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Happy new year, thoughts scattered over the old one and random gadgets, all in a single mail · °



To be honest or preordained gadgettame of the above only to have that Nozomu hanged to hang the Christmas tree next year ° °

I take this opportunity also to write the "Epitaph" not only of this year, the decade that is about to conclude.

It 's not been so' bad.

Ah, the past year and 'on the other hand was awful, but the rest of the decade saw the birth of a lot of interesting things in the culture and entertainment for Not to mention the fact that I have never liked the style of assessments "everything 'and that' just modern or past just sucks without appeal because 'only the period (add depending on your preference) was legendary. Rather

and what I do not 'like and still do not like increases and as' the tendency of people to be more and more 'negative response to the diminishing possibility' that offers to the world and Italy in particular.

Social scientists are scrambling to justify the emotional relationships in bits and pieces as the result of communication via the Internet or a natural human propensity to find relief, but that I see and 'humanity simply' lack of confidence that no longer wants to 'invest in anything. The irrelevant but it does not cost anything and can 'give the illusion of being part of something, but like all illusions just leaves a bad taste in your mouth when you turn off the screen or ends a conversation on the most' and not with a that person probably will not hear 'never again'.

I do not have resolutions for the coming year, I keep only the determination not to be overly insoffrente every time I find you 'in front of people completely desensitized to everything.

As I hope is the next decade? Perfectly normal, but with less people who behave inexplicable as balls bounce depressed. Utopia is not it strange? ° °

Apart from anything else, good ^ ^ 2010

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[Code Geass] Lotte Glacial.

Series: Code Geass (after R2).
Pairing: Suzaku / Lelouch.
Authors: and I neera_pendragon .
Rating: PG13 . Disclaimers
: not belong to us, we love to torture them (and do not torture them as mothers CLAMP never could have done).
Note: E 'was hilarious, as usual, plotting together to pull off a plot by the mental and emotional imbalance of these two. We hope that the mixed results you like it!

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was the worst storm that the planet must have known.

Something for ice age, and two of them were missing fucking in Alaska wilderness. Let's have a sightseeing tour in a new area, sure, sure! All right, Lelouch would be willing to admit: Suzaku wanted to move with the sled dogs, it was he who wanted the snowmobiles, to be sure and arrive early. Who could imagine that their means of transport they would have abandoned three-quarters of the way?!

Lelouch, fully hooded, thick gloves to the hands and a thick wool scarf in front of the mouth, advancing with less and less momentum. She lowered her scarf, revealing her mouth, he shouted against the wind, waved his hand in the air in despair. Sputtered the snow that had entered his mouth. As soon as it was turned Suzaku gathered all the breath in your lungs, knowing that a second deep breath as her throat would have frozen to death:

- Never, never let you choose the place to spend Christmas! Rather, I tie a rock and throw it off a cliff!

Suzaku smiled, nervous, heard him complain.

It was neither the first nor the last time that day. Lelouch seemed really to the limit. And to say that the place had seemed so unusual to instill a healthy dose of curiosity in the other. Instead he seemed to have just failed.

Perhaps his methods of seduction does not take root more like a time ...

Or maybe just need a little 'heat.

turned and approached him, putting her gloved hands to those white cheeks, her eyes fixed to her:

- Do not you trust more than me ...? - He asked with a sad voice, leaning over to kiss him on the lips, without even considering a possible rejection of others. His lips, unlike those in the dark, were warm, and do not take him long to warm the body in a way that, by now know, Lelouch could not refuse.

could not ... Why was his.

The brown (her hair completely drowned in the wool and hood), it refused to sure. Pressed against the fact, knowing that you have to do with that bastard half centuries had made a bit 'smarter.

said the kiss, as far as the physical conditions would permit: he was tired and wanted to rest and drink something hot. Absorb some 'heat, but this made him feel the desire to return to civilian environmental conditions, in order to devote to things much more pleasant ... The features

frowning twitched in a grimace of pain.

- I may reconsider ... the question - the condensed breath between their lips - when I will stand freezing my butt, Suzaku.

He wanted to say with an air, came out as half peep suffering.

- Please take me to safety, or you come to me to retrieve during the thaw ... Not to say that some wild beast might devour! I do not think that immortality regenerate the shreds of meat, you know?

folded his arms on the stomach, leaned on him completely.

The centuries had made a little 'smarter too.

Basically, two selfish.

Watch Lelouch changing expression, become a child: things that Suzaku was grateful, even though he knew that those opportunities would have been a lot in the future as they were in the past. But every day was different but not at the same time as their relationship. They might seem angry with each other, but often bickering just to pass the time, though, for Lelouch, the discussions were always high dialectic.

Looking at that moment, Suzaku, smiled, picking up and tightening the grip on the side of the companion

- Hold on tight ... - Muttered, taking a race with superhuman abilities in the snow, heading for the distant goal just a few kilometers.

The truth was that, in any fight, it was Suzaku who was head down ...

***

Freed coat and all the paraphernalia, Lelouch could be said to be happy down on the couch, in front of a roaring fire, a blanket on him to dispose of the batteries' last cold, one arm dangling, his fingers gently wrapped around the neck of a bottle of cognac, which was constantly inspired by the blood to remove the frost atro Arctic. He felt

definitely calmer now.

- Suzaku .. Should I change my mind as an idea was not so bad.

said, aloud. Did not liked the slight frequency drunk, but it seemed funny rather than irritating.

- Suzaku ... - Laughed - I thought the Code smaltisse best cognac, but it seems to not ...

He sat, his head turned slightly.

He put the bottle to his lips, he took another sip.

- You want some 'you?

He turned to look for it (but what the heck was up?, Instead of being together on the sofa ...), rocked the room, laid her cheek against the back to make it stop.

Suzaku is tied to the side of the bathrobe, rubbing his head a towel in an attempt to tame my hair wet. Not ten minutes had passed and that Lelouch had already managed to find an alcoholic for scolarselo solo. He sighed to see him in that state, just shaking his head.
Drinking alcohol in the cold was probably the worst thing you could do to keep body heat ... Lelouch was not so cute when the body went against his nature strong and proud.

He approached the dark, smiling sweetly in trying to keep it at bay. He was not sure of the reaction that the other would have.

- I'm here ... That you're drinking? - Churches, stealing a bottle.

Cognac.

Shocks the head, replacing it on the tray with the glasses: - You should take a bath too ... -

Lelouch frowned when the bottle's hand disappeared. Suzaku noticed in white bathrobe. I do not attempt to lift his head from the sofa.

I listened carefully, focusing not to lose their train of thought.

He felt, however, something that eluded him ...

- Bathroom ...?

He pulled the cover over him, shivering.

- If I take off the cold.

And to emphasize the concept, rose and her temples leaned against the side of the companion, breathing deeply, relaxed.

- Here you are so good ... And you smell good.

muttered, turned his face, buried his nose nell'accappatoio.

He had never found in front of a Lelouch so amiable as on that day. Provided that one could speak of kindness: it curl up under the blanket, then go to hide her face in his robe was the same ... a small, embarrassing news. This wonder to the point that he found himself raising his arms as a sign of surrender, to Not to mention the obvious that gl'imporporava cheeks blush. They were alone, thankfully, but this is certainly not helped him to accept easily that candor maniac who Lelouch was revealing.

- ... Lelouch ... Look, the bathroom is hot ... Boiling water ... That is ... Ti .. would do well ... - Tried, even with the suspicion that the other would still say no. He was so stubborn to be sober to drunk, it was believed some of the Suzaku.

Yes, simply had to accept his unfortunate fate.

breathed deeply, bringing a hand on Lelouch's head, stroking her hair blacks still cold, despite were in the heat for nearly an hour.

- As long as you do not have other interesting ideas ... -Threw out, as if to give him the opportunity to act according to his wish.

The embarrassment had now given way to calm as ever.

Lelouch grabbed the belt of a bathrobe, just enough to loosen a little. By doing a little 'lever, he lifted his face, looking at his eyes.

She forgot what she wanted to tell you, seeing how his hair was unkempt.

- Suzaku are a disaster!

Rise. Tugged at the belt, making him sit on the couch.

He noted with disappointment that he had arranged the cushions were carefully now, under the legs and behind your back buddy. He put a hand to his head, trying to stop the watered-down room.

some reason could not.

slid his cheek on the white robe, right on the thigh of the other.

- Make every day a hot bath, more ...

That simple statement, which was part of their life together, but Lelouch had never expressed out loud, now filled him with wonder.

- I like how it makes you skin. Even this

had ever said. But now the words were free from thoughts, directly linked to his emotions.

Suzaku could possibly ignore the warmth invade the cheeks, in having close, now so close that person to share eternity?

He bent over him, stroked his cheek, with a sweetness that was now to reserve to him. No one who could be his most expensive was in life. Only he, only Lelouch, the last thing in the world on which he could rely.

smiled under his breath:

- A alcohol is not good for you ... - Said, leaving him where he was, despite the robe was now open.

Lelouch turned enough to touch his lips with the palm of his hand, reclining better.

