MonMusu Geass

And here's another chapter in this cannabis-induced brainfart of mine and this time it's a break in canon!

Well…. Shipping canon anyway… You'll see why in a moment if you're not familiar with the anime/manga. For those of you who are, it's OH so obvious and answers one of the more pressing questions asked about this fanfic crack.

Now that I mentioned it, there aren't too many reviews from the last update for me to comment on. Oh well, more time for the story. But first, a public service announcement.

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 a Code-Bearer and a Centaur

It was early morning and Lelouch had returned from a hefty supply run from the neighborhood supermarket. Kimihito had initially planned to do such an errand, but Lelouch had insisted since his host has done so much housework with little rest, especially with two "lively" liminals under the same roof. It was only proper, as a guest of this world, which he should pass hospitality back somehow and giving him a moment of rest seemed like the most logical conclusion. He had also argued that he needed to get a better survey of the land for lack of a better phrase since he would have to contribute to the Kurusu Household more, even if the Cultural Exchange Program covered all the expenses and especially for the necessities of the liminal species. Granted, he could have stayed a home-stay and live off the Cultural Exchange Program, but that simply was not Lelouch.

Sure, he could make loads of money as a living anime character, but the media and fanbase that camped just outside their front door discouraged such a thought. Well, that one sleazy corporate agent that wanted to take a mold of his phallic organ to mass produce and distribute to the masses had put any idea of taking advantage of his anime celebrityhood deeply entrenched into the 'nope' category.

No, he needed an occupation that best suited his best characteristics. Generally his intelligence and charisma. While he certainly can't run for office, and his entire life story that involved political maneuvers had shown that he can govern wisely and fairly, he had decided that the last political office he would ever hold was that of Britannia's emperor. He did not seek to have a public life, despite claims to the contrary to who knows how many who urged him to be in the limelight even more. Since he was technically considered a student, why not take advantage of that and gain a college degree or even a master's degree in the sciences? Though this world did not have the equivalent of sakuradite, that doesn't mean that it was limited to technological advancement as their own history had shown. And considering the numerous international crises involving resources and energy production, he could at least help contribute to the solution.

Though Kimihito had conceited on that front, he did point out to the aforementioned crowd that laid siege to their house. Lelouch simply answered that he was intelligent enough to find ways to elude them, and he did but just barely. Though the media and fandom were not as intelligent as he was, they were certainly familiar with his ways due to a certain fictional program. Still, he had escaped and donned in a disguise that would help him not only hide his identity but also blend into the crowd so no one would bat an eye if he walked past, even if Kimihito pulled up the rule about liminals not allowed to roam freely without the escort of the host.

"How could they even tell if I'm a liminal?" Lelouch countered, and Kimihito conceded as well. It wasn't as if Lelouch was overtly liminal like Miia and Papi, and people would not immediately notice at first glance that he was a liminal being unless they were either familiar with the anime or had a second look when someone pointed him out. He may be an anime character in truth, but with a well-planned wardrobe and outfit ensemble, no one would even notice him or even spare him a second glance.

Though there was a slightly more insidious reason why Lelouch offered to do that morning's grocery run, which largely involved not becoming the center of attention of an anxious lamia and harpy who would wonder where their Darling/Boss had went. Even though it had been explained again and again to the latter that he worked part time at a doujinshi shop somewhere in town.

Granted, each time Kimihito had gone to said occupation, Lelouch had given him funds to find any doujins that featured his top three loathed fandom shipping of himself and burn them. He did not need such an idea to propagate any further, even if it is a useless gesture due to the internet-

"OMG! It's Lulu!" A high school girl cried out to her companion.

Lelouch simply slumped in annoyance. Did he need to get plastic surgery to not look like an anime character? He wore fake eyeglasses and a wig for crying out loud! Perhaps he should try to invent that holographic spy mask at the first available opportunity.

He then turned towards the duo of high school girls and, as expected, they wanted a picture. "Okay, but I'm expected back at my homestay so it should be quick-" He walked around the corner and was blindsided by something large and fast. The last thought that crossed his mind before his skull became intimate with a street lamp post was 'Where did that horse come from?'

