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jwhiteapple.livejournal.com in code_geassPairing: SuzakuLelouch
Rating: M
Summery: Major Suzaku Kururugi has been quietly given an office post for an incident his superiors would like to keep equally as quiet. He intends to simply wait it out till he can get back to his normal life, which is until he meets Lelouch, the boy who works at the local Barnes & Noble, and unfortunately a minor.
Warnings: Yaoi, Lulu is still in high school and Suzaku isn't , yeah all that jazz
Disclaimer: Just for good measure I own nothing, but my stories ….duh.
Minor vs. Major
Chapter Two
Ashford Academy Recruitment
4/4/2011 9:22 PM
Because it was a dream, he couldn’t just run. Because it was a dream, he was forced to stay, to stand, to watch. Because it was a dream, he was just as disgusted with his actions as he had been in life. Because it was a dream, and one he’d had often enough over the past few weeks, he knew there was no fighting it. Because he knew it by heart now, he knew the blood at his sleeves wasn’t real and that the bodies at his feet weren’t really reaching for him, but that didn’t stop the revulsion, and he doubted it ever would.
~*~
He woke with nothing but a pair of sweats on his legs. The cold air wasn’t what shocked him awake as he found himself sitting up, staring at the blank opposite wall of his new apartment. He calmed his breathing before looking around the room. The only thing within it was the blow up mattress he had borrowed from the base store-house (he’d found out in the process they had the most random shit there) and the military issue duffle bag thrown into the corner. He rolled to the side, hands fiddling to find the old pocket watch he’d left with his wallet and keys on the floor. The time was four fifty seven and from the lack of light in the room his guess was that was in the am hours. He lay back with a sigh. He didn’t have to be at work till eight, several long hours away.
He lulled his head to the side.The closet door was open to reveal his uniform hanging up. He only owned one because before this time all he ever needed was one. Under that in a black duffle bag, not the standard military issue, was what he was used to wearing. Primarily the cloths he would wear were black tight fitting and easy to move in, the body armor was engineered the same way. Really it just came down to being as efficient as possible. He rarely had to be even covert, that was the CIA’s job after all, but he was prepared nonetheless. He smiled at the thought, Gino had always laughed at the idea of the CIA. As much as the two separate entities hated each other, they worked together a lot, and it was no secret that if one of them did get discharged the CIA would have several job offers awaiting, followed quickly by FBI--but really they were respectable for the most part, and actually open with their affairs, where’s the fun in that?
Suzaku stared up at the white washed ceiling. Bismarck had made it clear he didn’t want Suzaku applying for a retirement, and Suzaku made it clear that he wouldn’t be. That didn’t mean thought about what would happen if he’d gotten a discharge instead. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, regardless if it was an honorable one or not. He guessed that he’d probably take a job offer from another government organization, but at the same time, he didn’t really want to work anywhere but in the Army.
He gave a sigh before he pulled himself up to stand. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t had to sleep in an outfit he could be ready for anything for, so upon arrival home (he wasn’t sure if that was the right term even. He was American so he guessed he could call the states the closest he had to a home), he’d tried to think what a normal person whore to sleep in on an average night. That had turned up empty so he tried to think what he used to wear. In high school, it had been nothing but a pair of boxers. The idea had been intriguing, but he liked to think he’d moved on from that point, so he’d found the pair of sweat pants buried deep in his duffle bag and gone to bed, not a huge improvement, but still was an improvement nonetheless.
He was running into that problem a lot over the last three days. The very first had been with the apartment. He had been offered military housing, but turned it down. The housing itself was always very nice, but there he always ran into the married men (with or without children, overall most with) or the recruits in college or just—not people like him. He preferred off base as odd as it was to say or think for someone’s whose life consisted of the military.
He ambled his way into the kitchen as he brought a hand up to his head. It was way too early for this kind of behavior and he’d gotten too little sleep between moving what little he had in and the ever new incoming dreams. He found his way to the refrigerator and opened it only to remember he didn’t actually own any food. He gave a sigh and shut the fridge. The mail he’d thrown on the counter the night before stared back up at him. With another drawn out sigh of exhaustion, he reached for it. The first was a little bit of a relief, from the storage room he rented—he couldn’t even remember where---they had gotten his request for his stuff, all three boxes of it and were sending it over. The next was from Gino, a smile crept on for that, complete with a picture of the tall smiling man and himself. On the other side of a Russian postcard was a short, ‘The new guys no fun and you owe me a beer when you get back for the whole mess.’ He looked to see a couple of bare plain magnets on the fridge and posted the postcard, letter, and picture up there. A heavy weighted paper envelope next contained a letter of thanks for accepting the post, signed by Lieutenant Colonel Cornelia Li Britannia. He tossed it back on the counter. He stopped at the last letter. The post mark date was from two weeks prior—when he’d been given his official notice of transfer—and the address was to the base. He pursed his lips athe return address.
He left the letter there on the counter untouched, unopened, no desire to read it.
Instead he took one last look to the silver pocket watch for the time and went into his room to find some gym cloths. It would only take a minute to dig his laptop out from the bottom of the closet with the rest of his equipment and Google a 24-Hour Fitness Gym nearby.
~*~
Lelouch had been waiting for a text message since he’d woken at seven that morning…or maybe longer—he wasn’t counting the times he had checked his phone causally to see what time in the morning it was, because at three in the morning who wouldn’t want to know the time? Overall, his phone had stared at him most of the night and he’d had to remind himself constantly that he wasn’t dealing with some overly giddy girl, a.k.a. this wasn’t Shirley. It was Suzaku, he knew that plenty well enough, and he’d have to be patient. Lelouch had told Suzaku to text him but that didn’t mean he would text him until later, possibly much later. And really it didn’t mean it would even come that day, although that was when he had specified it—and of course everyone always followed his orders, as a general rule.
The good news was that he’d weaseled his way into another two to four thirty shift. The first one had been a fluke, but after talking to Ohgi about it the older supervising manager had agreed that they did always tend to need more help, if only for that short amount of time…in fact he now had the whole week scheduled to work every day at that time, but he had the weekend off! And with any luck tonight or possibly even tomorrow he’d have a reason why he couldn’t attend the Student Council Spring Beginning Semester (yes, beginning, with Milly they had a beginning, middle and end and finals and post semester trip and then there was the summer trips, besides all the other stuff she put on)trip. And besides that Suzaku had things like work, and he wasn’t sure if a major was allowed to text at work, he doubted that.
So he sat, his head resting over his crossed arms, and stared at the phone placed a few inches away from him of the desk. The teacher at the head of the room rambled oblivious t the anguish of the seventeen year old boy that always sat near the windows. He gave a sigh and grabbed the phone flipping it open to see the time. It was almost nine, which meant that Suzaku should have texted him by now! He set the phone back down and nudged it back to its original spot.
The bell for classes gave its soft Ashford chime over head, shocking Lelouch out of his haze just enough for him to sit up, none too fast though. Wasn’t a little early for the bell, he thought but didn’t vocalize.
“Alright class, don’t forget there is the job fair later today in place of fifth Period and there will be a lot of very respectable and nice people there, so try to behave as much like adults as possible.”
Lelouch gave a nod, of course, they were seniors, they needed a future, and Ashford Academy produced only the best and brightest futures! He pushed his notebook into his messenger bag before pocketing the phone and followed the rest of the students out into the hall.
At the door he was met with the long green haired girl he always walked the halls with.
“You look rather somber today.” C.c. commented. He knew it wasn’t an inquiry, only an observation.
“It’s been a long morning.” There, not a lie!
“Has Milly been trying to get you in a dress again?” C.c. asked a bit too amused.
Lelouch rolled his eyes. “That will never cease.” Also, not a lie.
C.c. gave a wry smile, “But you look oh so cute in them,”
“Call me Lulu and I kill you.” Lelouch shot back. He was serious about it too. Shirley was enough to handle
having anyone else catching on to the little “nickname” would be murder.
“You know, she really does like you, it’s not just your ass she’s after.” C.c. said matter of fact tone and face to accompany.
Lelouch gave another sigh. “She doesn’t know what she really wants, she just knows she doesn’t like Rivals and there is no other guy on the Student Council.”
C.c. gave another wry smile. “I think she’s pretty set on you.”
Lelouch gave a roll of his eyes as he turned down the hall leading towards the student council room.
“And really I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.” Lelouch said at length.
“You forget, Lelouch, that I am the one who has access to the girl’s locker room.” C.c. spoke in the same monotone, but it was more of the words that had the slight haughty feel to them. “And you would be surprised at what topics come up unbidden.”
