Audacity Chapter 3
**I've been doing nothing but thinking about this chapter all day, as a result I expect it to be far more fluent than previous chapters. Also prepare yourself for the introduction of the remainder of the characters who are on the student counsel. *WARNING I do intend for there to be lemons in this story, and if this is a no-no for you, I apologize because I believe they will be a rather pivotal part of the story* You can honestly expect my character to abuse his Geass in not only unique but also cliché ways**
I sat across from a Geassed Milly in the Student Council room. I have learned a great deal from this girl; as it turned out she had more knowledge than I had previously anticipated: particularly her circle of knowledge pertaining to the alias, 'Lelouch Lamperouge,' and my actual heritage, 'Lelouch Vi Britannia.' I accepted the fact that the identity in my back pocket was fabricated, because of that I now had a solid identity. I opted to move on to a more in-depth history of the country to which I'm a prince of- scratch that- ex-prince.
"Tell me about this country: 'Britannia'," I ordered. Her dull gaze shifted towards me in recognition.
"Britannia… a monarchy led by Charles Zi Britannia… an empire that started out by-" I cut her off with a wave of my hand.
"I'm not interested in the archaic history; just tell me things I'll need to know in order to understand the country that I live in. You've already stated their government system, so next tell me about their military might, etiquettes and procedures." Milly nodded slightly and continued the lesson.
"Britannia controls over one-third of the planet's land mass and population; their militaries are praised by their own as being the most efficient fighting force on the planet along with having the most advanced knightmare frames in production; The sheer size of the army makes it so-"
"Stop," I stated plainly. "What is a knightmare?"
"Knightmare…also known as humanoid autonomous armored Knight, abbreviated as KMF."
So this body has learned how to pilot these .. Knightmares. Class D piloting license, whatever that means.
"They stand several meters tall, weigh many tons, and have large automatic weapons."
It would appear Ms. Ashford's knowledge of this weapon does not get technical… Time to move on then.
"Tell me about the student council. I already know that both you and I are in it, but I would like a more formal knowledge of the remaining members. Also, please tell me my class sche-" I was interrupted by the door being flung open and a blue haired boy waltzing in, followed by an orange haired woman with a figure that could rival Milly's. And shortly afterward, a brown haired young lady arrived, who was short in stature and appeared to be equally short in confidence, judging by how she held her book bag over her chest in an almost protective manner.
Shit, I thought. Are these the remaining members of the Council?
I was unable to finish my mental inquiry because the redhead immediately spouted some nonsense at me.
"Lulu! You're here early." She said cheerfully while she wagged her finger at me, "did the Prez have to drag you here this morning to make sure you'd actually attend?"
"More than likely. You know how Lelouch is, Shirley," the blue hair boy chimed in with a friendly tone.
Shit, they might notice that Milly is acting differently; I have to get her to act like her normal self again. The command was for her to obey me, so if I order her to act like her usual self until I give her another order, I think things should stay up north.
I quickly got up and leaned over to the subdued president and whispered.
"Act as your usual self until further notice."
Shortly after I did this, she blinked her eyes several times as if to clear her head. She then looked up at me, noticing how close we are.
Her only response was. "What?"
The blue haired boy, who I believed would become a nuisance, slid over next to Milly.
"What's up, Lelouch got a secret?" He coupled with a mischievous grin, "care to share it?"
I smirked; if only he had an idea of the secret I currently held within me. Not even I fully understood it.
"What on earth makes you think I'll give it up." I said smiling almost arrogantly. The boy then crouched down playfully as if he was about to pounce on me. My body perceived that as the signal to let instincts take control.
"I guess I'll just force it out of you!" He shouted as he jumped at me. Despite his words having nothing but a playful meaning behind them, I couldn't help but move into a defensive stance and grab him by his left arm as he attempted to pounce on me. I twisted the appendage behind his back while rotating my own body and forced him against the wall, taking full notice of my lack of physical strength. Nonetheless, with him in a hold of this nature, he would have no choice but to comply with whatever movements I made.
"I think not…" I trailed off smugly. The blue haired boy attempted to break my hold, and as a result I applied more pressure to his elbow joint towards the wrong direction.
"OW, OW! OKAY! I give." He said in defeat. Acknowledging his surrender, I released him and backed up several steps.
