CODE GEASS
CECIL OF THE ABYSS
CHAPTER 1
The window was slightly frosted on the other side, blurring the image of the snow-covered city streets below. With each passing moment, the boy could see less and less through the window, causing him to sigh and shift his gaze around the classroom. "What a bore" he said solemnly under his breath.
He must've muttered that louder than he thought, as the teacher at the front of the classroom stopped the lesson and began to glare at him.
"Mr. Relia, can you tell the class why the Spanish Inquisition was formed?" he asked menacingly.
"The Spanish Inquisition was formed by Ferdinand II of Aragon and Isabell I of Castille in order for Catholocism to remain orthodoxy in the wake of other sects. A power play, if you will" the boy said grinning.
Defeated, the man scowled and returned to his lesson, though the boy was certain he saw him mouth the word "smartass" while rolling his eyes.
High school. No less than a glorified daycare, it seemed to the adolescent. The frost on the window subsided, allowing the boy to peer through the window once more. Paris, 2017 a.t.b. was as impressive as it was during its time of prominence a few decades ago. "A beautiful city for beautiful people" the bureaucrats often tossed around. As he looked through the glass, he caught a faint trace of his reflection. He looked rather old for a seventeen-year-old, with long, silvery hair which parted at the center of his forehead. His skin was smooth and flawless; not a blemish to be seen, and his eyes were a bright green color which had a sort of piercing effect.
Crime, though uncommon in Paris due to it having a more sophisticated air, was inevitable, especially in times such as these. Two thugs, one tall and lanky, and one shorter but more muscular, appeared on the scene. Their eyes were alive with fear and delight as the taller one pointed a handgun at a man who was attempting to cross the street. The boy observed them with a smirk on his face. "Let's see what happens" the boy thought to himself. The shorter thug mouthed something at the pedestrian, who quaked in fear. He reached into his back pocket and returned with a wallet. The taller thug said something as well, to which the terrified pedestrian nodded. He hesitantly walked to his assailants, completely and utterly powerless.
"Oh?" the boy thought to himself. Sirens blared in the distance, causing the two men to flee in the opposite direction. Before they could escape, however, a police cruiser stopped just behind them, and the officers inside it wasted no time in carving new orifices into the thugs with their bullets. "How did the police get notified? The street is deserted" the boy thought, frowning. He tilted his head back toward his teacher, who was just looking away as well and turning off his phone. The man glared at the boy once again for a brief moment.
"Why didn't you tell anyone that someone was being mugged?" he asked bitterly.
"It escaped my mind at the moment, sorry sir."
"Cecil, someone may have been seriously hurt. Other than them, I mean."
"I'm well aware."
Obviously tired of the conversation, the teacher rolled up his sleeve to check his watch. "Prepare to dismiss" he said.