Forbidden

The day he found out C.C. was a forbidden fruit was the day he didn't care.

Lelouch walked into his room and began taking his jacket off. "Everything is going perfect."

"You seem to think highly of yourself, don't you Lelouch?" The airy, care-free voice of the odd woman filled the room.

He had been so caught up in his own conceited thoughts to remember the green-haired girl was there listening. "Of course. Only I could have plans work out this smoothly. With Cornelia worried about The Black Knights' attack, this leaves room for me to swoop in." What a fool the Viceroy was, believing that foolish and outlandish plot against the empire. An illusions was what it was. Was everyone so dense that they'd think he'd make his move at a time like this?

"And what about the potential traitors? Do they not worry you?" her serene voice coaxed.

"Of course not." He turned to face her, and his expression held its usual seriousness. "After all, I can have anything I want with my geass," he reminded her. He walked toward the bed she was sitting upon and continued. "Nothing is out of my reach."

"That's not true." C.C. looked toward the ceiling as if she hadn't just dealt a major blow to his pride. "Even you cannot have everything, Lelouch. There's always something unattainable."

"And what might that be?" his stern voice inquired. When she looked back at him, the coldness in her eyes hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Me."

There was a long pause until Lelouch broke it. A chuckle escaped his lips, evolving into a maniacal laughter. "You?!" he laughed even harder. He tilted his head back to let the evil cackle fill the room. His head snapped back down to look at her, his eyes wild. He walked even closer to the bed and placed a knee on it, leaning in toward the girl. His voice became serious again. "I can have anything I want," he reiterated. "You are no exception."

"Oh?" C.C. seemed unfazed by the proximity they now had. She wore a bored expression while reminding him of one key point. "Your geass won't work on me."

"Fool, I don't need that!" A crooked smirk played across his mouth and he lunged forward, pinning her down to the bed. "Why is it that you think this, C.C.?" He was curious, really. Because in his eyes, he was an all-powerful player in this world. He was Zero, the savior, the murderer, the loved, the loathed, and the face of justice.

"There is no reason. I can't think of any simpler terms to put it in besides "you can't have me", honestly."

"You're wrong!" He wasn't sure why this had angered him so much. It wasn't that he wanted her specifically…just the things he couldn't have. "I will have you, and there is nothing that can prevent that." In fact, he would have her for the rest of his life. He still had to uphold his end of the contract, and since she would outlive him…she'd be there forever.

"You remind me of Mao."

Lelouch froze, his hands which wrapped around her wrists shaking. Mao? No. He was not like Mao; he was not some crazed psychopath who was obsessed with the one who bestowed the power of geass on him. No… "Don't. Say. That," he ground out harshly. "I am not like him."

"Then move out of my way." Her stoic expression and monotonous voice taunted him, and she knew it. When she felt his grip slacken, she moved from beneath him and stood off of the bed.

Lelouch still was on all fours, staring down at the pillow in a catatonic-like state.

"Like I told you. You cannot have everything."

Author's Note: Meh, just some random oneshot I thought up. It'd be lovely if you reviewed (: