Disclaimer: None of this stuff is mine. I wish it was.


AN:To Lenkish:Thank you for reading it! And it makes me happy to know that you enjoyed it. Yes, English is technically not my first language, although I started learning it at a young age. As for your suggestion, I might do the one regarding Lelouch's views on the student body, as soon as I find some free time. It would probably be separate though. Thanks for reviewing :)

To Kah'rels:Thank you! I'm not sure if I will be doing a chapter with Suzaku because, yes, the time frame is mostly before his enrolment at Ashford. And frankly, I dislike him. However, if I do get an idea, I'll do it. I just hope I don't ruin it for you, should I go through with it.

This would be probably be the only completely OC in this fic, as no teacher names were released. Or at least, I haven't seen any from Season 1.

I have edited some of the chapters a bit to correct some grammar mistakes that I found (although I'm sure I missed some), cleared up the timeline a little bit, and added little bits of text here and there.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!


William Gordon Bysshe Chaucer-Fleming (yes, he was aware that his name was a mouthful. Blame his mother, not him) graduated from PendragonUniversitywith honours. He majored both in English and in Britannian Literature. He also had an English education certificate, allowing him to teach anywhere in the Empire. He was given an offer to teach English (funnily enough, despite the strong patriotic feelings at Pendragon, the official language of Britannia is still called English) atAshfordAcademy's Middle School department right after graduation, which he accepted right away (it helped that his wife worked there too, as the art teacher).

He was new to Ashford, and it was during his first year of teaching there that he met the eldest Lamperouge. Lelouch and his batch mates were in their third and final year of middle school, so William wanted to make sure they would be prepared for high school, especially in terms of writing, so he planned to make this year very writing intensive (he can already hear the students whining and cursing under their breath).


The eldest Lamperouge was in his second afternoon class; students in that time period tend to be quite lazy, and inattentive, seeing as it was their last class of the day, and all they want to do was go home (he's been there, after all). The bell rang, signalling the end of the first of the two afternoon classes. The students shuffled out of his classroom to get to their lockers, then to their next class.

After a few minutes, students started entering his classroom, looking around for an empty seat. One of the first students to come in was a tall, black haired boy, accompanied by a shorter, blue haired boy who was talking animatedly. The black haired youth seemed to have felt his gaze, and met William's green eyes. William broke eye contact immediately, finding the boy's purple eyes beautiful, yet, a bit strange, and frankly, quite intimidating.

He glanced around the room, seeing that a large number of the students were slowly entering. After his scan of the room, he found himself glancing at the boy again. There was something about the boy that made people, or at least their eyes, gravitate, towards him; at least, that was what it looked like to him. He noticed that most of the girls kept glancing in the boy's direction too.

He can see why, as the boy was gorgeous. The boy was the very definition of the term 'pretty boy'.His features were symmetrical and refined. He had the almond shaped eyes, with a unique eye colour to boot, the high cheekbones, and the perfectly shaped nose, topped off with a strong jaw. The boy also exuded a regal and confident air.

While he was scanning the room, he saw the boy walk towards the seat near the window in his peripheral vision. Graceful too, it seems. His presence was commanding, that short encounter was enough to tell him that; William imagined that he'll probably feel the same should he be fortunate enough to meet a member of the Imperial Family. He's also quite sure that his wife would love to paint the boy; if the boy is lucky, he wouldn't have William's wife as his art teacher (he loved his wife very much, but even he has to admit that she could be quite scary at times, especially when trying to convince someone to pose for her).

The bell rang again, startling him out of his musings. He stood in the front, waiting for the bell to stop ringing, when a couple of students rushed into the room; they seemed relieved that they made it in time. The two students quickly found empty seats, and promptly sat down.


He introduced himself to them, and took the roll call. The students seemed quite happy that he didn't make them introduce themselves to the rest of the class (only if they knew what he has in store for them). He learned that the boy was named Lelouch Lamperouge, while the boy next to him was Rivalz Cardemonde.

After the roll call, he began to talk about the rules, his expectations of them, the course outline; basically, the usual stuff. He handed out their syllabus for the year, and told them that he expected them to keep up with their reading.

"Next year, most of you would be entering high school. High school is different from middle school, to say the least. The teachers would expect more from you, and that you do your best. Passing high school is basically 100% hard work and 40% good luck, so-"

"Sir?" An orange-haired student raised her hand.