Lelouch rolled his eyes. The odd girl may be the closest thing he had to a best friend but at the same times, she was at times hard to deal with. He was never even sure if he completely trusted her or not. It was all a game of chance with her. He was never sure what she wanted or even what he should and should not tell her, because of that he told her little, and it was also why he stayed around her. If nothing else it was two people who weren’t sure if they should trust anyone that had banded together against the world.
“See ya.” Lelouch waved over his shoulder as he turned into the room.
“Lulu!” that awful name screeched over his ears as he entered, and he could swear he heard a vindictive chuckle from just beyond the door. He’d get C.c. back, he wasn’t sure how, but he’d manage something—he’d ban pizza for the next week from the roof!
“Well, look who decided to show up!” Milly let slip also. “Really Vice your attendance is atrocious!”
“Yeah, yeah what’s on the schedule for today?” He slumped into a chair at the table as Shirley passed him a folder full of papers.
He didn’t enjoy the Student Council as much as he wanted something impressive to put on his college application. That and Rivals had been his buddy all the way since junior high and when he went into the Student Council he’d figured why not. Then again, over all it was for the expectations, saying he’d be under the gun if he hadn’t have had something extracurricular would have been a vast understatement.
“We need to go over the Career Fair for this afternoon and help set up the stations. There’s a list of the careers and who is coming with them.” Milly went on as she strolled in front of the windows.
Lelouch gave an idle nod before he pulled out the list and scanned it.
His eyes shot wide.
He reread, slower this time, before he felt the gasp he was fearing catch in his throat.
“He’s coming here!”
~^~
Suzaku stretched as he stood from the car. The open campus of Ashford Academy stretched before him. Lieutenant Colonel Cornelia had told him that she wanted someone with an intriguing career to be at this recruitment assignment or whatever they were calling it. He knew why, he’d been on Special tasks forces since a few months after joining the military; he’d even been in command of one for a little while. He wasn’t sure though if he should tell her that the last Special Core he’d been in hadn’t exactly been what he description made it sound, there wasn’t really a description out there that would be appropriate, and further more he didn’t want to exactly bring it up to high school kids.
He gave a sigh and pulled on his service cap. He had been informed that he should come looking his best. He was going to be the main face of the Army while here. He knew the Marines would be the only other faction represented, and it had been made very clear that by no means were they to win out in this. Typical, the Army and the Marines had always been at each other’s back at who was better at their job. Suzaku hadn’t cared when he first joined and he didn’t particularly care now. The only reason he’d ever joined the Army was because their recruiting office had been a shorter walk than the Marines recruiting office, by about a block actually. There had been a lot of other reasons, but most of those weren’t pleasant to think about anyway.
He took one last look around before he started forward to the main building. He had been told that two privates would be meeting him here to help—which meant stand there, look awkward and hand the kids some flyers, while Suzaku was forced to do all the talking. It was fine. He’d done it before he could more than do it again.
He opened the main entrance doors before letting himself in as he scanned for the main office.
~*~
If it was possible he would have started to hyperventilate at that moment.
Suzaku was coming here, to his school, to an event he was co-chairman, in which event he would be expected to talk to him, and see him, and there was no way he could make his face lie and say he was someone else, anyone else, besides Lelouch Lamprouge, the boy he’d met at Barnes & Noble, the boy he’d tricked in to thinking he was in college, the boy who’d kissed him last night.
Pretty much Lelouch was just plainly in some serious deep shit.
“Who’s coming, Lulu?” Shirley asked her big blue eyes looking up a bit vacant and void as she stared at the boy’s odd behavior.
Lelouch held the list away from him , his full arm extended to get the sheet as far away as possible. His head whipped around the room to see his peers all staring at him, not quite the same as Shirley, but with the same curiosity.
“I—I—“ Have to go find C.c. this instant, so she can help me through this mess! “have to go to the bathroom.” He crashed his hand into his bag as he snatched it off of the table and bolted out the room a second later. He stumbled into a half run as he headed around the corner and started up the stairs. He’d kill that girl if she wasn’t skipping on the roof again.
What he didn’t realize he was leaving behind was a well endowed blonde with sharp eyes and now a creeping smile.
He bound on to the second level before he stopped at the sight down the hall, he turned about and slid down the last two steps to the open hall again.
“C.c.!” He shouted as he caught a glimpse of two apple green pigtails trailing around the corner ahead. The thought occurred to him that this may actually be the first time the girl had even gone to her biology class. No matter, he’d caught her before she’d gotten there and that was the point.
The girl peered casually back over at him, mild amusement flashed as Lelouch hopped the last two steps and let out to her.
“What—“
He wasted no time with her silly question—what ever it was—and grabbed her arm. He dragged her along with him as he went be for he tore o[en a the nearest janitor’s closet and flung the girl in before he gave one last cautious look and closed the door behind him. then he locked it, and checked it to make sure. Then he looked for a deadbolt, finding none, so instead he pushed C.c. deeper into the tiny little, ugly room.
“Lelouch!” She gave a more irritated shout.
“I have a problem.” He simply started. “I have a very, very big problem!”
C.c. stopped, her usually narrow eyes widened just a fraction.
Lelouch on the other hand, started to pace, and rant, and pace more rapidly. “He’s coming here. haha, you really don’t even know who he is, well he—I mean Suzaku—he’s coming here and I don’t know what to do and I can’t get out of this. C.c. what am I going to do!” he stopped abruptly to look up at the girl.
“Suzaku?” her mouth muddled its way through the word enough for Lelouch to know he was making no sense.
“I met him at work.” If it had been any other circumstance he would have stopped there, but desperation has an effect on the brain and on his it’s never on the good side. “He liked me and we kissed and pretty much yeah he’s coming here and I don’t know what I’m going to do!” He knew as a whole that was a bit of brief overview, but it got the point across.
She looked rather taken back for a moment before an ‘oh’ look crossed her face. “That’s why you won’t date Shirley.”
“What?” Lelouch gave an exasperated look. “What are you talking about? What does Shirley have to do with any of this?”
“I always had a hunch.” C.c. said rather smug.
Lelouch looked around the room before back at her with an incredulous expression. “This is no time for a stupid ‘I told you so.’”
C.c. gave an exaggerated eye roll. “Alright, fine, what is your problem?”
“I’m screwed!” He said accompanied by a dramatic lift and gesture of his hands. “Or even worse I’m not going to get screwed at this rate. He—Suzaku—I met him yesterday—is coming here to our school—today!”
“So what’s the problem?” C.c. asked, she raised an eyebrow as she leaned back against on to the metal shelves.
“You like him, right?”
“Ye—“ the thought abruptly occurred to him. “You’re taking this news rather easily.” Too easily…
“It wasn’t hard to get past.” He gave a catlike stretch. “All things considering, of course.”
“Yes well—“ Lelouch stopped before his hand, previously up, dropped to his hip as his eyes narrowed on her.
“What do you mean all things considering?”
She shot him a sidelong look. “Come on, Lelouch, someone as gay as you it’s kind of hard not to have wondered.” Lelouch wasn’t convinced. She gave a sigh. “Take your room, for instance.”
“What’s wrong with my room?” Lelouch would have realized that they were completely off topic, but really he wasn’t that gay. So he’d kissed a guy! It was his first time kissing a guy, and it had been a little anxious, but overall not a bad kiss—but to the point it was only one kiss out of the good ten to fifteen kisses he’d gotten from girls—junior high he’d like the idea of messing with people, still liked the idea. His preferences had just changed.
“Well,” she thoughtfully, “It’s clean.”
He shot back straight at that thought. How was clean ever a bad thing? “I’m clean? That’s what convinced you that I’m gay?”
“It’s really clean.” There was about as much emphasis on that one word as Lelouch had ever heard out of C.c. bland tone.
“How does clean equal gay?” Lelouch scowled.
Before C.c. could answer there was jiggle of the handle.
“Shittt!” Lelouch let out at a higher pitch then he would have liked as he scrambled against the wall and next to C.c.
C.c gave an exaggerated eye roll again as she reached forward. “It’s probably just a janitor—“ she hooked her hand over the handle and turned as her other hand unlocked it.
The door didn’t have time to swing open as Milly threw it open. “I knew you were in here! I’ve got you now.”
“I’m screwed.” Lelouch let out as he slid just s touch down the wall.
C.c. took the liberty to pull Milly into the room and close the door behind her.
“Lulu, you’re in trouble aren’t you?” Milly said as she pointed an accusatory finger at him.
“No, but he is gay.” C.c. oh so helpfully put in.
