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"Sooo we're having Knightmares. At mother's birthday lunch."
"Yes. She would like that."
Nunnally stared blankly at her older brother, placing the paper that was in her hands back down on the table between them.
Lelouch looked up from his laptop and raised a fine brow, "That is alright, yes?" He asked smoothly.
"No, absolutely not!" She frowned, folding her hands across her chest.
"What- what's wrong with that? She was a Knightmare pilot; surely she'd love to be surrounded by the machine she won the heart of our father with!" He countered, standing up and pushing the chair he was seated on behind him with the force of his legs.
Nunnally shook her head, sandy brown locks bouncing about on her shoulders, "You've got it all wrong, Lelou. She would rather like a small tea party with garlands for every woman and child that attends."
Lelouch's expression faltered, and he slowly descended back on his chair, flexing his fingers out, "Well, Nunna; I'm the one planning this and what I say goes."
"Did I just hear Knightmares for Lady Marianne's luncheon?"
A melodious voice rang in the room. Lelouch suppressed a shudder, knowing full well to whom the voice belonged to.
"Big brother Clovis!" Princess Nunnally greeted, plastering a smile on her aristocratic features.
Lelouch continued typing away on his laptop, noting down the people he wanted- and had to, in some cases- for his mother's lunch party.
"Oh hello there, Nunnally and Lelouch. I hear you two are planning something for your mother- how lovely." The flamboyant prince clapped his hands twice, the noise echoing slightly in the closed off room.
Lelouch stole a glance at his older- yet less mature brother, and then went back to his work.
Clovis pouted and made a beeline to where Lelouch was seated, "Brother, what do you have planned for decorations? Perhaps I could lend a hand?"
Lelouch gritted his teeth. He did not like taking help from his older siblings. In fact, he liked to do things himself. Nunnally was an exception. Maybe even Euphemia.
"Clovis." He greeted in a clipped tone, shifting his dark eyes from the screen to rest on the figure of the older prince.
The blond smiled, "I agree with Nunna's idea. Flower garlands for all the females and children does sound awfully dashing. The menfolk could also wear a flower in their breast pocket, assuming they all have one. A little tea party is a wonderful idea- I know Lady Marianne loves her White flowery pekoe, imported all the way from the Chinese Federation—ah, you should invite some officials from there. A sort of peace gathering, perhaps?"
Lelouch nodded and noted down the suggestions, deciding to erase them as soon as the obnoxious blond left the room.
"Honestly Lelouch, do you even know what women like?" Nunnally rolled her amethyst hues, tapping her heeled foot on the ground.
"Why, I'm sure he knows how to please a lady-"
Clovis was cut off as Lelouch stood up, closing his laptop and carrying it under his arm,"I do know what women like, thank you very much." He bristled, walking past the two royals with his head held high.
Once he was out of sight, Clovis blinked, "Do you think we pissed him off?"
5 days later, Kabukicho, Shinjuku.
"So, why did we decide to come to Japan again-?"
"You wanted some tea for the luncheon. I happen to know a good retailer in the area." Lelouch drawled, tugging the dark coat around his body.
Clovis scrunched his nose and lifted the scarf over his mouth, choosing to keep quiet and observe the surroundings. Something he wasn't really accustomed to.
Lelouch's eyes flickered in recognition as he say the giant lit sign over a small shop on the side of the near empty street. His thoughts about what to buy were soon interrupted by a feminine shriek.
Whipping his head around, the young prince saw a girl laying on the ground, dressed in a thin white dress that was covered in mud from the dirt under her. The long green hair was splattered with mud, and her ivory skin covered with the same muck. She was surrounded by a group of Japanese men, who were shouting profanities at her.
"She must be one of the local prostitutes. I hear they're famous around here. She'll never be a proper woman." Clovis interjected, more so to himself, but Lelouch heard.
"I suppose…." The raven haired male trailed off, staring intently at the standing men. They started to kick at the girl, pull at her hair and spit at her.
Lelouch had seen enough. He wanted to get out of there, buy the tea and take a flight back to Britannia to conclude the planning for the lunch he had organized 2 weeks from now.
"I bet even you wouldn't be able to turn her into a proper woman." A voice chortled.
Lelouch turned his head to the side and stared at his brother,"Excuse me? Are you defying my capabilities?"