"Yes?"

"Doesn't that add up to 140%?" She asked confusedly.

"Well, you've obviously never met that EU leader then..." he trailed off, smirking, confusing the girl even more. "As I was saying, to prepare for next year, we'll be doing things that would definitely help you out. Today, you might have noticed that I didn't make you introduce yourselves to the rest of the class. I did that for a reason. Today, I want everyone," he said while looking at the students, who seemed curious (not for long!) about what he would make them do.

"...to write an essay," he added (cue the groans).

"I want you to introduce yourself through writing. I want you to talk about what you did this summer, or if you didn't do anything, what you wanted to do. Talk about what you're looking forward to this year," he continued, "Or if you want, what you're not looking forward to. I just want to see you guys writing. Trust me; you'll be doing a lot of this in high school, and especially in college or university. You have an hour. When you're done, place it on my desk," he finished.

He noticed that the boy, ah no, Lamperouge, had a small frown on his face, but followed his instructions nonetheless. He sat back down on his chair, and observed his students. Most of them seemed to be deep in thought, others, including Lelouch, were already writing, while a few were just staring at their paper blankly, including the Cardemonde boy (Rover? River? Rival? He glanced down at his attendance sheet, ah, Rivalz. Well,close enough).


A quarter of an hour has passed, and so far, only three people have finished, the Stadtfelds' scion, the Fenette girl, and Lamperouge, all of whom are just staring into space.

Soon enough, there was only ten minutes left. It always amused him to see students glancing at the clock every five seconds, as if it would make time stop or slow down.

When five minutes have passed, he announced the remaining time left, which prompted most of the students to start scribbling like maniacs.

Five minutes passed quickly, and he told the students to hand their work in, if they haven't already. Most of them stood up and went to place their essays on his desk, but a couple of students seemed to be writing still. It was River, and the Einstein girl. Oh, he meant Rivalz. Anyways, he had to warn the two of losing marks if they didn't hand it in now. The Einstein girl stood up and handed it in, while Rive-Rivalz' hand seemed to be cramping. William cleared his throat, and raised his eyebrow while doing a 'gimme' motion with his hand. Rivalz (about time he got it right the first time) gulped and looked back down at his paper, and looked back up at the now frowning William. He heaved a great sigh, and stood up, and finally handed his essay to William.


William didn't want the students to hate him too much right away, so when Rivalz handed his essay in, he dismissed them early, much to their enjoyment. After the students left, he took out a red pen and started marking the essays. As he expected, Rivalz spent too much time staring at his paper, and ended up not finishing his essay. The Einstein girl, Nina, did alright, but not that great. He marked twenty five more essays before getting to Shirley Fenette's. It was surprisingly well written, her penmanship, however, could use a little bit more work, although it wasn't as bad as Rivalz' chicken scratch handwriting. He's never taught Shirley before, but knew her because his new friend, who happened to be the swim team's coach, couldn't help but boast about her treasured aces. William knew what to expect from Kallen Stadtfeld, thanks to his colleagues. They told him that despite not attending class often because of her illness, she was still somehow at the top of her class, and English class was no exception.

He didn't know what to expect with Lamperouge. He took the boy's essay and looked at it. He was amazed at his penmanship; most boys his age had sloppy and messy handwriting but his was different. It seems that Lamperouge knew exactly what he was going to write, and did not have to use any correction tape, which was another highly unusual thing (even he needs to correct himself while writing).

He read the essay, and was amazed once more. He found no mistakes, both in grammar and spelling. The essay was much better than a high schooler's, albeit a bit vague. After reading the essay again, he decided to give the boy a perfect score (he wanted to give 140%, but he's not sure if the boy will get the reference). The other students got lucky that he marked Lamperouge last, because if he didn't the rest of the class would find themselves with a lower mark, since he knows he'll be comparing Lamperouge's essays to theirs.

Right now, to him, Lamperouge seemed to be the perfect student.


Unfortunately, as time passed by, William learned that Lamperouge wasn't as perfect a student he once thought he was. He didn't always do his homework, but thankfully, he kept up with the reading (either that or he had read the books in the syllabus before). Whatever homework he did hand in was well done. It was the same with in-class essays, quizzes and tests. He wasn't at the top of the class (he wonders how Stadtfeld was doing it), but he wasn't failing either.


