MonMusu Geass

And here's the third…. Trifecta? Either way, here's how Lelouch'll contribute to the first canon chapter/episode of the series. But first:

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 with an Anime Character and a Lamia

The alarm had awoken Lelouch from his slumber, to signify that morning had come once again. Though he was thankful that he had no need to attend school academically due to his intelligence, he still had to begin the day early for chores. Only a handful of days had past and already he had developed a routine that would allow the hours to pass by less monotonously and effectively earn his keep in the Kurusu household. Not that it was a requirement, since the Cultural Exchange Program covered much of his living expense provided that the proper receipts were filed. They had even renovated the house to give Miia more room to move due to the size of her snake half, and in only a single day as well with minimal interruption despite the near-frantic pace the construction workers performed.

Then, as he walked down the expanded hallway and towards the stairs, he noticed that the door to Kurusu's bedroom was ajar. After an internal debate on whether or not he should investigate, he opened the door and found that he should have just let sleeping dogs lie.

"Oh Darling, don't be so rough….!" Before Lelouch was a sleep-talking Miia whose coils had wrapped around their host not unlike a boa constrictor. Said host attempted to escape but to no avail as Miia tightened her hold upon her beloved human.

With a sigh, Lelouch approached the bed with the herculean task to awaken Miia and free Kurusu from what would have been one of the more curious demises. He was just at the edge of the bed to shake the lamia's shoulders when Kurusu grabbed hold of the only thing he could reach; the tip of Miia's tail.

That single action alone brought Miia back into full consciousness. "D-Darling? What are you doing to my tail..?"

"I'm pretty sure that he wants you to stop strangling him." Lelouch suggested. Kurusu, who was physically unable to nod his head in agreement, simply rubbed the tip of Miia's tail to prove his point. Surprisingly, Miia's response was a rather feminine gasp of ecstasy.

"I-It's sensitive Darling..!" Miia gasped. It didn't take Lelouch long to figure out what kind of effect Miia's tail tip had.

"Okay! I think we had enough excitement for one morning!" Lelouch spoke authoritatively. "Miia, you need to uncoil yourself from our host before he asphyxiates. Kurusu, you need to let go. Like, right now!"

Soon enough, Kurusu was freed from the confines of both his bed and Miia as the lamia exited the bedroom. He turned towards Lelouch "I don't know how to thank you for that! Who knows what would have happened if you had not walked in."

"Unfortunately, I have a reasonable idea as to what might happen." Lelouch replied. "Do you know what you were doing to Miia when you were rubbing the tip of her tail like that?"

"Well I was trying to get her attention since, well, she was squeezing my heck. And that yelp that she called out just now sounded like it got her attention."

"While we're on such a subject, what did it sound like to you?"

"Well I guess it sounded pretty feminine and with how heavy she was breathing-" It was just then did the gears within Kurusu's mind meshed together did he realize just what Lelouch had prevented from coming into fruition as he stared at his right hand. "…..I need a cold shower."

"And I need to create- What is that thing you people call..? Oh that right, Brain Bleach!"

Lelouch had finished with Miia's portion of breakfast, namely every single egg-related breakfast item possible under the sun and en mass as Kurusu readied Miia's morning bath earlier. Before he can begin with the cooking of the human portion of their breakfast, with equally sensible human portions, Lelouch had thought that he should at least ask what Kurusu fancied that day. Thus he opened the door to the washroom and inquired. "Kurusu, I just finished Miia's spread, do you want anything else besides-"

His words fell flat as he found Kurusu in the middle of a fixation that involved his forehead, the lip of the sink, and the amount of impacts both could perform in a short span of time. "….Part of me wants to know why, but I really shouldn't."

With those words, Lelouch closed the door to leave Kurusu to his own devices. Some questions were best unanswered as earlier this morning proved.

Soon enough, once Kurusu recovered, the duo began to cook their own breakfast as the morning news blared from the television screen. The top story at that moment revolved around ANM48's newest album and the Cultural Exchange Bill that was introduced three years ago.

"Amazingly enough, the world hasn't changed much since then."

"Yeah, right." Kurusu mused with a sigh. "And to think I used to live a normal life just a few days ago."

"I hope that wasn't in reference to me." Lelouch joked.

"I just can't imagine how I can handle this without you."

"Indeed." Both Kurusu and Lelouch jumped from the voice of one Kuroko Smith who just sat there at the table as if it were a normal thing. "Good morning, Kimihito Kurusu, Lelouch Lamperouge. What's wrong? Surely, you haven't forgotten about me, right? After all, I AM your Cultural Exchange coordinator, Smith!" She declared as she tilted her sunglasses downward rather stylishly.

"Yeah, I know. But that's not the point. What are you doing here?" Kurusu asked as he reset the barstools that both he and Lelouch knocked over in their shock.

"You know, if this was an anime this would be the perfect fourth-wall breaking moment." Lelouch mused.

"Why breakfast, of course." Smith answered. "It's the most important meal of the day, after all."

"You came here to eat?!" Kurusu exclaimed, even though he had readied a bowl of rice.

"At this point, should we even be surprised anymore?" Lelouch bemoaned.

"Also, I'm here to make sure that our host here isn't engaged in prohibited matters." Smith added with a dark voice. "The liminal species that co-mingle with us, if something were to happen to them then severe punishments would have to be carried out."

Smith took one last sip of her coffee before she continued. "As a host, you seem to be largely ignorant of the law. So I came to confirm."

"Ignorant, really?" Lelouch butted into the conversation. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but was it not you who brought not only Miia, but myself to the wrong house to begin with?"

"I wasn't supposed to be a host!" Kurusu agreed. "What kind of 'Cultural Exchange Coordinator' would do that?!"