Once the commotion had calmed down, mainly the panic of the two school girls who accused of the revealed centaur named Centorea Shianus of assault upon Lelouch and the latter's attempt to calm the former down, Lelouch made a call to Smith to 'inquire' why there was a centaur that was running about without a host escort.

"Oh, yeah, Centorea-chan? She's been given special permission to go out alone." Smith answered. "Apparently it's a centaur tradition to go out and look for a 'master' they can serve."

"'Master'?" Lelouch then thought back to both Sayako and Jerimiah from the old world, and then to Kallen as he picked up the scattered groceries. To which the centaur and schoolgirls were more than willing to help. "Do you know what that even means in that context?"

"That's her host family, right?" Lelouch should have known that was to be Smith's answer, with her previous actions in consideration. "While she's abroad, she-" He then heard the smart phone speaker yawn.

"Wait, are- Are you half asleep?"

"Sorry, I'm off duty today." Smith answered. "Can I ask you to take care of her for me?"

"What? Wait, no! I am not qualified for something like this!" His only reply from the cultural exchange coordinator was a 'goodnight' and a screen to indicate that the call has ended.

It was then did Lelouch decide that, unless he absolutely had to accompany Kimihito to errands in town, his host was going outside alone while he stayed at home. He was not going to fall into anymore of this crazy nonsense, especially since his well-planned disguise had yet again failed him.

"I guess one shalt not look too lightly upon Japan's magical spells." Centorea spoke with firm affinity, which only caused the two schoolgirls and Lelouch to look back to the centaur with a puzzled look.

"Pardon me?"

"'If one runs into an intersection and bumps into someone, they are your soulmate'." Centorea recited as the two schoolgirls snickered from the implication. "Tis be an ancient spell, is it not? And to think that my fated one be thee, Prince Lelouch vi Britannia of Code Geass!"

"More like being hit by a bloody car!" Lelouch half growled as the two school girls leaned against a nearby wall in order to stay upon their feet, barely. "I could have died- Eden Vital, I probably did die!"

"I-I see." Centorea half mumbled as she handed the bags of groceries back to Lelouch. "My apologies then, your highness-"

"Also, I'm not a prince. I'm more of an ex-emperor if you recall that death of mine." The immortal half-reminded. "And I have a preference to the surname of Lamperouge. I have forsaken all ties to vi Britannia for, well, obvious reasons. And it is also more likely that I am not your 'fated one'. That's more of a manga cliché at best so it's not true. Granted, I know that sounds quite ironic with me being an anime character and such. But my world, Code Geass, had never followed such tropes."

"Wh-what?!" Centorea exclaimed in shock and disappointment. "Mayhaps I shalt have had toast in my mouth after all…!"

"…Another manga cliché…" Lelouch then shook his head to clear his thoughts as an office lady walked past. "So why are you looking for your soulmate so early in the morning? Do I even NEED to know why?"

However, as the centaur pondered her response, the purse of the office lady was snatched by moped rider. "Move it! Move it! Move it!"

Almost in reflexive response, Centorea grabbed Lelouch out of the way of the moped thief before the anime character would suffer further grievous injuries. "You whoreson…. Committing more crimes art thee…?" It was then did the centaur notice Lelouch pat her sides rapidly and finally noticed that the position of him against her mammaries had ceased his supply of oxygen in the most compromising and inappropriate of ways. Naturally, she pulled away and covered herself. "M-my apologies!"

"You should be apologizing!" One of the schoolgirls complained.

"Yeah, we want to smother Lulu as well!" The other loudly declared their desire rather publicly, much to the chagrin of the former.

"I couldn't even breath…!" Lelouch gasped for a moment when he recalled something he heard earlier. "Wait, I think I've heard of that man..! He's been snatching purses in this area on that moped of his."

"Scary!" One of the schoolgirls noted.

"Somebody should help!" The other schoolgirl added.

"Perhaps it would be most productive to use your smartphones for such tasks rather than for social media alone…." Lelouch mused, though it did not appear that the schoolgirls paid any mind.