Lelouch opened his mouth to dispute that before shutting it again. She was right, he was gay—if for nothing else for the fact that he was freaking out because the boy he wanted as a boyfriend (whom he’d lied to, but never mind that) was indeed scheduled to come to his high school.
“Well, I could have guessed that.” Milly said, she gave her own eye roll this time too. “I mean come on just look at his room.”
Lelouch head snapped at that. “For the second time, what is wrong with my room?”
“Have you seen Rival’s?” Milly asked with a flat line expression.
Lelouch gave a leered smile now. “No, but apparently you have.”
C.c. got the same smile. “It would seem, Rival has had more encouragement than anyone’s ever figured.”
Milly straightened. “Oh, come on!”Then her narrow –Lelouch could have sworn slitted eyes of some sort of
reptile—blue eyes focused directly on him. “Besides I believe we were talking about you, boy, not me.” Her eyes gave that spark that made Lelouch want to cringe. “So what’s the problem? Boy not like you back?”
“Well, no he likes me.” Lelouch stammered out. He wasn’t sure when he had decided telling Milly was a good idea, because he knew it wasn’t, but it had happened and now it seemed impossibly to shut up.
“He’s been waiting for a text from him all morning.” C.c. added in.
Lelouch reckoned that this was the phenomenon that for some reason only occurred in girls. Two girls, barely know or like each other, insert common goal, and Wam! They’re best friends or something of the like.
“Wait a minute, I never told you that.” Lelouch realized.
“You’ve been staring at your phone all morning.” C.c. reasoned with a shrug. Lelouch hated it when she did that, he hated it worse when she was right to boot.
Milly gave a pose as she looked over the two. “Really Lulu, that doesn’t sound like much of a problem to me,”
“That’s not it.” That damned C.c. again!
Lelouch shot her a glare before answering Milly, as much as he hated too, he needed ideas to get out of this.
“He’s coming here.”
“How is that a bad thing?” Milly exclaimed. “Can I meet him? Is he cute?” She leaned forward, assaulting
Lelouch with her perfume and well, her boobs were just as close as her face, which he found out he wasn’t all that up for—reason number two he must be gay.
“He thinks I’m in college.” Lelouch yelped—anything to get her away from him.
C.c. perked up. “Why did you tell him that?”
Lelouch wanted to give a whimper but instead he just gave as honest of an answer as he could come up with. “He didn’t ask me exactly. I just let him make assumptions and, we met while I was at work at the bookstore and things just sort of happened. I just can’t let him find out now.”
The two girls blinked at him, a mixture of blank and surprised expressions all accusing him of being a liar.
Of course, the last part could just be his imagination…or his conscious—that was the most likely, but Lelouch refused to even acknowledge he had one, so it couldn’t be that.
Milly was the first to break the silence with a dramatic sigh. “Alright, Lulu,” She gave a pout of her lip. “I always did have a soft spot for you, I guess. Who’s the guy?”
He let out a sigh of relief and the name all at once. “Suzaku.” a brief inhale, “His name is Suzaku Kururugi.”
~*~
When he entered into the crowded and transformed gym, he had to start to force his way through all the pastel yellow clad girls and black pressed boys to find the small booth designated for the Army. The two privates were already there and talking to several of the students. Suzaku took his chance and stole a seat behind the table, pamphlets set out before him, and no one insight. He looked around and almost heaved a sigh. There wasn’t a chance in hell that they would get a single recruit here. Around them everything from stock companies to NASA had booths set up and several (namely NASA) had quite elaborated displays set up (a.k.a. the miniature rock that looked to have a launch time set for later that afternoon). Yeah, their little ‘With enough soldiers, the Army is looking for a few good Officers,” sign, right next to their Amy Star poster, they weren’t going to get a thing. NASA had a rocket for F-ing sake! Suzaku knew when he was in high school that would have been his first stop and he would have been wishing for it to blow up mid flight. He was a boy after all.
He leaned forward over the table resting his elbows on them and letting his weight settled over the table. It had been an all too early morning and he was ready to crash in his office. Then he realized that his office chair was still in pieces—larger pieces, but not functional. Maybe he could try and sneakily drag a couch into his office. Couches were much better to take naps on anyway, and it really wouldn’t be hard. The key would be getting it past his secretary (what was her name again?) without her noticing he was dragging a couch—
“Hey, you the Major?” The boy in front of Suzaku asked. Suzaku wasn’t going to lie he pretty much just ended up on his hair. It looked like it winged out and was blue—very very blue. Did he mean for it to look like that?
“Yes,” Suzaku abruptly realized he hadn’t answered, and that he was staring—at the kids hair, because it was so blue.
“I’m Rivals, part of the student Council here—“ he jutted his hand out for what Suzaku guessed was a shake when it knocked into the coffee(ironic) on the table.
The coffee, thankfully lukewarm, spilled over on to the table and splashed on to the floor, and somewhere in between all over Suzaku’s only formal uniform. Suzaku jerked up to his feet as the boy gave a panicked yelp.
“I’m so sorry, sir, I mean Major, I mean Kururugi—“
Suzaku held up his hand to stop the endless blather. “It’s alright.” He’d have to pay for a good cleaning, but coffee came out a lot easier then blood. He’d learned that a long time ago.
The two privates stood there dumb founded—
“Hey!” Suzaku came to the realization he’d met these two before. He remembered he’d wanted to shoot them. “I know you two.” He pointed out…while covered in coffee.
“Sir!” the formal one from before gave a swift nod. “Uhm—“ he turned to the mortified boy then to his companion. “Is there something we could do…?”
“Right.” Suzaku said looking down.
There wasn’t a huge range of options left open to him. He’d just gotten there after all and it wasn’t like he could just leave, this was an assignment. So he’d have to find a way around it. He slipped the coat off easily enough. It looked to have gotten the brunt of the accident. The white shirt and black tie underneath were both fine. His slacks on the other hand…
He looked up to the two new recruits. One of them looked bored and a uninterested and the other on the brink of a breakdown. He smiled, in hopes of calming the situation. He looked over to the student. He seemed to snap out of his daze at that and looked to Suzaku.
“Uhm, sir, not that I think you’d want to or anything, but really, uhm there…” the kid trailed off.
Suzaku was tempted to ask him what in the hell he was babbling about but before he could even open his mouth the babbling had started back up again.
“I mean, we have extra uniforms in the student council room, not exactly sure why we have them there, but the point is that we do and well—“
Suzaku held up a hand to silence him. “A pair of slacks would be just fine.”
“Of course!” the kid exclaimed. “Just follow me and I’ll make sure you get—“
And Suzaku was sure the kid kept going, but he had turned to the recruits already. “Here,” he handed his coat over. “Do me a favor and go get this cleaned.” It took him only a second to pull out his wallet and give him a ten as well before he continued around the table and followed the student.
In normal circumstances he would have felt guilty for shoving his sticky coat off on someone else. But a part of him, rather small but still there, still felt rather vindictive over the day before.
~*~
“Here!” Millay popped out of the student council room store closet.
Lelouch eyed the piece of clothing her hand for a moment longer than necessary. He had no desire to wear a dress.
“It’s a pair of Rivals jeans. He left them in here after the cross dressers festival.” Milly said as she shoved the pants at him. “You can keep the white shirt under your uniform, it looks nice on you anyway.”
Lelouch gave a roll of his eyes before he snatched the jeans out of her hands then he held them up. “These won’t fit.” He commented with a sneer.
“Of course not, they’re Rivals.” C.c. commented from her perch on the table. “He’s three sizes bigger than you and five inches shorter.”
“Well really—“ Milly stopped mid sentence.
Lelouch looked up from the jeans in confusion for a second until he heard it too.
Footsteps, from the hall outside. Then his eyes widened as he heard words as well.
“Really, Major Kururugi, I’m sorry about..” there was more but Lelouch didn’t catch it as the room flew into a panic.
He found himself a second later in the grubby fingers of both girls as his uniform coat was stripped off his shoulders, the jean jabbed into his hands, and pushed into the storeroom with a yelp. He stumbled over a box on the floor and found himself sprawled over a mound of props, dresses, costumes and something’s he never even knew they had in there.
“Get dressed!” Milly squealed at him. “And if you can, find a belt.” Then she shut the door on him and he realized that there was indeed no light in the storage room. “If he didn’t find you at all that would be your best option, but if not you better not be in a uniform!”
He huffed a sigh as he sank if possible even deeper into the mound.
~*~
“Oh, hey Milly!” the blue haired student exclaimed as they entered.
“Rivals!” She exclaimed.
