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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.
~*~
~Back to the Closet!~
Lelouch had narrowly managed to rig the belt just so that the jeans sat (if not rather precariously) just over his jutting hipbones. Smiling he looked up to be faced with Milly. He’d almost blocked out her presents entirely. Then he noticed what was really wrong with this situation—Milly hadn’t made comment on the haphazard arrangement. Instead, she was occupying herself with tearing through the shelves and the mounds of clothing. What she was looking for, Lelouch hadn’t the foggiest.
“What are you doing?” Lelouch asked, his hands going to his hips. They retracted just as fast as he realized that was where the jeans sat and they needed to stay there, meaning if he touched them something might happen and Lelouch was set on the decision that Milly had seen enough of his underwear to last her a lifetimes.
“I’m looking for something for Suzaku to wear—“ Abrupt, too abrupt for Lelouch’s liking, her eyes focused on him.
“Wuh?” He focused on Milly’s gaze for a moment afraid of where exactly it was focused.
“Well seeing as how we only have—” Her eyes passed over the ridiculous props, more ridiculous costumes, and
most ridiculous dresses. “Not exactly attire I’m certain the Major would want to wear, I can only conclude the best option for him is already in use.”
“Why does he need my pants?” Lelouch growled.
Milly sighed. “Rivals had an unfortunate incident with a cup of coffee and your heartthrobs pants.”
“What?” Lelouch’s head shot up.
“The point is heartthrobs pants are ruined, now hand ‘em over!”
“No.” Lelouch crossed his arms over his chest.
“Drop the pants.” Milly deadpanned.
“Over my dead body!” Lelouch shot back. “These are my pants, well, technically Rivals, but I just got them to fit and I want them!”
“Either you drop your drawers and let me take them or you drop them anyway and I shove you out there for him to get a good look.”
Lelouch huffed. She was right, unfortunate for him, and he knew it, thought he wasn’t going to tell her that. Reluctant and agitated, he started to remove the belt. He stopped midway through to direct his hellfire gaze up at the woman who had made his life hell.
“Oh, what’s the hold up now?” She whined.
“Turn around.” Lelouch ordered, sharp and curt.
Milly gave him an incredulous look. “Seriously? Lulu, I’ve already seen your tighty blackies, and there isn’t much else to really see besides those chicken legs.” She stopped, pondered and continued. “You know you may want to pay a few visits to the gym in anticipation also. I mean compared to that slab of meat you’re sickly side of linguini.”
Lelouch didn’t falter. “turn around.”
Milly gave an over heaved sigh, mostly with her chest, and complied. “Alright, Lu, but I don’t know why you bother.”
“Here.” Lelouch thrust the pare of jeans over Milly’s shoulder as he searched for his uniform slacks again. It would seem their former plan had been debunked and he had no intention of wearing anything else in the closet so the slacks were his only and last option.
“Thank you!” Milly chimed as she snatched the pants in to her arms and waltzed back out to of the closet.
Lelouch found his slacks a moment later and plopped back on to the mound of as he pulled them, one pant leg at a time, over his ankles, then lifted his hips, and buckled the belt securely. He wasn’t sure how much more of this day he could handle.
~*~
~To the Unfolding Scene Outside of the Closet~
Suzaku leaned against the table and he laughed at Euphy’s poor attempt not to giggle uncontrollably. He’s learned her name and that she was a teacher but not much else. She had been pleasant enough conversation over the past few minutes and so far he hadn’t had any pilfer out into awkward subjects like the weather. In fact, he’d barely gotten through the story of why his pants looked like they’d gotten pissed on.
“Oh my,” Euphy giggled on. “Rivals must feel horrible!”
Suzaku gave a chuckle as his hand went back to scratch the back of his head. “Well, it was a rather embarrassing situation.”
“Ahem!”
Suzaku’s head whipped to see that the well endowed blond—what was her name?—had emerged from the closet, a pair of jeans folded over one arm.
“Oh, there you are Milly!” Euphie exclaimed, clear mirth in her voice. The girl on the other hand didn’t look exactly overjoyed.
“Ms. Britannia.” She said a clearly fake smile plastered over her lips.
Euphie skipped her way over to the girl, “I was looking all over for you. Shirley said that you were
unaccounted for after the student council meeting so I volunteered to come find you.”
