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Summary: C.C. is a lazy and gluttonous girl who only cares for pizza. And Lelouch is the man that may fall for her, ahem, charms.

Green Silk and Golden Orbs

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Prologue

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All her life, C.C. lived without raising a finger. She was cared and pampered for. C.C. never worked a day in her life; everything was done for her. Her father spoiled her that way. Actually, he spoiled all his daughters. He loved them too much and he wanted to protect them from anything. They were precious to him; they were gifts sent from Heaven.

And they were gifts from his late wife; all three of them.

Indeed, they were beautiful, C.C. and her sisters. So beautiful in fact, no man ever succeeded in courting them. Their beauty was far too superior, far too intimidating even. Men feared that if they ever married one, they would run away and leave them heartbroken.

Beautiful folk were notorious for being stereotyped as 'bad'.

Like most fathers, their father wasn't too fond of the idea of his precious daughters marrying. But he had to be honest with himself, they will marry eventually. Oddly, their father hoped sooner rather than later. His precious daughters were of age and if they waited, the society they lived in would consider them 'old'.

"I have guests coming over for dinner," their father proudly declared that morning while they ate breakfast under the bright morning sky. His proclamation seemed to fall on deaf ears. "I said I am having guests over for dinner tonight."

"You left the 'tonight' part out unlike when you first said it," C.C. cheekily pointed out as she munched on some pizza, especially made for her.

Her father twitched impatiently because the smart-ass answer. "So, please, be on your best behaviour."

Kallen grunted. "You always tell us that. Why? Are you planning on setting us up again with one of the sons of your wealthy friends?"

Their father remained silent far too long. His hesitation gave them the answer they needed; the answer they knew all along.

"Dad!" Shirley whined. "You don't want us to date but you want to set us up on dates! That doesn't make any sense."

"Yes, it does!" He argued back. "I don't trust any boys I do not know. My friends' sons are very handsome, intelligent, young men. They attend the finest schools, come from a good background. I only want to give you three the best."

"It's a good thing I'm not the eldest," Kallen mumbled as her eyes fell on C.C., the eldest of the three daughters. "And it's a bad thing for those sons that C.C. is the eldest."

"Kallen!" Their father shouted, reprimanded the red-headed daughter.

C.C. looked up as she finished her fifth slice of pizza. "No man will ever be able to court me, Father..."

"Don't be too negative, C.C."

"And I won't fall in love with any of them."

Her father groaned. "Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

"We learn from the best." C.C. eyed him arrogantly, causing her father to twitch with utter irritation. "Anyway, there's no man out there for me. I need a man that will love me and pizza unconditionally."

Shirley and Kallen laughed from their respective seats. If C.C. would not marry, they wouldn't marry either. There was a strange rule within their family that no child could marry before the eldest child. Shirley and Kallen did not mind not being able to marry. They've never experienced love; it seemed like a troublesome thing to experience.

"C.C., the only man that could love you and pizza eternally is a man that owns a pizza restaurant," Shirley mused after fits of giggling. "And Dad will never let you marry a pizza chef."

Their father slammed his fist against the patio table. "You're too good for a pizza chef! There is no way in hell I am letting you marry one. So, don't even think about it."

C.C. merely shrugged. "Good luck trying to find me an appropriate suitor. I'm too difficult. Most boys eventually give up on me..."

"No, they don't," their father tried to argue lamely.

"Philip did," Kallen pointed out. "And so did Anthony and Christopher."

Shirley clapped her hands together as the names of C.C.'s suitors began to appear in her mind. "Oh and so did Ran, Desmond, Angelo, Youngwon and Lucas."

"And we cannot forget about Mao!"

"C.C. made him enter a mental hospital."

Their father waved off the handful of names his two daughters managed to recall from memory. They only remembered those suitors because they failed miserably at courting C.C. Most of them cried and wet their pants.

They were also never seen again.

"Those guys weren't right for C.C."

"But they were guys YOU introduced her to," Kallen smugly replied, earning herself a death glare from her father.

