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He sat on the other side of the table. His brows frowned deeply and his hands steadily shook as the girls on the other end of the table were busy picking a dress from a magazine. His hands tied against the back of the chair as he was being forced to make a decision. He had tried to elude them for the entire day and they grew tired of it and thus it ended with him being tied to the chair and being forced to listen to them as they read magazine after magazine. Every now and then would they look up at him and giggle or they would shake their heads before turning the pages again. A marker settled next to them to cross every dress that might fit him.
Just like then the dress wasn’t official. Milly with her cosplay obsession had taken a couple of magazines to look through, trying to find something that could serve the purpose as a wedding dress. Partly he was glad that he wasn’t taken to a boutique to fit one on and to have his sizes taken. There was another thing he didn’t have to do and that had to do with the vows. Since he wasn’t taking everything as serious as he should have, well according to Milly he wasn’t, he wasn’t planning on making them. Maybe if he had to he would say something about him being a good friend but that was it. There wasn’t more he would be allowed to say because it would reveal too much about his past. He was still very content about his identity and knew he had to be careful with it. The rest of the council knew that he used to be friends with Suzaku as a child but they never did know about his real heritage, he wished to keep it that way and thanked God that Milly agreed on this and thus the vows were scrapped from the list.
“Ne, Lulu… what do you think?”
They raised it and showed him a picture of a girl posing with a long white dress. It carried no sleeves because it ended above the breast area, but the edge was worked off with small pearls and was split in the middle of her chest, the two parts that were split were worked off as if the were wings, spreading out towards each side as they lined to her back. The bottom was worked off with pearls as well. She also wore long gloves that went up to her upper arms, they were worked off with the same method. In her hair she had a veil made of roses, which were placed as a crown on her head, followed by a piece of tulle fabric that ran till the lower part of her shoulders. He gulped softly as he looked at it. The dress was even worse than the one he had to wear during the cross-dress festival, it was far more exposed. His shoulders and neck would be completely visible and he blushed a little at that idea. Without even hearing his opinion the magazine was snatched from his view and the girls clapped each other’s hands as they cheered.
“I think we’ve got it!”
His eyes widened at the realization that this dress was going to be his. He almost wanted to look up and scream. They were already talking about the wig he wore last time and how they were going to attach it to the veil. They even said something about bridesmaids and how they had to find a fitting suit for Suzaku. Suzaku would see him in that dress. ‘THAT’ dress! But there was nothing he could do to stop them and he hoped that Suzaku was going through the same rough situation. Though much to his dislike he was actually enjoying this, he watched him from a distance but never noticed any nervousness from him at all.
He sighed loudly as he made his way out of the classroom, their decision about his dress was decided. There was no changing to it now. He walked through the hallways as he checked his phone, no incoming messages which was a good thing. The last thing he had on his mind right now was the rebellion.
“You’re already done…?”
He looked up and noticed Suzaku in the distance, he closed his phone and tucked it back in his pocket as he walked up to him.
“…Yes”
He answered in a depressed tone. Suzaku noticed this and watched as the other continued to rub his wrists. Suzaku grabbed his hand and rolled up the sleeve, he looked at the red line that ran around his arm with worry.
“Milly tied me up… it’s nothing…”
His heartbeat was increasing again. His cheeks heating up again as the other pressed his finger against the red rim. He wasn’t sure about what he was going to say but Suzaku was the one to start the conversation.
“Your heart is beating pretty fast… are you nervous…?”
He looked at the other and was a little stepped back when he saw his reddened cheeks. He let go of his wrist and pressed a hand against his cheek, Lelouch flinched a little as it made its way to his forehead.
“You’re not warm…”
“I… don’t think I’m getting sick…”
He said and Suzaku smiled. Seriously how thick headed could the other be, he knew what these feelings meant. Though he had never experienced them himself, he knew their meaning but he didn’t enjoy it. He tried to deny it partly because of his current situation. Being Zero, leading a rebellion, he couldn’t do things like this. He shouldn’t be doing them. Suzaku’s hand went down to his cheek again rubbed it once before retreating back to his side.
“Did you pick a dress yet…?”