Suzaku tilted his head just a bit. There were two girls in the room, both standing in front of what looked like a closet and both with their hands clasped behind their backs. The one he assumed was Milly looked the most suspicious, he was sure of what but still, while the other—with amazingly green hair…what was up with these students and their hair?—had a blank, emotionless stare.
The blond stepped forward to sling her arm over the boy’s neck before her eye turned to him. “You must be the Major they sent over?” She unhooked herself from the kid called Rivals and waltzed her way over to him.
Suzaku wasn’t at all sure if he liked the way she was looking at him, or looking him over was more like it. Her blue eyes matched a cryptic smile as she took a step closer to him. He stifled the urge to take a step back. She looked more like a bird of prey eying a mouse than a high school student.
“Uh, yeah.” Suzaku said as he stared rather blankly.
“Fabulous.” Her exuberance with the word gave it a new meaning, and Suzaku wasn’t sure if he liked it. Her eyes abruptly caught the stain of coffee on his slacks. “Eh---what…happened?”
Suzaku looked down at the stain. “Er, well it was an accident.” Suzaku explained with a chuckle.
Lightning blue eyes flashed ot rivals. The boy instantly crumbled. “well—eh—there was coffee and I trie to shake his hand and …that’s my story.”
“Umhmm.” Milly hummed before she turned back to Suzaku. “We’ll have to get you something else to wear.” With that she slid her way to the closet. “Just one moment and I’ll be sure to find something.”
With that she fleeted into the closet and shut the door behind her.
~*~
~Whilst in the Closet…Literally and Figuratively~
“Wow, Lulu, how in the world did you ever just pick that up at the book store?” She exclaimed, to a very dark room. It took only a second to reach up, find the string, and click the closet light on. What was revealed was the mess known as the Student Council storage room, complete with dresses designed for men, cat costumes and as a bonus Lelouch!
“Hey! How did you find that?” Lelouch growled as it was revealed he was standing face to face with the blond demon of a student body president.
A sly smile stretched over glossy lips. “What in the world were you doing in here alone with the lights off, Lulu?”
“Stop calling me that ridiculous name!” Lelouch howled as he tried (failing mostly) to pull Rivals jeans into some semblance over his hips. His eyes scanned the cramped, claustrophobic room for some sort of belt. “And I couldn’t find the light!” He felt the need to clarify.
Milly gave an exaggerated eye roll over to Lelouch. “You know with your Mr. Grumpypants act, I’m surprised you got anyone at all, let alone a man probably a decade older and still amazingly good looking, might I add.” A long drawn out sigh escaped her lips. “Older men are so attractive.”
“What?!” Lelouch squealed, his hand unclenched around the jeans for a split second, just long enough for the denim to pool over his shoes. Another rather undignified yelp was hurried as he realized he’d just de-pants-ed himself. He bent, seized the pants, and yanked them securely back up, so high they went over his belly button.
“Oh, come on, I know you like them too!” Milly said as she waved the matter off dramatically with her hand. “I mean Mr. All-muscle-and-masculinity out there is proof enough.”
“I didn’t go after him ‘cause he was older than me!” Lelouch gritted out. He’d already turned to the shelves to rummage again for something to hold up the jeans. “And he’s gay so really masculinity can’t be his most pronounced feature.” He huffed.
“Oh don’t be silly!” From her came that laugh Lelouch was sure he’d hear the day he was sent to hell for all the gambling he’d done. It wasn’t evil per say, it was just—well it was the shrill sound he was sure belonged to a banshee. “ Of course it can, and come on he’s a soldier, broad as the side of a barn and did you see that chest? Personally, I’d like to see it without the shirt,” she gave a glance at the still rummaging Lelouch.
“And I’m sure you would too.”
Finally, Lelouch turned back, triumphant with a belt, to face the most evil girl he’d ever known…besides C.c..
“Will you be quiet! What if he hears us?” he looped the belt through the correct places and pulled it tight as he could get it. He clipped it through the last hole, released the pants, and let out a huff as they again drop to the floor.
“Are those tighty whiteis?” Milly asked in disbelief.
Lelouch, retrieving the pants first, looked up at her. “They’re black, thank you very much!”
“Before you go for the bang you may want to buy some boxers?” Milly pointed out in calculated decision.
Lelouch’s brow dropped to a hard line over his eyes. “What’s wrong with these? And stop making it sound like
I’m just in this for the sex!”
Milly gave a shrug. “They’re how should I say? Uhm, gay. ”
Lelouch gave a grumbled huff. He had within the time frame of an hour been labeled irrevocably gay.
~*~
~Whilst Not in the Closet… Again, Literally and Figuratively~
There was, as far as Suzaku could tell, a rather lot of odd sounds that came from the closet. He wasn’t exactly sure what or who was in there with that blond girl, but he wasn’t sure he exactly wanted to know what it was that was going on in that small space.
“So…” the blue-haired boy started.
Suzaku had come to notice that the boy, Rivals, was rather awkward, and the further he tried to stem that awkwardness the more awkward he made things.
“Uh, C.c.,” Rivals said, his eyes turned to the slender green haired girl that stood (guarded) at the closet.
“Uh,” quite possibly Rivals favorite syllable. “do you know where Le—“
“NO.” the girl cut him off, voice sharp as a razor and just as cold.
Rivals didn’t seem to quick to the uptake either, Suzaku observed as the boy gave it another go. “Oh, come on, I know you and Lu—“
“the loo?” Her eyebrow rose.
Rivals gave huff. “Not the loo, I mean Lu as in L—“
“Really, Rivals,” the girl gave a dramatic eye roll as she strode forward to him. “If you need to use the bathroom just go. It’s not like you need someone to go in there and hold your hand.”
Suzaku was pretty sure they were both not talking about he same thing, but he wasn’t going to say a word. Nothing was worth the punishment of that catlike predatory stare that the girl was very pointedly pining Rivals down with.
“No, I mean Lu.” Rivals brow creased as he said it.
C.c. gave a (fake) huffed out sigh. “I know you mean loo! But serious do we have to get a news flash every time your body does something?”
Rivals stopped as he raised his hand. He opened his mouth, let it hang for a moment, just long enough to possibly earn the village idiot award, before he shut it to form the look of a confused oaf (pretty much the village idiot). “You know, I think I’m starting to get why Lelo—“
“Didn’t you need to use the bathroom!” the girl growled. The girl charged forward, giving Suzaku the distinct impression of a apple green rhino, and seized the poor village idiot by the arm. She didn’t’ stop though, instead she plowed her way past Suzaku and out of the room.
Suzaku stood there looking out the empty door way, and wondering when the hell did the American school system get fucked up enough to produce this high school?
He shook his head in disbelief. His day was just getting weirder and weirder. Looking up, he realized ha had also just been effectively left alone in the student council romm of one of the strangest high schools possibly on the planet.
“Uhm, excuse me?”
Suzaku’s head shot up to look at what was quite possibly one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen.
It was her hair he decided that was the most shocking. Pink, but not—it was the color he saw when he thought of sunsets of soft dew dropped roses, it was breath taking. A smile broke on her delicate features the moment his green eyes made contact with hers. There was some feeling, some reasons, he couldn’t quite place that he’d seen eyes so much like that before, in a different gaze, one with much more intent ,and less playful. Lilac eyes blinked, a flutter of thick lashes, as a giggle escaped pick full lips.
“Excuse me, sir.” A small hand, like that of a doll’s, came up to her mouth to mute the giggles. “But if I may ask, who are you?”
Suzaku cleared his throat, as discretely as he could, before he answered in a tone he hoped sounded like everything he hoped she wanted to hear. “ I’m Major Kururugi, Suzaku. I’m here with the military.”
Another bright, feminine smile broke on her face. “I see.” She lowered her hand to her side as she took a step into the room. “And you wouldn’t happen to know where my students have gone would you?”
“Students?” He said in confusion for a moment before he caught on to all the weird teenagers that had deeply confused him in the past thirty minutes. “Right, well I think a couple of them are in the closet,” he tried to sound as calm and casual as he could. “And the others…left.” It was an odd story, even for the one it had happened too.
The woman, teacher, sunset goddess didn’t look any more at ease. “Ah,”
“Yeah,” Suzaku said. It was more to fill the silence than anything else.
It wasn’t long until it was broken though. Like a fleeting breeze, she glided to him in her modest, not quite teacher-ly, sundress. Her hand extended out towards him as a msile graced those smooth full lips once again.
“I’m Euphie.”
Suzaku accepted the hand in a shake, “Suzaku.”