The room was now stopped, he could just focus on Suzaku.

smiled back with another smile.

- I'm not drunk ... They can carry much more.

brought a hand to his forehead, avoiding the hair ...

- I just need some rest '. It's nice here.

... took his, pressed it on the mouth, leaving a row of kisses.

green Suzaku's eyes were smiling at each other single gesture.

He felt so stupid, so wrong to spend time in that place instead of a tropical island.

Why? Just because you were immortal

should not be deprived of life, the pleasures it could bring.

let him kiss her, looked at him, stroking his cheek:

- If alcohol is seen holding up ... And of course I notice it ... -Muttered, as he went to capture her lips kissing the other.

- I know you better than anyone else, do not betray me ... Not again. -

Words that were deposited slowly in the mind companion. Lelouch's eyes trembled in confusion, then turned away from her. Escape his kiss, leaning on one side and falling on the floor, his feet wrapped in a blanket. Do not let out a groan, he freed himself, carp in front of the fire.

A bent knees on his chest, I rested my forehead, hugging him.

Among them could run thousands of years, and those few tens of years lived by humans would still have pursued them.

Lelouch wanted to tell him that if it were not for the treachery of Mr. wrong methods, not too many people would die.

Evita. They had both faults to be served. They had an eternity to suffer. But above all: he had no desire to quarrel.

- If you betrayed lose what's left of me.

mumbled, biting nervous the fabric of his pants.

Suzaku had failed to stop him to react that way.

could only watch helplessly as he shut himself in as he had done thousands of times, in billions of different ways. He did not know how to handle it, in those occasions, such was the emotional component involving both, depriving them of the ability to discern right from wrong.

What was to try to feel free with Lelouch?

He bent, ignoring the now open robe, stroking the head of the companion.

- Sorry ... - A whisper

just mentioned: he was always the first to succumb, in those cases. She could not bear to see him like that, could not cause too much pain. It was his friend, was his companion, was his lover.

to care was not a duty, to Suzaku, but a vocation.

A vocation that often had bitter implications are difficult to digest and accept.

hated give it won, but was also true that, at the time, Lelouch was not in itself. It was for Suzaku to the person ages.

With difficulty ... But it was up to him ...

Lelouch closed his eyes, those caresses.

Suzaku's hands were so kind, could erase the words and anger, leaving him helpless. She slipped on the floor knees, turned her head in the crook of his neck, with a sigh. Each move cost him a dizzy spell, but now was no longer cold, at least.

lifted a hand, caressed the cheek bone, cheek, touching her as soon as the skin, following its every curve, every detail.

recognized the tension in his body, he thought that perhaps he had gone too far.

But how did he stay calm when everything in Suzaku had the power to make his heart beat faster?

- Because thinks that I betrayed? I did not. I would have done if I wanted ..

He put his free hand to his chest, where there was the scar, the one on his body, except the forehead, center, on the hairline. Both, inflicted by Suzaku.

hugged him.

- I have chosen you, to stay together.

said, firmly. Looked up in his shiny: he felt bad, because Suzaku drove him to the angle, tore the words from the mouth-things, said, lost all their value. Yet the doubt rose

Lelouch: really, really thought he could be betrayed?

not showed it to him enough?

Lelouch stood looking at him like a child who finds a way to make themselves understood.

A hand to his cheek and caressing along his scar, putting painstaking attention. There were not many moments in which, alone, were not caring who could see. Could remain in that place without being recognized. At least for one night, for sure.

approach their lips, touching the nose Then, cheeks, eyes, forehead.

lips again, for a while.

- I do not want to talk ... -

His was not a mere whisper.

smiled with one corner of his mouth: - When we talk, it seems that it is always me who has to bear all the blame ... -

Lelouch let out those fine touches to the mouth of the other. A couple of times he had tried to approach, but also knew that drunk Suzaku would have been very careful not to let them.

had to give up, there was nothing that could force him, being quiet.

Resolutely, pulled the robe off the shoulders, causing steep turn on the carpet beneath them.

- Maybe because I like when I put to rest?

He thought, not knowing to say it out loud without realizing it.

She took his face in her hands, kissed him, stroking the tip of the tongue lips closed. Then he slipped on the floor, hands under the sweater, to discover the stomach and the stomach.

violet eyes shone in a silent invitation, while the fire reflected in the dark hair of Lelouch.

Suzaku be outdone, the prey of those attentions as a novice in love. So past but to be with Lelouch was good, every day, something new and reassuring. Of course, not reassuring in the sense that he, personally, I mean.

was, however, an increasingly stable, at his side.

Easy contradictory, given that their proximity was made of lies for a long time. But now the past had possibly matter?

No, no more of the future.

The robe dropped from his shoulders, while caressing the words of honey skin.

-If you love that I will put to rest, talk. - Took away slowly quell'impedimento, that shirt useless - Speak whenever I want ... - Blew on Lelouch's pale neck, before capturing a point, voracious and dedicate everything to himself.

hands crossed on the arms of the dark, stroking heavily, witnesses of his desire.

Now would not allow anyone to stop them.

When was the impulse, Suzaku did not allow interruptions.

The palms of Lelouch clear and smooth, strong hips, burning, for both. Suzaku's muscles to contract and relax playing, following the movement of his mouth on the neck, as if every fiber of him was involved in every pressure of the teeth, in all the nuances that the language could draw.

was one of the best things about making love with Suzaku: when you let go of the reins was a bit 'wilder, more difficult than normal, e. ..

Lelouch groaned, more veiled blush the cheeks with excitement, while the skin of the neck, at the precise point of attention victims of Suzaku, was red, marked.

There was no part of their immortal body that did not come back as before, within a few minutes.

was therefore a pleasure for its own sake.

fingers found the dark, mischievous and innocent to the case, the navel was still wet with a shower, it rested with the patient's insistence decades of practice. In the languor that excited had thrown the alcohol, then Lelouch did not hurry. Neither had much choice then, since almost held his arms locked ...

accidentally, touched the sex. Only by accident.

A gesture so fleeting, but wanted the other.

Suzaku stopped her torture, Lelouch looked into his eyes for a moment just before you take her lips with renewed ardor, while his hands, lascivious, past the shoulders, neck, hair to pull him more to himself, to make it his own, as it was his only so long.

One, the right hand, was to support Lelouch, letting the left REACHED to where, deep within, he hoped there was still the hands of others. The

found.

what the outcome had been portrayed by touching it?

Why?

could return.

could linger for a while yet.

stroked her hands, biting his lower lip, lightly, before they slip in the language.

He opened his mouth, enjoying the touch of Suzaku. He played with his tongue, chewed, sucked, at times, without notice, abandoning himself totally to the flow of pleasant sensations that stunned his body. He knew what he wanted

mate.

negarglielo Why?

took his penis between his fingers, setting the pace of his excitement, full of desire, hot. Could hardly distinguish the outlines of things, and perhaps wielded more power than usual with the gender of her lover, and who knows, maybe he was doing wrong ... She frowned, but found it impossible to get rid of the kiss of Suzaku. Immediately forgot all worries, putting more force, both in the Land of Women in the arms.

moaned, bent his knees, pressed against his hips.

Even the Code was activated, resonating with that of Suzaku, Lelouch and from that moment it was no longer master of his own body.

COULD again and again, could occur every day, every night, but was never the same.

Even there, amid the ice of Alaska, everything was unique and unrepeatable.

Their passion, their touches, rough, light, touch uncertain, then more and more sales.

gasp that filled the room, the wishes expressed by quick hands and wish us the most intense was nell'amplesso. Hugs

broken, combative language. Teeth biting the flesh, to cause to march.

Lelouch, on those occasions, was a supreme lover. Uninhibited, now, becoming bold in his every gesture. Enough to make the eyes of Suzaku, more desirable than anything else on earth view. He picked it up after yet another provocation, ripping a scream cut off the excitement that invaded both.

Everything, then, was fast, almost obvious.

The beauty of our love was getting to that point and that, after so long, you could say both teachers.

Still panting, a final, long groan.

And the clouds and rain, as were usually say to the East, are clouded, it was over, giving way to sleep.

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[Code Geass] Now and forever.

Series: Code Geass . (There is an AU, which are as good?)
Rating: PG .
Pairing: A Glorious Lelouch / CC . Disclaimers
: not belong to me (T_T).
Dedicated to: rika_dragon , "my" CC, loooong time waiting for this piece. I hope you'll love what I love I. * _ *

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The Goldener Saal recorded sell-out. There was no one left their seats, except those vacated by gentlemen occupied at the time, other things , tired of having to attend every year. The atmosphere was full of moods, minds, emotions, vibrations invisible instruments of the orchestra were warm and alive, he was playing an hour. The hearts of the audience was there to be entangled in pride, or vanity, but also curiosity about the others present, or why not, passion, transportation for the wonderful performance.