"Why aren't you two supporting me in finding your sister a spouse?" Their father asked, patience suddenly limited and at its' breaking point. "If she doesn't marry, you two won't be able to. Family rule. And don't you two want to get married?"

"Not really."

"No, I'm fine like this."

Their father face-palmed himself at his daughters' easy going nature. He only had himself to blame. He did raise them after all.

"Don't you want to get married, C.C.?"

"The only thing I want to marry is Cheese-kun," C.C. replied, monotone, as she hugged her Cheese-kun closer against her chest. "Can you ask Chef to cook me more pizza, Father?"

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Kallen tugged at the top of her blue dress. It was rather revealing, especially around her bosom. And she had the largest amoung her sisters. It was a pro and a con for her. Kallen didn't choose her dress. Shirley did since she was the only one remotely interested about the dinner.

"Why did you choose this dress?" Kallen hissed as she kept on tugging to hide at least a bit of her cleavage. "Dad is going to have a fit."

"Yes, and then he will send you to your room to change," Shirley pointed out cleverly. "At least you have an excuse to leave the party for a bit."

"What's your plan?"

"I plan to spill some fruit punch on myself."

"And C.C.?"

Shirley and Kallen looked over at their older sister, dressed in the most eye-catching red dress. Unlike Kallen, Shirley didn't choose C.C.'s dress for that evening, the maids did.

"Sorry, C.C. but you're on your own tonight," Shirley mumbled apologetically.

C.C. looked at her younger sister through the corner of her eyes. She wasn't even fazed at the fact that her two sisters had an escape route from the dinner and she didn't. She could handle herself. Her personality was one thing that may get her sent to her room. Their father wasn't a fan of rudeness.

"Don't worry, I will think of something."

Kallen eyed her older sister suspiciously. "Just don't do anything too severe. Last time you got out of the party, you pushed the Governor's wife into the pool-"

"She looked like she needed to cool down."

"It was Winter..."

"I heard diving into freezing water was good for the muscles," C.C. lamely argued; she wasn't even trying to make her point valid.

Her point could never be valid. Pushing a woman into a pool, Winter or not, was an action nobody could defend. Maybe if you were pushing her away from fire would the point be valid. But there was no fire, C.C. just wanted to head back into the house and enjoy some freshly cooked pizza.

Shirley's eyes caught the eyes of a raven haired boy with purple eyes. He was gorgeous. Actually, his only entire family was gorgeous. They looked like a royal, ethereal family that only existed in fairy-tales. Shirley couldn't help but blush as the young gentleman gave her a curt nod before turning his head, conversing with a young lady, perhaps his younger sister, in a wheelchair.

"Shirley, why are you blushing?" Kallen hissed as she saw Shirley's cheeks turn a faint colour of pink.

When Kallen laid her blue eyes on the family on the other side of the room, she understood why her older sister was flushed. Sadly, her view of the family was tarnished when a tall blonde waiter came into sight.

C.C. followed the eyes of her two younger sisters, suddenly interested at what they were gawking at. All she saw was a family with multiple coloured hair including a lankly boy that didn't look too physically fit.

"Who is that old man waving at us?" Kallen grunted as she strained her view to see the family better; the blonde waiter was still in her way.

"That's Dad..." Shirley replied, trying not to laugh as Kallen froze over her mistake. "Let's go."

"No way!" Kallen exclaimed, trying to pull her arm free of Shirley's grasp. "He's just going to do some awkward introductions. I'd rather stay out of it, thank you!"

"Even if the son is really good-looking?" Shirley accidentally found herself blurting out.

"Even if..." Kallen muttered, slightly agreeing with her embarrassed sister. "What do you think, C.C., should we go?"

C.C.'s eyes seemed to be distant. She was staring in the same direction as her two sisters but her eyes fell on something else, something round and flat with tomato sauce and cheese.

Yum, cheese.

"She's staring at pizza again," Shirley pointed out. "He is trying to lure her with pizza."