"Aye. That man hath flirted against the law and decency of his fellow man without regard. As a member of the esteemed centaur race, I cannot suffer his wanton crime spree!" Centorea then recalled her original objective that morning as she unsheathed her sword. "Upon this blade I vow for his capture and justice be served upon the whoreson!" She then readied her blade as one would imagine how a medieval lord would command their levies.

"However," The centaur then sheathed her blade. "Written into the laws of the Cultural Exchange Bill, I cannot lay a hand of harm upon him, even if it be for just cause. Tis for this reason I sojourn a master to face against such injustice side by side."

"And she says this while violating the Weapons Control Law…" Lelouch mused, largely to himself. Then he found that the centaur had grasped hold of his arm.

"However, fate has not dealt a favorable hand to either of us. Thus, even if thy art not my destined master, the relevance does not sway me from my goal. I shalt have thee accompany me in my task ahead!"

"I can walk by myself!" Lelouch exclaimed as Centorea half-dragged him. Once freed from his grasp, he then gestured to the centaur's back. "Shall I take the assumption that I'm going to ride on your back?"

"Th-the audacity!" The centaur exclaimed with a bright flush upon her face. "For thee to suggest such a proposition is beyond the reach of polite recourse! I be no horse, and thy be no master of mine!" She then turned away in a huff, though she nearly knocked one of the schoolgirls down rage in the maneuver.

"I beg your pardon?" Lelouch was still perplexed from the centaur's recent action.

"Goodness! The magic spells of Japan art not useful in how I hath previously believed!"

"Okay, correct me if I'm wrong. But you are familiar with Code Geass and my place in it, correct?"

"Of course!"

"And you are also familiar in how sub-par my physical prowess is, correct?"

"I hath no time for such riddles!" Centorea asked impatiently. "Speak plainly!"

"Alright, but you ask for it." Lelouch warned. "So then, how am I, a physically inept anime character, supposed to catch up to that moped on my own two feet?"

The two school girls looked between Lelouch and Centorea, who had begun to ponder the implication the anime character had proposed.

"Stop right there!" Centorea called out to the thief once she had caught up with the motorized vandal. "Thou thief! The meek shalt arrest you! Else, Thee shalt drown into the depths of thy crime!" The centaur then brandished her sword. "I shalt have you taste the justice upon the edge of my blade!"

Lelouch, meanwhile, hung unto Centorea's torso for dear life. Though he would ultimately survive any high-speed fall due to the Code, it is understandable that he would not want to come face to face with death repeatedly. He died enough times that day. "Lo! If thee lay but a touch upon me inappropriately, thy shalt be forsaken to the ground!"

"Then slow down!" Lelouch cried out. "Eden Vital! There's barely anything for me to hold onto back here!"

"That horse chick from earlier…?" The moped purse thief mumbled to himself before he declared. "You can't beat my model 36! I'm better off fleeing to live another day!" And with the rev of the moped engine, the thief accelerated away from the centaur.

"I shan't let thee escape!" Centorea declared as she sped up as well.

"Road safety! Road safety!" Lelouch called out as well as both took a turn too sharply for the immortal's comfort zone. "I am in no mood to be roadkill!"

"Do not flail about!" Centorea warned. It was then did the moped thief crash into some water jugs to detour the centaur's pursuit. It was but a simple task for her to use her sword to slice through the containers and out of her way. "T'was too easy a task, villain!"

"D-did nobody tell you anything about white shirts that get wet?!" Lelouch exclaimed just as the centaur noticed her rather revealing predicament and promptly covered herself.

The moped thief then jumped to a lower road to evade capture. "Whoo hoo! Smell ya later, horse bitch!" He taunted with a tall finger salute.

"Such insolence! It be but child's play!" Centorea declared defiantly as she readied herself for the now intimidating jump.

"Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope!" Lelouch nearly shrieked from what the centaur had planned. One to which she had followed through with only a minor hop off the cabin of a commercial truck in the landing of such a great height. The moped thief was surprised for only a moment, surprised that the centaur would not only be so determined, but also daring enough to make the height. A moment was all Centorea needed to threaten the motorized thief with a sword to his neck.