"Geez man, when did you become a ninja?" Said the girl, who I believed was named Shirley , and Milly began laughing. Even the blue haired boy laughed at himself. I allowed myself a short smile before thinking.
Good, she appears to be back to her cheerful self, not that I know too much about her actual character.
"So Rivalz…" Milly started. "If you're done being beaten up by Lelouch, could you hand me those budget printouts I asked you to make yesterday?" The boy Rivalz walked over to his previously discarded bag and produced a stack of papers that was surprisingly thick.
"Here ya go Prez." Rivalz said almost enthusiastically as he offered the papers to Milly. She then produced a small sly smile that could almost be misinterpreted as seductive.
"I'm not going to do all that. Pass it out evenly." Rivalz nodded and sectioned out a few of the papers to give to Milly. After handing a few to her, he turned and counted out some to hand to Shirley, who had moved in closer to receive her share.
I'm not that fond of paperwork to begin with, and if it is supposed to be the budget for the student Council, I certainly can't do it. Not with my limited circle of knowledge at the moment.
I noticed the door was still slightly open. I quickly made my way towards it and slipped through the frame, returning it to the same slightly closed position after I reached the other side. I then proceeded to make a dash down the hallway towards the double doors I attempted to walk through earlier. Successfully making it to and through the doors, I continued to walk into what appeared to be a courtyard.
I need to find a computer, preferably on this campus that is connected to the Internet. Using that, I can gather more information not only about myself, but about the layout of this campus and possibly my classes.
I strolled through the courtyard and happened upon a young man sitting on one of the many benches lining the sidewalk. He had blonde hair, and somewhat of medium stature and height. He was reading a book with an English title, though I didn't waste my time reading it.
"Excuse me?" I asked bringing him up from his literature.
"Hmm? Yes?" he asked politely, not quite understanding the situation.
{" Throw your book as far as you possibly can, and in 30 seconds from now forget I ever spoke to you."}
This test will determine not only how many times I can use Geass on a subject, but also if the subject is able to understand and count time while under the influence of my Geass and while performing an action at the same time.
I smiled at my ability to kill many birds with one stone, or in this case, Geass. The blonde haired boy stood, closed his book, and pulled back his arm and shoulder with the book in hand, he hurled it with all the strength he could muster across the courtyard. The dull looking red rims removed to themselves from his eyes quickly afterward.
"Hey, what's going on?" With my power still activated, I made another attempt at commanding.
"Can you {do a handstand}? I'm trying to learn how to do one myself." The young man smiled awkwardly.
"No, sorry. I can't. I don't know how to do one myself…"
Giving no further sign of continuing the conversation, I walked off towards the main body of what I assumed was the school. I didn't worry about the boy per my original Geass command; he should forget me very quickly.
It would appear this power can only be used once per person… I just have to make it count. I suppose making everyone follow the command 'obey me' will be sufficient as long as every time I'm done giving the Commands, l just order them to go back to the way they were before. Once they're done accomplishing what I asked them to do, of course.
Despite after finding what many would consider a serious limitation upon my power, I grinned evilly. I only needed to use it once per person to stay permanent… hopefully. I would have to wait and see how long my Geass command on Milly lasted, or for that matter, if it was still in effect.
Shit, I almost forgot. I need to find a way to turn this off; that way I don't accidentally use it on someone in casual conversation.
I smirked while thinking of me accidentally telling someone to go jump in a ditch, or go kill themselves and them actually doing it. What did I do to activate it the first time around? …oh right, all I did was think about it.
I focused on my left eye again as if searching for some sort of hidden muscle, taking only a few brief seconds to find something out of place. I found a synopsis to my brain that wasn't in my right eye; I tugged on it mentally and I could almost feel the power dissipate. I walked up to one of the many windows in order to view my reflection. I saw myself- better yet, what I had to force to believe was myself. I continued to stare at the mirror. As I did this, a thought occurred to me.
Let's see how fast I can turn it on.
It didn't even take a second. Once I thought about turning my Geass on and actually committed to the feeling. Pausing for a brief moment to think over the specs of my weapon once more, I realized that I needed eye contact in order to cast my Geass, but I also needed them to hear what I say. That would mean there might be limited range which I would need for my contact to be relevant.
