Hi, again! Hunter here! I CAN NOT BELIEVE HOW TERRIBLE I DID LAST CHAPTER! I changed the tense from past to present right at the beginning! I was even known for being the grammar freak at my old school! This is ruining my image. Oh well, I tried.

I decided that Suzaku is going to live in a REALLY nice place because of the money he makes as a pilot, but it will be EXTREMELY secluded since there's still discrimination! Yay...

This chapter might be kind of slow because Lelouch is just going to be getting accustomed to a (somewhat) normal life, but this is the chapter you've been waiting for! IT'S FINALLY SUZALULU!

~Hunter

Gino POV

"A slave?" Cornelia asks.

I kneel down on one knee before Princess Euphemia, Princess Cornelia, Prince Clovis, and Prince Schneizel, who are all sitting on their thrones. Only one remains empty, which is the throne of Princess Nunnally.

"Yes, Your Highness. We found him in the car of the trafficking agent," I answer.

"What did he look like?" Euphemia asks.

"It was a boy around my age with black hair," I describe the boy back in the Ghetto.

"Where is he now?"

"He's with Suzaku at his house. Naturally, he was exhausted out of his mind," I explain. Anya merely nods beside me as Schneizel looks down at us with a hard gaze.

"What do you want us to do with him?" I ask cautiously.

That is when Princess Nunnally suddenly walks in the room. Everyone turns to look at her as she speaks up with a hopeful voice. "You said black hair, right?"

"Yes, Your Highness," Anya answers for me.

Her eyes brighten and she smiles, looking up at her siblings with excitement. "Don't you remember who had black hair?" she asks.

They all seem to think, silence filling the room and serious looks on their faces as they search their memory for someone they knew with black hair. Clovis suddenly gasps and stand up out of his large chair.

"Lelouch!" he shouts.

All of the royal family's eyes widen. I, not knowing who they are talking about, speak up. "Is Lelouch skinny with pale skin and purple eyes?"

"Yes!" Euphemia shrieks.

All of their faces light up with smiles. I raise an eyebrow but keep silent for my own sake. They'll explain later.

"Our brother is alive!" Cornelia exclaims.

Well, that explains it.

"We don't know that yet. Lelouch has been gone for 11 years," Schneizel says, keeping a straight face but eyes sparkling with hope. "We'll just wait until the boy comes to, then have Suzaku bring him here," he finishes, looking to me.

"Yes, Your Highness," I say. "But he might be a little skittish. He was a slave, after all. Might not be used to human contact."

"You may be right. Dismissed," Schneizel says with a wave of his hand.

We nod and walk out, the guards opening the door for us. Anya looks up at me when we get outside. "How long do you think it will be?"

"Until he wakes up? Well, to tell you the truth, I don't know. It could take a few days, it could take a few hours. It depends on how badly he was hit," I answer.

Lelouch POV

The smell of food wakes me, and I sit up with surprise. My eyes widen when I realize I'm sitting on an actual bed. I haven't slept on a bed in 11 years. Laying on my side, I run my face against the soft white pillow, breathing in the smell of fresh sheets, and the smell of- ...WAIT A SECOND.

I sit upright and look to my side. Standing there is the boy from yesterday, making food. I blush as I realize he's wearing nothing but a white apron and boxers. You'd think I'd be used to seeing people naked by now! He turns to me and smiles, shutting off the stove as he does. My face grows even hotter as he approaches me. I pull the blankets up to my nose as he bends down and puts his hands on his knees, his face not to far from mine.

"Good morning, Lelouch," he says softly. "Are you hungry?"

I stay silent, but eventually nod. He walks back over to the stove where he takes the pan off and pours some scrambled eggs into a bowl. Then he picks that and something else up and walks over to the round table in the middle of the large living room. Actually, everything in this house is pretty large- the TV, the chandelier- everything!

I suddenly remember what his name is. I think he said Suzaku before, so I call it out.

"Suzaku?" I ask quietly.

He turns around, smiling. "Yes?"

"Um, what are you doing?"

"Making breakfast, of course!" he exclaims.

I tilt my head in confusion and raise an eyebrow. "Breakfast? I always thought it was called feeding time. And that it was right in the middle of the day."

Suzaku's face darkens and grows dark. He takes his hands off his knees and kneels down instead, narrowing his eyes at me. I shrink away, beginning involuntarily shake with fear. Immediately his expression changes to one of worry.

