After leaving school Shirley found herself wandering the school grounds aimlessly. Her thoughts focused on her earlier conversation with Lelouch. She had not only failed to get a clear answer from him about the mysterious girl but had also created an over-elaborate story about how she knew of her. What should I do?

After finding herself near the school gate, Shirley decided she should return to her room. As she began to reverse her course, she spotted a familiar figure, the mysterious green-haired girl. The girl was wearing an Ashford uniform and walking towards the dorms in a casual fashion.

Shirley was frozen in place as she struggled with what to do. Thoughts formed of following or confronting the girl but her legs refused to move. Suddenly the memory of the girl kissing Lelouch and entering his room resurfaced in Shirley's mind. I have to do this!

Shirley forced herself to pursue the green-haired girl, awkwardly stumbling forward at a brisk pace. Initially, she kept her distance, simply following the peculiar girl as she walked in seemingly aimless directions.

After nearly an hour of shadowing her, the mysterious girl abruptly sped around the corner of the storage building. Shirley sprinted after her, quickly turning the corner and suddenly coming face to face with the amber-eyed girl.

"So? Why are you following me?"

Shirley quickly realized her pursuit did not go unnoticed. As she struggled for an answer, she couldn't help staring at the girl. Her doll-like beauty was even more evident up-close. She had flawless skin and perfect features for a teenage girl. She looked younger than Shirley but had the dispassionate expression of someone older.

"Well, are you going to answer my question or just stare at me all day?"

Shirley began sweating profusely; the moment she had long been hoping for was here. She was alone with the mysterious girl, now was the time to get answers. Finally, Shirley summoned her courage. "W-who are you? H-how do you know Lulu?"

"Lulu…? Oh, you mean Lelouch right?"

Shirley nodded and braced herself for the answer.

"I don't know him, never heard of such a person."

Shirley was silent for a moment as she processed the blatant lie. This girl was certainly the same as from the day before and her own words confirm she knew Lelouch's name. Anger welled in her chest, displacing the fear. Who does she think she is? "That's a lie."

The green-haired girl stared at her for a moment before responding. "Oh? Why would you say that?"

"I saw you with him yesterday, you… and he…were talking!"

The girl cocked her head and looked away. "Does that matter?"

Shirley nodded in response.

"Oh, I get it. You saw us kissing right?"

Shirley clenched her fists, "Who are you anyway? You're not a student here. Why are you here?"

Shirley's questions caught the girl's attention as she finally began to focus on her. "Seems you do know something about me. Alright I'll tell you, are you sure you want to know?"

"Y-yes."

The mysterious girl smiled mischievously. "Well if you must know Lelouch is blackmailing me. He makes me do dirty perverted things with him."

It felt like a knife stabbed into Shirley's chest. Images of Lelouch doing the things the girl suggested raced through her mind. Her jaw hung open as she struggled to form a response. "N-no, he wouldn't…"

The green-haired girl chuckled as she went into detail. "Yes, he did. Why just the other day he made me wear his clothes, then forcibly pulled me to the roof and had his way with me." She mischievously glanced at Shirley before continuing. "He makes me wear bondage outfits in his bed and-" The girl stopped her teasing upon seeing Shirley break down crying.

Shirley struggled to hold back the tears, quickly wiping her eyes with her left sleeve. "No… Lulu…" After despairing for a moment, Shirley rejected the lies the girl had suggested. She wiped her tears again, planted her feet firmly on the ground and met the mysterious girl's gaze. "No, you're lying. Lulu wouldn't do that. He's not that kind of person."

The green-haired girl looked away, her mischievous smile disappearing. "Your right, I'm sorry. My joke went too far."

"So what's the truth?"

The girl exhaled before returning Shirley's gaze. "Lelouch was helping me with some…extracurricular activities."

"What does that mean?"

"Lelouch beat my father in a gambling tournament. He was…unable to pay him at the time and sent me to deliver it to him."

Shirley raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "Then why are you here now?"

"The payment isn't monetary, it's barter."

"Barter?"

The green-haired girl reached into her shirt pocket producing a small blue plastic card, holding it out for Shirley to examine. The card was an I.D. with Lelouch's picture but had the name Julius Kingsley.

"My father works at the Ministry of the Interior. He made a deal with Lelouch to give him fake I.D.s in exchange for forgiving his debt."

"Then why were you here yesterday?"

"The deal was for several fake I.D.s. My father couldn't make them all in one day without raising suspicion and Lelouch demanded they be delivered as soon as possible."

The story sounded plausible to Shirley, the gambling and fake I.D.s sounded especially like Lelouch. He probably wanted them to aid with his less-than-legal escapades. However, several questions remained unanswered. "Then why are you delivering them? And how did you get an Ashford uniform?"

The girl looked bored as she answered. "To avoid suspicion, my father can't be seen meeting students in back alleys with fake I.D.s." Then looking down at her clothes, "As for the uniform, I borrowed it from a friend that attends here."

"Then what about…" Shirley struggled to complete the sentence.

The amber-eyed girl's smile returned. "Kiss Lelouch you mean? I was just fooling around. There's no need for concern; I have no interest in that devilish man."

The girl's story made sense but Shirley was still uncertain. "Why did you go into his room then?"

"Oh? Saw that did you? Well, it was just more convenient for the transaction. Can't go waving this thing around in front of everyone." The girl waved the I.D. with her hand in a literal display to Shirley. The girl leaned in and whispered to her, "Don't worry, we didn't do anything naughty."

Shirley stepped back grimacing. The girl clearly enjoyed teasing her; Shirley was unsure how much of her statements she could believe.

Before she could respond the girl shoved the I.D. into her hand. "Here, why don't you give it him for me? I can't stand to talk to him again."

Shirley reflexively glanced at the card, when she looked back to the girl she was already gone. Shirley quickly looked around in every direction but could spot no trace of the distinctive long green hair. Where did she go?

After pondering the girl's story for several minutes Shirley made up her mind, clenching her right hand into a fist. I'll get the truth from Lulu this time for sure!