But since I only need eye contact… wouldn't that mean I can use it on myself while looking in a mirror or other refracting surface? Would it be possible to force myself to remember? Considering this power obviously affects the mind directly?
I determined I would use myself as a guinea pig later on. I needed to find out who ran the establishment and bend him to my will. I made my way into the main body of the school, walking along until I found an open classroom. I noticed that the classrooms had no numerical or alphabetizing format of any kind. The residence was simply stated by the subject of which the classroom was based around and the name of the instructor. I walked into the open classroom and noticed the teacher sitting at a desk.
Perfect, someone with both knowledge of the layout and other staff members. I walked up to the front of the desk in order to acquire the teacher's attention. The teacher, whose name I discovered was Vincent Smith, turned away from his computer to look up at me.
"May I help you," he asked, as if expecting something trivial to be asked of him. After being certain that I had at least had partial eye contact with him, I activated my Geass.
{" Obey me"} Once again, it was my incredibly simplistic but all-powerful command. Mr. Smith's features went slack, as I had come to expect. He then nodded slightly in confirmation.
"Good…" I started, "now take me to the man in charge of this school. Once we're there, you may return to your classroom and continue your business as usual until I present you with another order." Once again, Smith nodded signifying that the command had been accepted and understood. "Oh, and also, who is in charge: what is the name?" I asked this just for the sake of information.
{"Ruben Ashford."} He replied in a plain as gray tone. Smith then proceeded to stand, and I followed. He led me through a series of hallways until eventually the student body which populated the hallways became more and more sparse. He stopped at a large, intricate and fashionably carved wooden door. On a side note, it appeared to be made of stained oak.
"We are done here Mr. Smith. You may return back to your standard activities until further notice." I waved him off not really caring what happened to him next, as long as he didn't drag me down into trouble or something. I opened the door as if I owned them, walked in, and closed it behind me.
"Excuse me Mr. Ashford, Sir?" I started out being calm and cautious. For all I knew, this guy might be wearing sunglasses indoors, and I feared that might interfere with my Geass. What I saw was an old man whose hair was a carbon copy of Milly's aside from the length of course. He appeared to be working on a piece of stationery with an archaic-looking fountain pen. In his wrinkled features, he looked up to meet my younger, sharper ones. It was clear to me that this man often had quite a bit of stress on his mind, yet still managed to maintain a set of healthy laugh lines. He wore no sunglasses, which I did not find surprising, considering how absurd the worry had previously been.
"Mr. Lamperouge." He smiled genuinely. "What can I do for you today? Oh, and how is Nunnally doing?" I then remembered what Milly had told me while under the Geass I had cast upon her. Even knowing full well this man was of both honorable intent and dignified stature, while still being a caring, loving, and cheerful human being, it almost made me feel bad for Geassing him.
"Oh, Nunnally is just fine. In fact, she seemed quite lively this morning. And as for what I came here for, I need you to {obey me}." Apparently 'almost' wasn't good enough to stop me. I froze for a brief moment.
Why the fuck did I do this again? I mean, sure it's great to have the leader of this establishment in my back pocket so to speak, but my profile and permanent record are rather useless considering they are fabricated… I guess I'm just covering my bases. I'll just have to find out what happened to my memory using some other means.
I decided to have another go at pilfering information from my computer- correction, Christopher Matthews's computer. But that would have to wait until I got back to what I had recently learned was my place of residence. Just then I had a beyond-evil, borderline sadistic thought. Had I actually had a morality, conscience, sense of chivalry, or self-respect, I might not have done this. However, none of those things were in my possession at that point in time.
"Mr. Ashford…" His Geassed attention was on me. "I wish for you to print out the pictures, names, contact information, class schedules, and overall whereabouts of the top 10 most beautiful and/or attractive female students in this Academy."
{"Understood, if you'll please wait a moment I'll have it for you in a minute or two."} I was a little surprised that had been the most drawn-out response I had ever received without directly asking a question.
