6 「Mornin' Cheese-Kun!」

Graham's eyes slowly opened, his neck ached and his arms felt heavy. Well, he was sleeping on them. At the very end of the bed, he was face, down, his forehead pressed against the comforter. One of his legs lazily hanging off the edge, while his arms had been tucked against his chest.

He gave a light groan as he felt Cera's dainty feet prod at his face. Without the knowledge that he was on the edge, he rolled off to avoid, and crashed to the ground.

Laying on his back, the neck pain had become a headache and he grumbled inaudibly in response to the sensation. "I hate morning..." He muttered quietly to himself as he would drag himself up the side of the bed until he could get on his own two feet.

His sense of sight adjusted to the light in the room as he used his thumb to cleanse the crust from his eyes. His hazel eyes were vibrant today, being the most dominant feature next to his ash brown hair and dark thick brows.

Resting his gaze on the sleeping Cera, he smirked a bit. She was known as CC or C2 by other people, mainly just those whom had ever been affiliated with her in the past. Yet, she knew her true name.

It was something he felt was special, even though she never told him it at all. Originally it had even took Lelouch a while to find out what her name was. It took her talking in her sleep for him to learn it.

Seeing her curled up in the center of the bed, his eyes traced her legs, throughout her torso and to her sleeping face. He could hear the quiet murmurs leaving her lips.

"Cera," he'd whisper tenderly in her ear which immediately made her eyes pop open, nearly head butting him in the face as she moved to sit up on the bed.

"Huh!? Uh... Oh." She blinked a few times as she looked at the man at the edge of the bed, holding cheese-kun in her arms as she did so. "It's just you..." Her surprise subtly vanished from her face and she wore an awkward smile.

"Good morning to you too," Graham winced from the pain in the back of his head as he rubbed the back of his neck, all natural like.

Cera's eyes glanced over towards the box of pizza which had a single slice left. It was on the dresser, but it was oh so far away. She seemed to whimper quietly to herself, indicating that she didn't feel like moving to get to it.

Graham had seen this almost immediately and rolled his eyes. Standing up straight, he walked over to the box and fetched it. Walking over to her, as if proposing to her, he knelt down and held the mouth of the box open.

Grinning down at him, Cera reached out and as if grasping a glass slipper in her hands, brought to pizza to her mouth. The taste of cheese and the toppings made her squee in bliss as she ate her morning meal.

Leftovers from dinner, which had been left out overnight.

The food wasn't bad. It would take longer for it to go bad, so it seemed to have just tasted a bit different. The cheese had gotten harder, but the toppings remained relatively the same, other than the crush becoming a little stale and stiff like heavy duty cardboard that got a bit soggy from the rain.

Graham's gaze moved over towards the container which once held his fries, but it was completely empty. He let out a soft sigh and shook his head, wishing he still had some leftovers of his own.

That wasn't going to happen though, he was somewhat of a glutton. When there was food, he typically ate everything on his plate before moving on. He could go through several plates when it came to going to a buffet.

Walking into the bathroom, he would brush his teeth before taking an advil for the pain. Within thirty minutes, the pain began to subside with ease and he was able to function a bit more properly.

Walking over to his dresser, he took a sealed can of roasted sunflower kernels. He broke the seal and poured a handful, before popping them into his mouth and lazily chewing. Engulfed by the flavor, he moved it around his mouth until he had munched it into a paste and began to swallow bit by bit.

When he was done, he picked his teeth with his tongue and pulled his clothes off from yesterday and put on a fresh uniform from his closet. He paused however as he narrowed his sights on Cera who was slipping an academy student uniform over her plain undergarments. "You know, if they're still looking for you, it'd be a good idea to change more than just your attire." He gestured to her standing out hair color which was a pastel green with long locks of luscious hair.

"Oh? And what do you suggest?" She responded with a question, though her tone sounded rather dismissive, as if she wasn't going to bother following his suggestions.

Her face however was still oddly flushed from the surprise of her name being whispered into her ear in such a tender manner. It hadn't been something she was expecting, at least from him. Of all people who knew her wish, why would he bother getting close to her?