Milly gave a nervous laugh. “How charming,” she gave a nondescript wavering gesture in the air as took one long sliding step back to the closet. “If you’ll just excuse me for one moment, I, uh, forgot something.” With that she slid back into the closet for a second time. She made sure to close the door behind her.
“Now, that was rather odd.” Euphy complained with a tilt of her head.
Suzaku just leaned a little more of his weight against the table he was propped up against and shook his head. It was just a very very odd school, was all he had to say on the matter. And what would she have forgotten in the closet, of all things?
~*~
~Closet Time!~
“What are you doing back in here?” Lelouch squeaked as abruptly his personal space was again invaded by Milly.
Milly didn’t answer his question though, instead diving straight in. “Are you sure he’s gay?”
Lelouch’s eyes skirted back and forth throughout the room, “..uh…he kissed me.”
“how intense?”
“What?”Lelouch sputtered his hands flying to nervously smooth out his shirt. He should have been used to this by now, it was after all just Milly, and he should know that by now there was nothing but surprises from that girl, but at the same time it was still just so odd.
“…I …uh…well” There wasn’t much else he could get to come out of his mouth.
Milly gave an impatient click of her tongue.
“I’d call it intense.” He finally stammered out.
“Yes, but how?”
“I’m not giving you details!” he shouted, before he clamped his hands over his mouth upon realization.
“Thank you, that’s all I really needed to know.” And with that she left again.
~*~
~Not in the Closet~
It was only about thirty seconds before the busty blond made her appearance again outside of the closet. Milly—he had remembered her name—took a few quick, efficient steps forward to the table where Suzaku leaned and
Euphie stood.
“Well, Ms. Britannia! I have to see to the Major here—“ she started
“You’re a Major?”
Suzaku had to pause a moment to realize Euphies question had been directed at him. “oh, uhh yeah, I am.”
“Oh wow.” The young teacher exclaimed. She clamped her hand together to clasp just under her chin. “Oh that sounds so exciting.”
“Yes, well the Major need to change into a pair of clean jeans at the moment.” Milly chimed a bit louder than necessary as she swung her arms around the teachers neck. “And Ms. Britannia if you wouldn’t mind, could you be a doll, and go tell Shirley to keep things running smoothly until I can get this little mess cleared up.
Thank you!” She practically twirled the girl out of the room and closed the door behind you.
Next thing Suzaku knew he was being presented with a pair of dark wash jeans.
“Here, these should fit, somewhat.” She gave a bright smile.
“Thank you.” He gave a nod of assurance as he folded the jeans over his own arm. “Do you have somewhere I could change?”
“Of Course!” the girl exclaimed. She looped her arm through Suzaku’s and pulled him to the door. “Just down the hall and to the right and you’ll see the little boy’s room.” She released him into the hall and made a gesture to continue on his own.
“Thanks again.” he said. He stopped himself short of falling into a traditional Japanese bow and abruptly turned so the poor girl wouldn’t see his face as he stalked the rest of the way down the hall.
It’s strange how one moment can flip the mood. How one memory brought up at the most unlikely of times can darken the air and thicken the clouds. If nothing else Suzaku took solace in the one fact that he hadn’t cracked. He didn’t grimace or even flinch at the thought of that bow. Tradition was hard to get over when it was so hard and so engrained that even the slightest off put could suddenly shift him in to that deep gash it had caused. The flood of memories couldn’t be stopped. They were all centered around one man, one man he never wished to think on.
It was endearing almost the way that the slightest thing, from cigar smoke to childhood lessons could bring that man back so vivid to his minds most foregrounds.
His eyes narrowed as he turned the corner and out of sight from the girl. That man had done so little since Suzaku had left straight out of high school. So little, that it would be hardly even kosher to call him father in anything besides blood. As he placed his palm on the swinging door to the restroom he looked to the tile.
That letter, the unopened one on his counter, would burn just a few moments after he got home, go up in dark flames as it would remain clearly unopened.
~*~
~To the Boy Still Trapped in the Closet~
Milly twirled her way back into the closet with a devilish grin.
“Well?” Lelouch started. He was lounged as elegantly as possible on the great pile of discarded costumes and other assorted cloths, his back against the shelves, arms crossed over his chest, eyes trained on Milly.
“He’s adorable Lu, though we may have a problem.” Milly said.