Clovis smirked, although it was hidden behind his woollen scarf,"You heard me. I bet you can't turn that whore into a proper lady. A woman with etiquette, manners, style…someone who can get the attention of both men and women and make them look up at her with admiration. Maybe that's going a bit too far, considering her background-"
"Is that a challenge?" Lelouch inquired, a single brow raised.
Clovis thought about it for a while, before answering,"You're right. I bet that you can't turn this girl into a ravishing young woman in time for Lady Marianne's birthday. You will need a date, am I correct? Nunnally will have Suzaku to accompany her…but what about poor little Lelouch?" The blond prince coos in a teasing manner.
Lelouch looked back at the girl on the ground that was shedding tears. He was sure he had a revolted expression on his face, and so he masked it with stoic composure, his posture upright and a sense of sophistication radiated off him. "You have a deal." He stuck his hand out to his brother for a shake.
Clovis gestured to the green headed female with a tilt of his head after the handshake, sliding his gloved hands back in the warm confines of his trench's pockets. The two princes had chosen to stay anonymous, decked out in street clothing.
Lelouch nodded; taking long strides to the girl he was to conquer- if that was even the ideal word to call it. Transform? Perhaps.
The men saw him approach their little herd, and one of them spoke up,"Oi you Britannian? Come 'ave a little fun with us eh?" The cocky Japanese prat snickered, and his friends followed.
"What has this woman done wrong? To be forced on the ground, covered with mud?" He asked, his voice sounding calm and collected. Inside, he was suppressing himself from the action which would cause a man to never reproduce again.
"Mate, this woman is a prostitute. In traditional Japanese law, it commands us to stone such women. Now what do you say?" the man who spoke up pointed an accusing finger at the lime haired female, who was now hugging her knees to her chest, shivering as a small gust of wind went past them.
Lelouch flashed a small smile and bent down in front of the girl, and drew something on the ground with his gloved finger. When they kept questioning him and throwing him odd looks, he straightened up and said to them, "Let any one of you who has not broken traditional Japanese laws be the first to throw a stone at her." Lelouch spoke in an even tone, his eyes levelled with the group. Again, he stooped down and continued dragging his finger in the mud.
At this, the Japanese men looked at each other, and then back at the prince. Although, they didn't know he was one.
"W-Who are you? Some kind of deity?"
The tallest of the group tossed his head back and laughed, the rest of them soon joining him. Lelouch resisted rolling his eyes.
"Let me repeat myself. If you have not committed any wrong against the laws of traditional Japan, you may be the first to stone this woman." The raven haired price said icily.
The tall Japanese man rolled his sleeves up, but the others started backing away. Lelouch finished what he was doing on the ground and straightened up again, staring intensely at the man opposite to him.
"Uh…Tamaki? I think he's right. What's the point of wasting our time here anyway? We could go do something else…" A dark haired male warbled, shifting his feet.
Tamaki, who ended up being the man who currently had his sleeves rolled up, chortled. "Are you weak? This guy's puny, and his friend isn't going to help him either. We can finish him up, take the girl and have some…fun."
Lelouch lost it, however he was sure not to let his rage escape his insides. His fingers curled into fists and he dipped his head forward slightly, his bangs covering his eyes and creating a shadow on his face. "Ha, you think I'm weak? If I was weak, I wouldn't have approached you…at least, not unarmed."
A sly grin etched itself across his face and he tapped his foot on the ground, beside the word he had written on the ground.
'RUN'
"Why you-"
Lelouch placed his right foot back, getting into a fighting stance. His right hand quickly moved to the back of his jeans, and he looked at the girl on the ground. After nodding to her, the girl got up and ran towards Clovis, hiding behind him. While that was happening, Lelouch grabbed the gun that was tucked there and trained it on Tamaki, who had run towards him.
"Don't make me use this." Lelouch taunted, his index against the trigger.
Tamaki faltered and took a step back, growling. Then, he turned around and gestured for the group of men to follow him, "Come on, this is an unfair fight." He spat out, looking back at Lelouch with malicious intent.
Lelouch could only snort at the irony. Here was a man retreating from an 'unfair' fight- Lelouch hadn't even turned the safety off, and it was a stun gun; when earlier he was happily abusing a young woman.
Humanity disgusted him.
A/N:
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