"I shan't let you fly any longer!" She then turned back to Lelouch. "I need thee to be of service to me and capture-" The immortal inadvertedly groped her massive mammaries in an attempt to keep his place upon the centaur's backside. Unsurprisingly, it worked poorly.

"Eden Vital! I'm gonna fall!"

"Wh-where doth thou intend to grab!?" Centorea exclaimed. "Unhand me this instant!"

"Don't move, don't move!" Lelouch called out as the events of the chase culminated to his inability to keep himself upon the centaur, much to Centorea's chagrin as his hands continued to fondle her breasts in failed attempt after failed attempt for stability. "I turn into modern art if I fall!"

"T-thou scoundrel! Art thou actions on purpose?!" Centorea gasped in embarrassment as Lelouch swore not unlike a seasoned sailor of the seas in the days of yore. She then yelped in surprise and ecstasy as she felt another squeeze to her chest. "Whoreson…! Thy climb onto my back and then thou assault me… Thy fate as hero of Code Geass matters not! Doth thou not recall what I hath warned if thee-"

And then it happened. The rough gallop of Centorea's charge was enough to bounce Lelouch up in the air, still grasped upon the fabric of her blouse, and to slam back upon the centaur's backside and reveal her mammaries to the world.

Or at least the moped thief, who lost control of his vehicle long enough to crash into some cardboard boxes and canisters of paint. Not even Lelouch, who soon found sure footing upon Centorea's back, could even miss such a sight. "That's going to leave a mark…" He then noticed that the centaur continued to run, but then is their quarry not subdued?

"You're still running? Don't you think we should stop-" It was then did the immortal notice that Centorea's mind was frozen in shock and embarrassment as the centaur continued to run towards the wall of a warehouse. "….Huh? So this is what a 'Leeroy Jenkins' charge is like." And the two crashed at full centaur speed, with all the chaos and mayhem implied.

Lelouch awoken from the crash, his head abuzz with vertigo and pain from such a sudden halt in velocity. It was then did he notice that the moped thief, covered in paint, approach an unarmed Centorea.

"D-damn you, horse bitch…" The thief growled as he lofted the sword high above for a powerful downward swing. "I'll slice ya into shashimi!"

The powerful blow was blocked by Lelouch's own body as the blade smashed its way through his shirt and several layers of his skin to reveal torn muscle and cracked ribs beneath. All the while Leouch exclaimed "EDEN VITAL! THAT HURT!"

"That's strange…" Smith called through Lelouch's smartphone back at the Kurusu household, with the latter bandaged up from the earlier injury. "To suffer such an injury from a fake sword."

"Yeah well Centorea sliced through some water jugs that one would find at an office, so it's not THAT fake." Lelouch mused sarcastically. "I can't even imagine how worse it would be with an actual sword."

"Well it's one reason why we gave her a fake one." Smith replied. "It would be irresponsible otherwise."

"Well then next time give her a better fake sword- No, wait, make that a worse fake sword." Lelouch corrected.

"So where are you two now?"

"Back at Kimihito's place to get bandages and such." Lelouch answered. "Other than the trama of dying yet again, not much else."

"Trying to catch a thief was a crazy thing to do."

"Like I had much of a choice to begin with." Lelouch countered. "She wanted to chase after that moped after all and with my physical abilities-"

"Moped?"

"Y-y-y-y-y-yes….?" Lelouch cautiously answered as he did not like how the conversation turned.

"You didn't ride her, did you?"

"Please tell me that wasn't one of your innuendos…" Lelouch groaned as he almost anticipated these turns of events based upon past interactions with Smith.

"It might as well be." Smith answered back. "One of the centaur commandments is to 'only let the master you have pledged your life to may ride upon your back'. From her perspective, it's a lot like marriage. If you forced her to let you ride her, it's the equivalent of rape."

"Eden vital, seriously?!" Lelouch exclaimed. "Don't you think you could have told me this info earlier?!"

"A-ah-h-h-h-h! My yakisoba!" Smith cried out suddenly.

