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For her, this was a love game. Nothing more, nothing less.

For someone who had lived as long as she had, love was nothing but meaningless. Maybe because of the Geass she had long ago that made anyone who looked her in the eye fall in love with her right on the spot. Or maybe because all those men whom she truly loved had all passed away with time, leaving her behind. Or perhaps she was a witch who easily got bored. She never stuck with a Geass user long enough; she left when she saw there was no future in their contract. For instance, Mao. Or even if there were a future, they would manage to get themselves killed before fulfilling the contract. With her endless existence where consequences didn't matter, she just wanted to have fun. Specifically, she wanted to have fun with love, a thing deemed sacred by countless people but her. After all, love, like everyone she'd met, would vanish with time. Time would take everything away from her, so she should have fun while it lasted, right?

000

"Shut up!" he shouted. Then all of a sudden, he sprang from his seat by the window, leaped at her and pushed her down onto the bed. Hard.

Bright, cold and fathomless golden orbs met equally bright, crazed and hurt violet orbs indifferently.

"Are you going to hit me now, boy?" she said evenly. Her eyes never once wavered and averted from his.

Lelouch gritted his teeth and gripped her shoulders tighter to the point she could feel his nails dig through the fabric and into her skin, but she made no comment.

"I know you probably feel guilty about what happened to her father. But this is war, Lelouch. It's not some game of a child or a chess game. So man up and face reality." Even though C.C. hadn't raised her voice once but her tone was so authoritative and determined and real that it instantly snapped him out of his reverie, enough for him to loosen his hold and realize what he had done.

Well, what truly made him realize what he'd done was this.

Due to his weight on her being lifted, C.C. picked herself up from the bed and sealed his lips with her rosy ones. It only lasted for less than five seconds. She then fell back onto the bed, taking in the bizarre look on the handsome exiled prince's face, and what mirrored in her own golden orbs was nonchalance.

"This is a game, Lelouch," she said, smirking. "If you don't play properly, you'll lose." Then, she cocked her head to one side and raised an eyebrow. "Though I would never expect you to taste like strawberry. Lelouch, what kind of chapstick do you use?"

After the flustered raven-haired teen threw a fuss over her question, along with her action and contradiction, and went (almost sprinted) to the bathroom, C.C. rolled over on the bed, grabbed her Cheese-kun and hugged it close to her chest, letting her chin rest on its fluffy head and closing her eyes.

000

"Hey Lelouch."

No answer.

"Lelouch."

Still nothing.

She breathed out a sigh, reached behind her to search for that unused pillow, found it, picked it up and threw it at the dark figure on the ground.

A relatively loud grumble was then heard, and what quickly followed was, "What?"

"How's the futon feel?" she asked in the darkness of his bedroom, in that usual monotone of hers.

He grumbled again and mumbled something, and the sound of the disturbed blankets must have implied that he was turning away from her. Then silence.

"Lelouch."

Not even a breath was audible this time.

"Lelouch vi Britannia."

"Lelouch Lamperouge. Don't ever call me by that disgraceful last name again." His tone of voice was harsh. Way too harsh for someone who was half asleep a minute before.

"Well, I have your attention now, don't I?" said C.C. idly as her eyes pierced his back intensely, as if it were merely her beloved pizza on which she could ever lay a hand.

A sigh escaped his lips. "What do you want, witch?" he asked. His voice was partially muffled by the thick blankets he had wrapped around him to keep away the cold and the heat in.

"I want you to come up here."

Due to the shuffling of the blankets and comforter, he must have turned around to face her again. A minute passed, then he surprised her by a light chuckle. "Why now? Isn't it your rule that boys sleep on the floor?"

"It is," she said, slightly annoyed. "But I can't go back to sleep."

"Is that so?"

"I just had a nightmare, boy."

Another minute went by, and all was silent. Then she heard some sounds on the floor. By now, her eyes had already adjusted to the dark so she could spot Lelouch, and see him get up from his futon, make his way to the bed. She scooted back to give him some room.

Lelouch got in neatly under the two layers of blankets, stretched out his left arm, coaxing her to move in, and she did. She put her head on his shoulder and one hand rested on his chest. As for his part, Lelouch wrapped his arm around her protectively while the other hand lay gently atop hers.

"Go to sleep," he whispered into her apple-scented soft and thick lime locks. C.C. snuggled in close and a small, satisfactory smile crossed her face. Now, she could go back to a wonderful dreamland in which only pizza resided. Now, he got to temporarily cure his back pain by sleeping properly on a bed and not the floor.

000

"What's that?" C.C. asked as he came into the room carrying a relatively small box with red ribbons wrapped around it and a bow of same color decorated its top.

Lelouch closed the door behind him, and walked toward the bed on which the timeless witch was relaxing.

"Don't you know what day today is?" he asked while sitting down at the edge of the bed. When she stared at him blankly, he sighed. "It's Valentine's Day."

"Oh? Is that from Shirley, then?" she queried tauntingly, already knowing the answer to the question. Out of all of his friends, Shirley was the most infatuated with him, apparently.

"Yes," answered Lelouch as he tore open the wrapping papers and opened the box, revealing a beautiful heart shaped dark chocolate.

He broke it in two. Gave her the other half.

"Happy Valentine's, C.C."

She took the piece, nibbled it and smirked. "Same to you, boy."

000

C.C. was lounging on a comfortable couch and munching on a slice of cheese pizza with eyes glued to the TV screen when he walked into the Black Knight's headquarters, still in his Zero's outfit and its mask nested in the crook of his elbow.

He glanced at her once, eyes arrowed at the mess surrounding her, heaved a small yet too familiar sigh, and walked on.

C.C.'s golden orbs followed his every movement and stopped when he did. Lelouch put the mask down on his desk on which papers and pens and pencils and maps strewed about. So much for an organizing trait. He then flopped down onto the swiveling chair, uttering another sigh in the process, and propped his chin on the knuckles of his slightly curled fingers as his eyes moved down to focus on the pile of mess around him. And he called her a messy witch? Please.

She stood up, ambled toward him clad in only her usual white garments, and he was too engaged in his work to notice anything else. And C.C. took that opportunity.

She got behind him as silently as a ghostly cat. Then, reaching out her slender arms, she wrapped them around his neck. He didn't budge. Eyes still on the paper, a report of some sort to be specific, and a pen was moving in his right hand. C.C. leaned down closer to one side of his face and brushed her lips on his ear. The pen was still moving, though slower this time. Next, she kissed his cheek, and the hand became immobile almost immediately. C.C. tightened her hold around his shoulders and bit down gently on his ear, and a smirk danced across her lips when she felt his body tense up under her touch.

A light laugh escaped her before she pushed back and ruffled his soft raven locks. "Just kidding," she said, then walked back to her former spot on the sofa with hands clasped behind her whilst whistling an unfamiliar tune.

For her, this was nothing but a game.

A love game. Nothing more and nothing less.

Until that day.

A/N: In case any of you are a bit confused about the layout of this chapter, the four short parts are just instances in which C.C. is playing and having fun with love. This chapter is about her point of view, and the next will be about that of Lelouch, and of course the last chapter will be the conclusion.

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