First Chapter Here
Rating: M
Summery: Major Suzaku Kururugi has been quietly given an office post for an incident his superiors would like to keep equally as quiet. He intends to simply wait it out till he can get back to his normal life, which is until he meets Lelouch, the boy who works at the local Barnes & Noble, and unfortunately a minor.
Warnings: Yaoi, Lulu is still in high school and Suzaku isn't , yeah all that jazz
Disclaimer: Just for good measure I own nothing, but my stories ….duh.
Minor vs. Major
Chapter Two
Ashford Academy Recruitment
4/4/2011 9:22 PM
Because it was a dream, he couldn’t just run. Because it was a dream, he was forced to stay, to stand, to watch. Because it was a dream, he was just as disgusted with his actions as he had been in life. Because it was a dream, and one he’d had often enough over the past few weeks, he knew there was no fighting it. Because he knew it by heart now, he knew the blood at his sleeves wasn’t real and that the bodies at his feet weren’t really reaching for him, but that didn’t stop the revulsion, and he doubted it ever would.
~*~
He woke with nothing but a pair of sweats on his legs. The cold air wasn’t what shocked him awake as he found himself sitting up, staring at the blank opposite wall of his new apartment. He calmed his breathing before looking around the room. The only thing within it was the blow up mattress he had borrowed from the base store-house (he’d found out in the process they had the most random shit there) and the military issue duffle bag thrown into the corner. He rolled to the side, hands fiddling to find the old pocket watch he’d left with his wallet and keys on the floor. The time was four fifty seven and from the lack of light in the room his guess was that was in the am hours. He lay back with a sigh. He didn’t have to be at work till eight, several long hours away.
He lulled his head to the side.The closet door was open to reveal his uniform hanging up. He only owned one because before this time all he ever needed was one. Under that in a black duffle bag, not the standard military issue, was what he was used to wearing. Primarily the cloths he would wear were black tight fitting and easy to move in, the body armor was engineered the same way. Really it just came down to being as efficient as possible. He rarely had to be even covert, that was the CIA’s job after all, but he was prepared nonetheless. He smiled at the thought, Gino had always laughed at the idea of the CIA. As much as the two separate entities hated each other, they worked together a lot, and it was no secret that if one of them did get discharged the CIA would have several job offers awaiting, followed quickly by FBI--but really they were respectable for the most part, and actually open with their affairs, where’s the fun in that?
Suzaku stared up at the white washed ceiling. Bismarck had made it clear he didn’t want Suzaku applying for a retirement, and Suzaku made it clear that he wouldn’t be. That didn’t mean thought about what would happen if he’d gotten a discharge instead. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, regardless if it was an honorable one or not. He guessed that he’d probably take a job offer from another government organization, but at the same time, he didn’t really want to work anywhere but in the Army.
He gave a sigh before he pulled himself up to stand. He couldn’t remember the last time he hadn’t had to sleep in an outfit he could be ready for anything for, so upon arrival home (he wasn’t sure if that was the right term even. He was American so he guessed he could call the states the closest he had to a home), he’d tried to think what a normal person whore to sleep in on an average night. That had turned up empty so he tried to think what he used to wear. In high school, it had been nothing but a pair of boxers. The idea had been intriguing, but he liked to think he’d moved on from that point, so he’d found the pair of sweat pants buried deep in his duffle bag and gone to bed, not a huge improvement, but still was an improvement nonetheless.
He was running into that problem a lot over the last three days. The very first had been with the apartment. He had been offered military housing, but turned it down. The housing itself was always very nice, but there he always ran into the married men (with or without children, overall most with) or the recruits in college or just—not people like him. He preferred off base as odd as it was to say or think for someone’s whose life consisted of the military.
He ambled his way into the kitchen as he brought a hand up to his head. It was way too early for this kind of behavior and he’d gotten too little sleep between moving what little he had in and the ever new incoming dreams. He found his way to the refrigerator and opened it only to remember he didn’t actually own any food. He gave a sigh and shut the fridge. The mail he’d thrown on the counter the night before stared back up at him. With another drawn out sigh of exhaustion, he reached for it. The first was a little bit of a relief, from the storage room he rented—he couldn’t even remember where---they had gotten his request for his stuff, all three boxes of it and were sending it over. The next was from Gino, a smile crept on for that, complete with a picture of the tall smiling man and himself. On the other side of a Russian postcard was a short, ‘The new guys no fun and you owe me a beer when you get back for the whole mess.’ He looked to see a couple of bare plain magnets on the fridge and posted the postcard, letter, and picture up there. A heavy weighted paper envelope next contained a letter of thanks for accepting the post, signed by Lieutenant Colonel Cornelia Li Britannia. He tossed it back on the counter. He stopped at the last letter. The post mark date was from two weeks prior—when he’d been given his official notice of transfer—and the address was to the base. He pursed his lips athe return address.
He left the letter there on the counter untouched, unopened, no desire to read it.
Instead he took one last look to the silver pocket watch for the time and went into his room to find some gym cloths. It would only take a minute to dig his laptop out from the bottom of the closet with the rest of his equipment and Google a 24-Hour Fitness Gym nearby.
~*~
Lelouch had been waiting for a text message since he’d woken at seven that morning…or maybe longer—he wasn’t counting the times he had checked his phone causally to see what time in the morning it was, because at three in the morning who wouldn’t want to know the time? Overall, his phone had stared at him most of the night and he’d had to remind himself constantly that he wasn’t dealing with some overly giddy girl, a.k.a. this wasn’t Shirley. It was Suzaku, he knew that plenty well enough, and he’d have to be patient. Lelouch had told Suzaku to text him but that didn’t mean he would text him until later, possibly much later. And really it didn’t mean it would even come that day, although that was when he had specified it—and of course everyone always followed his orders, as a general rule.
The good news was that he’d weaseled his way into another two to four thirty shift. The first one had been a fluke, but after talking to Ohgi about it the older supervising manager had agreed that they did always tend to need more help, if only for that short amount of time…in fact he now had the whole week scheduled to work every day at that time, but he had the weekend off! And with any luck tonight or possibly even tomorrow he’d have a reason why he couldn’t attend the Student Council Spring Beginning Semester (yes, beginning, with Milly they had a beginning, middle and end and finals and post semester trip and then there was the summer trips, besides all the other stuff she put on)trip. And besides that Suzaku had things like work, and he wasn’t sure if a major was allowed to text at work, he doubted that.
So he sat, his head resting over his crossed arms, and stared at the phone placed a few inches away from him of the desk. The teacher at the head of the room rambled oblivious t the anguish of the seventeen year old boy that always sat near the windows. He gave a sigh and grabbed the phone flipping it open to see the time. It was almost nine, which meant that Suzaku should have texted him by now! He set the phone back down and nudged it back to its original spot.
The bell for classes gave its soft Ashford chime over head, shocking Lelouch out of his haze just enough for him to sit up, none too fast though. Wasn’t a little early for the bell, he thought but didn’t vocalize.
“Alright class, don’t forget there is the job fair later today in place of fifth Period and there will be a lot of very respectable and nice people there, so try to behave as much like adults as possible.”
Lelouch gave a nod, of course, they were seniors, they needed a future, and Ashford Academy produced only the best and brightest futures! He pushed his notebook into his messenger bag before pocketing the phone and followed the rest of the students out into the hall.
At the door he was met with the long green haired girl he always walked the halls with.
“You look rather somber today.” C.c. commented. He knew it wasn’t an inquiry, only an observation.
“It’s been a long morning.” There, not a lie!
“Has Milly been trying to get you in a dress again?” C.c. asked a bit too amused.
Lelouch rolled his eyes. “That will never cease.” Also, not a lie.
C.c. gave a wry smile, “But you look oh so cute in them,”
“Call me Lulu and I kill you.” Lelouch shot back. He was serious about it too. Shirley was enough to handle
having anyone else catching on to the little “nickname” would be murder.
“You know, she really does like you, it’s not just your ass she’s after.” C.c. said matter of fact tone and face to accompany.
Lelouch gave another sigh. “She doesn’t know what she really wants, she just knows she doesn’t like Rivals and there is no other guy on the Student Council.”
C.c. gave another wry smile. “I think she’s pretty set on you.”
Lelouch gave a roll of his eyes as he turned down the hall leading towards the student council room.
“And really I don’t think you know what you’re talking about.” Lelouch said at length.
“You forget, Lelouch, that I am the one who has access to the girl’s locker room.” C.c. spoke in the same monotone, but it was more of the words that had the slight haughty feel to them. “And you would be surprised at what topics come up unbidden.”