So the New Year concert proceeded mirror perfect as a swan on the Danube. Of course, in the great court of the Empire, the capital of Pendragon, great games took place outside of fireworks, shows, gala balls, receptions, private banquets ... The old Europe loved to remain attached to its traditions, even though many European nobles (at least, those who were invited), went to Britain to greet the new year, in the presence of the Empress Nunnally.

Lelouch smiled to himself. She stretched out her hand, crept bare fingers between those of his blue-gloved lady. CC narrowed his golden eyes turned to him.

"I get bored, Lelouch?"

He asked the woman's voice, warm and sensual, not without a note of anxiety. He had become so easy , read between the lines of his words, or silence, now that he was human ...

"Not at all, indeed. I thought what is old Europe. "

"I have many years almost as much as her ... "he replied, suddenly sad. He cocked his head to one side, a lock of hair slipped on the shoulder left bare by the clothes, jewels of hairdressing sparkled like the explosion of small stars.

Lelouch took the back of his hand to his lips, I deposited a kiss, with all the languid calm of the world, then leaned toward his ear.

"No more, my dear. You have only thirty-eight years, and all envy me, because you're mine. "

She shivered, restrained laughter, uncertain whether to scold him for insolence or ask him to say it again: as the years passed, more Lelouch became unmanageable, locked in that body forever eighteen. He could not deny that made her happy, but ... He was everything: a brother, a son, a lover and a friend. Not more than an accomplice. She gave him a tap with her fan, pretending to resist his advances. In fact, it was impossible. Lelouch had that beauty confident, closed in on itself, inaccessible, untouchable and that perhaps only noble Canova, the statue of Pauline Bonaparte, had managed to suggest .

blacks had their hair pulled back, soft, contact lenses, black, and that was enough to not recognize it. When she said she got tickets for the New Year's concert, she had watched amazed and skeptical. The first question was: how will ?, It is only twenty years . He had shaken his hand in the air, telling her not to worry and start thinking out loud, to get them dressed for the occasion. He had pulled in Paris, Rome, New York, before finding the right clothes.

had lived twenty years of peace, had moved more than a little along the places she knew, and he has not. He was eager to know, to see, hear his stories. And now that she was no longer immortal, did not weigh more than ten centuries a memory, but ... She, who was a container of memories, a living historical reserve, had begun to have their memories . Tell Lelouch was a way to patch together all that lost time, find itself again, re-emerge.

Lelouch had not only taken his immortality. He had revived, loved her, he only had eyes for her.

Now, as the violins played, she could afford to be spectators, but in that special way you listen to music: ears, and vibrations of the body. It was part of the world, not a fragment without a history sentenced to life for centuries. He could stop, breathe and live. Be happy.

He continued to hold her hand. She squeezed harder.

Later, he would have prevented it back to have them wear a fox fur coat left in the cloakroom of the Musikverein, wanting to do himself. Would have gone to dine in the restaurant's oldest city, speaking in German would remember, memory fabric, and pulled the wire for new memories.

CC knew to be deeply selfish: Lelouch for those tens of years to spend with her would fly, then she would die, finding peace. He would cry. It would be left alone, as had happened to her, and no longer had the strength to cry for nothing and nobody. She also had her last tears. Would feel guilty if he had not loved.

But so was not: he loved her, in a special way in which a person could do Lelouch center of the universe, the beginning and end of each day, every horizon of thought and feeling.

would got into the car, it would change to their hotel. He would have washed his hair in shower, as she marched sapphires their own, putting that jewel in the old case that he kept three hundred years, and had never been before.

She would have looked in the mirror, would see an older woman, at the height of beauty. He loved every wrinkle, every sign of advancing age, with no hurry to die every moment with Lelouch was a blessing. It would be combed hair, a long time, then he would surprise even dressed, beautiful and happy, he would have seduced and brought to bed. It would be comforted and caressed the scars on her, to her under the left breast, the one of him in the ribs, where the sword had penetrated Zero.

Making love with a boy forever. The Code, red mark on Lelouch's skin between the shoulder blades, had given him new strength: his fitness was not as poor a time, and the body of CC, free from the Code, it was back to being vulnerable and insatiable.

After making love, as she watched him sleep, often played CC Lelouch imagine what he would do afterwards. The first ten years he bought the newspaper every day in the land of the French countryside where they had gone to live: Nunnally wanted to know, how things were going. Then, reassured, and now certain that her sister was really safe, it stopped. Information was generally although when I began to mull over some unclear whether she could never stop. CC stand him with an amused smile, sometimes even giving their opinion, although those things now imports more.

what to wear, where to go, what to do, what to ask Lelouch to cook? The little everyday things had their taste, they were beautiful because they were now unique, and would not last forever. Lelouch is worried that even more of human events, so shared, it was normal, especially because people in he loved were all still alive.

did not have magazines. CC now knew him, knew he was too smart to make that move. He saw how to change her look when the TV broadcast a speech by Nunnally, the woman had become. And Milly, Rivalz, all the others that Lelouch had left behind ... to see them in flesh and bones would have done only harm. Now, they were part of a closed chapter of his life (and still Lelouch could not really know what endless time would have dug the abyss in the soul ....)

Only Suzaku would have stayed. But even there, Lelouch CC doubted that would have given it to him so easily overcome: too many things had happened, both were forgiven, even if the punishment for Suzaku fell heavier.

Onesta through with herself, for her it was obvious that sooner or later the only two immortals of the earth would be found. When Zero would not have helped most, if not a perfect memory and in history books, when the mask of the terrorist who had saved the world had cracked, Lelouch would have been there for Suzaku. It would have taken and taken away, outside.

Would they be happy? Who knows. The Code gave so much time to think, stiffens and understand, perhaps three hundred years would be enough to figure out how to stay close without being broken. Lelouch was so changed, had become accustomed very quickly to the new condition: it would take a long time to break, but when it happened it was good to have had someone close ... DC knew what it meant, and almost fall mad, apart from the world as are the stars, forced to continue to stand there watching, unable to freely reach out and touch hands, make someone, the Code did not allow it. Sometimes, yes, you could caress, touch, but others, inexplicably, even a slight touch was enough to cause nightmares to the other person with open eyes, without a name.

The master conductor announced a break. She remained motionless, watching the musicians put their instruments carefully. Every detail was alive, was a world. There was the buzz of the spectators in the hall. The last known buzzing in the ear, to be retained as a valuable taste as to leave no fade on the tongue. Inside, he felt jealous. Yes, he was conscious and jealous at the same time: Lelouch and Suzaku would be happy, together, they would spend decades without aging, free to come and go in the world, at will, and fulfill all their wishes.

Then one day, just like all the others, they would wake up, they would look around, really opened my eyes to their plight: the prisoners of each other, bound without being able to separate. It would not matter if they stayed together or in opposite corners of the world, while all inexorably, around them slip away. Try to keep him gave him a few years of happiness, abruptly interrupted by the disappearance of what they had learned to love.

CC knew he was selfish. It would take the better part of Lelouch, that still human, he would have brought with them underground and would rest forever with a smile: the passion is not immortal. He turned to Lelouch, said gently:

"Why did not resume practice with the piano? We should buy one. "

The boy nodded, gave a half smile:

"And I hear every day, teacher ..."

She stroked cheek.

"It will be a pleasure"

"Play with me?"

"Sometimes."

"You're getting lazy ..."

"Someone Spoiled

Lelouch laughed. It was the most beautiful note that CC had heard, from two hours to that part.

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generally do not interest me much the first trailer, but the punchline "I have successfully privatized world peace!" and 'least

epic XD Ah, here is the link to the official version in HD ° °

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New Project to Code Geass on arrival · °




stress the word "project"' cause no one knows exactly what will it be 'for now, unless and that 'planned for 2010 · °
imagine a remake of that derailment complete chain of R2 is asking too much ... more' could probably be a reimagined version of the story. I just hope it does not reach the levels of cretinaggine manga spin off, I just think Suzaku of the Counterattack where Suzaku and 'a sort of Power Ranger (with the suit Lancelot!) And Nightmare of Nunnaly where Lelouch seems un'incrocio between Kamen Rider and Spawn ° °
Moral of the story: keep your fingers crossed for the improbable remake of r2 ° °


PS Here is the English translation of the text shown in the ad:

"A NEW CODE GEASS
Project Green-Has Been Lit! "
Wait for a follow-up report in 2010!

This is the day ... the rebirth of a new birth.
Starting today, the geass will approach a new phase.
Before long, you all Shall surely be in the sway of a new geass.
Hope for it. Anticipate it. Burn For It!

Have You Forgotten? How
geass is similar to a battle.
That's right.
If you all do battle, then the geass will Once Again ... "

Signed Zero ° °

Among other things today and 'the day" birthday "of Lelouch and also saw the release of a drama cd with a cover theme ° °

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[Code Geass] The Sleeping Beauty 5 / 6

Series: Code Geass in setting disneyiana with significant variations on the theme.
Chapter: 5 / 6 + Epilogue.
Rating: R. Disclaimers
: Code Geass I have not created I, but CLAMP aunts, who have left the fangirlizzare Sunrise.
Note1: not know Code Geass? Well, does nothing! is not involved in any way the texture of the soul: I only adhered to the characterization of generic characters, which in another context will also be a little bit differently than you used to see them ... So who does not know can read without problems, and those who already know could see fine. ;)
Note2: Without betaggio, be lenient. ^ * ^


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had twenty-seven, small signs on the sides of the eyes and a frown wrinkle between his eyebrows.
doors of his cell opened. He did not move. The chains, wrist and ankle, remained silent on the floor.

