small smile on her face as she moved her head into the direction she thought Lelouch to be.
“Brother,” she called in greeting, seeming to instantly know it was him. Lelouch walked to the side of her bed and sat on it, reaching out to touch his sister’s hand.
“Why didn’t you answer when I called you?” He asked, squeezing her hand. Nunnally gave him an apologetic smile, not knowing that she was actually gazing passed her brother’s head.
“Sorry, I was just so excited to know that it was snowing.” Lelouch blinked, surprised that Nunnally even knew that fact. His poor sister was blind, there was absolutely no way she could have noticed the snow.
However, there a old saying that stated when a person losses one of their five senses that others senses grow miraculously stronger. Was it possible that Nunnally sensed that it was snowing today? Or did she notice the sudden decrease in temperature. Somehow Lelouch didn’t have the heart to ask her that right at the moment.
“Would you like to go out and play in the snow, Nunnally?” He asked in a gentle tone, and felt a warmth seep into his heart when his little sister nodded her head vigorously. Lelouch lifted her up from under the covers and helped her get ready.
He looked away when she dressed herself, and helped her along when she started having difficulties. Normally, helping your sister dress would have been an awkward thing for a brother to do, but between them that feeling didn’t exist.
Lelouch placed her on her chair, and together they moved out the room and down the stairs. C.C. appeared to not have moved at all as Lelouch and his sister came into the living. She stared at them with her penetrating amber eyes, and Lelouch grabbed her arm, hauling her body from the couch.
“Is C.C. coming with us?” Nunnally asked in an excited tone, one again somehow knowing who it was present within the room.
“Yes," Lelouch answered her, keeping a firm grip on the in-human girl’s arm as they all moved passed the living room’s doors. Once outside, Lelouch was forced to zip up his coat and do the same for Nunnally. His little sister soon after that took off into the snow, her wheels being practically beneath the snow. Lelouch laughed, and went out to assist his sister, knowing that she couldn’t possible go that far with her chair.
“Brother, I want to make snow angels.” Nunnally said, lifting her arms up just as Lelouch rounded on her. He bent down and removed some of the snow from the chair’s wheels, shacking his head.
“You might catch a cold Nunnally, I don’t want you laying in the snow.”
C.C. suddenly came from seemingly out of nowhere, leaning her head on Lelouch’s right shoulder. “Don’t be mean, let her do it. I want to do some as well.” Lelouch growled and pushed C.C. away, seeming to changing his mind as he stood up and lifted his sister out of her chair.
Nunnally laughed and laid down in the snow, moving her arms up and down in some kind arc. She was unable to make the angel’s legs however, so Lelouch moved her legs aside to do that for her. While his sister squealed delightfully at the coldness of the snow, Lelouch looked over at C.C. to see that she was doing the same.
Somehow watching C.C. make an angel in the snow seemed utterly ridiculous. The girl was far from an angel herself, but kneeling there watching her now he almost thought differently. C.C. radiated this light - a light that almost seemed pure as she laid their with her blank expression. Her hair was laid out below her like a blanket and her white suit glowed as bright as the snow itself. C.C. at that moment looked
almost like an angel.
“Brother,” the sound of Nunnally calling him alerted him to her presence. Lelouch nearly cursed himself for allowing her to lay to long in the snow, his poor sister might have been gone nearly numb within a few minutes.
“Sorry, Nunnally.” He picked her up and placed her back in her seat, not noticing the snow ball in his sister’s tiny hand. “Will you make a snow angel too?” She asked him as she situated herself.
Lelouch looked out at the snow and frowned, not really wanting to lay in the snow and possible catch a cold. He didn’t want to go out and do Zero business with a cold, imagine how his super cool voice would be effected.
“Come and join me Lelouch,” C.C. called from her position in the snow, a little smile on her face. If Lelouch knew any better, he would almost think that the women was taunting him. He looked back towards his sister to see her smile at him and he sighed in a defeated way, lifting himself off of his knee to go and join C.C.