It was near the end of the year, when Nina Einstein approached him for help. She told him (after much stuttering) that she wanted to apply for funding from the Dallas Research Institute for her research. They had to discuss their research, and convince whoever's judging to fund them. Apparently, only ten students out of who knows how many, across the Empire would receive funding. To win this would potentially secure the winners' futures; a recommendation from the Dallas Research Institute would look great on a résumé after all, especially since the D.R.I.'s patron is none other than the Prime Minister of Britannia himself, Prince Schneizel El Britannia.

However, there was a slight problem. As much as he wanted to help Nina, William did very poorly in science class, and would definitely be unable to help out with correcting the information presented in the request. Fortunately, he came up with a solution. He told her to come back tomorrow, while he asks the people he had in mind to help her.


After she left, William packed up, and went to the middle school faculty room. Upon entry, he found the two people he was looking for, Demetrius Cavendish and Marie-Wilhelmina Curie Rontgen, the science teachers, who were preparing to leave.

"Excuse me, Marie, Demetrius, but I need your opinion", William asked.

"Regarding what, William?" Marie responded for the two of them.

"You see, Nina Einstein, wanted to apply for funding from the Dallas Research Institute, and I am planning to get Lelouch Lamperouge to help her with it."

"Funding from the D.R.I., huh? I've heard of it; only ten students from across the Empire will get it. And if it's Miss Einstein doing the research, she might go far, but wait! Why is she asking you for help?" asked Demetrius.

"Ah, she's worried about her English, and convincing the judges, but I'm afraid I'm not knowledgeable enough about nuclear science to be able to tell if she's got her facts right," William answered.

"Well, I think if it's Miss Einstein and nuclear science we're talking about, she'll go far, but yes, she might be a genius with calculations and such, but I've noticed that her written work is not as good as her math," Marie answered.

"That's why I am planning to get Mister Lamperouge to help her out. If I had to bet, I would bet that the only student who can come close to understanding what Miss Einstein is doing would be him," William responded.

"I'm not sure even I can fully understand what Miss Einstein is doing. But now that I think about it, yes, the only student who can help her with this would be Mister Lamperouge," she agreed.

"I agree with Marie. From what I've heard, the Chairman's granddaughter is planning to recruit him as her Vice President as soon as he goes into high school. He's considered a genius; quite unmotivated but still a genius. But wait, are teachers prohibited from helping her?" Demetrius asked as he packed his things.

"I'm not sure, but, Mister Lamperouge has missed quite a lot of assignments, and with so many exams to mark, I wouldn't have much time to help Miss Einstein out. I was planning to get him to help her out, and if he does, I'll forget about his missed assignments. And if you don't mind, will both of you look their work over when they finish their final draft? I'll check the more technical parts, but knowing him, there wouldn't be mistakes," William explained as they walked towards the parking lot.

"I don't know about Marie, but I don't mind. The Chairman would be pleased if Miss Einstein won this, so if we want a good bonus..." Demetrius trailed off, turning to Marie.

"Sure, I don't mind doing it either," she shrugged.

"Thanks! I'll inform them tomorrow. By the way, how did Milly Ashford become the High School Department's Student Council President while she is still in her first year of high school?" William asked.

At that question, all three teachers stopped in their tracks. As if on cue, they all felt unpleasant shivers running down their spines. William was clueless to the reason he shivered, and so he turned to his companions, and saw that they were both shaking their heads in a 'no' motion, as if trying to forget something.

"Do you guys know something about it?" William asked.

"No, thank the Emperor, we don't," Demetrius answered.

"Trust me, William; I think we should leave this matter alone. I'm sure we would all be better off if we don'tknow how she did it," Marie added.

"Why not, surely she's not that bad, right?" William asked. At the end of that question, both his companions turned to look at him as if he was crazy. Demetrius was about to say something when they heard someone approaching them. They all turned towards the source of the sound, and in his peripheral vision, he saw both of his companion's eyes widen in...fear?

He looked at the student again, she didn't seem scary at all; in fact, she was quite the opposite. He looked her up form head to toe, trying to find what was causing his colleagues' fear. He started with her feet; the girl was wearing the mandatory black leather penny loafers, with a pair of blue socks reaching just below her knees. She had long, smooth legs which were also partially covered by the black skirt, a voluptuous body with a flat stomach, and erm...great assets (What? Teacher or not, William was male and only 25! And it's not like he's going to try anything).