C.C. looked at them with her gold eyes, slightly fogged by the idea of pizza. "Let's go be polite and greet the guests our insane father is motioning us to."

Shirley excitedly followed her older sister as Kallen trailed behind him, defeated. Yes, she did want to meet the family, especially the young son but he would only be one of C.C.'s suitors. There was no point in meeting him, he was for her sister only; if he lasted.

"Finally, you came!" Their father exclaimed, arms out wide, "After I was politely waving at you for five minutes to come here, finally."

Shirley and Kallen winced at the bitter-sweet sarcastic tone in their father's voice. C.C. failed to notice, her eyes were on the pizza a few feet behind them.

"Girls, I would like you to meet the Lamperouge Family," their father formally announced. "This is Charles and his wife, Marianne and their children, Euphemia, Lelouch and Nunally."

The girls, not including C.C., curtsied politely before the family. "Nice to meet you."

Their father glared at C.C. when she failed to greet the guests correctly.

"Hello."

He twitched at the common greeting before continuing, a fake smile plastered on his face. "These are my daughters, Kallen and Shirley." They bowed again. "And this is my eldest daughter, C.C."

"My, my," Marianne gushed, her eyes twinkling. "They surely are beautiful. Lelouch, be a gentleman and say hello."

Taking each of their hands, he kissed the back of them softly. He lips hardly made contact. And even if they hardly did, Shirley felt her face flush with heat. Even Kallen couldn't deny that she felt her cheeks become warm for a moment.

He took C.C.'s hand lastly but before he could kiss it, she coolly slid her hand away. Lelouch looked at her with surprised purple eyes.

"I don't kiss strangers I've just met," C.C. commented, bewildering everyone there.

"C.C.!" Her father cried out, his emotions mixing around in the pit of this stomach. "You're not the one kissing his hand-"

"I don't allow myself to be kissed by a stranger," she corrected teasingly.

"I think you're the strange one here," Lelouch muttered under his breath but everyone heard nonetheless.

Charles growled at his son's comment. "Lelouch!" He pulled Lelouch away and grinned nervously at his friend. "I apologize for my son. He's not normally like this. He's just a bit grumpy."

"I apologize on my daughter's behalf-"

"Except she is always like this," Kallen whispered but failed to keep it between herself and Shirley.

As if she didn't hear her sisters' comment, C.C. spoke up, "So, you're my new suitor?"

"I beg your pardon?" Lelouch growled.

"So, you're-"

"You don't need to repeat it!"

"Why did you ask me to?"

"It was rhetorical, if you know what that means."

"A question that isn't required to be answered."

"I didn't ask for the definition..."

Charles, Marianne and C.C.'s father walked away from the bickering teenagers, somewhat proud with the sight before them. They were chuckling about it, as if it was normal to see their children bicker over nothing really.

"It looks like they were getting along quite well," Marianne commented excitedly.

Charles chuckled. "What if they end up hating one another?"

The father face-palmed himself, "No, they have to fall in love. I have no other young men in mind that could handle C.C. It's about time for her to get married. Her mother and I married at twenty-two and she's turning twenty-one in a couple of months. It needs to be Lelouch."

Knowing how his friend felt, Charles patted him sympathetically on the back. "For Lelouch as well, it has to be C.C. Euphemia plans on marrying next Spring but my family won't allow it until Lelouch marries. He is older."

That was one thing the families had in common. In their families, the eldest child had to marry first before any other child could marry. Basically, they had to marry in age order. It was old-fashioned but they valued tradition, no matter how unfair it was.

"And I am not your suitor," Lelouch argued impatiently.

"You look like all my other suitors, only physically underwhelming," C.C. pointed out. "And your fuse is a bit short."

"I don't have a short fuse," Lelouch defended himself while clearing his throat. "You're just irritating."

"It's not very polite to call a lady irritating."

"I don't see a lady around us, only a Witch."

C.C.'s red tainted lips smirked, catching Lelouch off guard. His heart even fluttered faster for a few moments.

"It takes a very odd man to court a Witch..."

"I'm not courting you!"

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