C.C. was sitting in the living room watching TV when Lelouch walked out of his bedroom looking exhausted. "You look exhausted," C.C. commented.

"I had another one of those stupid dreams. They always make me feel like I barely slept at all," Lelouch grumbled.

"Oh? What was it about?"

"I got a letter telling me I had been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Apparently, I had magical abilities, and they were going to teach me how to use them," he said.

"Sounds interesting."

"You would think, but no. Turns out wizard schools are almost as boring as regular schools. It seems like my dreams are becoming as boring as my real life," he said with a sigh.

"Then perhaps you should find a hobby," she suggested.

"You really think I haven't thought of that? There's not much to do in this town. What could possibly keep me entertained?" he questioned.

"I don't know. I'm sure you can think of something, aren't you supposed to be a genius?" she asked dryly. Lelouch gave her an annoyed frown but said nothing. The truth was, he had tried to find ways to entertain himself. He didn't mind reading books or watching movies occasionally but that only alleviated his boredom for very brief periods of time. He couldn't do anything that could bring too much attention to him or people would discover that he was alive. After several minutes of pondering, he had an idea.

"I could try writing," he said.

"What would you write about?" C.C. asked.

"Maybe I could write a journal about the events of my past, like the Black Rebellion. If I'm to live forever, it wouldn't hurt to keep a record to remind me of my history."

"Hmm, an interesting idea. I'll admit that much of my past has become a blur. But then again, most of it I don't want to remember. Are you sure you want to remember yours?" she questioned.

"Yes. I don't want to forget the people I've lost. No matter how painful my past, it's why I became the man I am today," he said.

"I see. Perhaps the same it true of me..." she said thoughtfully. After a few minutes of watching TV, Lelouch left for work. When he came back, he went straight to his room and retrieved a notebook and pen.

Where should I begin? he wondered as he stared at the blank page. I guess I should start at the very beginning. And so he did. He wrote about the happy times spent with his mother and Nunnally. He wrote about their mother's death and the effect it had on them both. He continued to write almost all evening. By the time he decided to stop and eat supper, he had already reached the point of his capture at the hands of Suzaku, and how Emperor Charles had erased his memories. If I had kept a journal back then I may have discovered the truth sooner he thought.

"So how has your writing been going?" C.C. asked.

"It's gone well. Unfortunately, I'll probably finish it in just another day or two," he said.

"You could start writing about your daily life," she suggested.

"But what would there be to write about?" he questioned with a sigh. C.C. shrugged. Just as he said, he finished writing about the Black Rebellion and the Zero Requiem in only a few days. The next day he wrote about the pranks he played on his friends and the strange dreams he had. One evening, after coming back home from work, he read through the entire journal. C.C. walked into his room shortly after he had finished reading through the journal.

"The pizza is here," she said. Lelouch stared at his journal in silence. "Is something wrong?"

"Not exactly. I've been thinking," he replied.

"About what?" she asked.

"Reading this made me realize something. Although the days of the Black Rebellion were certainly more exciting than current times, those times weren't always enjoyable. I lost people I cared about and I did a lot of things I regret. Living in this town may be boring, but it's also the most at peace I've been since Nunnally and I were children still living with our mother," he explained.

"I see. I also have been happier than I've been in a very long time just living here with you," she said.

"I feel the same. I just didn't realize it until now," he admitted.

"Does this mean you'll stop complaining about being bored?" she questioned with a small smile.

"Yes, at least for a while. But this peace won't last forever. And I'll ready for whatever comes next," he said with a smirk.

"Yes, but for now, let's not let the pizza get cold," she responded.


AN: That's the end. Sorry about how short the end is, but I've been wanting to wrap this fic up and I finally decided how I wanted to do it. If you enjoyed this fic, please leave a review:)

Also, I recently finished writing my first original story. It's a horror choose your own adventure type. I've put a link to it on my profile for anyone that's interested in reading it.