“Problem?” Lelouch felt a twitch start at his left eye.
Milly leaned against the opposite wall. “Ms. Britannia is on the prowl.”
Lelouch thought he was going to choke on his own spit, “You mean my sister?” His hand went up to his mouth as he gave a cough. He was trying and failing to maintain all the dignity he’d just previously lost through the invasion of several closets, all in one day.
“It’s funny how you Britannian’s have such a firm hold over this school.” Milly said as she mildly inspected her surroundings. “We really need to clean out this closet.”
Lelouch’s hand moved from his mouth to pinch at the bride of his nose. “How bad was it?”
“Well she flirted a lot and I think they exchanged names, but believe me no kissing. You’re still on top. Well, he’s still on top…of you I mean.”
Lelouch peaked out from his hand. He chose not to address the whack at his manliness and instead chose something he really wanted to know. “So…” he trailed off with emphasis.
“So if you push her off a cliff you should be golden!” Milly chimed.
The twitch at his eye had started up again. “Not what I meant,” he grumbled low in his chest. “I mean how—do—you know… do you think…?”
Milly looked down at him with a rather exasperated expression. “That…?”
“Well, that…” Lelouch trailed off again. He gave a huffed sigh again, for the twelfth time at least. “You know, do you think he likes me?”
“What?” Milly started her back hitting the shelves sending out a mild tremor, luckily nothing fell. “We didn’t exactly have a conference about you, Lulu!”
“I know!” He shot back. “But you know, just from how he acted…did it seem interested in me?”
Milly visibly rolled his eyes. “Don’t you think seeing the two of you in the same room together would help a little with that?”
Lelouch gave a low growl. “It was just a question.”
“Alright, alright, I know, you’re anxious.”
“I’m not anxious!”
“Right, it’s been a frustrating day. You come out of the closet, get stuffed back into it, then had to change your pants several times, in front of the opposite sex. Very harrowing…” Milly moved her hand as she spoke as if to emphasize just how weird and harrowing the day had been.
Lelouch leaned forward over his knees, pinching the bridge of his nose, and wishing silently that the student body president would somehow just change into C.c.. Then he remembered that that would probably just be worse.
“…and really you haven’t told your parents, your father especially, I mean ick! That will be a challenge and then there’s the fact of your sister, what will she think—“
And like a sign from God, Lelouch’s phone rang just at that exact moment. It wasn’t the normal ring tone either, it was the text message ring. Lelouch started, his head snapping up, and his arms jerked to his sides. Milly froze, her eyes darted to Lelouch. Lelouch, nervous and desperate, shakily and clumsily searched every pocket imaginable. A half a second later he looked up with a small shake of his head. Milly’s eyes widened.
“Find that phone!” Lelouch billowed as he jumped up, turned about, and dove into the mound.
Milly followed suit and of course had to make commentary. “You know, it’s pretty hot if he’s texting you while getting dressed.”
“Shut up, and find my phone!” Lelouch hissed as he tore through the layers. His hands flew through dresses, stockings and articles he didn’t wish to properly identify.
“Oooh just think of him with his shirt off!” Milly continued, she rummaged around as the ringer came to an abrupt stop.
Lelouch gave an eye roll. “He went to change his pants.”
“Even better!” the squeal was so high pitched he wasn’t sure she wasn’t going to get a nose bleed within a few moments.
No reply came as Lelouch’s his hands slid under the layers of another dress to brush against something smooth and—his hand snatched out it and he yanked it out, to reveal his white and silver cell phone. “Ah hah!” He exclaimed. ]
Milly slide to his side before he could have the phone flipped open.
The little unopened envelope did its shaky dance on the desktop to proclaimed in bold black letters ‘New Message!’ Lelouch quickly clicked the view button and his shoulders sank.
From: C.c. Code
We should go get pizza after your boyfriend leaves.
Received: January 25 2:37pm
Milly blinked down at the phone. “That’s it?” she squealed again, though this time it’s much more of a squashed ambitions kind of squeal.
Lelouch pivoted to look over his shoulder at her.
“Well, com on you and me both were hoping…”
“No you were hoping,” Lelouch clarified. As he fixed the phone in both his hands to give a reply.
Milly abruptly surged forward, “What are you doing?” she crashed into him before he’d barely gotten through ‘yeah.’
