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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.