MonMusu Geass

Yeah, here's the second half of this odd brainfart of an idea. As promised, here's a chapter with a bit more substance. And you know the drill on legality by now.

Disclaimer: The basic intellectual properties that inspired this story are not own by the author. Instead, the franchise that is Code Geass is owned by Gorō Taniguchi, Sunrise, Bandai Entertainment and Funimation. Likewise, Monster Musume no Iru Nichijou is owned by Okayado, Tokuma Shoten publishing, Tatsuya Yoshihara, and studios Lerche and Seva. Please support the respective official release of each property however possible.

Everyday Life as a Liminal Exchange Student

Lelouch was not happy. After what he had learned, how could he not be frustrated with the world? Being thought of as a monster, a tyrant, evil incarnate was one thing but there were certain amounts of ridicule that someone like him- an anime character no less – could even take without risking his sanity.

Not even the lamia that sat next to him in the car would ease his mood. Not that she had not tried, the poor thing, due to her nervousness of her abroad education in order to learn more about human culture. Even when she had learned that Lelouch was a virtual celebrity, being a living anime character and all, could not get her to break the ice between the two.

"You seem rather moody." Lelouch and the lamia's cultural exchange coordinator, one Kuroko Smith, noted as she drove the car.

"Oh whatever do you mean?" Lelouch sarcastically inquired; a tone of voice Smith could never have missed if she tried. "It's not like I just learned that my entire existence is little more than a thinly veiled toy commercial for the amusement of others. That my entire life, all of my failures, has been watched by millions and recorded for posterity and endlessly referenced and forever reminding me of them as if I did need aid in that particular field. And I am certainly not miffed at the very prospect of all the possible relationships that they have me shipped with little logic behind them. Nor am I slightly agitated that the most popular of such 'ships' involve the Knight of Three, my first friend, and my fake brother. No, I am SO glad that since I look so feminine in appearance, I am considered 'the bitch' in all THREE OF THEM!"

"Okay, even I have to admit that the reveal could have been a bit more gently. But still, this could be the chance to clear the air and set the record straight for all of your fans."

"Strange, apparently we're talking about two completely different groups." Lelouch noted with a raised eyebrow. "I had never seen such denial in my life, and everyone has seen my life by now so you know what I'm talking about."

"Just think of the royalties that's bound to come in." Smith noted. "You just might not ever have to worry about money ever again even if you weren't under the Cultural Exchange Program."

"Somehow I highly doubt that." Lelouch countered. "Not with that look in their collective eyes. They might as well be undressing me with their eyes and I'm praying to Eden Vital that it was figuratively and not literally."

"Well that's just one reason you're in the Cultural Exchange Program: To give you the time you need to readjust to your new life before you make that plunge into celebrityhood."

"So it's not because the publicity of my existence and participation alone isn't going to boost the funding on the program?" Lelouch sarcastically inquired.

"Well, we're here!" Smith thanked whatever deities that gave her the escape as the car arrived at their destination. The conversation had just begun to go down a very uncomfortable road.

As the group exited the vehicle, the lamia turned towards Lelouch. "H-hopefully our host family is a kind one."

"To be honest, I'll be thankful if none of them are a full blown otaku." Lelouch replied bluntly. "I've heard too many disturbing stories about over obsessive otakus with just body pillows and posters. I'd rather not risk the legal limits of a fictional character such as myself Miia." The lamia's ears and tail drooped slightly from the statement.

"Don't worry!" Smith cheered as they approached the house. "We've done extensive background checks and each host family has been cleared!"

Soon enough the trio arrived at the assigned house where both Lelouch and Miia will live with their host families. When the door opened and a youth came out with the most unobtrusive face in existence to answer. The usual introductions were made as the Coordinator explained to the young man that he was one of the lucky few chosen to host a liminal exchange student- better yet, two of them with one being a dimensional exile. The typical copy-and-paste speech given by government workers to civilians at large as to be expected of a bureaucracy.