“Answering her.” Lelouch snapped as he tried to hold the girl at bay. He held the phone away from her, at arm’s length.
“But you can’t say yes!” she growled as she crawl over (onto) Lelouch to try and get at the phone.
Lelouch crawled back as he held the phone away. “Why ever not!”
“What if he wants to do something with you, duh!”
“I have to work till five tonight!” he kicked at her trying to get her off.
“Then cancel!”
“I can’t!”
“Well try!”
“No!”
“You have to try and go out with him!”
“I don’t know his number!”
“I’ll get ti for you—“
They were locked, in to a situation Lelouch was glad no other human being alive could see, or take pictures of, and Lelouch, thought he wouldn’t admit it, was losing. Their stop came abrupt though as the sound of the student council door opening spilt through the shouts and perked both of their ears. Before he knew it they were both to their feet and staring at the door in terror. Milly snapped out of it first as she nabbed the phone from Lelouch, pushed him into the disheveled mound, clicked the light off, and left the closet, slamming the door shut behind her.
Lelouch gave a sound a lot like a dying animal, full of exasperation and pure defeat as he let his body settle.
~*~
~Student Council Room~
When he entered the student council room again there wasn’t a soul insight. Trying to try on the pair of jeans, no doubt previously worn by some gangly teenage boy, had been an experience. In the end he’d given up.
As he had pushed the door open, he’d ran into the most blessed sight of all time. The two soldiers both carrying plastic over sized Tupperware boxes informed him that school had dispersed and that they were allowed to go home.
So it turned out he didn’t even need the jeans!
He’d walked swiftly back to the student council room with a smile on his face, until he’d gotten there—and found it deserted. Then, of course, like magic, Milly emerged from the closet. What the hell was up with that closet? Really a closet could not be that interesting to keep going back into!
“Oh great—“ Milly stopped short. “They didn’t fit?” she gave a cheeky smile.
Suzaku scratched at the back of his head awkwardly. “Oh I got them to fit it’s just now that the fair’s over and everything I need to get back to the base,” not a lie. “And I have a spare uniform there.” A definite lie.
He only owned one formal uniform. The rest was all well—discrete and efficient.
“Ah!” Milly exclaimed. She gave a shaky glance back at the closet (what was freaking up with the closet?) and then back to him. “Well, we wouldn’t want to be keeping you.”
Suzaku gave a bright smile. He placed the jeans onto the table top and tipped his head. “Yes, thank you for the jeans and the hospitality.”
“Anytime!” the girl chirped.
“Thanks again!” he said as he made his retreat to the door.
Finally, he was rid of that god awful, weird, closet infested high school.
~*~
~Student Council Room Closet~
The door opened about five to ten minutes after Milly left. Lelouch didn’t move his gaze from the ceiling as his brain was sitl having trouble computing the mess that had been handed to him today.
“Uhm, Lelouch?”
Lelouch raised his head just far enough to look at Rival as the stood in the doorway. He looked confused—
Lelouch knew how he felt. But he dragged an answer out nonetheless. “Hi Rivals,”
It was a long silent moment before Rivals spoke again. “So uhm man what are you doing in the closet? …and why are my pants on the table?”
“Long fucking story,” was all Lelouch could manage.
~*~
The first thing Suzaku did after leaving was drop by his apartment and change his cloths. His new attire was discrete and efficient, but very comfortable. He’d then dropped his uniform off at the dry cleaners on his way back to base. Once there he’d been informed after about an hour he was unneeded and that was enough sigh for him to take off and straight to the closest cell phone carrier to buy a phone, simplest one there—why the hell would he need half that crap anyway? He owned a laptop for a majority of that stuff.
The second thing Suzaku did was text Lelouch.
~*~
Work was work. After pizza—Lelouch paid—he’d ended up here, at the café again, pulling another shift. He’d almost lost hope of getting a message at this point in his day. Especially after all the adventure he’d had at the school. And He hadn’t come in at all, either. Hope seemed lost, at least that was until—
From: 374-578-4832
This is Suzaku.
…you want to have dinner tonight?
Received: January 25 4:28pm
Lelouch smiled. As if the boy didn’t already know the answer! His fingers flew across the key pad in a simple, “Of Course.” He figured he deserved it anyway considering it had been Suzaku’s fault Lelouch’d been shoved into a closet repeatedly.