I thought it was, once again, Kanon. But the sounds were different.

Prince Suzaku raised his head.

incedette The King of the Fairies in the room, majestic. Ten years had passed since the last time she saw him.

decade. A whole wall affected by the signs that took into account the day. Weighed like a mountain, on those few moments of silence and tension.

- Happy Birthday, Suzaku.

In an instant he was standing, ready to jump in my throat.

He could, yes, he kept the body trained in the cell. He was strong, and fast. It was not Schneizel
out of the reach of long chains.

But Schneizel was not alone. As appeared from nowhere, between the fairy King and Prince, was the person who loved the prince: the King of the Fairies's kept his hands on his shoulders, and the significant height difference between him and the dark did not cover the face King's wicked fun.

Philip Suzaku stops suddenly, holding his fist.

Lelouch was wearing a black robe of silk, with no visible seams, draping only on bare skin. He was young, as then, the short hair below the ears.

The King of the Fairies brought him to the prisoner.

Lelouch, barefoot and stood right in front of him, that was left of the stone.

Suzaku investigated in his eyes, and I saw a veil of detachment. It could almost be fully reflected, in the mirrors violet. He raised his hands, touched his cheeks, the cheekbones, not emanated almost heat.

- What have you done?

- is a gift for you. I thought you might feel really alone, below.

Lelouch leaned against him weak. Suzaku it held her, surrounded with arms, carried him to the mattress on the floor, and I made him lay down, covered him. She gave him away, to face the King of the Fairies.

If the curse was broken man who had broken? The only doubt was a punch in the stomach, but Suzaku was still standing, and would fight another thousand years, endures all things.

- Leave us free. The curse is broken!

Living, come back, it was more important than anything else. Lelouch was there, Suzaku felt stronger than ever. The chains vibrate, about to break. But not relent.

- You misunderstood, Prince. The creature lying between your sheets is the same as Lelouch has: every detail of her body, the nuance of her voice ... He is in every respect. But it is a figment of my magic does not have his heart, his mind, because he has his memories. And for that, not him.

elegant moves a hand in the air, his fingers parted.

- You can do this your child, keep it with you until they are past one hundred years, and reached the tower, and awaken the bell'adolescente? After all, so you shall have loved, and made him happy. He tried

to respond, did not come out the item.

She looked at him, wide-eyed, petrified. The anger and hatred deafened the ears, blurred vision, while the sweetness and despair poisoned every thought of doubt, were resistant.

was impossible to answer now.

Schneizel knew. Left them alone.


- Suzaku.

That sound has a drop of water falling on the ground split from the heat?

Prince knelt beside the mattress, he's wandering eyes on him, but do not cross her.

was him. But at the same time, no, no ...

Suzaku's lips stayed soft, just stretched in a grimace of grief.

- Suzaku, the King told the truth. I can not be the person that I heard. I can not take you out of here.

The silence grew heavier, in the heart of Suzaku, and out. The beautiful voice was cold on the stone around them.

- I was created for you and you alone. Do not betray you.

upon the dignity of a prince, in his words. And the tone was that of a boy determined, but frightened, on the brink of a precipice.

If Suzaku had not wanted his fate would be marked for eternity. The care with which it had formed, and made to lie, had vanished as by members of the Prince, now rigid and composed. That was not Lelouch Lelouch tried to bypass green eyes to read his intentions.

Somehow, including. He heard what he already feared, and his body weakened. The language became more sharp, the lungs are unable to contain the air, his throat sounded in every word, every syllable in the heart:

- There will be a second chance. You'll be completely alone, but together we stand rather, this prison. He does not know anything. And here what we have lived with him you can never have, Suzaku.

reached out to him, the Prince took it from his own.

- I know.

He put his lips on the back, wish him to send more heat, which to kiss.

- I will die.

shadow fell over his eyes green, which, however, remained adamant.

- I, too, to see you die. But survive for him.

Lelouch felt a pang of jealousy so acute that he felt bones between the ribs.

- I'm your only opportunity to love him! Why can not you love me even a little 'good? We will remember every day that he is waiting for you, if that's what you want. Are you afraid to love me more than you love him? - Held back tears at the sides of the eyes, keeping his voice firm, raised himself on one elbow, with a huge effort - it's just your pride to reject you because they do not want to cede to the King of the Fairies, but so ; go against yourself, you deprived of the chance to smile again ... just to pique!

- I know.

took away his hand, turned around, gave him his back, shivering from the bones.

He felt that he was about to disappear from there.

did not want to leave.

not ...

- S-you are an idiot, Su ... ... zaku





- I know.


***

Kanon wrapped in a long, wide ribbon, the lily white indigo withered. The spirit that had inhabited it was off, going into the dark abode of shadows, where it slowly dissolved into oblivion. Soon no one, among the spirits, would reminded him. Soon the statue wrapped nell'indaco would become ashes, and he would no longer what they were reminded that spirit of silk empty.

He held the tears, feeling the deep pain shake it.

The Prisoner had resigned for a second time. Why? It was something that resonated in his mind of mind impossible. That love can render people so stupid and ridiculous? Selfish? How could he not have noticed that the spirit had suffered? Yet it left vanish.

squint his eyes was enough to feel the tears in prison. There, each thing, every being, was linked in a mysterious way, and the King of the Fairies was at the heart of gold that allowed the survival of their world. It was enough to focus a little, to feel pain when it was nestled in that part of the castle.

Kanon lived with his master for a long, long time. He had forgotten what it was before. Schneizel was to free him from sleep in which he had fallen to the curse of a witch, to keep him, teach him the laws of the spirit world. He had kept away from men, wrapping that prohibition in elegant silence. Kanon, blindly loyal, it was not nice at all: if Schneizel so wanted, so would be.

But one day he had taken with him. Together they went to find the King and Queen, who celebrated the birth of their adoratissimo Prince. There in the world of men, he was afraid, because I do not know, nor understand. A constant thought he had taken to live in his mind since then, Kanon had no more peace.


He left the flower on marble gleaming like mother of pearl. He flew to the open spaces of the palace, made of stone, carved wood, and green, black wings stretched out to glide. Themselves a lot of momentum, climbed to altitude, heading one of the towers. His master looked at the skyline. He leaned on one of the battlements, bowing his head in silence.

- Eufemia is still evil. A spirit has gone out. The human beings are really terrible. Especially when they fall in love: nothing else exists, not the person they love. Can not be happy, if not in pain, suffering and even some of them have the strength to carry our heads high. Little and can live in the handful of time to get hurt, to destroy, to start anew. So it is, it always will be. They are so different from us, did Kanon?

outstretched fingers noble stroked the feathers of the crow, making him weigh the transparent look. There was a hardness in his words, but also tenderness. Everything possible was the King of the Fairies, beauty and horror, the agony and the ecstasy.

- will end soon, fear not. Things went a bit 'different way than I thought - the raven stopped before he could do anything, clutching a cross between a sweet and consoling a close prison, if he pressed on his chest, continuing to smooth pens - There has been much more interesting ... They love each other honestly, but the years between them, whatever they do.

Kanon shuddered. He heard footsteps behind her Re: someone had climbed the stairs, light and quiet as a dove. He lifted his beak to investigate the smell, but so close to his master was unable to discern anything else, if not her perfume.

- My King, I'm here.

Schneizel's hands loosened his grip, Kanon immediately and flutter their wings, taking anthropomorphic form. He looked at the girl, amazed to see there: why you ...? What had think of their lord?

Light eyes, of a pale pink when the ancient world, filled with wonder and confusion.

Fairy King stroked the head of the sister with affectionate do.

- Nunnally, it is time we have been waiting a long time.

The princess had a long purple robe, long wavy hair, hazel eyes and colored wisteria on fire with enthusiasm and happiness.

- Brother, thanks ..

Schneizel made a nod toward him.

- You know what to do, Nunnally. I want you to bring with you Kanon. It is a mission of utmost importance, monitor the tower.

took her own white-gloved, a hand of Kanon, and brought it with him. He did not have time to turn around, to ask, to beg forgiveness. Convinced that the king, feeling betrayed by him, he had entrusted to Nunnally, but struggled down the stairs, turned into a raven, and followed her flying.

A crow can not cry.

was true, he wanted to see how intense was the passion of men, and this had pushed for Lelouch to touch the time for love was true, had pushed Eufemia to approach the prisoner to tempt him, causing turmoil and suffering, it was true, would any thing for them to reunite .. But now he felt he had lost the confidence and the look of his master, none of that was more important.

