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.
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.
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