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.
~*~
~Back to the Closet!~
Lelouch had narrowly managed to rig the belt just so that the jeans sat (if not rather precariously) just over his jutting hipbones. Smiling he looked up to be faced with Milly. He’d almost blocked out her presents entirely. Then he noticed what was really wrong with this situation—Milly hadn’t made comment on the haphazard arrangement. Instead, she was occupying herself with tearing through the shelves and the mounds of clothing. What she was looking for, Lelouch hadn’t the foggiest.
“What are you doing?” Lelouch asked, his hands going to his hips. They retracted just as fast as he realized that was where the jeans sat and they needed to stay there, meaning if he touched them something might happen and Lelouch was set on the decision that Milly had seen enough of his underwear to last her a lifetimes.
“I’m looking for something for Suzaku to wear—“ Abrupt, too abrupt for Lelouch’s liking, her eyes focused on him.
“Wuh?” He focused on Milly’s gaze for a moment afraid of where exactly it was focused.
“Well seeing as how we only have—” Her eyes passed over the ridiculous props, more ridiculous costumes, and
most ridiculous dresses. “Not exactly attire I’m certain the Major would want to wear, I can only conclude the best option for him is already in use.”
“Why does he need my pants?” Lelouch growled.
Milly sighed. “Rivals had an unfortunate incident with a cup of coffee and your heartthrobs pants.”
“What?” Lelouch’s head shot up.
“The point is heartthrobs pants are ruined, now hand ‘em over!”
“No.” Lelouch crossed his arms over his chest.
“Drop the pants.” Milly deadpanned.
“Over my dead body!” Lelouch shot back. “These are my pants, well, technically Rivals, but I just got them to fit and I want them!”
“Either you drop your drawers and let me take them or you drop them anyway and I shove you out there for him to get a good look.”
Lelouch huffed. She was right, unfortunate for him, and he knew it, thought he wasn’t going to tell her that. Reluctant and agitated, he started to remove the belt. He stopped midway through to direct his hellfire gaze up at the woman who had made his life hell.
“Oh, what’s the hold up now?” She whined.
“Turn around.” Lelouch ordered, sharp and curt.
Milly gave him an incredulous look. “Seriously? Lulu, I’ve already seen your tighty blackies, and there isn’t much else to really see besides those chicken legs.” She stopped, pondered and continued. “You know you may want to pay a few visits to the gym in anticipation also. I mean compared to that slab of meat you’re sickly side of linguini.”
Lelouch didn’t falter. “turn around.”
Milly gave an over heaved sigh, mostly with her chest, and complied. “Alright, Lu, but I don’t know why you bother.”
“Here.” Lelouch thrust the pare of jeans over Milly’s shoulder as he searched for his uniform slacks again. It would seem their former plan had been debunked and he had no intention of wearing anything else in the closet so the slacks were his only and last option.
“Thank you!” Milly chimed as she snatched the pants in to her arms and waltzed back out to of the closet.
Lelouch found his slacks a moment later and plopped back on to the mound of as he pulled them, one pant leg at a time, over his ankles, then lifted his hips, and buckled the belt securely. He wasn’t sure how much more of this day he could handle.
~*~
~To the Unfolding Scene Outside of the Closet~
Suzaku leaned against the table and he laughed at Euphy’s poor attempt not to giggle uncontrollably. He’s learned her name and that she was a teacher but not much else. She had been pleasant enough conversation over the past few minutes and so far he hadn’t had any pilfer out into awkward subjects like the weather. In fact, he’d barely gotten through the story of why his pants looked like they’d gotten pissed on.
“Oh my,” Euphy giggled on. “Rivals must feel horrible!”
Suzaku gave a chuckle as his hand went back to scratch the back of his head. “Well, it was a rather embarrassing situation.”
“Ahem!”
Suzaku’s head whipped to see that the well endowed blond—what was her name?—had emerged from the closet, a pair of jeans folded over one arm.
“Oh, there you are Milly!” Euphie exclaimed, clear mirth in her voice. The girl on the other hand didn’t look exactly overjoyed.
“Ms. Britannia.” She said a clearly fake smile plastered over her lips.
Euphie skipped her way over to the girl, “I was looking all over for you. Shirley said that you were
unaccounted for after the student council meeting so I volunteered to come find you.”