Where Can I Find A Printable Mount And Blade Map

[Code Geass] The Sleeping Beauty 4 / 6

Series: Code Geass in setting disneyiana with significant variations on the theme.
Chapter: 4 / 6 + Epilogue.
Rating: R. Disclaimers
: Code Geass I have not created myself, but CLAMP aunts, who have left the fangirlizzare Sunrise.
Note1: not know Code Geass? Well, does nothing! is not involved in any way the texture of the soul: I have abided only the characterization of generic characters, which in another context will also be a little bit differently than you used to see them ... So who does not know can read without problems, and those who already know could see fine. ;)

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Eufemia was shining like a star, like a delicate flower, light as a butterfly. Sister of the King of the Fairies, was completely different ... He who was seated on the throne, and nothing escaped his eyes distant, unreadable, transparent blue. The guests paid homage with a thousand wonders: illusions, transformations, gifts, bows and dances. Everything seemed to be made in her honor in that room. And for the pleasure of his beautiful sister, who was the perfume, the profound essence of every color, decoration, light that was there.

Both return the kindness of all, in their own way, and both were elusive.
danced a long time. Outside, night. Endless night. The weather was a maze, like space: fountains, fire, filled the artificial fountains, darted at the foot of the columns. What looked like a statue now taking the texture of the flesh, and hair of nymphs dancing stiffened in the form of branches, and their faces were lost in the bark.

Nothing seemed made to last, in that place. It was the eternal law of that kingdom.

Suzaku was just a man, and much of what dazzled him and was surprised it was not able to understand the end. He wanted to ask questions, but strangely things unfolded by itself, even if he could not name them.

was the most amazing he had ever experienced in your life.

Eufemia filled his senses. Sweet, she took care that he does not fall behind and next to his light he was a shadow, but it was fine.

Next to a balcony, glanced out, in passing.

Eufemia him back him, stroking the back of his hand, he said. He did not hear your own voice, did not know what he said, but she seemed happy. His smile briefly erased the pain stuck in the bowel. Sitting beside her on a chair in the shape of orchid, she wondered for the umpteenth time what was in his heart.

watched the sweet face of her, not knowing the well amazing things that happened in the room, and did not feel able to part with it for a while. Then she spoke with someone, a vice inside him loose, and his eyes automatically went to the dark sky. Dark would like ... wanted to reach out and touch it, sink in ... that hair ...

hair.

trembled, knowing that as soon as he looked at Euphemia, Euphemia her, that thing would have slipped away. And so it was.

She spoke to him, touched his face, and he was again his.

resumed walking from room to room. She tried to make him taste the wine, eat some food. He brought the cup to his lips, but before touching that trembled, and he could not drink. Every time he approached the mouth to the food he was sick, and even tasted it. She reassured him and whispered not to worry, just had to get used to.

In the end, were far from the people. The more she shortened the distance between them, the more he struggled to understand his words, responded to his gestures, caressed her, kissed her, not that there was a bit of heart in his movements, the touching, feeling.

Indeed, he felt more and more cold.

She led him into a new room, private.

were the private rooms of the Princess. There was no need of sun or candles: objects have their own light, and everything was beautiful, alive.

- Why do not you dance?

churches. He did not know why. It was there, demand, at the tip of his lips. This hastily as not to forget it immediately.

- Why can I only dance in the spring when the flowers are reborn, and the forest comes alive! You'll see, I'll take you with me will be wonderful. Your whole life for me. Philip, you must listen: you will need to spend much time here, and I promise to make you happy ... I am convinced that together we can do so much good, for my people and your - it drew near the bed - Just give me the key your heart, and you will not worry, or sadness.

Sadness ... It was sad? Maybe. How did you know? He was confused.

- Euphemia, I ...

She undid her hair, smiling, pulled the pins that held together the dress, which came off in a hiss, reclining like a pool of rose petals at his feet. Only as a very light pink, remained to cover the shoulders, breasts and hips.

His pale skin was covered with honey.

He looked at her, speechless, my heart in my throat. Every inch of her body was attracted to her, as before his eyes from the sky.

Heaven. He turned, looked for a window with the look, but the curtains were drawn.

The Princess spoke softly, hoping to be able to take that look, sad, trying to look out:

- Suzaku, many things are not clear. But I want your good, like that of my people. You will not be any harm to me. Trust me, please ... I do not want nothing more than keep you by my side.

Suzaku wanted to reassure her, tell her that he would remain close. Something, however, prevented it.

A sense of ... Some .. A ...

anyone.

A profile's flashed before my eyes. Lost it immediately.

Tears came out from his eyes.

The Princess took her face in his palms, approached the their lips.

- Suzaku, forget it, and you'll have more pain. Love me, and as long as you stay here you will not have to fear nothing, not even my brother ...

Something turned over within him like a dagger planted in the heart. He fell to his knees. How could he refuse the sweet Euphemia? She could not deceive her ... She was the woman he loved, his star. The only one that was in need, the one he wanted.

cried again. For himself, Euphemia, and ...

It was dark before his eyes, the desperate voice of Euphemia was far away.

***

The Princess wept long. The King of the Fairies prevented her from seeing Prince prisoner still bunk. She, in return for obedience, he made her promise that no harm would have been done to have it rejected.

***

chains at the wrists, neck, ankles. Tied to a stone wall.

clothes on him were those worn during the day and afternoon, when he met the girl in the woods.

Suzaku yanked the chains, looking into the Re-haired blonde in the cell where he was held prisoner. The iron clamps in the flesh, redoubled its fury.

- You have wounded my heart than my sister. You are cruel, Prince Philip Suzaku.

- Let me go!

shouted, hoarse scream for hours spent, to cause a minimal reaction. All alone in there, it had seemed to go crazy.

The king, clad in black, was followed by the youth of the party. He was quiet, discreet, though watching everything.

- willingly or not, you're my guest.

Suzaku's face is deformed into the anger, full of indignation at what he had done.

- What guest are you, you hold people captive. I am a prince, I should die, I'll leave this place sooner than believe.

- And I'm the King of the Fairies. No one leaves my castle without my permission.

Prince had imagined, who it was.

had had time to think, to the sorcery of Euphemia, the fantastic things seen in the halls, some not so absurd that would be able to give you the name.

- I know who you are. I'm not scared. I have to get back into the forest, waiting for me. The King of the Fairies
smiled: the corners of his mouth curled slowly, emphasizing every movement, and left him a light sparkling eyes.

Suzaku on the perceived power of the man who could kill him in an instant.

Yet there was something far more precious to defend, that's life: the girl in the woods, the one with whom he danced, he heard laughter, light and full of life. At any rate, it would come to her.

- Your strength, Prince, that feeling is so young that hatch in your heart. That's why you resist the charm of Euphemia, who had never failed in this: everyone loves, everyone would like a wife, and she had made available one hundred years of his immortal life, for a human being ...
Your heart has refused, and now you're here. Only.

shook his head, he advanced toward him.

Suzaku jumped forward, came close to touching it.

- As they are very generous - he went on, more than impressed, amused by the stubbornness of the human - I'll tell you where he is the person of your heart. It is not in the cabin in the woods. Indeed, he left for good. There, three fairies had concealed his identity, hoping that I will not reach me.

chains were again strained, a few drops of blood fell on the floor, others began to pour on his chest, ankles.

If the King of the Fairies had done wrong to his wife, would find a way to tear it apart, slowly.

If the King of the Fairies had dared even look ...

- Fear not, Prince - said the gentleman with the dark heart, softly, caressing - still breathing. You listen well, however, so that you know the truth: Sixteen years ago, was born the Prince of this kingdom, and I cursed him, announcing that the day of his sixteenth birthday he would die. A Fairy mitigated my curse, transforming it into a sleep that will last one hundred years, unless the kiss of true love does not awaken from his sleep. The one you love, is A prince, who is now asleep in the highest tower of his castle.

He showed his stick at the top, a crystal ball, which showed something.

A young man with short hair to shoulder, blacks as night.

clear skin. The very black eyebrows, eyelids closed seals.

seemed dead.

It seemed ... her.

was so upset that he forgot the presence of the King of the Fairies: why did not he understood at once? And he had lied to him? If he was, the prince ...

- sleep Lelouch, Suzaku. And you'll be my guest long enough to forget the anger and despair, lulled by the melancholy madness that will be way over the years in your mind and heart, while your body will age. In one hundred years, I swear that you are free to go - he murmured gentle, rise - Curved, weak. The tallest tower, to awaken your beautiful boy asleep ...

***

Days slipped on the day, became weeks, and years passed. Affected the walls, to take account of the time. He had food and water, a razor to shave, clean clothes. You could say that treated him with respect: he never did too cold in there, or too hot One glimmer of light came in the morning, projected on the wall, and ran on the stone during the day.

not afraid you took away the life. Not him, he had to come back ...

