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Ch. 3

Leabella 10 (3rd POV)

"So," Marko Sakovich kneeled down to Leabella's height from where she was sitting in a chair. "You're Britannia's little Princess."

She glared at him sticking her nose up and hmphing. Marko raised an eyebrow at Richard who was sitting beside the girl. She had been here for a week already, and it was apparent that she wasn't going to talk to anyone other than the thirteen year old looking boy. Marko frowned. The girl was being difficult. Surely, she would know a little on how the Britannian military works. If he could get information out of her it would be beneficial to Belarus. But she wasn't budging, and Richard was a lost cause when it came to sharing information.

Time for the nice guy approached! Marko tried his best to smile kindly and said, "Are you hungry? I'm sure all R.R brings you are cookies." As a response, Richard glared at him.

Leabella didn't speak for a while as a scrutinized the Belarusian president. "No," she pointed at Richard, "I had to kick him in the leg to get him to bring me real food." Marko laughed. So, the girl knew how to get what she wanted. That might prove to be very helpful or troublesome in the future.

"Okay," Marko started, "Is there anything else that you want?"

"To go home," Leabella said quickly crossing her arms and pouting.

Marko frowned, "Anything else?"

Leabella mulled on it for a moment and then smirked. Leaning forward she said, "You want to know I really want?"

Marko brightened at the princess taking the bait, "Yes."

Richard raised an eyebrow as he watched his young contractor activate her geass, and the man slacked some in his crouch. Richard looked at Leabella's concentrated face as she moved though the president's mind finding the memories in his subconscious that she wanted.

'Sir,' a man in a uniform said respectfully to the president, 'R.R. has returned.' As the unknown man saluted and walked out, the small boy in a dark red cloak strode in.

'So,' Marko started, 'How was the trip?'

Richard scowled taking a seat in an armchair, 'Irritating. It seems that brat doesn't know how to do things civilly.'

'What do you mean?' Marko asked raising an eyebrow.

'He's growing more and more irate of the empress. If this continues, I think he might actual do something to her,' Richard growled. 'If he does that there's no saying what that other fool will do with her kids.'

'I'm sure you already have a plan,' Marko said expectantly.

Richard sighed, cracking his knuckles irritably, 'Well, if one good thing came out of this trip, it's that he has no trouble in giving me what I want. The thing is he's not willing to cooperate for the boy because he supposedly has plans for him.'

Marko didn't exactly know how to decipher the boy's words, and he didn't try to. If there was one thing he knew it was not to anger the immortal.

It was late, and Marko was in his office waiting for word on the operation.

After a few moments, Richard walked through the door in his usual military uniform looking relieved. 'We've got her,' Richard said, but then suddenly his demeanor became depressed, 'but, we couldn't get the others…'

'What happened?' Marko asked a bit surprised by the boy's actions. He had never seen this side of Richard. So distressed.

Richard gritted his teeth, 'That bastard pulled the other two into his plan,' he began pacing, 'Marianne was killed like he wanted, or at least I think so…Nunnally was injured from what I saw. No one found out where Lelouch is. They probably sent him to the main palace, though.'

Leabella 12 (1st POV)

"You do know you don't have to come with me," I stated as Richard walked with me down the hall towards the elevator.

"Please, with your arrogance, you're bound to piss off one of them," Richard said pushing the button to the elevator. He was wearing a fairly new military uniform since he had recently been promoted. I had one too, but I didn't really care to wear it. At the moment I was wearing a plain blue dress that Richard had managed to get me when he went out of the base.

"Are you worried about me?" I mocked.

"Oh course not; Marko is finally going to take you to public event next week, so we don't need you with bruises." I stayed quiet. He had a point. Whenever he had left me alone, anything I did for entertainment included some military officer getting irritated. Now, Marko was forced to say I was one of his relatives to get the officers to lie off. And now, because of that excuse, it caught the public's-namely nobility's- attention that President Sakovich had a cute little niece running around the military base. The only way Marko got me to agree to go to the stupid ball was he was holding the treat of troops over my head. Multiplicative jerk...

We came upon our desired floor and walked towards the room that was holding my new soldiers.

"You really don't have to come…" I grumbled, but he ignored me, simply walking into the room. I sighed walking in a few moments after him. The room was apparently a workout room. Lining one of the walls was a variety of dumb bells. In one corner was a set of punching bags. At the center of the room was a group of men lounging. Some were simply standing while others were sitting or lying on the floor fatigued. They all seemed to be in their early twenties.

One of them shot up from his position of lying on the floor, "What the hell are a bunch of kids doing here?" I frowned.

"You are all part of squad Q13, yes?" Richard asked finding a folding chair and taking a seat. To their nods, Richard said, "Great," he then pointed to me, "she is now your commanding officer."

"What!?" the man said- in Japanese I noted. I narrowed my eyes, "What the hell does a kid know about the military?" I gritted my teeth as another spoke up, "Yeah, and who are you kids anyways?"