"Your hair is thick and textured like silk. I think it'd be best to have a layered bob. You could probably dye it blue, or put some black at the roots," he shrugged as he suggested something more modern for a teenager.

Though it was more common for artists and expressive people to dye their hair in that manner, when she tried to imagine what she'd look like, she didn't have anything bad to say about it.

"I'll think about," Cera shrugged at his suggestion, despite what she was thinking, she physically gave little to no hint of actually considering his proposal to change her appearance. Though it was quite obvious that being recaptured by Britannian forces was the last thing she needed.

"Then don't leave the room, until you come up with a proper disguise," he figured since she lived for a few centuries she would have no problem following a simple and logical request.

With that he would put a satchel over his shoulder, put his phone and wallet back in his pockets. Then took a handkerchief which was on his bookshelf above his bed, inside of a book, that had his birth name embroidered on it in Katakana.

He stared at it for a few moments before letting out a light sigh. Apparently it belonged to his birth mother of this reality. Though he had memories of his past life in regards to family, he had no knowledge of who his parents in this world actually were.

Stuffing it into his uniform's coat pocket, he made his way out of the dorm, leaving Cera behind.

...

Later, he approached right side door to the student council chambers and opened the door just as Shirley was yelling at Milly, the Council President, for being a pervert. He had barely stepped into the room, only his indifferent expression visible from the end of the table.

Having heard the door open, Lelouch snickered seeing Graham walk into the room and look at everyone present. However instead of walking over to a seat and taking in some chatter. He pulled a complete three-sixty and walked out the left door of the council chambers.

Shirley frowned seeing him skip out on his duties again. "Oi... Milly! Lulu, why'd you have him join if he's going to be so unsociable?! He purposely scares and mess with Nina for heaven's sake."

Milly laughed to herself, "He just likes Nina," she made a completely incorrect assumption.

Nina fidgeted slightly hearing this and looked over at the President. There was a lot going on in this young girl's head. The thoughts were so clumped together. Between seeing Ashford as a egocentric loser and a friend, it was annoying when she tried to whole match making business.

Yet Nina managed to wear a meek smile, hiding her thoughts, stuffing them into the back of her head. Little harmless, scared, Nina. That was her.

...

Sometime after leaving the student council room, Graham watched from around a corner as Lelouch entered the classroom. He had witnessed the pause when Kallen had been seen. He could tell Lelouch finally realized who the girl was from the terrorist jacked trailer.

Graham entered the classroom seconds later, his lips were conquered by a lofty smile. His green eyes centered on the girl with pink hair which clearly looked combed out compared to her look the day before.

Personally he liked how she was right now, mellow and just spacy. The girls were chattering, gathered around her desk.

He simply approached them, barely noticed until he too was leaning against her desk with his fingers tucked against his palms. "Hey Kallen," the two had met once before during the previous term.

"Hi, uh..." Kallen seemed to have completely forgotten his name.

"Graham, Zacharia Graham," He introduced himself as he placed a hand against his sternum in order to gesture to himself. "Pleasure to see you again. Hm." He made a thoughtful expression as he pursed his lips forward.

Some of the girls began to giggle seeing him talking to her. One of them was even squealing, thinking he was going to as Kallen out. They weren't wrong.

"You have lunch plans?" He asked curiously with his head tilted to the side curiously.

Kallen looked over at the other girls, before returning her gaze upon Graham, curious. She could tell he was in some way Japanese from his physical appearance. Though he carried a foreigner's name. Could it be that he was just like her? Was that the reason he approached her?

Rivalz raised a brow. He had just got done teasing his friend Lelouch about having interest in the rich girl in the row in front of them. "Seems like someone's getting ahead of you, Hoho."

"I told you, it's not like that. You're misconception is misplaced." Lelouch defend himself, "I'm only interested in the rare circumstances." His eyes gazed over his friend who was talking with Kallen, even went as far as asking her out on a lunch date in the courtyard.

"This should be interesting..."