Milly gave a nervous laugh. “How charming,” she gave a nondescript wavering gesture in the air as took one long sliding step back to the closet. “If you’ll just excuse me for one moment, I, uh, forgot something.” With that she slid back into the closet for a second time. She made sure to close the door behind her.
“Now, that was rather odd.” Euphy complained with a tilt of her head.
Suzaku just leaned a little more of his weight against the table he was propped up against and shook his head. It was just a very very odd school, was all he had to say on the matter. And what would she have forgotten in the closet, of all things?
~*~
~Closet Time!~
“What are you doing back in here?” Lelouch squeaked as abruptly his personal space was again invaded by Milly.
Milly didn’t answer his question though, instead diving straight in. “Are you sure he’s gay?”
Lelouch’s eyes skirted back and forth throughout the room, “..uh…he kissed me.”
“how intense?”
“What?”Lelouch sputtered his hands flying to nervously smooth out his shirt. He should have been used to this by now, it was after all just Milly, and he should know that by now there was nothing but surprises from that girl, but at the same time it was still just so odd.
“…I …uh…well” There wasn’t much else he could get to come out of his mouth.
Milly gave an impatient click of her tongue.
“I’d call it intense.” He finally stammered out.
“Yes, but how?”
“I’m not giving you details!” he shouted, before he clamped his hands over his mouth upon realization.
“Thank you, that’s all I really needed to know.” And with that she left again.
~*~
~Not in the Closet~
It was only about thirty seconds before the busty blond made her appearance again outside of the closet. Milly—he had remembered her name—took a few quick, efficient steps forward to the table where Suzaku leaned and
Euphie stood.
“Well, Ms. Britannia! I have to see to the Major here—“ she started
“You’re a Major?”
Suzaku had to pause a moment to realize Euphies question had been directed at him. “oh, uhh yeah, I am.”
“Oh wow.” The young teacher exclaimed. She clamped her hand together to clasp just under her chin. “Oh that sounds so exciting.”
“Yes, well the Major need to change into a pair of clean jeans at the moment.” Milly chimed a bit louder than necessary as she swung her arms around the teachers neck. “And Ms. Britannia if you wouldn’t mind, could you be a doll, and go tell Shirley to keep things running smoothly until I can get this little mess cleared up.
Thank you!” She practically twirled the girl out of the room and closed the door behind you.
Next thing Suzaku knew he was being presented with a pair of dark wash jeans.
“Here, these should fit, somewhat.” She gave a bright smile.
“Thank you.” He gave a nod of assurance as he folded the jeans over his own arm. “Do you have somewhere I could change?”
“Of Course!” the girl exclaimed. She looped her arm through Suzaku’s and pulled him to the door. “Just down the hall and to the right and you’ll see the little boy’s room.” She released him into the hall and made a gesture to continue on his own.
“Thanks again.” he said. He stopped himself short of falling into a traditional Japanese bow and abruptly turned so the poor girl wouldn’t see his face as he stalked the rest of the way down the hall.
It’s strange how one moment can flip the mood. How one memory brought up at the most unlikely of times can darken the air and thicken the clouds. If nothing else Suzaku took solace in the one fact that he hadn’t cracked. He didn’t grimace or even flinch at the thought of that bow. Tradition was hard to get over when it was so hard and so engrained that even the slightest off put could suddenly shift him in to that deep gash it had caused. The flood of memories couldn’t be stopped. They were all centered around one man, one man he never wished to think on.
It was endearing almost the way that the slightest thing, from cigar smoke to childhood lessons could bring that man back so vivid to his minds most foregrounds.
His eyes narrowed as he turned the corner and out of sight from the girl. That man had done so little since Suzaku had left straight out of high school. So little, that it would be hardly even kosher to call him father in anything besides blood. As he placed his palm on the swinging door to the restroom he looked to the tile.
That letter, the unopened one on his counter, would burn just a few moments after he got home, go up in dark flames as it would remain clearly unopened.
~*~
~To the Boy Still Trapped in the Closet~
Milly twirled her way back into the closet with a devilish grin.
“Well?” Lelouch started. He was lounged as elegantly as possible on the great pile of discarded costumes and other assorted cloths, his back against the shelves, arms crossed over his chest, eyes trained on Milly.
“He’s adorable Lu, though we may have a problem.” Milly said.
