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[Code Geass] A dream ...

Series: Code Geass Crossover / Nightmare Before Christmas.
Pairing: Lulu + Wax.
Disclaimers: Neither Code Geass Knightmare Before Christmas nor belong to me.
Note: All for rika_dragon , happy birthday!! Inspired by the on his plan.

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There once was a smile of diamond valued more than any other, so transparent to break the ' gradient in the endless darkness, drawing from every color, even the gleaming whiteness of the full moon veiled by low fog.

Once upon a time her hair and sharper than razors.

There was the sound of his footsteps, ticking, filled with every sound that comes from the tombs. Silence like a long cloak on his shoulders, that is only the abyss in the violet eyes, like a wolf or red or blue as a realm of endless night without stars. His kingdom.

He, the ruler of Halloween.

Sure, he had his huge defects.

First, when it was something new, or proposed a plan to achieve, became deaf. He remained kind and gentle even on those occasions, but inexorable as death struck, and there was no way to divert him until there banging his head (and had to slam strong, no doubt, because he was stubborn as no ). For example, the matter of Christmas had created a lot of problems, which only his brilliant speech and his manners were exquisite remedied (since Santa Claus had come to be reconciled immediately, the Easter Bunny had to accattivarselo with a little 'more haste ... ).

Second, he did not know limits. That was certainly a positive for his role: abandoning herself to his brilliant mind, engineered terror for the whole world, pulling out from the depths of his chest with no mercy worst fears. There was nothing that could fail. He seemed immune to emotion.

So he saw his people. They loved him, eyes closed, even if they immediately gave back, where Lelouch was no longer worthy to fill the role of the Pumpkin King. Which, for his people, was impossible, and perhaps was so seriously : of course, even with the business of Christmas the confidence of his followers had failed ... However, what they saw was very different from what , who saw her , because he was the infinite in which the world of all of them sank, and his followers did not care who he was. should not even have a chi. It was the King, that was all. For her Instead ...

beginning was born as a feeling: she was different, was made of straw and rags, created by the Doctor to be his assistant. Was a failure. It was as if all the horror of the world where she had come to light had poured on her body female seams made it disturbing. But no less beautiful, no less beautiful, her long hair when the wind was free to play (and loved it, the wind, at dawn and dusk, after running all night to the forest of enchanted trees ...) . Seemed to come from another world. She did not like scare, but this was the effect that it was humans who could not look into his golden eyes ...

Eyes that he knew well.

had, him and her eyes were made for each other, as reflected, acknowledged and loved.

The first time she had seen the Halloween party had followed the coffins in the cemetery, the hill of the moon, had heard the complaints pouring into nothing more heartbreaking.

Far from the world that there is a dream ... I explain that I do not know ...

She had never imagined anything else: it was a rag doll, after all, should not have even imagined. However, as the seams on his tender skin put shiver, in spite of himself, so a of something ineffable, which remained in the most forgotten of the Pandora's box, only a fragment of the world of Halloween, a sliver of sharp tenderness was inherent in her, even without that he was aware of. So, she imagined.

Cera, almost dreaming ...

"Dreaming." So he had sung. At first, for she never slept, had appeared a strange word, as a foreigner, but had heard within himself here, that belonged to her, he knew .

And she was the only one to stand beside potergli.

Third fault: he was as intelligent as anyone, in Celebration of the Worlds, but emotions do not understand anything.

We had taken a bit ', because it seriously noticing her. It was basically a self-centered. Alone, he could never love anyone : he was not born for that, it was incompetent, was made to tear cries of terror, to freeze the blood, sitting in the shadows, smiling with that smile of diamond.

She had to make it different.

You could say with certainty that she had to make a real Pumpkin King. First, it was just too perfect a figure, a dancer who sings for the world, reaping in the night, invisible as the most desirable of the knight, evasive, the seat of the wind, relentless as the land that drinks the blood. First, it was only a king

Once upon a time the Pumpkin King. Since he found his Queen, Halloween was never the same.

became more terrifying than ever. And they were happier. Due, among them, were happy for the rest of eternity: a dream that did not need anything else to be more than real.