“Yes…”
He laughed at him, loud enough for Lelouch to snap back to being himself.
“Don’t laugh about it!”
“Don’t worry… my torture is about to begin as well… Milly had someone from a boutique dropping by for me…”
“You’re receiving a complete suit?!”
Suzaku could see the other’s eyes widen, not out of surprise but mostly out of rage. Being in charge of the financial and to hear such an expensive thing happening, Lelouch must seriously be losing his mind over this.
“I think she’s having her revenge for missing my proposal…”
He scratched his head and Lelouch made a mental note to ensure that costs would be taken out of Milly’s private expenses. However when he tried to say something Suzaku interrupted him that he had to get going, probably to get his suit measured out in the room he just came from. He watched him as he ran down the hall, cursing at this twist of fate that could turn everything around.
“Do you, Kururugi Suzaku… take this… man… as your lawfully wedded… wife… husband…?”
Lelouch sighed again as he looked at his classmate, he was really making a mess out of this. Who ever said that Rivalz was allowed to play the priest?!
This had been the third time that they stopped in the middle for something, he was seriously getting annoyed.
“Just say wife… seriously…”
Rivalz shrugged and changed some of the notes on a piece of paper he carried. Two days away from the appointed date and now they were practicing.
Milly found it important to do so and after seeing Rivalz pathetic performance he was thinking it was required as well. Though he would rather just cancel the entire thing for its stupidity and costs.
“Alright… do you, Kururugi Suzaku take this man… as your lawfully wedded… wife…?”
Suzaku however still tall and proud as he answered, not bothered with any of this.
“I do…”
His eyes narrowed and his cheeks heated up a little as he saw him smiling at the blue haired ‘priest’.
“Then do you… Lelouch Lamperouge… take this man as your lawfully wedded husband…?”
Finally a line that he was able to pronounce properly. He looked at the other and answered in a cold.
“Yes…”
Not one of them was wearing a costume, they simply wore their school uniforms and in the back only Kallen was watching them. Probably half asleep as the others were busy doing other things. He had no idea on what Milly was planning.
“Then you may exchange the rings!”
He glared at Rivalz again.
“Milly has our rings…”
Defeated he raised his hand and accepted this mishap.
“Then we’ll skip that… that means… that I declare you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride!”
He wasn’t sure of what he did afterwards but he was standing over the other with his fist raised in the air. His face red not only from anger as he had punched the other across the face. Not hard because he wasn’t really strong in that section, in fact his hand even hurt and Suzaku pulled him back and tried to calm him down. Everyone knew that Lelouch was being far to edgy about this, they didn’t blame him for it and Rivalz always took the opportunity to put more salt on his wounds. Annoying him and pissing him off though non of them had ever really seen Lelouch angry before, not even Suzaku and he realized that the other had certainly worked on his guts in the past years.
“Calm down… he wasn’t being serious you know…”
Suzaku said to him and Lelouch looked at him for a moment, though quickly averting his eyes to something else and he readjusted his collar. The redness on his cheeks remained as Rivalz got up from the floor, rubbing a sour spot on his cheek as he yelled back at the other. It continued with that for the rest of the day and at the end of the day he was so tired that he went to bed early for a change. C.C. had tried to talk to him but he ignored her and eventually kicked her out of his room for eating pizza on his bed again. She was going to be staying in one of the guest rooms tonight because he hated sloppy behavior. The empty pizza box still standing on his night stand as he walked back inside. He wasn’t in the mood for her either, she had nothing to do with the current situation and he didn’t feel like talking to anyone.
“Really…”
He complained as he took the carton box, folding it up as he threw it in the trashcan. He walked to his windows and opened one of them to try and get rid of the pizza smell that lingered in his room. Eventually he took of his clothes and readied himself for a quick shower.
