(Yes, OCs. Yes, another genius type. Yes, I'm fairly unoriginal. But it'll be good, I swear. Updates... Whenever. Depends on the reaction and how I feel about it.

As well, comments are welcome, constructive criticism is encouraged, and praise is obligatory. :P

Anyway, welcome to the show. Time to introduce our protagonists. Fairly short, as this is just a prologue. Enjoy.)

"And you swear to me that this thing, this power, is legitimate?"

Twilight covered the landscape as, on the outskirts of the Shinjuku ghetto, a pair spoke. One of the two, clearly the taller, was barely discernable through the light as a male, somewhat slim in build, with hands buried deeply into pockets. His dress consisted of a thick, fully zipped, black jacket that easily altered his perceived size, and simple cargo jeans, baggy in nature. On his nose rested a pair of polarized glasses, now transparent as the sun took its leave. His hair, a dark, curly mess, covered his head, shielding his eyes from the sky and his ears from the air.

"So long as you uphold your own end of the bargain. I'd hate to be bored."

The latter voice, far more feminine in nature than the first, addressed again the boy. Her build, while perhaps not slim, was nonetheless attractive, her curves speaking of her ability to seduce far more than any words she could utter. Her eyes, mischievous and even a little detached from the world, shone blue, something that went extremely well with her own back-length crystaline colored hair. Whatever she wore was concealed by a long coat, no doubt used to shield her from the unnatural chill that seemed to permeate the night's air.

"But, shouldn't this be impossible, this Geass?"

Skepticism, perhaps even hope, sounded in this teen's mind. If what she was offering him was real, then it left little doubt as to Zero's method of coercing Lord Jeremiah Gottweld. Zero was no miracle, but the product thereof.

"It should. It isn't."

The girl's demeanor showed as she answered his question with not much more than the wave of a hand. Her petite nose wrinkled suddenly, looking almost offended at the grotesque smells surrounding her. The Shinjuku ghetto perhaps hadn't been the best place to call her chosen item.

Silence suddenly accompanied the cold in the night air, the only faded sounds coming from Knightmares far off in the distance. Thoughts were, no doubt, rushing in and out of the boy's mind.

"Why choose me?"

"You seem interesting enough." She answered quickly, no doubt expecting the question at some point in time. "And I trust that you won't let that interest wane, now that you have such an ability."

"I'm... Interesting?" He seemed confused. Shouldn't such a great power as this be used for more than amusement?

"But of course. I'd assumed that was a compliment. Was I mistaken?"

"No, no, it's just..." A genuine worry seemd to enter the boy's eyes, discernable even through the smothering darkness that now overcame the sun's final efforts at day. If a being who could grant such a thing had the only requirement as 'being interesting', her view on man and perhaps even life itself would likely be put far out of a healthy perspective. Still, this offer intrigued him, despite its inherent dangers. For once words escaped him as he attempted to pierce the armor of her mind. The only things he could ascertain were that, one, she was infinitely bored. It's likely she had high standards for entertainment, and the current Zero incident had left her wanting.

Two, and perhaps most interestingly, she appeared to have some similar mannerisms to those of Britannian nobility. She herself, however, bore no mark nor resemblence to any that he could immediately draw to mind. She had presented no family seal, crest, or anything to distinguish her from the masses, and, yet, if she were attempting to hide her noble roots, she would have likely at least attempted to act more as a commoner. Nonetheless, the most logical conclusion the teen could assume was that she was an, albeit eccentric, noble.

"Well, perhaps I am interesting, but you're not exactly average yourself. Dyed hair, this pow-"

"It's not dyed."

He paused, and, despite his best efforts at establishing a persona of confidence, he faltered with a roll of the eyes. The muttered words, "Of course..." sarcastically slipped through the bars of his tongue.

"This power, too, of course. Plus your name; O.O., was it? All of this I, personally, would consider interesting..."

"But you're not really interested in that. You only want to know me to prove to yourself that you can crack me; to understand me. Believe me, I've watched you. I know what you're capable of, why you're capable of it, and why you desire to be capable of it.."

He blinked, his attempts at a persona now totally abandoned. She had seen through him, and she had done it before he'd even established to himself the necessity. There was another short pause as the boy contemplated his next move, however, that was shortly interrupted by a rather loud yawn emanating from the girls mouth, and a casual flick of the wrist to check the time.

"Well, I believe we've spoken enough. Is it a deal?"

Cursing and praising her insight simultaneously, the teen shook his head in disgust at both himself and her casual approach. The call to power, however, was far too tempting to ignore, and calls like this tended not to leave messages. "Very well. I, Richilieu Marquis LeDieu, accept your Geass."

For the first time that evening, a genuine smile passed over her lips. "Very well. Don't forget your end of the bargain." She giggled, and spun around on a heel. Now that she had reason to laugh, she did. At last, fun would begin again!

Her trot began in the exact opposite direction from what she'd been facing, even her nose loosening up and ignoring the stench as the euphoria of expectation filled her senses.

"I'm counting on you, Mr. Noble God."