Initially, he sought a way to escape. Soon, he realized that it was impossible: there were no guards, there were no rounds, no one understood his language. Every so often, it was only the servant of the King, to talk and to prevent it from slipping into madness. The first time, dismissed it by violence, then he began to consider those few precious hours of humanity.

alone, sank into himself, whispered words, memories, desires. He suffered the pain of an eternal twilight. In the four walls of his room, his spirit was free to roam, as in a dream: the links between mind and body was much more transient in the Fairy Kingdom, but always came back within the walls of stone. It would have been a precious gift, madness. There had been very close, yes, but never enough to take the final step and forget everything.

When did a real dream, and it happened often, he dreamed of dancing in the woods, barefoot, the voice of Lelouch, their promise afternoon when he had been happy, unaware of everything that would follow.

The character had faded, like a blade response for too long in the scabbard. The resignation had washed away the impetuosity of youth. Yet, he still will, but the desire smoldering under the ashes, in time, had become deeper, soaking every thought, every action. There was a moment of his days or nights that were not filled with love. Facial expression is not apparent in even more: Suzaku's eyes were the color of the emerald, and her coldness to the touch.

resisted because that love was his life, everything that made him breathe. What, at the same time, choked him, hour after hour, corroding drip: the endless nights alone had coveted her body, cursed his name, and at dawn he had hated the day she met him in the woods. Everything in him was the joy of life had been torn, and the time had left him burning zeal, to break the shell of the youth, to give way to burn and hurt a soul, tormented.

yet, and yet ... she loved him.

***

Kanon, in silence, he knew that Schneizel would eventually bring the Prince to a second test: no start, in the realm of the fairies, and knotted without evoking the forces that support it and which are transported in other places, other stories ...
What would happen, all of them? Without knowing it, passed into the hands of Suzaku multiple destinations.

How To Make Welcome Statements

[Code Geass] The Sleeping Beauty 3 / 6

Series: Code Geass in setting disneyiana with significant variations on the theme.
Chapter: 3 / 6 + Epilogue.
Rating: PG . Disclaimers
: Code Geass I have not created myself, but CLAMP aunts, who have left the fangirlizzare Sunrise.
Note1: not know Code Geass? Well, does nothing! is not involved in any way the texture of the soul: I only adhered to the characterization of generic characters, that in another context will also be a little bit differently than you used to see them ... So who does not know can read without problems, and those who already know could see fine. ;)
Note2: From this chapter onwards, we begin to substantially detach from the fable that we all know.

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The sun was setting, the last light scattering as a powder finish. The shadows had grown long in the trees, flow together.

Prince Suzaku had followed the river until he reached the hut in the heart the forest. The horse began to paw nervous something would frighten him, but around it was quiet. Indeed, the sweetness of the sunset, melancholy and serene, it seemed to load the outlines of a poem of chivalry. Prince's plane struck his fingers on the neck, to reassure the animal.

There was nothing to fear. The person he loved was near, was waiting in the quiet house surrounded by the gentle glow of the last sun. He would have taken away with him, held during the festivities of the next night he would conduct in his kingdom where he would marry her, and loved.

He left the horse tied to a branch, he observed with wonder the flowery meadow: Digital circles, bluebells, primroses, violets ... He had never seen those types of wild flowers, all together. They were everywhere, from the ground to the pylons of fences, walls of the house. He heard the horses neighing, turned and glanced strongly opposed. What's taking, so nervous? The back side, spoke to him reassuringly. The animal snorted, stamping a hoof on the ground.

- I'll give you some good apples, when we get back in the barn. Do not make me a bad impression, I return in a moment. It was not

nell'indole Prince Suzaku, leave a creature that was suffering. Another gentle caress of farewell. He took off his hat and hung it to the saddle, gave away the animal, entering among the flowers that covered the narrow path.

knocked. A voice came from within, inviting him to enter.

Inside it was dark. Icy.

***

Lelouch had kept a stubborn silence. He had left his body that led away from the forest, on paths unknown. The only thought was facing the sun and the horizon beyond, reach, disappearing.

was night when they crossed a secondary gate. The guards did not question. The three fairies and he had his head hooded, wrapped in a blue cloak.

was the Prince of the Kingdom, a curse weighed upon him, had lied so he could escape. This, Lelouch, he understood: the fairies were good to him, and behave like human beings must have been a difficult sacrifice. But they forgot one thing: it was not a child, nor was stupid. He guessed that the accounts did not return, and now that he had all the elements he could put up the picture. Problem was that he did not know how to get out. Once it was past midnight for all the Prince ...

From one cage to another.

And he was tired, tired of staying locked up. To ignore it. To obey without reply.

The heart was the stranger of the forest. will come to the hut, you will not find anyone, he may have thought that I lied . He felt hurt at the very thought. She felt an infinite rage, and it was a new emotion for him.

The Fate did not say what is the curse. In addition, they were always three fearsome creatures, if they do not run away now spoke.

let himself be led into a room of the towers, there he found a dress that was very similar to the stranger. He let his hair cut at ear level. It was like being released: the head was very light. He changed his clothes, he looked in the mirror.

was strange at first. But he felt it was something so right that little was enough to dispel all the doubts.

The three fairies looked at him, close to each other.

- We've given everything that was good to give - Said the fairy veiled in blue, what had been Aunt Milly.

- We can not watch until midnight, but you know the danger looming over you ... - the voice of the fairy was still wrapped in the green to Aunt Shirley, caring and sweet.

- Do not leave this room until you hear the fireworks. After that, someone will escort you to the lounge, where you know your parents and all the nobles of this court.

- I have waited for many long years, Lelouch - concluded the lady wrapped in red.

The Prince nodded. The heart was in a vise, having to separate those three special people who loved her.

- I have loved as a child, but now that you live with your people ... - The first fairy is dissolved in a blue halo in the air, more and more hoarse.

- will never forget you, Lelouch ... - it was the turn of the second.

Cera, just looked at him. Lelouch was petrified by the sad beauty of her eyes. Small flames licked his garment, and vanished forever.

repressed tears, he wanted them very much, and this remains, even if he had been deceived. Taken away without giving him time to wait for him, to warn him ... went to the door, he tried to open it, and how he had thought was closed from the outside. He looked around sadly: there were no windows in the room. He sat in a chair, his face in his hands.

He thought the stranger.

essersene had already returned home at that hour. Although he did look like Prince, there were opportunities that would not have found ... I hope with all their hearts that it was not the case: he wanted to see him again. His heart was pounding.

Oh, Lelouch imagined that life in a few hours would be changed completely: he knew, finally, people, would exercise the power of his role ... But the stranger was special. It was impossible to forget those eyes, clear and sincere. She wanted him, wanted him beside him, needed him ...

- I do not ever see her again.

started, turning to the source of the voice. From a dark corner a boy came out, more or less his age, with blue eyes and reddish hair light, almost pink.

- Who are you?

- I am the servant of the powerful King of the Fairies, Prince Lelouch.

There was a noise, like a faint hum, lit some candles, and behind that boy appeared an object that Lelouch had never seen.

- What do you want? What do you mean before?

He felt the blood freeze in his veins, he was afraid, and somehow the subject consisting of a wheel and a pointed part attracted his eye.

- As soon as midnight, you will be again a prisoner, and will never see again the man you met today.

- Have you spied on!

He looked round for a weapon. There was not any.

- I've just seen. And there is no human instrument able to hurt me. Rather you, what would you like Prince Lelouch? Review the man of whom you are in love, or spend the rest of your days regretting now?

He clenched his teeth, knowing you are walking on the edge of a precipice.

- How do I know that you are not lying?

The boy approached him, showing his hands, which were painted in a strange way, with flowers and leaves, a red light. Between the fingers appeared a black thread.

was something his aunts had taught him: he was an oath unbreakable.

- swear. If you fail in my word, I, who am immortal, I will die. Not even the King of the Fairies could do nothing to save me.

- How do I know that the mind losing?

The boy's eyes widened as if he had not expected that answer. It was natural for Lelouch, guess, but one thing for him was clear as the light. The look was pure human distrust.

- I swear, I could destroy his power with my words, if they are lying - had begun to weave the wire between your fingers, gestures solemn oaths of magic - and I swear If you touch the spinning wheel of this zone, you can review the person you love, and stay with her, if you do not, I know that will never happen what you want.

Lelouch listened to him until the end, still. An invisible wind moved the hair, the boy finished his oath, and disappeared into a dark nebula. The prince knew he had already made its decision, was not afraid to jump in the dark.

For as much as it would be difficult, would be reviewed. He was afraid that something bad might be his success: he would not be abandoned.

stretched out his hand, as if the body moved on behalf own, and closed his eyes, touching the spinning wheel.

***

Something bothered him, prevented. He tried to free himself, could not, even with all your strength. He tried to open his eyes, was unmoved: the darkness was pasty, his arms and legs heavy. He clenched his teeth, he tried again, and again, until he lay motionless and exhausted.

could not clarify his thoughts. He could not do anything.

Distant Voices, playing enemy, in accent. I could not tell.

would have been frustrated, under normal conditions. Slowly, however, slipped back with indifference.

