prisoner of love (shinigamiiz) wrote in apologetics, @ 2008-01-16 23:44:00 |
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Current mood: | calm |
Current music: | flicks | frou frou |
Entry tags: | code geass, one shot |
title; colorless
fandom; code geass: lelouch of the rebellion
rating; pg
pairing; onesided oc x lelouch. feel free to take it as reader insertion, as it's written in second person, though? nya.
disclaimer; code geass and it's characters don't belong to me.
i
The first time you noticed him was your first day at a new school. Your desk was by a window, as luck would have it, and you caught sight of him through the corner of your eye. Purple, purple, purple. A flick of the color and your head snapped to the window.
Dark hair, royal purple eyes, and a blase expression.
ii
Valentine's Day approached. By then, you were well aware of who he was: Lelouch Lamperouge. Seventeen years old, on the Student Council.
But you were too shy to approach him. Why bother? The chances of you upholding a conversation with him for more than five minutes, one that wasn't about how "nice" his shoes were, was basically nill.
But that wasn't going to stop you from placing a box of chocolates on his desk before final period, was it?
iii
It was curious how, even though you'd given it to him anonmyously, you were anxious about White's Day.
"Because you know you gave it to him!," your friend had said.
Most likely. But you hoped that Lelouch was enough of a detective to figure out that it was you, the girl everyone called "Mousey" because you were so quiet and no one could ever remember your actual name, had given him the box of chocolates.
But how many others had given him chocolate that day? How many others had the same idea to give it to him scretly? Suddenly, you were a face in the crowd again.
iiii
White's Day came and pass with nothing of particular interest happening. Aside from the usual excitement from the girls, naturally. "I wonder if he'll accept me!" was common noise in the girls' locker room for the entire week leading up to the holiday.
You, of course, held your hopes secretly.
You got the usual white chocolate from your parents, but that was it.
v
"That's what you get for giving it to him without a name," your friend said. She was right, to expect something in return was stupid of you. Even so...
vi
This was a gift from the Gods.
Any other girl in the world, you were positive, would have said that. But you, you of course were not like any other girl in the world -- you thought this a cruel joke.
Notebook papers, books, pens; everything you'd been clumsily carrying in your arms was now scattered across the floor. You didn't bother looking up at the face of the person you'd bumped into, you didn't need to.
You knew that scent, that cologne and soap mixture.
"Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," the deep, soothing, familliar voice stated confidently. "It's fine," you squeaked softly. He probably didn't even hear your response, but he still knelt down on one knee to help you gather your things. You muttered a thank you and scrambled to pick your things up quicker. Your things gathered, you stood, turned heel and began and awkward half-run-hal-walk away, until --
"Oi! You forgot this!"
You turned to Lelouch, you'd known it was him all along of course, who was holding out a notebook. It wasn't an important one, really, just a spare in case you needed it. You, nervously, approached him, and took it. "Thank you!," you squeaked, and dashed down the hallway.
Your fingertips had barely grazed his hand.
vii
You didn't see Lelouch the week after that for months.
vii
In fact, you never did. Your Father and Mother divorced a bit after the semester ended and your Mother forced you to move in with her at her New York condo.
Well painted passion
You rightly expect
Impersonation
The dumbing down of love
Jaded in anger
Love underwhelms you
No box of chocolates
Whichever way you fall