He usually took them to think and right now it was a good time for that because he needed it. Two days from now he was going to be married. Married. Although it was only a joke festival arranged to torture and annoy him and to fill Milly’s boredom with joy and festivities he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more behind it. The feeling it was giving him made it important. He blushed as he thought of that feeling, the warm sensation spreading out in his stomach again as he thought of it but he quickly tried to shake it off before he would get too excited. He grabbed a shampoo bottle and started to massage the soap through his hair, his mind however not lingering away form the wedding. Out of all people he was going to marry to Suzaku. One wearing a dress and the other wearing a suit. He tried to imagine him in one but found himself un able because he tried to stop thinking about these feelings. Suzaku was pretty calm about everything, he shouldn’t get his hopes up when it came to interest. Maybe he saw this like one other festival, just like back then.
He shouldn’t make any sudden moves or anything not without being certain because unlike a normal relationship this was different. He wasn’t even certain about his own feelings, he was judging them only on his instinct and observance from whatever he felt in his presence and he had noticed a change, but he wasn’t able to judge about the other. He could be scaring him. though he was certain that he wouldn’t be hated for it. Suzaku wasn’t like that, but he didn’t want to feel hurt either nor wanted the other to feel hurt as well. These thoughts plagued him as he finally dropped on his bed, remaining on his stomach with his face pushed into the blankets for a while before crawling under the covers.
The next day was slightly better, he woke up in the morning hearing that he would be escorted through out the entire day. He found Shirley outside his door as he left for school, she followed him around and he wondered what was going on because she never walked with him before.
“Kaicho send me to keep an eye on you…”
She said as they walked. She was actually acting quite awkward in his opinion, but he didn’t go into it. He said nothing to her and this displeased her greatly.
“Listen Lulu… you’re not allowed to talk to Suzaku… Milly says it’s bad luck for the wedding… after school I’ll bring you home, Sayako said that she will keep watch on you so that you won’t run away…!”
“Who says that I’m going to run away…?”
He asked her and she pouted her lips as if it was expected from him that he would. He was thinking about it but had decided not to. Though he still found it silly that they weren’t able to talk because right now that was all he wanted to do. They split up in class, though her eyes never left him and he was only allowed to watch Suzaku from the distance of a couple of rows. To ignore him wouldn’t be easy, specially when Milly rubbed it in again that tomorrow he was going to get married. His anxiety grew.
The rest of the day went on like that, though after school he remained home and was sitting against his bed for most of the day. A book lying by his side but he was not in the mood to read. He had tried but couldn’t get passed the second page. He was too nervous actually, half worried that something would go wrong. Not just something but that this would affect the outcome to everything. Worried that they would take it too seriously or that he would lose himself. That was probably his worst fear, losing himself. What if he said something stupid. Something that could indicate his feeling or something else, because he wasn’t emotionally invested at all.
No word from Suzaku either. It seemed to him that the other didn’t care. It was however around 12 that he heard something buzzing on his night stand. His phone vibrated loud enough to be heard from a close distance and he groaned before reaching out to it. One hand waved through his hair as he lay on his side, looking at the number on the display as it continued to vibrate in his hands. Suzaku was calling him, at this hour, he flipped open the mobile.
“What’s wrong… it’s almost midnight…”
He complained as he pressed the phone against his ear, turning on his back as the other started to talk.
“Sorry… I just… couldn’t sleep I guess…”
“It’s alright… though I had no trouble in getting to sleep… until you called…”
There was a short silence on the other side of the line and he could hear some movements. He listened for a moment and tried to think. Suzaku couldn’t sleep, was he feeling that nervous?
“Ne… Suzaku”
He asked and the movements stopped for a while.
“What…?”
“You’re nervous aren’t you…”
He cold hear Suzaku sigh on the other end, it answered his question.
“I guess I am… but I guess I’m also excited…”
“About what…?”
He asked and leaned back on his side again, waiting for an answer, but Suzaku answered very quickly. He could only register half of what he was hearing from him.
“I wonder how you’ll look like tomorrow…”
His eyes widened and he sat up abruptly before yelling into the phone.
“What?!”
Suzaku laughed and he could feel his cheeks blushing up vividly.
“Aah? Nothing… sorry for bothering you… Goodnight… Lelouch…”
The line was broken and his grip loosened on the phone so it dropped down on the mattress, his mind still stuck on what had just been said. Suzaku was actually excited about seeing him tomorrow, the way he said it. It certainly wasn’t normal. Could it be?
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