The light caught him off guard: it was a faint glow. He sat up and was in a strange bed. The room was lit by candles, which could illuminate only portions insignificant. Outside it was night, he dressed in the old way of their land. He touched his chest, covered with silk dark (could not make out the color), to his horror he saw that the kimono was tied with his right hand on the left. He started to untie the belt, when a movement caught his attention. He tried once the sword, which was not there. Looked at the room in the dark.

- I do not want hurt you.

was a woman's voice, lilting and sad.

- Where are they?

- In the Palace of my brother.

Suzaku, who had a very high view of noble blood, he set foot on the ground. He approached the foot of the bed, and the more she moved the more the light seemed to increase. In the end, it seemed that they were his own eyes, able to discern, because the room was quite clear, and a girl with long pink hair, such as freshwater pearls, and violet eyes, looked a bit 'timid. He had a beautiful dress, long, and did not seem dangerous.

He did not understand. This not prevented it from being friendly with a woman. Especially, then, with a frightened-looking girl.

- I am the Prince Suzaku, the islands beyond the sea. I do not know how I got here. Or where he is, here.

She smiled in a loving, open. Clasped hands to his chest, then bowed his capacity as taking sides.

- I am the Princess Euphemia.

- I-enchanted to meet you.

He bowed his head before her, a sign of respect, captured by the gentle beauty of the girl. The questions went on tip of tongue into the background.

- My brother contrary opinion, but I would like ... If you are not a problem ... In the Great Hall of the crystals there is a ball, with guests from the four corners of the planet, and I wish you were my knight - took a hand between her own - Please, I need you.

The palms of the girl naked were pure velvet hot. It was so close, he knew of spring and flowers smell it impossible for the skin of a human being, because there seemed to be just a stamp.

- I can not dance, dressed like that.

- You do not have. I'll be next. The Princess of My kingdom is not dancing.

she said, smiling and pulled his face to hers and kissed him. The will of slipped away from his body, overcome by a spell much more powerful. He followed the princess to the corridors and rooms full of amazing things, so colorful, bright and alive. He began to think of being in a dream, or dead, as dead, the kimono was tied in that way, and had not had time to fix. The hand held by one of Euphemia, she began to tremble when it was found unable to stop, or go back.

There was something important.

tried to remember, to no avail.

was there, just behind a veil, but stretched out her hand to snatch it and found herself immersed in water, and more rummaging plus the ground seemed far away.

The columns were huge, the ceiling lost in darkness. Strange inscriptions, of an unknown language. Eufemia spoke, he did not want to hear it, yet it was inevitable: her voice did not seem to need to move from his ears, that impresses itself in the mind, and he remembered every single syllable that the Princess, although it had no memory of having paying attention. Why was not

look out for?

had to be unimportant.

suddenly felt better. Lightweight. Transparency.

recognizes nothing of what he saw, the eccentric-looking people, dressed in a strange way, looking at him in turn. But Euphemia was with him, introduced him to them, and they reported the name.

names on names.

wild music, background.

A door separated them from the Great Exhibition.

Eufemia clung to him, kissed him again and whispered:

- Come on Phil, it's time to show my brother that I have chosen well, my future husband.

***

Prince Lelouch fell asleep.

was found and taken to the highest tower of the castle, hidden from the eyes of the people. It was so beautiful and young, who seemed trapped in her sleep death, caused the drop of a veil of sorrow over the castle, and the entire Kingdom.

That single life, held just this side of the last threshold, let penetrate the shadow of death into the realm of the living. The tower was sealed.

host Del Principe, were untraceable.

Together, these two losses were much more than the fragile balance of the mind and human heart could bear. He tried to forget, but a long twilight shadows stretched out over the castle first, then hills and, finally,
the forest.

Male Brazilian Wax Hardon

[Code Geass] The Sleeping Beauty 2 / 6

Series: Code Geass in setting disneyiana with significant variations on the theme.
Chapter: 2 / 6 + Epilogue.
Rating: PG (for now). Disclaimers
: Code Geass I have not created myself, but CLAMP aunts, who have left the fangirlizzare Sunrise.
Note1: not know Code Geass? Well, does nothing! is not involved in any way the texture of the soul: I complied only to the characterization of generic characters, which in another context will also be a little bit differently than you used to see them ... So who does not know can read without problems, and those who already know could see fine. ;)
Note2: Forgive the wait! ^ _ ^
Ps: not satisfy me, I am not satisfied this chapter ... But I'm desperate, I do not know how to touch it, comprendetemi. = _ =

***

upon a house deep in the woods. Two stories high, not very big and nice. The branches were more high roof, but did not shade, because it was built in a glimpse of the clearing, in the open. There

Prince Lelouch had grown to almost fifteen full years under the name of Luluk. The three fairies had faithfully kept the resolve not to use magic, living as ordinary women. Years full of quiet, waiting and caution.

taxes on the second floor were open. A girl leaned out, dusted the windowsill with a few precise gestures, then went on the patch cracks in the shutters. She had long dark hair that touched her corset around her waist over a white shirt. He was slim, if it were not for handsome appearance and manner full of grace, it would be easy to recognize in her, a prince.

The violet eyes were piercing, the sure-footed. Sang to himself, distracted. Tighten,, thinned her lips and then his eyelids.

did not know the world beyond the forest. The walks to the edge of the forest had intensified in recent times. From there, staring at the valley below, the great castle. He was banned from meeting and talking with strangers, leave the forest, give signs of his presence. As he walked among the tall and towering trees, bushes and the rich, could have, as a partner, only your voice. So sang.

thought to be only one prisoner had become increasingly insistent, in the heart. The aunts were very sweet, thoughtful and kind. But the rules that had been imposed had become chains. He was consumed by a burning nostalgia, tension, deep in my heart to something that was neither past nor future, beyond what I could tell the time, or senses testify. Even

observe the castle from a distance was enough to quench his thirst, as were the men?

Sometimes the desire to disappear into the branches, merge with the forest, leaving him prostrate and immobile for long minutes. Or, follow the autumn leaves up to his feet in the freezing night frost. He often expressed his doubts to the three aunts, who replied, invariably the day of your sixteenth birthday, you will have your answer .

had expected. The day finally had come. Something very important was going to happen and he had again his beautiful dream. There were a number of years that it appeared, from time to time. The first time, the night of his tenth birthday. He was very confused, indistinct. Impressed feelings and emotions, like a seal in hot wax. It was enough to think about it too hard, awake, and the wax would break. Lelouch he was a tenacious and often at the cost of losing taste of the dream, waking had tried to write it down. Useless. The wax, which still smelled of flowers and knew almost honey, is crumbling and becoming ash. He could only remember the dark forest, background, and someone. The identity of this person was crazy. This was, he did not understand. It was like him more than they resemble with her aunts ... I do not remember neither her face nor his voice. It was an incredibly close and yet distant presence.

was his secret. Something he had not spoken to his aunts, who do not would reveal even the wind. He was jealous. He feared he would never come true: he could not be a memory, unless it was a memory of a previous life . The aunts had talked about how the souls of men know how to migrate, and the world outside the world, but he was certain that his was different. He was Luluk. Nothing else. Had always been so, and nothing would change in the future.

He returned to the room, they washed their hands, hair and straightened her skirt. He looked in the mirror, tried a smile immediately vanished from his lips: it was the moment of doubt. More advancing the clock, plus the taste of the dream unraveled from his memory. He became distant, absurd. It was only a dream could also be the fruit of his imagination. He sighed. He tried to console himself with the thought that sixteen years had finally come. Leni only part of the pain in his heart.

wonder if they really only needed a day to change everything. The sadness mixed with joy in his eyes was clear, absolutely had to hide it, or the aunts would be worried. They asked questions, which he would not have wanted to respond.

was lucky. Below, the three women were busy as ever. Zia Cera hastened put them in my hands a basket to collect the strawberries.

- But I gathered yesterday ...

He tried to resist, knowing that this would have radicalized the will of the three. He could not conceal a smile of amusement. It was easy to imagine what they were plotting.

- Oh, there are a lot more, Luluk, many more ...

urged Aunt Shirley.

- Many more, and make peace with !

urged Aunt Milly.

Luluk looked at them with affection, by suggesting that he had nodded understood, and went out. He followed the trails he knew very well, enjoying the scents carried by the wind. Soon the memories of the night's dream occupied my mind completely, and lost a foot over and continued to advance, and farther afield, following the river current.

had begun to sing, without realizing it. Approached him some animals, with whom he had befriended, and were his only confidant. He stopped walking when he heard the first signs of fatigue in the legs, and sat on the root of a tree trunk on his back, empty the trash in the ground near his feet.

- treat me like a child.

sighed, raising his eyes to heaven.

only saw the tangle of branches.

He felt alone.

Something was wrong in that life, his shadow did not match with himself that stood out in the sunlight.

Really everything would change?