I suppose the responses and confirmations to my orders will differ depending on the person's social class and vocabulary…
This made sense to me in my mind's eye. After all, if I could believe my Geass was working (which it was), I could believe something as personalized as that would coincide to a person's mindset. My mind couldn't help but be drawn back to the computer sitting on… my desk back in my dorm room. The name on the profile was Christopher Matthews; therefore, the owner of the computer must be that same person, meaning that that person on the video was the original owner. I couldn't help but feel like I knew the original owner in more depth than anyone else…
It might actually correlate directly with my memory loss… that settles it, when I get back to the dorm I'm going to attempt to Geass my memories back into myself.
I couldn't help but wonder what might happen if I gave the command 'obey me' to myself. I quickly decided against it on account of it might force me to become a slave to quick thoughts and/or impulses. I decided I would stick to questions.
Wait… After I told Mr. Smith to return to his everyday habits, I didn't tell him act normal… That means he is operating as if I never Geassed him, but still remembers me Geassing him? That could cause some problems if I need to interact with him or others like him normally. Nothing brings up questions like "hey buddy what was up with you randomly telling me to obey you earlier,"or something like that.
Being the paranoid bastard that I was, I decided to do a quick touch and go by his classroom in order to confirm it, and if necessary, remedy the situation. I was prevented from thinking about anything Mr. Smith-related for a brief moment as I was interrupted by Mr. Ashford who stood before me presenting to me a piece of paper. I took it and noticed it was still warm from the printer.
{"Here you are Mr. Lamperouge, just as you requested."} Ruben Ashford then proceeded to walk back to his desk and continue whatever he was writing on. I looked at the piece of paper in my hand and immediately recognized some of the faces, which I found amusing considering the state of my memory.
There was no numbering system. Surprisingly amongst the ten I picked up some familiar people; Milly Ashford as well as Shirley, who apparently had the last name Fenette. The rest of the faces and names I did not recognize, which didn't startle me.
"Thank you, I'll be leaving now. You may continue on as usual until I give further notice." I paused.
"Also, forget this ever happened." Much like the others, Ruben simply nodded in confirmation as I left through the large oak door, shutting it less than quietly. I ambled my way back towards Mr. Smith's classroom, guiding myself with memory alone which, despite the fact that I put very little faith in it, proved to turn out just fine. However, I was presented with another obstacle once I reached the still open door of Mr. Vincent Smith, who on a side note was a physics teacher. The classroom was now full of students who appeared to be diligently working, or slacking off in some cases (not that I blamed them).
Great, how should I play this? I can't just walk in there; that would cause a lot of unnecessary attention. And the last thing I want is someone to recognizing me and start trying to pull up a conversation…
I looked to the piece of paper in my hand and felt the quick spark of an idea forming. I then stood there for a moment feeding that spark into a full-blown flame. When said flame had become strong enough to withstand the unknowing wind known as obstacles, I proceeded with it. I leaned in on the doorframe, knocking several times loudly to get his attention. Unfortunately, I also acquired the attention of the vast majority of the class… well, those who weren't sleeping.
"May I help you Mr.…" My eyes flashed a dangerous type of glee as I realized he didn't know who I was. Despite the fact I had just then proved to myself the memory altering effects of my Geass, I still needed to follow through with the rest of my operation in order to not look like an idiot.
"Lamperouge." I stated."I have some information here from Mr. Ashford that I need to bring to your attention… In private, if you please." Smith stood up with a slightly worried expression but quickly replied with.
"Sure…" He walked over past the doorframe as I stood 3 or 4 feet away from the open door. Just to double check and confirm my already confirmed suspicion, I asked.
"Do you remember me coming in earlier this morning?" Mr. Smith shook his head obediently. Perfect,I thought. Not bothering to activate my Geass again, I gave another order.
"Wait until I am out of sight then return to your classroom and act as if I never came by… This I order you." I added that last part on just to be thorough. I watched with slight anticipation of his next actions.
{"Understood."} Once again, his flat reply confirmed. I walked away smiling happily for I now knew both the specs of my weapon and where to begin the search for my memories in depth. Or it could have been the list of soon-to-be playthings, if not both. On a side note, I realized I should've added the cup size for the listed girls as well…
"Guess I'll be having a few more surprises… but I should sleep on it before I do anything." I said aloud not caring if anyone heard or understood my illegitimate intent. Truly, I was a terrible human being, but that wouldn't stop me. In fact, it would only ease the affects that the abuse of my Geass had on my conscience… if any.