“Problem?” Lelouch felt a twitch start at his left eye.
Milly leaned against the opposite wall. “Ms. Britannia is on the prowl.”
Lelouch thought he was going to choke on his own spit, “You mean my sister?” His hand went up to his mouth as he gave a cough. He was trying and failing to maintain all the dignity he’d just previously lost through the invasion of several closets, all in one day.
“It’s funny how you Britannian’s have such a firm hold over this school.” Milly said as she mildly inspected her surroundings. “We really need to clean out this closet.”
Lelouch’s hand moved from his mouth to pinch at the bride of his nose. “How bad was it?”
“Well she flirted a lot and I think they exchanged names, but believe me no kissing. You’re still on top. Well, he’s still on top…of you I mean.”
Lelouch peaked out from his hand. He chose not to address the whack at his manliness and instead chose something he really wanted to know. “So…” he trailed off with emphasis.
“So if you push her off a cliff you should be golden!” Milly chimed.
The twitch at his eye had started up again. “Not what I meant,” he grumbled low in his chest. “I mean how—do—you know… do you think…?”
Milly looked down at him with a rather exasperated expression. “That…?”
“Well, that…” Lelouch trailed off again. He gave a huffed sigh again, for the twelfth time at least. “You know, do you think he likes me?”
“What?” Milly started her back hitting the shelves sending out a mild tremor, luckily nothing fell. “We didn’t exactly have a conference about you, Lulu!”
“I know!” He shot back. “But you know, just from how he acted…did it seem interested in me?”
Milly visibly rolled his eyes. “Don’t you think seeing the two of you in the same room together would help a little with that?”
Lelouch gave a low growl. “It was just a question.”
“Alright, alright, I know, you’re anxious.”
“I’m not anxious!”
“Right, it’s been a frustrating day. You come out of the closet, get stuffed back into it, then had to change your pants several times, in front of the opposite sex. Very harrowing…” Milly moved her hand as she spoke as if to emphasize just how weird and harrowing the day had been.
Lelouch leaned forward over his knees, pinching the bridge of his nose, and wishing silently that the student body president would somehow just change into C.c.. Then he remembered that that would probably just be worse.
“…and really you haven’t told your parents, your father especially, I mean ick! That will be a challenge and then there’s the fact of your sister, what will she think—“
And like a sign from God, Lelouch’s phone rang just at that exact moment. It wasn’t the normal ring tone either, it was the text message ring. Lelouch started, his head snapping up, and his arms jerked to his sides. Milly froze, her eyes darted to Lelouch. Lelouch, nervous and desperate, shakily and clumsily searched every pocket imaginable. A half a second later he looked up with a small shake of his head. Milly’s eyes widened.
“Find that phone!” Lelouch billowed as he jumped up, turned about, and dove into the mound.
Milly followed suit and of course had to make commentary. “You know, it’s pretty hot if he’s texting you while getting dressed.”
“Shut up, and find my phone!” Lelouch hissed as he tore through the layers. His hands flew through dresses, stockings and articles he didn’t wish to properly identify.
“Oooh just think of him with his shirt off!” Milly continued, she rummaged around as the ringer came to an abrupt stop.
Lelouch gave an eye roll. “He went to change his pants.”
“Even better!” the squeal was so high pitched he wasn’t sure she wasn’t going to get a nose bleed within a few moments.
No reply came as Lelouch’s his hands slid under the layers of another dress to brush against something smooth and—his hand snatched out it and he yanked it out, to reveal his white and silver cell phone. “Ah hah!” He exclaimed. ]
Milly slide to his side before he could have the phone flipped open.
The little unopened envelope did its shaky dance on the desktop to proclaimed in bold black letters ‘New Message!’ Lelouch quickly clicked the view button and his shoulders sank.
From: C.c. Code
We should go get pizza after your boyfriend leaves.
Received: January 25 2:37pm
Milly blinked down at the phone. “That’s it?” she squealed again, though this time it’s much more of a squashed ambitions kind of squeal.
Lelouch pivoted to look over his shoulder at her.
“Well, com on you and me both were hoping…”
“No you were hoping,” Lelouch clarified. As he fixed the phone in both his hands to give a reply.
Milly abruptly surged forward, “What are you doing?” she crashed into him before he’d barely gotten through ‘yeah.’
