Part Ten: Invitation

“Lelouch and I are going to go out.” Both parents looked up to where the two were sitting together on the sofa. Stuck close together, they innocently blinked at the adults. Euphemia glanced towards her husband, who continued to play with the cat, before smiling at the children. “Okay. Just don’t stay out too late.”…

Part Nine: 20 Questions

“Bye, C.C. Have a nice day at school.” With a wave of her hand, she rushed outside. Cradling a cup of coffee, Euphemia moved closer to the window. Outside she could see a boy waiting outside. She’d never seen him around before, but her daughter was obviously familiar with him, what with the comfort and…

Part Eight: Admissions

As time passed by and they became more familiar with one another, they gradually began to meet beyond necessity. Even on days she didn’t have to work, he began to take her home, or, as it was more often, went elsewhere after school together until Milly had been completely liberated of taking her not only…

Part Seven: Everything

He tucked a finger into the thin strip of fabric spanning across the side of her hips before running his hands down her soft, supple thighs. She leaned forward, her cheeks sunk in as she sucked. He watched, mesmerized, as she loosely wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her back to blow white…

Part Six: Company

“You live alone?” “Yeah.” Unlocking the door, he stepped aside to let her in first. Closing the door after them, he slipped his shoes off before hanging his keys on the hook by the door. “My father’s English, and my parents moved to London a couple years back. I decided to stay, so I live…

Part Five: Starvation

They had reached a sort of wordless agreement: whenever she had work, he would give her a ride and as payment, drank some tea. He never stayed for long, but C.C. worked often enough that Cindy finally got the hang of saying his name and he started a tab. Of course, it didn’t really mean…

Part Four: Cindy

“Do you want something to drink?” “I’m fine.” “Come inside and have something.” She put her hands over the keys to the bike. “Even a glass of water.” When she realized the strange look she was getting, she pursed her lips. Crossing her arms, she stiffly said, “It’s not anything like that. I just don’t…

Part Three: Fourth Period

“Well, I think he’s your type.” “What about him could possibly make you say that, when I’m standing here, saying that he’s not?” “He’s one of those… You know, fringe types. And he’s not stupid either, even if he does sleep all the time. But that only means he can go all night long, doesn’t…

Part Two: People Like You

“vi Britannia, Lelouch.” C.C. turned in her seat to glance over her shoulder at the absence of a reply. From the shadows of the classroom, a mop of black hair lay on the desk. Drawing her lips tightly together, she rolled her eyes. Always asleep; at least she had the decency to try and stay…

Part One: Amazing Grace

The air was dry and stifling as they made their way down the shaded street. Their uniforms crinkled and their medals flashed in the bright summer sun, blinding the children who stopped in their tracks and openly stared, and their mothers all of whom tried to turn them away all the while never looking at…