The young man, after he had absorbed the flood of exposition that was aimed at his general direction, did the only action that was sensible for someone of his position; he pointed at himself as he stared at the trio in confusion.

Miia was equally confused, was this not the correct address?

Lelouch, however, was more direct. "This IS the correct address, right?"

Smith gave a simple thumb's up. "It's all good!"

"Somehow I doubt that it's 'all good' considering that-"

"Well I hate to drop and dash, but there's only so much time in the day just to do my job. I'll drop by every now and then to see if everything is going smoothly and no rules are broken." Smith quickly spoke as she both waved goodbye to the group and drove off to leave only an uncomfortable silence.

"…..And she left us. Oh I SO like where this is going!" Lelouch groaned before he turned towards the young man. "I must apologize for this unusual set of circumstances. It would appear that the both of us are assigned with the must unreliable of coordinators available, though this would be under the assumption that there were reliable and competent coordinators in the first place." He added.

"It's alright." The young man answered. "My name is Kimihito Kurusu, it's a pleasure to meet the both of you."

"Likewise. I'm Lelouch Lamperouge and this lovely lamia here is named Miia." Lelouch introduced to which said lamia barely squeaked out a hello beneath the blush and embarrassment.

"Well, won't you come inside?" Kurusu invited. "Even if it's only temporary, it's better to come inside rather than stand around outdoors."

"That is true." And Lelouch entered the house with Miia slithered after him. But then he turned towards his new host and inquired. "You seriously don't know who I am?"

"I kinda do." Kurusu answered. "It's my parents who would know you best, anime fans as they are."

"I guess it's a chance of pace at the very least." Lelouch noted. "And where are your parents now, might I ask?"

"They're currently working abroad."

"I guess that only delays the inevitable." Lelouch noted as he scanned the interior of the house. "I must say that you take very good care of your house."

"Why thank you- Wait, why would you say that?" Kurusu inquired.

"Typically men of your age aren't so….. What's the more diplomatic description….? 'Tidy' would be the most opt way to put it."

"The moment you meet my parents, you'll understand why."

"That bad I take it?"

Despite the initial small chat, when the trio sat at the table in the living room, there was an uncomfortable silence that hung heavily between them. As if there was an elephant in the room that none would wish to address, even though there technically was a metaphoric elephant in the room courtesy of one Coordinator Kuroko Smith.

Soon enough, after enough minutes had past, Kurusu excused himself and left the two alone. It was then did Lelouch spoke to Miia of something he had notice earlier. "Temperature not to your liking I presume?"

"W-what makes you say that?" Miia asked.

"Well the shivers for starters and the fact that you're now currently rubbing your arms for warmth." Lelouch pointed out, to which Miia immediately rescinded such action.

"Well like snakes and other reptiles, lamias are poikilotherms so we're very sensitive to temperature changes." Miia answered.

"Well if climate change continues on as is, that might not be such an issue." Lelouch half-joked when Kurusu returned with blankets. He then handed them to Miia.

"Sorry about that, the air conditioning isn't working right and it'll be some time before someone comes along to at least take a look at it." Kurusu explained as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Well it's not your fault." Lelouch shrugged. "Sometimes things just get out of hand no matter how involved you get."

"Well since we'll be living together at the moment, we should at least get along. Right?" Kurusu turned towards Miia whom, in turn, looked away to hide the blush on her face.

For a moment, Lelouch was able to ponder a positive thought about his current circumstances. Sure, his notoriety is exponentially worse than back in Ashford Academy, but with individuals like Kurusu and Miia, he just might be able to find the kind of peace and serenity that he never truly had in the longest of time. Maybe, just maybe, he just might grow to enjoy this new world.

Famous last words, am I right? Oh of all the shenanigans and hijinks Lelouch'll find himself in the middle of, it makes one wonder if he'll ever miss Milly's own eccentric actions back in the canon series.

My money's on that he will.

Flames and brutally honest reviews are unwarranted, I already have a lamia threatening to violate me if I make her look bad and those will only give her an excuse to- YEOW! MY BUNGHOLE!