She was also wearing a crisp, white shirt, underneath the pale yellow blazer. Her neck tie was perfectly tied around her long, graceful neck. Then William reached her face; and there he saw a perfect white smile, but there was something wrong about her smile; that something made him shiver in fear, he was now beginning to understand. He looked at her large, blue eyes, and saw the amusement in them most likely caused by the teachers' reactions to her presence. He turned to look at his colleagues, and just knew that the fear he saw in their eyes was now present in his. He understood then and there that you do not, under any circumstance, mess with Milly Ashford.


"M-Miss Ashford! W-what are you doing here?" Demetrius stuttered out.

"I'm just visiting, Mister Cavendish. Long time no see. How are you?" Milly asked, the Cheshire cat grin never disappearing from her face.

"I'm quite fine, thank you. It's quite nice to see you, but I must leave. My uh...fish needs to be fed," Demetrius replied nervously.

"I'm sorry for keeping you from your fish then. Goodbye!" she replied.

Looking relieved, Demetrius quickly walked away towards the parking lot. Marie, taking Demetrius' lead, said her goodbyes, and left William on his own, but not before giving him an apologetic and guilty smile. William felt nervous sweat rolling down his forehead when Milly turned to him.

"I'm afraid we've not been introduced before. I'm Milly Ashford, it's nice to meet you, Mister..." Milly trailed off, while offering her hand to him.

Not one to be rude, William shook her hand while introducing himself, "Chaucer-Fleming. But Mister Fleming would work. It's nice to meet you Miss Ashford; I've heard many...wonderful things about you."

Her grin got wider, "Oh, have you? Anyways, I can show myself around. I hope I am not keeping you from anything, Mister Fleming."

"A-as a matter of fact, I must be going soon. The wife awaits," he said with a nervous smile.

"I see, well, it was nice to meet you, Mister Fleming. Have a safe trip!"

"It was my pleasure, Miss Ashford. And thank you," he replied. William turned and walked as fast as he could to his car.

Once there, he unlocked the door, got in, started the car, and drove off as quickly as possible.

He swore he could hear laughter from the direction he just came from.


The next day, Nina nervously entered his classroom again. He told her who he thought could help her, and just as he finished saying the student's name, the student in question came in (speak of the devil and all that).

"Ah, Mister Lamperouge! Just the person I wanted to see," William said.

The boy approached his desk gracefully, and asked "Can I help you with anything, Mister Fleming?"

"Actually, Miss Einstein here is the one in need of your help," he replied. Lelouch turned to the girl, and asked "What do you need help with, Miss Einstein?"

"U-um, I-I..." she trailed off, turning to William, who just sighed heavily, for help.

"Well, what Miss Einstein was trying to say was that she needs your help in writing something that would convince representatives from the Dallas Research Institute to choose her as a recipient of their funding. I'm afraid I won't be too much help with this, as nuclear science is not my forte, and I am quite busy this time of year. However, some colleagues in the science department and I will take a look at your final draft to correct any mistakes before you submit it."

"If it's related to science, wouldn't Mister Cavendish or Miss Rontgen be a better choice for this? Or better yet, Doctor Labie of the High School Department?" he asked.

"Well, both Mister Cavendish and Miss Rontgen are busy, but they are the colleagues I mentioned that will proof read your work. And as for Doctor Labie, I heard that his daughter is graduating from the Imperial Colchester Institute. And so he's returning to the Mainland this weekend. Seeing that it's quite a long trip, I also heard he'll be taking an early vacation, so it would be difficult to get help from him, with him in the Capital. Before I forget, if you help Miss Einstein, I will count this as homework which would replace some of the ones you failed to hand in. So, will you do it, Mister Lamperouge? The only thing you'll be doing is correcting her grammar and such, and making sure she got her facts right, and her sources cited properly."

The boy in question thought it over for a moment, "Just one condition, my name should never be mentioned in any shape or form, especially if she wins it."

"Are you sure?" he asked, slightly confused with Lelouch's request.

"Yes."

"I believe that's agreeable. What do you think Miss Einstein?" William asked.