Lelouch rolled his eyes. The odd girl may be the closest thing he had to a best friend but at the same times, she was at times hard to deal with. He was never even sure if he completely trusted her or not. It was all a game of chance with her. He was never sure what she wanted or even what he should and should not tell her, because of that he told her little, and it was also why he stayed around her. If nothing else it was two people who weren’t sure if they should trust anyone that had banded together against the world.
“See ya.” Lelouch waved over his shoulder as he turned into the room.
“Lulu!” that awful name screeched over his ears as he entered, and he could swear he heard a vindictive chuckle from just beyond the door. He’d get C.c. back, he wasn’t sure how, but he’d manage something—he’d ban pizza for the next week from the roof!
“Well, look who decided to show up!” Milly let slip also. “Really Vice your attendance is atrocious!”
“Yeah, yeah what’s on the schedule for today?” He slumped into a chair at the table as Shirley passed him a folder full of papers.
He didn’t enjoy the Student Council as much as he wanted something impressive to put on his college application. That and Rivals had been his buddy all the way since junior high and when he went into the Student Council he’d figured why not. Then again, over all it was for the expectations, saying he’d be under the gun if he hadn’t have had something extracurricular would have been a vast understatement.
“We need to go over the Career Fair for this afternoon and help set up the stations. There’s a list of the careers and who is coming with them.” Milly went on as she strolled in front of the windows.
Lelouch gave an idle nod before he pulled out the list and scanned it.
His eyes shot wide.
He reread, slower this time, before he felt the gasp he was fearing catch in his throat.
“He’s coming here!”
~^~
Suzaku stretched as he stood from the car. The open campus of Ashford Academy stretched before him. Lieutenant Colonel Cornelia had told him that she wanted someone with an intriguing career to be at this recruitment assignment or whatever they were calling it. He knew why, he’d been on Special tasks forces since a few months after joining the military; he’d even been in command of one for a little while. He wasn’t sure though if he should tell her that the last Special Core he’d been in hadn’t exactly been what he description made it sound, there wasn’t really a description out there that would be appropriate, and further more he didn’t want to exactly bring it up to high school kids.
He gave a sigh and pulled on his service cap. He had been informed that he should come looking his best. He was going to be the main face of the Army while here. He knew the Marines would be the only other faction represented, and it had been made very clear that by no means were they to win out in this. Typical, the Army and the Marines had always been at each other’s back at who was better at their job. Suzaku hadn’t cared when he first joined and he didn’t particularly care now. The only reason he’d ever joined the Army was because their recruiting office had been a shorter walk than the Marines recruiting office, by about a block actually. There had been a lot of other reasons, but most of those weren’t pleasant to think about anyway.
He took one last look around before he started forward to the main building. He had been told that two privates would be meeting him here to help—which meant stand there, look awkward and hand the kids some flyers, while Suzaku was forced to do all the talking. It was fine. He’d done it before he could more than do it again.
He opened the main entrance doors before letting himself in as he scanned for the main office.
~*~
If it was possible he would have started to hyperventilate at that moment.
Suzaku was coming here, to his school, to an event he was co-chairman, in which event he would be expected to talk to him, and see him, and there was no way he could make his face lie and say he was someone else, anyone else, besides Lelouch Lamprouge, the boy he’d met at Barnes & Noble, the boy he’d tricked in to thinking he was in college, the boy who’d kissed him last night.
Pretty much Lelouch was just plainly in some serious deep shit.
“Who’s coming, Lulu?” Shirley asked her big blue eyes looking up a bit vacant and void as she stared at the boy’s odd behavior.
Lelouch held the list away from him , his full arm extended to get the sheet as far away as possible. His head whipped around the room to see his peers all staring at him, not quite the same as Shirley, but with the same curiosity.
“I—I—“ Have to go find C.c. this instant, so she can help me through this mess! “have to go to the bathroom.” He crashed his hand into his bag as he snatched it off of the table and bolted out the room a second later. He stumbled into a half run as he headed around the corner and started up the stairs. He’d kill that girl if she wasn’t skipping on the roof again.
What he didn’t realize he was leaving behind was a well endowed blonde with sharp eyes and now a creeping smile.
He bound on to the second level before he stopped at the sight down the hall, he turned about and slid down the last two steps to the open hall again.
“C.c.!” He shouted as he caught a glimpse of two apple green pigtails trailing around the corner ahead. The thought occurred to him that this may actually be the first time the girl had even gone to her biology class. No matter, he’d caught her before she’d gotten there and that was the point.
The girl peered casually back over at him, mild amusement flashed as Lelouch hopped the last two steps and let out to her.
“What—“
He wasted no time with her silly question—what ever it was—and grabbed her arm. He dragged her along with him as he went be for he tore o[en a the nearest janitor’s closet and flung the girl in before he gave one last cautious look and closed the door behind him. then he locked it, and checked it to make sure. Then he looked for a deadbolt, finding none, so instead he pushed C.c. deeper into the tiny little, ugly room.
“Lelouch!” She gave a more irritated shout.
“I have a problem.” He simply started. “I have a very, very big problem!”
C.c. stopped, her usually narrow eyes widened just a fraction.
Lelouch on the other hand, started to pace, and rant, and pace more rapidly. “He’s coming here. haha, you really don’t even know who he is, well he—I mean Suzaku—he’s coming here and I don’t know what to do and I can’t get out of this. C.c. what am I going to do!” he stopped abruptly to look up at the girl.
“Suzaku?” her mouth muddled its way through the word enough for Lelouch to know he was making no sense.
“I met him at work.” If it had been any other circumstance he would have stopped there, but desperation has an effect on the brain and on his it’s never on the good side. “He liked me and we kissed and pretty much yeah he’s coming here and I don’t know what I’m going to do!” He knew as a whole that was a bit of brief overview, but it got the point across.
She looked rather taken back for a moment before an ‘oh’ look crossed her face. “That’s why you won’t date Shirley.”
“What?” Lelouch gave an exasperated look. “What are you talking about? What does Shirley have to do with any of this?”
“I always had a hunch.” C.c. said rather smug.
Lelouch looked around the room before back at her with an incredulous expression. “This is no time for a stupid ‘I told you so.’”
C.c. gave an exaggerated eye roll. “Alright, fine, what is your problem?”
“I’m screwed!” He said accompanied by a dramatic lift and gesture of his hands. “Or even worse I’m not going to get screwed at this rate. He—Suzaku—I met him yesterday—is coming here to our school—today!”
“So what’s the problem?” C.c. asked, she raised an eyebrow as she leaned back against on to the metal shelves.
“You like him, right?”
“Ye—“ the thought abruptly occurred to him. “You’re taking this news rather easily.” Too easily…
“It wasn’t hard to get past.” He gave a catlike stretch. “All things considering, of course.”
“Yes well—“ Lelouch stopped before his hand, previously up, dropped to his hip as his eyes narrowed on her.
“What do you mean all things considering?”
She shot him a sidelong look. “Come on, Lelouch, someone as gay as you it’s kind of hard not to have wondered.” Lelouch wasn’t convinced. She gave a sigh. “Take your room, for instance.”
“What’s wrong with my room?” Lelouch would have realized that they were completely off topic, but really he wasn’t that gay. So he’d kissed a guy! It was his first time kissing a guy, and it had been a little anxious, but overall not a bad kiss—but to the point it was only one kiss out of the good ten to fifteen kisses he’d gotten from girls—junior high he’d like the idea of messing with people, still liked the idea. His preferences had just changed.
“Well,” she thoughtfully, “It’s clean.”
He shot back straight at that thought. How was clean ever a bad thing? “I’m clean? That’s what convinced you that I’m gay?”
“It’s really clean.” There was about as much emphasis on that one word as Lelouch had ever heard out of C.c. bland tone.
“How does clean equal gay?” Lelouch scowled.
Before C.c. could answer there was jiggle of the handle.
“Shittt!” Lelouch let out at a higher pitch then he would have liked as he scrambled against the wall and next to C.c.
C.c gave an exaggerated eye roll again as she reached forward. “It’s probably just a janitor—“ she hooked her hand over the handle and turned as her other hand unlocked it.
The door didn’t have time to swing open as Milly threw it open. “I knew you were in here! I’ve got you now.”
“I’m screwed.” Lelouch let out as he slid just s touch down the wall.
C.c. took the liberty to pull Milly into the room and close the door behind her.
“Lulu, you’re in trouble aren’t you?” Milly said as she pointed an accusatory finger at him.
“No, but he is gay.” C.c. oh so helpfully put in.