"My… your memories seem to be failing you…" Smith slyly commented.

"It hasn't been that long and you know it…" Lelouch groaned.

"Either way, Miia said that she likes it here, so Kurusu here'll have to suck it up and study the law."

"This is so one-sided…" Kurusu half-whined as he prepared another cup of coffee for Smith, much to his own chagrin.

"Anyway, to make sure-"

"I haven't done anything to hurt her, if that's what you're implying." Kurusu interrupted before he quietly added. "It's more like the other way around."

"The worst we ever did was to spray cold water on her." Lelouch contributed as he showcased the spray bottle. "And that's just to make sure she respects- Damned it! We forgot to put it back in the fridge again!"

"'Hurting' can mean popping her cherry, too." Smith nearly whispered next to Kurusu's ear that nearly caused him to jump out of his skin.

"Wh-why would you say that?! I'd never-" Kurusu barely spoke out.

"You have a working set of genitals, right? So you could go at it if you wanted to." Smith elaborated.

"Okay, why did you spring this out of the blue?" Lelouch asked as well. "Though do I really want to know where this is going?"

"She had made advances with Kurusu right? Lamia's tend to be the passionate type."

"Understatement of the year, this one."

"However, as a representative of her species, losing her virginity to a human would be a diplomatic issue." Smith then turned towards Kurusu. "If you happen to cross that line, you WILL be arrested and she will be deported back to her home country. All her efforts in learning human culture will go to waste. It's sad, but it's the law."

"I understand that it's to protect liminals from traffickers and the like, but should the law even cover something THAT personal?" Lelouch debated. After all, there was an interpretive line between the letter of the law and the spirit.

Smith turned to Kurusu and bluntly asked. "So? Did you fuck her yet?"

"N-no! I swear!" Kurusu exclaimed.

"Again with the left field with you?" Lelouch added as well.

"Really? It never even crossed your mind?" Smith inquired; almost shocked that Kurusu had never even considered the outcome. "Sure, her lower body is that of a snake, but other than that she's got a nice figure, ample breasts, and good looks in general. And she's completely loyal to you."

Smith then seductively held Kurusu's chin and turned it towards her bare face. "And on top of that, you seem to be easily seduced."

"Are you trying to get him into trouble- MIIA DON'T!" Too late came Lelouch's warning as Miia's tail grabbed Kurusu by the neck and dragged him away from Smith.

"What are you doing?!" Miia then coiled her still damp self around Kurusu protectively. "Keep your hands off my Darling, Smith! He's mine!"

"Miia, neck." Lelouch gestured to the lamia.

"Are you listening!" Miia exclaimed to Smith, too deep within tunnel version to notice the hand gesture.

"Relax, I was just joking." Smith spoke to calm down the situation that, in truth, she started. "I was just on my way out anyway." She then added "'Darling-kun', make sure you refrain from any prohibitive activities, okay?" And thus the coordinator left the house tenser that it had earlier.

"I'll just finish up with the cooking if nobody minds." Lelouch offered, desperate for any kind of distraction for what just happened earlier. He used this time to reflect upon his lift the moment he literally crashed into this new world. The mere revelation that in this world, his entire life's story was an anime was a shock, to which the fandom attached to it did little to ease such a cultural blow. Then there is the categorization of him as a liminal being despite genetically human if only it would make the paperwork easier.

Of course, if certain lobbyist had their way, he would instead by a kind of mascot or figurehead to some companies to sell their merchandise as a kind of continual publicity stunt. There were times when he pondered if that would not have been a bad of a path to be forced down. But then he would not have ever crossed paths with Miia the lamia, full of energy and trouble as she was, or even gotten himself acquaintance with Kurusu and thus experienced the kind of peaceful life Nunnally would have wanted for the both of them.

He wondered if she is handling herself well since his passing. Not only his sister, but everyone else he cared about such as those on the Ashford Student Council or what's left of it. Did they enjoyed the new world that he created for them in the darkest moments of his life, when he had given up all hope whatsoever and lost the drive to live?

"Say Kurusu, how do you like your-" Lelouch turned to find both his host and liminal roommate in a compromising position. A position not helped by the fact that Miia only wore a white tee-shirt that was quite damp and the blue shade upon Kurusu's face.

"It's about to… b-break…"

"Miia, no! Bad lamia! Bad, bad lamia!" Lelouch called out as he grabbed the kitchen sink spray head and set the faucet to cold. Unfortunately, the spray hose and the spray of water was just short of range to Miia. "Damned it! Why didn't we put that bloody spray bottle in the fridge?!"

And then, there was a grotesque snap that echoed from the room. "It broke!"

"Darling!" Miia cried out.

A few minutes later, Lelouch watched a video on how to fix a dislocated shoulder to help Kurusu. All the while Miia cried apologies in a corner. "Darling! I'm so sorry!"

"I-is this the right- ITAI!" Kurusu yelped in pain.

"Damned if I knew." Lelouch confessed as he continued to pull on Kurusu's dislocated arm and pressed his foot against his back. "I'm just following these bloody directions and trust me when I say that this technique is the least violent of what I found."

Perhaps living with a rabid otaku wasn't such a bad thing after all.

And there we have it. A bit of slice of what would happen if Lelouch crashed into the MonMusu universe where he's considered an anime character. It's pretty much up in the air in how Lelouch'll deal with the shenanigans and misadventures of Kurusu and his liminal harem that he'll no doubt collect like they're poke'mon.

I do have a few crazy ideas for Lelouch to suff- I mean experience through so there just might be a chapter or two to pop up, I just don't know when.

Let me know of what you think of this yarn's potential so far, and let's no go into flame or brutally honest reviews. I know that this isn't the- PAPI, NO! This isn't the time! I promise that your time will come and- NO! Don't pull-!