“Answering her.” Lelouch snapped as he tried to hold the girl at bay. He held the phone away from her, at arm’s length.
“But you can’t say yes!” she growled as she crawl over (onto) Lelouch to try and get at the phone.
Lelouch crawled back as he held the phone away. “Why ever not!”
“What if he wants to do something with you, duh!”
“I have to work till five tonight!” he kicked at her trying to get her off.
“Then cancel!”
“I can’t!”
“Well try!”
“No!”
“You have to try and go out with him!”
“I don’t know his number!”
“I’ll get ti for you—“
They were locked, in to a situation Lelouch was glad no other human being alive could see, or take pictures of, and Lelouch, thought he wouldn’t admit it, was losing. Their stop came abrupt though as the sound of the student council door opening spilt through the shouts and perked both of their ears. Before he knew it they were both to their feet and staring at the door in terror. Milly snapped out of it first as she nabbed the phone from Lelouch, pushed him into the disheveled mound, clicked the light off, and left the closet, slamming the door shut behind her.
Lelouch gave a sound a lot like a dying animal, full of exasperation and pure defeat as he let his body settle.
~*~
~Student Council Room~
When he entered the student council room again there wasn’t a soul insight. Trying to try on the pair of jeans, no doubt previously worn by some gangly teenage boy, had been an experience. In the end he’d given up.
As he had pushed the door open, he’d ran into the most blessed sight of all time. The two soldiers both carrying plastic over sized Tupperware boxes informed him that school had dispersed and that they were allowed to go home.
So it turned out he didn’t even need the jeans!
He’d walked swiftly back to the student council room with a smile on his face, until he’d gotten there—and found it deserted. Then, of course, like magic, Milly emerged from the closet. What the hell was up with that closet? Really a closet could not be that interesting to keep going back into!
“Oh great—“ Milly stopped short. “They didn’t fit?” she gave a cheeky smile.
Suzaku scratched at the back of his head awkwardly. “Oh I got them to fit it’s just now that the fair’s over and everything I need to get back to the base,” not a lie. “And I have a spare uniform there.” A definite lie.
He only owned one formal uniform. The rest was all well—discrete and efficient.
“Ah!” Milly exclaimed. She gave a shaky glance back at the closet (what was freaking up with the closet?) and then back to him. “Well, we wouldn’t want to be keeping you.”
Suzaku gave a bright smile. He placed the jeans onto the table top and tipped his head. “Yes, thank you for the jeans and the hospitality.”
“Anytime!” the girl chirped.
“Thanks again!” he said as he made his retreat to the door.
Finally, he was rid of that god awful, weird, closet infested high school.
~*~
~Student Council Room Closet~
The door opened about five to ten minutes after Milly left. Lelouch didn’t move his gaze from the ceiling as his brain was sitl having trouble computing the mess that had been handed to him today.
“Uhm, Lelouch?”
Lelouch raised his head just far enough to look at Rival as the stood in the doorway. He looked confused—
Lelouch knew how he felt. But he dragged an answer out nonetheless. “Hi Rivals,”
It was a long silent moment before Rivals spoke again. “So uhm man what are you doing in the closet? …and why are my pants on the table?”
“Long fucking story,” was all Lelouch could manage.
~*~
The first thing Suzaku did after leaving was drop by his apartment and change his cloths. His new attire was discrete and efficient, but very comfortable. He’d then dropped his uniform off at the dry cleaners on his way back to base. Once there he’d been informed after about an hour he was unneeded and that was enough sigh for him to take off and straight to the closest cell phone carrier to buy a phone, simplest one there—why the hell would he need half that crap anyway? He owned a laptop for a majority of that stuff.
The second thing Suzaku did was text Lelouch.
~*~
Work was work. After pizza—Lelouch paid—he’d ended up here, at the café again, pulling another shift. He’d almost lost hope of getting a message at this point in his day. Especially after all the adventure he’d had at the school. And He hadn’t come in at all, either. Hope seemed lost, at least that was until—
From: 374-578-4832
This is Suzaku.
…you want to have dinner tonight?
Received: January 25 4:28pm
Lelouch smiled. As if the boy didn’t already know the answer! His fingers flew across the key pad in a simple, “Of Course.” He figured he deserved it anyway considering it had been Suzaku’s fault Lelouch’d been shoved into a closet repeatedly.
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