"Lelouch. What happened to you?" he asks softly.

I can feel my eyes widen with fear and I scramble backwards away from him, my back soon bumping into the wall. Suzaku sighs and stands up, his face becoming happy once again. I relax as he holds out a hand. I take it and he gently pulls me up. Stumbling a little, I almost fall onto the floor, but Suzaku grabs me before I can. Then I realize I'm still in the same clothes as yesterday.

"You really should change those clothes. I ran a bath for you, and there's clean clothes in the closet. They might be a little big though," he explains.

I take a second to wait for him to realize. It's obvious he gets it when he sighs. Yeah. I have no idea how to wash myself! Yay. This is going to be awkward... for me, at least. Suzaku follows me as I shakily make my way to the, again, large white bathroom, catching me when I trip. It smells of soap and other cleaning things that I have not smelled in, again, 11 years. I glare at him and he holds up his hands like I'm pointing a gun at him. Then he waits around the corner as I undress from my dirty and bloody clothes.

I wince as the fabric rubs against the still raw wounds on my back, chest, and stomach. I throw my clothes on the floor, turn my back to the bath, and look back to Suzaku. "Come in," I mumble.

He walks in the room and with an amused smile on his face and a hand over his eyes. "Just get into the bath," he laughs. I slowly lower my legs into the water, trying to keep my wounds from bleeding. But they do, and stain the water a deep red. I yelp in surprise. Suzaku takes the hand off his face and laughs.

"Now what's the proble-"

He stops mid-sentence when he sees me up to my neck in red water. His eyes widen and he rushes over. "Lelouch?! Are you okay?!"

"Yeah," I answer, my voice straining from the stinging of my body.

His eyes narrow. "Get up," he orders softly.

I shake my head.. "No. I'm fine." I obviously am not.

"Lelouch..." he says with a warning tone.

In response I narrow my eyes and sink lower into the water.

"I guess I have no choice then," he sighs. Suddenly he grabs my arm under the water and pulls me up. I shriek and pull my hand away, but I'm already standing up to my waist in the deep water. Suzaku gasps and backs away at the sight of all the gashes covering my body from my hips to my neck, a hand coming up to cover his mouth in shock. Then his face hardens into an expression of anger. He rushes forward and shoves his face into mine.

"Who did this to you?" he demands, determination sparkling in his eyes. I shrug and look away, my eyes showing no emotion. Suzaku backs off a little and I sit back down in the water.

"I'll be back. I have to get some medicine to clean your wounds," he says, backing out of the room.

"Clean my wounds?" I think in confusion. "Usually they just let them sit and scab over."

Suzaku comes running back with a white bottle and some bandages. He sets the bandages down next to him as he kneels at the edge of the tub.

"This is alcohol," he explains. "It'll keep your wounds from getting infected. Let me see your back."

I narrow my eyes, cross my arms over my chest, and shake my head. Suzaku laughs and forcefully turns me around. I yelp a little at the sudden movement.

"This is going to hurt," Suzaku warns.

Before can say anything, he pours alcohol down my back. I shriek in pain but Suzaku keeps a hand pressed down on my shoulder, preventing me from moving. He moves the bottle to make a circle around my neck, pouring it down on my chest as well. I whimper and squirm but don't put up any more fight. When he's finally done, he sighs.

"Done," he says with relief.

I whimper and sink into the water. Suzaku laughs and ruffles my hair. "Oh, Lulu."

"LULU?!" I think, glaring at him.

"It wasn't that bad! Now," he stands up. "Let's get you out of there."

I yelp once again as he gently pulls me out of the water by my under-arms. He sets me down on he edge of the bath and drains it, then walks over behind me. Hearing the sound of the bandaged unwrapping, I tense. Suzaku laughs and tears some of them off. He presses his well toned- completely normal chest to my back as he reaches around my body to wrap bandages around my stomach. My face reddens and I look down as he wraps them around my whole upper-body. When he's done, he ties it to keep them in place and stands up.

"Come out when you're ready. We're having scrambled eggs and pancakes," he tells me, walking out of the room. A memory strikes me at the mention of pancakes.

"I remember those! Mother used to make them for us before she..."

I grit my teeth and get up to put my clothes on. Afterwards, I walk out to where Suzaku is sitting. He beams at me with cheeks puffed up with food. I sigh and sweatdrop.

"How did I get myself involved with this idiot?"