"T-that would be great! T-thank you!" Nina replied, bowing her head slightly to Lelouch. The two discussed their meeting times, and went to their respective seats.


A couple of days later, Nina handed her finished work to him. He read it over, and as expected, it was flawless. With Lelouch's aid, he did not doubt that Nina would be chosen as one of the ten. Especially since he can not understand a word of what her research was about. He then handed it over to Marie, who handed it to Demetrius afterwards. Both of them looked very impressed when they gave it back to him. He looked it over, and as he predicted, there were no grammar and spelling errors. He gave it back to Nina, who would hand it in.


A few weeks later, Nina came in early and approached him. She had a small smile on her face, and brought him great news. Not only did Nina win the funding, but she also acquired an additional funding, courtesy of In Vogue. He congratulated her, while hoping, in his mind, that the Chairman would give them a bonus too.

Lelouch soon came in, and was informed about Nina's win. He saw him congratulate her, giving her a small smile, but was otherwise unaffected, which made William wonder if it was an ordinary thing for him. He just shrugged it off, and began the lesson.


Later in June, Lelouch and his batchmates finished Middle School and were going to be high schoolers in a few months.


Lelouch was not the only Lamperouge William would teach.

He also taught the younger Lamperouge, Nunnally, who seemed to be the polar opposite of her brother, especially in terms of personality.

As for looks, they shared the same beautiful, refined features, albeit Nunnally had light ash blonde hair instead of the jet black of her brother. William wondered what her colour her eyes were under those delicate, permanently closed eyelids; were they the same royal purple of her brother? He knew he'll probably never find out. Both were very good looking, and attracted a lot of attention with their incredibly good looks.

If Nunnally could walk, William was sure that she would walk with the same grace her brother does, as even her hand movements were graceful. Both siblings were scarily intelligent and eloquent. Neither Nunnally nor Lelouch would repeatedly say 'yeah' and 'like' during conversation like the other teenagers.

He has heard only praise from Nunnally's other teachers, especially the music teacher. It seems that the music teacher was impressed of Nunnally's skills with the lyre, the piano and the flute.

William honestly preferred Nunnally over Lelouch as a student, as Nunnally took her studies more seriously than her older brother. Despite her disabilities, Nunnally had no problem being at the top of her class. Only if Lelouch was as good a student as her sister...

Wherein Lelouch's attitude was cold and distant, his little sister's was warm and friendly. He saw how everyone would light up whenever Nunnally entered the room, and how her smile and gentle laughter was contagious to those around her.

Both siblings attracted people to them, but for different reasons.

Lelouch attracted people with the type of charisma great and legendary war generals and leaders would have, while Nunnally had the type of charisma beloved queens would have.

It was quite an interesting experience teaching them, which made William wonder what the Lamperouge siblings' parents were like to produce such talented children. He has asked around and found out from the other teachers that no one, except perhaps the Chairman, has ever met their parents. Demetrius told him that he had heard that the Chairman was their guardian, as their parents were long dead. Well, no matter who raised the two, William must commend them for producing such gifted children.

Ah, he must go. The bell has just rung, and class would be starting soon, and he's looking forward to seeing the student's reactions when he tells them about the assignment he's about to give them!


AN: Hope you enjoyed it. Reviews are always welcome!

And here are the OC name origins:

William Gordon Bysshe Chaucer-Fleming: If it's not obvious yet, I have this strange fascination with long names, especially double-barrelled last names. This name was given to the English teacher. William was from William Shakespeare; Gordon was from George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron; Bysshe is from Percy Bysshe Shelley; Chaucer is from Geoffrey Chaucer; Fleming is from Ian Fleming. I'm not a big fan of English literature, but I just felt like naming the characters based on something they do, in this case he's an English teacher, so you have some literature here.

Demetrius Cavendish: The name given to the science teacher. Demetrius was from Dmitri Mendeleev, who we have to thank for the periodic table of elements; Cavendish was from Henry Cavendish, who discovered hydrogen.

Marie-Wilhelmina Curie Rontgen: Another science teacher. Marie and Curie was from Marie Curie; Wilhelmina and Rontgen was from Wilhelm Röntgen.

Doctor Labie:A character in one of the spin-off mangas, Nightmare of Nunnally, I think, I haven't really read it. I am a huge Code Geass fan, but I am a bigger Lelouch by CLAMP fan.