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“Don’t start crying over it.” She states, closing her eyes as she turned toward him, biting her lips in slight annoyance. “It’s not attractive in a man.” she says as she smiled coyly.

She just gives him an elaborate shrug, one that starts in her arms, migrates to her shoulders, and then just slumps downward as if she ran out of energy half-way through the movement. Bending down to pick up a towel, she decides then a shower would do her good. Getting pizza was a bust, they ended up being closed which meant she had to try those damn doughnuts of his. She then pauses while reaching the bathroom handle, throwing him a look over her shoulder. “Should have arrived minutes earlier, maybe then we could have saved some water.” she smirked before entering the bathroom.

He wasn't a prince. 

Crying over something like this.. what is she thinking. Though it was something remarkable, how paper could hold something truly special, "Like I'd ever do such a thing.." Lelouch watched C.C. head towards the shower as she teased him a bit. He frowned and crossed his arms, "If you went first I wouldn't have any hot water." Lelouch let out a sigh, seeing that he had nothing else to do since the gifts and tree was all ready set up, he laid on the couch and began picking up from where he left off in his book. Of course he never got far in it, because he ended up falling asleep 10 minutes into the book. 

Now.

Where would she be able to get her hands on a pizza, all stores seem to be closing already. There it was again, Lelouch slipping into her mind. She couldn’t help but smile gently, as her green bangs blew into my eyes. He’d been there for her, ready to jump in and catch her. Worrying for her on certain occasions, whether he admitted it or not. And because of him, for a second she was able to feel, to hate, to love. Of course she’d never admit this.

Most of all, she was able to feel alive, able to feel loved. She could feel her heart beating in my chest at the pace of one of the hummingbirds that would ever so gently land on one of the flowers on the garden outside a house she was passing by. Perhaps throwing the doughnuts like she did wasn’t the right more but she didn’t know the meaning of regret. It was then when she walked past a man making something. Something that reminded her of a sweet girl she once met, a kind girl.

Half an hour went by when she finally arrived back to the place she now called home. It still didn’t sound right to her. She placed the small paper cranes as she stayed quiet, not bothering to greet the man. “I found it and thought you might want it, you’re the one still clinging to his emotions. Take it. Throw it. Do whatever you want with it.”

He felt dirty and.. sticky because of the recent projectile that flew into his clothes, therefore Lelouch hopped into the shower and closed his eyes. Letting the hot water dance on his skin he only reflected on his life. Was immortality all that it was cracked up to be? Living forever, there was always a reason why someone lived. Ambition, a goal.. a reason. He had nothing at all. 

Except, when it came to C.C. 

Did he have to admit it, not to her at least but he felt like she was the only reason he continued to live. Her cruel comments laced with an invisible coating of love, he could tell when she was upset or content with him. Though she claimed to have lost her feelings, she was like a special chess piece. 

The Queen. 

Maybe that's why he actually gotten her some gifts for Christmas. A sigh escaped his lips as he turned of the water and dried himself off. Walking out of the bathroom, the door opened and the chill crept in and gave him an odd shiver that made him do an embarrassing dance. "A-Ah.. I see you returned." His eyes locked onto the paper crane and he took it in his hand. "Oh?" A faint smile appeared as he playfully criticized it, "What child gave you this..? It's poorly made." 

Doughnuts, who was buying such a sweet thing. Horrible, she took it out and began throwing them at Lelouch. “What is this? Why is the fridge filled with these tasteless things?” She stares at him with that look in her eyes, there’s something predator-like in the way her eyes glint, though her tone is her usual brand of subdued amusement coated with a veneer of boredom. 

"Oh? What idiotic thoughts do you claim I may have?" It felt like every conversation he had with C.C. was similar to playing chess with himself. A battle of utter perfection and oddly enough, a tie. Though in certain areas, there would be instances where either he caught her in a rut or she had him tongue-tied. 

His eyebrow rose slightly, "That's a doughnut. I thought you'd enj-.." Smack went the pastry as it stuck onto his shirt. He twitched, sometimes she irritated him a lot but he kept his cool, otherwise she would tease him about it. "You shouldn't waste food. Since you tend to complain about us never having any." His eyes watched her leave and he didn't bother stopping her, it seemed like a bother since she would never listen to him anyway. 

She just keeps looking at him, for once devoid of mockery, voice almost - melancholic. “You’re supposed to be letting your emotions go, you’re immortal. It’ll soon happen.“ Her face softens then, before taking the box and opening. It was curiosity and nothing else. A condescending smirk tugs at the corners of her lips. “I stand corrected, seems you’re doing fine.”   

He caught it as it bounced off him, and he watched her walk away in frustration. The emotionless witch, was she angry with him? "Is something wrong?" He had a coy look on his face, enjoying the fact that he actually got her to get upset. "I apologize did you expect something?" 

Living for some long one forgets those silly holidays, being along only makes the matter worse. It was the same thing everyone did on that holiday, lights on their houses, the electricity bill only coming in higher that month. What was the point on doing that? Why waste money on such a thing? Those questions were pushed aside from her mind when she heard someone walk in. She doesn’t say anything, she only greets him with a look out of bored eyes when he walks into the house, she flips through a magazine, and says nothing.

He seems even more quiet than usual, she sits against the head board with her knees propped up, and hair falling down along her clothing. She looks as bored as usual but wondered if the holidays is getting to him, he was new to the immortality after all. He no longer has his sister or Suzaku. She looks at him for a moment, her eyes narrowing at him, “Did you bring any pizza?” she asks, in a maddeningly neutral tone. Her gaze slithers from head to toe, “The least you could have done was bring home some pizza. You know tomorrow is Christmas which means every Pizza place will be close.” 

"I'm sure you won't starve to death if you miss one day of pizza." He walked over towards her and gently held onto a small gift, his fingers pinched on the ribbon as he let the box stay hovered over the magazine C.C. was reading. "I found no use for this, but I'm sure it may be useful for you." 

Ah, it seemed that Lelouch gotten her a gift. In truth, he actually did get her a gift but he was going to give it to her on Christmas day. It was a bit odd for him to get her such a gift, so it was a perfect time to launch the element of surprise on her. He watched as she opened a box of nothing. 

He was only teasing, actually it was difficult but his knew optimistic demeanor was actually getting better. Since he was going to be taking a new slate and living his life as someone new, he thought it'd be best if C.C. helped him out. "C.C., it's an odd request but I require some ideas for a last name."