Lelouch opened his mouth to dispute that before shutting it again. She was right, he was gay—if for nothing else for the fact that he was freaking out because the boy he wanted as a boyfriend (whom he’d lied to, but never mind that) was indeed scheduled to come to his high school.
“Well, I could have guessed that.” Milly said, she gave her own eye roll this time too. “I mean come on just look at his room.”
Lelouch head snapped at that. “For the second time, what is wrong with my room?”
“Have you seen Rival’s?” Milly asked with a flat line expression.
Lelouch gave a leered smile now. “No, but apparently you have.”
C.c. got the same smile. “It would seem, Rival has had more encouragement than anyone’s ever figured.”
Milly straightened. “Oh, come on!”Then her narrow –Lelouch could have sworn slitted eyes of some sort of
reptile—blue eyes focused directly on him. “Besides I believe we were talking about you, boy, not me.” Her eyes gave that spark that made Lelouch want to cringe. “So what’s the problem? Boy not like you back?”
“Well, no he likes me.” Lelouch stammered out. He wasn’t sure when he had decided telling Milly was a good idea, because he knew it wasn’t, but it had happened and now it seemed impossibly to shut up.
“He’s been waiting for a text from him all morning.” C.c. added in.
Lelouch reckoned that this was the phenomenon that for some reason only occurred in girls. Two girls, barely know or like each other, insert common goal, and Wam! They’re best friends or something of the like.
“Wait a minute, I never told you that.” Lelouch realized.
“You’ve been staring at your phone all morning.” C.c. reasoned with a shrug. Lelouch hated it when she did that, he hated it worse when she was right to boot.
Milly gave a pose as she looked over the two. “Really Lulu, that doesn’t sound like much of a problem to me,”
“That’s not it.” That damned C.c. again!
Lelouch shot her a glare before answering Milly, as much as he hated too, he needed ideas to get out of this.
“He’s coming here.”
“How is that a bad thing?” Milly exclaimed. “Can I meet him? Is he cute?” She leaned forward, assaulting
Lelouch with her perfume and well, her boobs were just as close as her face, which he found out he wasn’t all that up for—reason number two he must be gay.
“He thinks I’m in college.” Lelouch yelped—anything to get her away from him.
C.c. perked up. “Why did you tell him that?”
Lelouch wanted to give a whimper but instead he just gave as honest of an answer as he could come up with. “He didn’t ask me exactly. I just let him make assumptions and, we met while I was at work at the bookstore and things just sort of happened. I just can’t let him find out now.”
The two girls blinked at him, a mixture of blank and surprised expressions all accusing him of being a liar.
Of course, the last part could just be his imagination…or his conscious—that was the most likely, but Lelouch refused to even acknowledge he had one, so it couldn’t be that.
Milly was the first to break the silence with a dramatic sigh. “Alright, Lulu,” She gave a pout of her lip. “I always did have a soft spot for you, I guess. Who’s the guy?”
He let out a sigh of relief and the name all at once. “Suzaku.” a brief inhale, “His name is Suzaku Kururugi.”
~*~
When he entered into the crowded and transformed gym, he had to start to force his way through all the pastel yellow clad girls and black pressed boys to find the small booth designated for the Army. The two privates were already there and talking to several of the students. Suzaku took his chance and stole a seat behind the table, pamphlets set out before him, and no one insight. He looked around and almost heaved a sigh. There wasn’t a chance in hell that they would get a single recruit here. Around them everything from stock companies to NASA had booths set up and several (namely NASA) had quite elaborated displays set up (a.k.a. the miniature rock that looked to have a launch time set for later that afternoon). Yeah, their little ‘With enough soldiers, the Army is looking for a few good Officers,” sign, right next to their Amy Star poster, they weren’t going to get a thing. NASA had a rocket for F-ing sake! Suzaku knew when he was in high school that would have been his first stop and he would have been wishing for it to blow up mid flight. He was a boy after all.
He leaned forward over the table resting his elbows on them and letting his weight settled over the table. It had been an all too early morning and he was ready to crash in his office. Then he realized that his office chair was still in pieces—larger pieces, but not functional. Maybe he could try and sneakily drag a couch into his office. Couches were much better to take naps on anyway, and it really wouldn’t be hard. The key would be getting it past his secretary (what was her name again?) without her noticing he was dragging a couch—
“Hey, you the Major?” The boy in front of Suzaku asked. Suzaku wasn’t going to lie he pretty much just ended up on his hair. It looked like it winged out and was blue—very very blue. Did he mean for it to look like that?
“Yes,” Suzaku abruptly realized he hadn’t answered, and that he was staring—at the kids hair, because it was so blue.
“I’m Rivals, part of the student Council here—“ he jutted his hand out for what Suzaku guessed was a shake when it knocked into the coffee(ironic) on the table.
The coffee, thankfully lukewarm, spilled over on to the table and splashed on to the floor, and somewhere in between all over Suzaku’s only formal uniform. Suzaku jerked up to his feet as the boy gave a panicked yelp.
“I’m so sorry, sir, I mean Major, I mean Kururugi—“
Suzaku held up his hand to stop the endless blather. “It’s alright.” He’d have to pay for a good cleaning, but coffee came out a lot easier then blood. He’d learned that a long time ago.
The two privates stood there dumb founded—
“Hey!” Suzaku came to the realization he’d met these two before. He remembered he’d wanted to shoot them. “I know you two.” He pointed out…while covered in coffee.
“Sir!” the formal one from before gave a swift nod. “Uhm—“ he turned to the mortified boy then to his companion. “Is there something we could do…?”
“Right.” Suzaku said looking down.
There wasn’t a huge range of options left open to him. He’d just gotten there after all and it wasn’t like he could just leave, this was an assignment. So he’d have to find a way around it. He slipped the coat off easily enough. It looked to have gotten the brunt of the accident. The white shirt and black tie underneath were both fine. His slacks on the other hand…
He looked up to the two new recruits. One of them looked bored and a uninterested and the other on the brink of a breakdown. He smiled, in hopes of calming the situation. He looked over to the student. He seemed to snap out of his daze at that and looked to Suzaku.
“Uhm, sir, not that I think you’d want to or anything, but really, uhm there…” the kid trailed off.
Suzaku was tempted to ask him what in the hell he was babbling about but before he could even open his mouth the babbling had started back up again.
“I mean, we have extra uniforms in the student council room, not exactly sure why we have them there, but the point is that we do and well—“
Suzaku held up a hand to silence him. “A pair of slacks would be just fine.”
“Of course!” the kid exclaimed. “Just follow me and I’ll make sure you get—“
And Suzaku was sure the kid kept going, but he had turned to the recruits already. “Here,” he handed his coat over. “Do me a favor and go get this cleaned.” It took him only a second to pull out his wallet and give him a ten as well before he continued around the table and followed the student.
In normal circumstances he would have felt guilty for shoving his sticky coat off on someone else. But a part of him, rather small but still there, still felt rather vindictive over the day before.
~*~
“Here!” Millay popped out of the student council room store closet.
Lelouch eyed the piece of clothing her hand for a moment longer than necessary. He had no desire to wear a dress.
“It’s a pair of Rivals jeans. He left them in here after the cross dressers festival.” Milly said as she shoved the pants at him. “You can keep the white shirt under your uniform, it looks nice on you anyway.”
Lelouch gave a roll of his eyes before he snatched the jeans out of her hands then he held them up. “These won’t fit.” He commented with a sneer.
“Of course not, they’re Rivals.” C.c. commented from her perch on the table. “He’s three sizes bigger than you and five inches shorter.”
“Well really—“ Milly stopped mid sentence.
Lelouch looked up from the jeans in confusion for a second until he heard it too.
Footsteps, from the hall outside. Then his eyes widened as he heard words as well.
“Really, Major Kururugi, I’m sorry about..” there was more but Lelouch didn’t catch it as the room flew into a panic.
He found himself a second later in the grubby fingers of both girls as his uniform coat was stripped off his shoulders, the jean jabbed into his hands, and pushed into the storeroom with a yelp. He stumbled over a box on the floor and found himself sprawled over a mound of props, dresses, costumes and something’s he never even knew they had in there.
“Get dressed!” Milly squealed at him. “And if you can, find a belt.” Then she shut the door on him and he realized that there was indeed no light in the storage room. “If he didn’t find you at all that would be your best option, but if not you better not be in a uniform!”
He huffed a sigh as he sank if possible even deeper into the mound.
~*~
“Oh, hey Milly!” the blue haired student exclaimed as they entered.
“Rivals!” She exclaimed.