Nearby, there was a pond. A prince was standing there. He had taken off hat, coat and boots, to put them to dry, because it was completely soaked. It was Prince Philip of Suzaku Kururugi: his kingdom was the sea, a kingdom of five islands that had concluded a treaty of alliance with the very important ground. Guest him and his father in a small castle in the area, had taken advantage of ample space for a long ride.
month that his father was obsessed with his head the importance of seventeen be proud but not to offend our guests , and he did not take it anymore. It was not even possible to stay with the one soul young host of the castle, Prince Lelouch, since he was a prince ghost.

is said to be alive, but for reasons that Suzaku had not been listening fully, was not in the castle. It would, however, returned after midnight on the day.

was a kingdom of fools.

They had even crazy about the horse that had thrown into the water. He found

enough sunny space, and sat, waiting for the heat did have the effect. The light hit her hair slicked back, wet, but escaped in a few locks moved slightly, dripping water. The skin was amber, green eyes like the wood.

Annoyed, did not notice the idiot tramp of a horse, if not too late: two rabbits, an owl, a squirrel and the birds were stealing his stuff! It took a while to believe it, someone else to react, and it was after the thieves, slowed by the clump of bushes and branches in which they were inserted.

was overwhelmed in the heart, to hear a mysterious voice, singing. Seemed gushing from the bowels of the forest, melodious and compelling. Slowed down, careful not to make noise, pushed aside the branches and watched the creature was dancing with animals transvestites.



I know who you Close to my heart Every
now I know who you are you

Of all my dreams The sweet object

Even if you are in dreams is all illusion and nothing more My heart
knows that in reality you're coming from me

And I love even more


She danced like she had never seen any lady to dance, and his voice, that voice ... It was too deep to be a normal woman's voice, but it was so sad, in love, that made him give up his knees. And those words of love that word! Remained etched in the minds and hearts, seemed to encapsulate all the music in the world, all parties and dances, all the overwhelming emotions that they knew to lose a man.

And Prince Suzaku felt lost. He went

, bold, and took half of the owl and the little animals, pulling behind him ...


My heart knows that in reality
From me you will come ...


... wrists and took the girl, who singing with passion gave her back to the imaginary knight.

concluded for her, with her voice strong and masculine.


And I love even more .


He tried to hold her, but she ran away. The

held by the tip of your fingers, she takes away.

He pursued her, holding her hand more.

- I'm so sorry ... I did not want to scare you.

said. She just blushed: it was lovely pale pink cheeks, dark hair framed. The hand that had formed in fingertips for a moment escaped his grasp: she hid it behind his back, looking with suspicion, awe and fear. A look of curiosity, however, seemed able to devour it.

- Is not this ... it's just that you're a ... a ...

crossed her violet eyes, green. The girl turned around, trying to get away.

Suzaku took her wrist sfuggitagli, which was still pressed against the kidneys.

He would not let her go, not so. But he feared that he would make it turn overtighten in a tree with golden leaves. She was a nymph? A goddess?

- A stranger? But you do not remember it, we are already known.

She blinked, confused, ready to react. Prince Suzaku slid his fingers beneath her, holding them in the most polite of which was capable of. He felt the blood pulsing under the skin of both fast.

- but safe - he drew his hand to his chest, bringing their bodies - You said it yourself, in your dreams.

He smiled, letting go completely. She, who was barefoot, went to a big tree, hiding his eyes. He came up again, singing.



I know who you Close to my heart Every
now I know who you are you

Of all my sweet dreams
The object is you


slid next to a rock, touching the profile at your fingertips Then Suzaku took her hand, and their feet moved together, the prince's arm around the back of his woman, she looked close, but already won. They danced together, while the forest echoed to the music, words, and disappeared at the same time, because only they existed. Only they live.


Although in dreams is all illusion and nothing more
My heart knows that in reality you're coming from me

And I love even more


Neighbours and tired from dancing and too much emotion, at last, Suzaku shook his arms: was very thin, smelled so amazing. How could a girl who lived in the woods have a delicate smell, and yet pervasive? He pressed his face in those dark hair, letting yourself be charmed, drinking the magic potion until the last drop.

She turned her head, breaking his touch too intimate, red in the face. He gave her a little 'lead, he followed it. They arrived almost immediately to the forest, hanging on a high cliff. In the distance loomed the castle in the air bluish thinly veiled in the morning.

He waited for a word from her, enchanted by his / her profile. He could not remain silent, however, and asked

- Who are you? What's your name?

She was about to reply, but remained silent, looking away from him.

- I can not tell you.

Suzaku tried to stop her, but she had already slipped away again, back in the thick of the trees.

- And how will I see you again?

- Maybe one day ...! Why

was so quick escape? Prince Suzaku could be achieved in an instant if he wanted. She leaned against a tree beside a recovering trash.

- One day? The

urged in despair.

- Presto!

- But when? He saw

go away and he could not hold her back. She smiled, she could never take her away and imprison, that violate it in a barbaric manner.

was so innocent, so pure ...

- Tonight, the hut in the woods!

And so disappeared into the trees.

Suzaku stretched out her hands to that point, let them fall to the sides disconsolate. He remained motionless for a while ', still incredulous of what he had seen, and, above all, for what he felt inside.

Still under the spell, retrieved the coat, boots and hat, climbed into the saddle, but spurred his horse into a gallop wildly, to the small building where they were guests. He would tell his father that he had found the woman of his dreams, whom he married, and behold, who would have thought that would make him fall in love with a peasant!

***

had returned home, almost running. The initial fear, for the ways of the foreigner and his strange clothes, had vanished completely: the questions remained, but were open on the future holds. If everything had to change the day of her sixteenth birthday, well it was true! He had to say to his aunts!

Lelouch opened his front door. Everything was quiet and dimly lit, except for a wonderful cake, with candles lit. A long dress with blue chair.

- Zie?

- Happy Birthday!

came out of a corner. He embraced them one by one, thanks. He watched the dress, she thought it would be impossible to wear outside the house: you'd all be ruined. Then for what purpose they had sewn in that way? Before moving to rude, said:

- It's so nice.

Aunt Shirley shook his head, piped emotion:

- Nothing is ever good enough for you, our baby.

Milly nodded vigorously, shaking Shirley. Zia Cera, calm, gave him one of those looks that forced her to listen to him.

- Now be careful. The time has come ...

was one of the usual breaks aunt Cera.

Lelouch could not hold as well: he smiled embarrassed, shy in having to express the great joy he felt. He ignored the usual things, "interrupted Aunt Cera and said

- a wonderful thing happened to me. You were right now everything is changed ...

He put his hands over his heart as to contain the heart, crazy in my chest.

- What, Lulu? - Asked curious aunt Shirley.

- I met him.

The three aunts rushed rapid glances.

- WHO? - Shortness of breath he asked Aunt Milly.

- He ... the person that dream often.

Cera thought that finally the projection of the true I had manifested in the day that Lelouch was going back to being what it was.

Shirley beautiful as it was feared that some stranger had hurt him.

Milly knew that he loved.

Before either of them could even breathe again, Lelouch took Shirley to the wrists, and got to dance, singing, drives like a regular prince would do with his lady. Shirley did not dare to complain, Milly laughed amused, Cera is huffed and called the order with a shrug of the imperious hand.

Lelouch Shirley kissed on the cheek and moves to embrace the other two.

Cera stopped him.

- Okay, this will help you understand what I'm about to reveal, Lelouch.

Lelouch stood petrified. Something was wrong. And why had called him that? A vague presentiment took root, and the smile disappeared from his face.


Meanwhile someone listening at the door.

A pale wisteria-haired boy with blue eyes and gentle care. Kanon was the most faithful servant to the King of the Fairies. For sixteen years his master had sent trolls and orcs in search of the missing child from the cradle to the real in vain. Throughout the kingdom were sieved. Finally Schneizel had sent the most dear to his heart, his most trusted, that the curse was not frustrated.

Kanon had blind faith in the ability of their lord. If you had to pay himself as unworthy instrument so that it took place, was more than honored: he was happy. So he wandered through the forest, until he saw the girl and the alien prince dancing barefoot on the shore of the pond, in the shadows kind of wood.

Quanta grace, how sweet, rising in love. He had been watching them for their beauty, then the question had become suspicious, supported by a vague reminiscence, who could not identify: somehow, he had seen the girl.

So he had followed in the wood, to the little house.

listened carefully to the voice of the woman dressed in red, and made no effort to recognize the Fairy Wax, having sixteen years before the night of the banquet. Like the other two. The third, the girl with long hair blacks, was the Prince Lelouch. The human being chased by a curse that, within hours, he would have sunk into darkness.

saw him oppose. Clinch, sharp. He felt his voice crack. Rebelled. She came to know of a prince, and struggling, as a prey delivered to an inevitable fate. He did not care at all the lies, humiliation, or the curse itself. No.

was in despair because they had to leave the house, and he would not find anyone. Lelouch did not even know who was the stranger of the forest.

Fairies were adamant: they would leave the house in the woods, they were going to go to the palace still in women's clothes, then return to their own, the real ones in the room princely, and at the celebrations after midnight, on his return. They believed

those really stupid to have done?

Kanon turned into a raven, flew rapidly from their lord.