"No! Screw your damned yakisoba! You can't just-" All Lelouch heard was a ring tone which signified a disconnected call. It was then did he notice Centorea's presence from the doorframe. With all that had transpired, the immortal could do only one thing:

He kowtowed towards the centaur and prostrated himself. "I can't express how sorry I am, Centorea! If I had known any better, I would have never-"

"Cerea…"

"Come again?" Lelouch looked up as the centaur slowly approached him.

"Call me as Cerea, not as Centorea." The centaur corrected. "Tis be name those close to me use." She then kneeled before Lelouch. "And it be I to apologize unto thee. In my blind, selfish notion of justice, I hath dragged thee unto injury."

"Well it's not something you need to worry yourself sick over." Lelouch reassured Cerea. "I am immortal after all, so you don't have to be so considerate-"

"Nonsense!" Cerea interrupted as she brought his hand to her chest. "Can thou not feel the beating of my heart?! I can sense my destiny, the fate tying us together!"

"Tis written in the myths of ancient Greece! The meeting between the hero Heracles and wise Charon!" Cerea then looked away, her cheeks flushed crimson. "The spells of Japan art impressive indeed..! I truly met the man to be my master. Tis the first time since my arrival to this country- Nay, since I was birth that a man hath sacrificed themselves to protect me." She then looked Lelouch straight into his eye and pledged. "Therefore I, Centorea Shianus, swear fealty unto thee, as thy servant…! Will thy accept my loyalty and devotion..?"

"Wh-who's this?!" Miia exclaimed, at first concerned from the commotion downstairs, but now filled with paranoia from the new arrival.

"Louie, I'm hungry!" Papi demanded, yet again mispronounced Lelouch's nickname as she followed the lamia into the living room.

"It's 'Lelouch' Papi."

"Wh-who art these women, Master?!" Cerea inquired forcefully.

Kimihito then entered the room with a yawn. "What's going on-" He then saw and felt the atmosphere of the lamia, harpy, immortal, and now a centaur. He was unsure of what just happened, but he instinctively knew that he should perform a tactical retreat. He then recalled a jest Lelouch had spoken the other day. "My name's Paul, and this is between y'all." He turned to leave.

"Don't leave me with this!" Lelouch exclaimed.

"Are you hurt, Lulu?!" Miia then noticed the bandages upon Lelouch's torso.

"'Lulu'?!" Cerea inquired once more.

"Boss! I'm hungry!" Papi declared once more.

Soon enough, the demihuman liminals were at the dinner table, mired in a heated debate on what was considered proper decorum and respect to both their host Kimihito and Cerea's master Lelouch. While this raged, the two lone men of the house simply observed the scene before them.

"You DID go out to get the groceries, right?" Kimihito inquired.

"That WAS the plan, yes." Lelouch answered.

"So how did you come back with a centaur as a servant?"

"Like always, blame Smith."

"That explains most of it." There was a pregnant pause before Kimihito spoke again. "So how does it feel to have a centaur servant?"

"Personally I'm split between her, a cyborg bodyguard, and a super maid kunoichi." Lelouch replied.

"Good point." Then after another pregnant pause, Kimihito inquired. "Speaking of which, how do we work out the housework between them?"

Lelouch's reply? "Be my guest."

And that's a wrap! Yes, Centorea's one of two, possibly three pairings for Lelouch and I'm pretty sure a good chunk of you can feel a Jerimiah Gottwald vibe from her-

Ugh! I just got an image of a gender bent Jerry. Never good for one's sanity…

Anywho, this should be enough of a clue for some of you to start guessing on whom the other two lucky liminal'll be for our little Lulu here. Speculate, theorize, see how close you can get to what I had in mind. Who knows? I might actually consider it with a good enough argument.

And for those of you familiar with the original MonMusu manga/anime, you know what the next chapter will entail and considering this break in canon, who knows what might happen in that house? I'll let you know when I figure that one out myself.

For those of you who are not? Let's just say squick logic's involved back in canon.

As always, flames and brutally honest reviews are not tolerated. As seen in previous chapters, not only am I capable of cyberbullying myself, but I also have fictional characters that will probably hurt me plenty if given the right excuse so it's pretty much redundant- NO! Suu, off! Bad touch! Bad touch! Bad-