When he reached her side, he glared down at her in an almost accusing way. The amber eyed girl looked back up at him with an innocent expression as Lelouch laid down beside her. From there he proceeded to lamely make four arcs, a sour expression on his face as he stopped and sat up.
“Your angel is messy.” C.C. observed, sitting up with him. Lelouch growled, wiping the snow off his coat.
“Your one to talk, you bitch.” He hissed, shacking his head to get rid of the snow in his air. “You certainly are no angel.”
“And neither are you.” She countered, and they once again shared a look of understanding between them. There shared gaze was only broken when suddenly Lelouch heard his name being called. He turned his head away only to be met with a snow ball landing squarely on his right shoulder.
With wide eyes, Lelouch observed the culprit to be none other then his little sister, Nunnally. Who just so happened to still have her right arm outstretched from her throw. “Nunnally!” Lelouch cried, in surprise, only to earn him a loud girlish laugh from his sister.
Seeming to pick up on the idea, C.C. gathered some snow in her hand and without warning turned Lelouch around to shove it in his face. “That it was you get for calling me a bitch.” She said, mashing the cold substance further into his beautiful face for good measure.
Nunnally laughed even louder, holding her stomach.
Lelouch swore at that moment that he was seeing red, and that wasn’t because of his Geass powers. He furiously wiped the snow from his face and tackled C.C. into the snow, who went down with little to no fight. They simply wrestled with each other for the remainder of the day, and C.C. seemed to be enjoying herself as she smashed another lump of snow into the prince’s face.
All the while, Nunnally sat by with a worried expression on her face, wondering what exactly was going on.
=======A little later on in the day, when the snow was still falling, Lelouch received a phone call. He was tiredly laid up on his bed, his little wrestling match with C.C. in the snow having him entirely spent. The said girl was sitting on the end of his bed, her arms wrapped around her teddy bear as she watched him closely.
Lelouch at first, had the incentive to just ignore the call, but he figured he should at least see who was calling. He slowly flipped his phone open, and read the name displayed in bright letters.
Suzaku.
Without hesitating, he answered the call and was greeted with his best friend’s bright voice. “Lelouch, where are you? The student council is having a huge snow fight!” Lelouch resisted the urge to groan at the words ‘snow fight’ his body seeming to ache at the mere memory of his own with C.C.
“You have to come over right away!” Suzaku continued, somehow unaware of Lelouch’s silence. The prince, however, was in his right mind to say 'no', but he realized he needed to go and attend his responsibility at the school some time today.
“I’ll be over right away,” Lelouch said with a sigh, smiling as a sudden thought came up. “Just curious who is winning?”
“Oh," Suzaku sounded suddenly very proud. “I am, but I don’t think Rivalz is going to give up. Shirley and Nina left a long time ago, along with Milly. Kallen hasn’t showed up today.”
It was a very good thing Kallen hadn’t showed up, she would have probably taken the opportunity to show Suzaku what she could really do. It was a good thing she was to tired to go to school today, and it was all thanks to Zero’s rigorous nightly activities.
“Alright, I’ll be there in a bit. Good bye, Suzaku.”
“Bye.” Suzaku said, and Lelouch could barely hear Rivalz in the background shouting some profanity at Suzaku just before he hung up. Sometimes things just never change.
“Your leaving now?” C.C. asked, watching as Lelouch stood up. The dark haired boy nodded, and walked towards the door. “Try not to get your ass handed to you by your friend.” Was all the parted words she gave him, and Lelouch had to resist the urge to turn around and tackle her.
Though, it was true, Suzaku was going to annihilate him in the snow fight - like he always did.
With a look close to almost fear, Lelouch opened the door and walked out. When the bed room door closed behind Lelouch, C.C. walked over towards the window and kept watch until she saw Lelouch leave the house hold. A melancholy looked suddenly crossed her face as she leaned her head against the closed window, her mind once again floating to the past she wished would just disappear.
“You are no angel.” =======Ending Notes: The first post to my
fanfic100 claim. Hoped everyone liked it - now only
99 more to go. Should be fun, I suppose.