Suzaku tilted his head just a bit. There were two girls in the room, both standing in front of what looked like a closet and both with their hands clasped behind their backs. The one he assumed was Milly looked the most suspicious, he was sure of what but still, while the other—with amazingly green hair…what was up with these students and their hair?—had a blank, emotionless stare.
The blond stepped forward to sling her arm over the boy’s neck before her eye turned to him. “You must be the Major they sent over?” She unhooked herself from the kid called Rivals and waltzed her way over to him.
Suzaku wasn’t at all sure if he liked the way she was looking at him, or looking him over was more like it. Her blue eyes matched a cryptic smile as she took a step closer to him. He stifled the urge to take a step back. She looked more like a bird of prey eying a mouse than a high school student.
“Uh, yeah.” Suzaku said as he stared rather blankly.
“Fabulous.” Her exuberance with the word gave it a new meaning, and Suzaku wasn’t sure if he liked it. Her eyes abruptly caught the stain of coffee on his slacks. “Eh---what…happened?”
Suzaku looked down at the stain. “Er, well it was an accident.” Suzaku explained with a chuckle.
Lightning blue eyes flashed ot rivals. The boy instantly crumbled. “well—eh—there was coffee and I trie to shake his hand and …that’s my story.”
“Umhmm.” Milly hummed before she turned back to Suzaku. “We’ll have to get you something else to wear.” With that she slid her way to the closet. “Just one moment and I’ll be sure to find something.”
With that she fleeted into the closet and shut the door behind her.
~*~
~Whilst in the Closet…Literally and Figuratively~
“Wow, Lulu, how in the world did you ever just pick that up at the book store?” She exclaimed, to a very dark room. It took only a second to reach up, find the string, and click the closet light on. What was revealed was the mess known as the Student Council storage room, complete with dresses designed for men, cat costumes and as a bonus Lelouch!
“Hey! How did you find that?” Lelouch growled as it was revealed he was standing face to face with the blond demon of a student body president.
A sly smile stretched over glossy lips. “What in the world were you doing in here alone with the lights off, Lulu?”
“Stop calling me that ridiculous name!” Lelouch howled as he tried (failing mostly) to pull Rivals jeans into some semblance over his hips. His eyes scanned the cramped, claustrophobic room for some sort of belt. “And I couldn’t find the light!” He felt the need to clarify.
Milly gave an exaggerated eye roll over to Lelouch. “You know with your Mr. Grumpypants act, I’m surprised you got anyone at all, let alone a man probably a decade older and still amazingly good looking, might I add.” A long drawn out sigh escaped her lips. “Older men are so attractive.”
“What?!” Lelouch squealed, his hand unclenched around the jeans for a split second, just long enough for the denim to pool over his shoes. Another rather undignified yelp was hurried as he realized he’d just de-pants-ed himself. He bent, seized the pants, and yanked them securely back up, so high they went over his belly button.
“Oh, come on, I know you like them too!” Milly said as she waved the matter off dramatically with her hand. “I mean Mr. All-muscle-and-masculinity out there is proof enough.”
“I didn’t go after him ‘cause he was older than me!” Lelouch gritted out. He’d already turned to the shelves to rummage again for something to hold up the jeans. “And he’s gay so really masculinity can’t be his most pronounced feature.” He huffed.
“Oh don’t be silly!” From her came that laugh Lelouch was sure he’d hear the day he was sent to hell for all the gambling he’d done. It wasn’t evil per say, it was just—well it was the shrill sound he was sure belonged to a banshee. “ Of course it can, and come on he’s a soldier, broad as the side of a barn and did you see that chest? Personally, I’d like to see it without the shirt,” she gave a glance at the still rummaging Lelouch.
“And I’m sure you would too.”
Finally, Lelouch turned back, triumphant with a belt, to face the most evil girl he’d ever known…besides C.c..
“Will you be quiet! What if he hears us?” he looped the belt through the correct places and pulled it tight as he could get it. He clipped it through the last hole, released the pants, and let out a huff as they again drop to the floor.
“Are those tighty whiteis?” Milly asked in disbelief.
Lelouch, retrieving the pants first, looked up at her. “They’re black, thank you very much!”
“Before you go for the bang you may want to buy some boxers?” Milly pointed out in calculated decision.
Lelouch’s brow dropped to a hard line over his eyes. “What’s wrong with these? And stop making it sound like
I’m just in this for the sex!”
Milly gave a shrug. “They’re how should I say? Uhm, gay. ”
Lelouch gave a grumbled huff. He had within the time frame of an hour been labeled irrevocably gay.
~*~
~Whilst Not in the Closet… Again, Literally and Figuratively~
There was, as far as Suzaku could tell, a rather lot of odd sounds that came from the closet. He wasn’t exactly sure what or who was in there with that blond girl, but he wasn’t sure he exactly wanted to know what it was that was going on in that small space.
“So…” the blue-haired boy started.
Suzaku had come to notice that the boy, Rivals, was rather awkward, and the further he tried to stem that awkwardness the more awkward he made things.
“Uh, C.c.,” Rivals said, his eyes turned to the slender green haired girl that stood (guarded) at the closet.
“Uh,” quite possibly Rivals favorite syllable. “do you know where Le—“
“NO.” the girl cut him off, voice sharp as a razor and just as cold.
Rivals didn’t seem to quick to the uptake either, Suzaku observed as the boy gave it another go. “Oh, come on, I know you and Lu—“
“the loo?” Her eyebrow rose.
Rivals gave huff. “Not the loo, I mean Lu as in L—“
“Really, Rivals,” the girl gave a dramatic eye roll as she strode forward to him. “If you need to use the bathroom just go. It’s not like you need someone to go in there and hold your hand.”
Suzaku was pretty sure they were both not talking about he same thing, but he wasn’t going to say a word. Nothing was worth the punishment of that catlike predatory stare that the girl was very pointedly pining Rivals down with.
“No, I mean Lu.” Rivals brow creased as he said it.
C.c. gave a (fake) huffed out sigh. “I know you mean loo! But serious do we have to get a news flash every time your body does something?”
Rivals stopped as he raised his hand. He opened his mouth, let it hang for a moment, just long enough to possibly earn the village idiot award, before he shut it to form the look of a confused oaf (pretty much the village idiot). “You know, I think I’m starting to get why Lelo—“
“Didn’t you need to use the bathroom!” the girl growled. The girl charged forward, giving Suzaku the distinct impression of a apple green rhino, and seized the poor village idiot by the arm. She didn’t’ stop though, instead she plowed her way past Suzaku and out of the room.
Suzaku stood there looking out the empty door way, and wondering when the hell did the American school system get fucked up enough to produce this high school?
He shook his head in disbelief. His day was just getting weirder and weirder. Looking up, he realized ha had also just been effectively left alone in the student council romm of one of the strangest high schools possibly on the planet.
“Uhm, excuse me?”
Suzaku’s head shot up to look at what was quite possibly one of the prettiest girls he’d ever seen.
It was her hair he decided that was the most shocking. Pink, but not—it was the color he saw when he thought of sunsets of soft dew dropped roses, it was breath taking. A smile broke on her delicate features the moment his green eyes made contact with hers. There was some feeling, some reasons, he couldn’t quite place that he’d seen eyes so much like that before, in a different gaze, one with much more intent ,and less playful. Lilac eyes blinked, a flutter of thick lashes, as a giggle escaped pick full lips.
“Excuse me, sir.” A small hand, like that of a doll’s, came up to her mouth to mute the giggles. “But if I may ask, who are you?”
Suzaku cleared his throat, as discretely as he could, before he answered in a tone he hoped sounded like everything he hoped she wanted to hear. “ I’m Major Kururugi, Suzaku. I’m here with the military.”
Another bright, feminine smile broke on her face. “I see.” She lowered her hand to her side as she took a step into the room. “And you wouldn’t happen to know where my students have gone would you?”
“Students?” He said in confusion for a moment before he caught on to all the weird teenagers that had deeply confused him in the past thirty minutes. “Right, well I think a couple of them are in the closet,” he tried to sound as calm and casual as he could. “And the others…left.” It was an odd story, even for the one it had happened too.
The woman, teacher, sunset goddess didn’t look any more at ease. “Ah,”
“Yeah,” Suzaku said. It was more to fill the silence than anything else.
It wasn’t long until it was broken though. Like a fleeting breeze, she glided to him in her modest, not quite teacher-ly, sundress. Her hand extended out towards him as a msile graced those smooth full lips once again.
“I’m Euphie.”
Suzaku accepted the hand in a shake, “Suzaku.”
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