"You may call me R.R. And she is Leabella," Richard said taking his magically hidden cookie bag.

"Leabella? R.R.? What kind of names are those?" The first who had spoken said annoyingly.

"Well, I'm from Spain," Richard said blankly, "And her mother made it up." I looked over at Richard. What? How did he know that?

"Huh," one of them said. Then the first one to speak spoke up in Japanese, "What kind of joke is this? A kid can't command troops."

"I'll have you know," I snapped facing him and speaking in Japanese too. He had his arms crossed before his chest with an eyebrow raised in entertainment though I could tell he was surprised at hearing speak Japanese. Some of the others blinked, not expecting me to know their tongue. "If you wouldn't have been selected for this squadron, you would have been dead in a battle field by now," he blinked, "And no one would have cared because you would just be suicide knightmares."

"Wait," one behind him spoke in Britannian. He looked more collected then the other brute, "You mean, everyone else that enlisted is…"

"As per my request, I was granted two dozen men. I can do whatever I please with you lot till I find it fit that you need to be taken into battle," I said returning to my first language.

"So, for the time being what are we going to do?"

I smirked, "You're all going to train to become knightmare pilots," I pointed up at the one in front of me. He seemed to cool down was he was still glaring at me, "Now, you. What's your name?"

He smirked, "My name is Yuuto," he leaned down so that he was nose to nose with me. I glared at him, "And I will call you nothing other than Brat."

I smiled turning away from him, only looking at him through the corner of my eye, "Good, then I'll call you 'Unko.'" *

Leabella 16 (3rd POV) Sunday afternoon

"C'mon you can do better than that!" Yuuto yelled as he blocked kick after kick from Leabella aimed to the face. Right after the comment she sent a solid side thrust to his chest, knocking him over.

Isao, Eiji, and Suzaku was watching as one after another, the men would charge after Leabella, and she would go defensive then offensive in a matter of moments. Isao just observed unemotionally. Eiji watched in amazement that such a young girl was taking men practically a foot taller than her without getting tired. Sure Leabella was sweating, but she wasn't breathing hard and her hits weren't getting softer after twenty minutes of continuous sparing. Suzaku was grinning with excitement. It took him everything to not jump in too. He watched as after a few exchanges of hits one man would back away and another would come out from behind or to the side of Leabella. Though, he was blushing too, and so was Eiji. Leabella, who was pouncing around the training mats, was in a normal tank was showed her curves with some black short shorts for optimum movement. Her hair was up, and her bangs were loose. The only other thing she was wearing was a pair of arm wraps.** Definite eye candy for the teenage boys.

Suddenly Leabella ran towards the three. Suzaku was already prepared, but Eiji was caught off guard. However, Leabella sent a kick the Isao's head which he blocked. Instantly the older of the three prepared for the more oncoming attacks giving Eiji time to prepare as Leabella weaved under one of Isao's wide swing punches, effectively jabbing him at his side with her elbow. Eiji ducked from the first kick, blocked the first round of punches, and actually manage to knock the Princess to the floor with a kick to her gut, but he ended up sprawled on the floor when she countered with a windmill kick.

Suzaku had managed to move away from where he was initially while Leabella was going after the other newbies, and now, he was at the center of the room where the original sparing had begun. All the men from Leabella's original squad were watching in entertainment.

The two sixteen-year-olds eyed each other. Suzaku had his hands up at the ready. Leabella smirked looked around at everyone's position. After a moment of silence, Leabella dove into the collective group of her soldier instantly disappearing. Suzaku blinked searching for any movement within the throng. Then a flying spine kick Leabella from behind sent him hitting the mat hard. He was about to get up when a firm purple toe nail painted foot planted itself on his chest. He looked up Leabella, though she didn't look at him.

"Alright," Leabella said sternly, "Everyone outside to the track."

Masanori spoke up, "We can use the track?"

Leabella rolled her eyes, "I got it for an hour."

"But," Yuuto said stepping forward. "Isn't it also used for general training today? Anybody from the military can be there."

The girl sighed, "If anyone's there, they'll either have to deal with running around some Japanese, or they can gladly leave." Leabella then stepped off Suzaku's chest, smirking, "Questioning orders again, Unko?" Most of the men were already out heading to the track, even Isao and Eiji.

Yuuto groaned, walking over to help Suzaku up, muttering, "Brat."

Jeremiah Gottwald was having a refreshing jog on the field of the old military base. Even if the base was old, the field was still in use. He liked coming here on his days off- as did others who had their day off on general training day- to see some of the newbies train. The last group had just left about ten minutes ago, so he was wondering when the next one would come out. "Maybe there isn't a group for this hour? Odd," the man said to himself a little too soon.

"Da~amn! This is way better than the field back in Belarus," he heard an accented voice say at the entrance of the field. Wait…did they say Belarus?

Jeremiah turned to see who it was when another one from the group groan, "Bella's gonna work our butts off here. It's so big."

The military officer stopped to frown at the newcomers. One spoke up again, "Oh c'mon. You're in the military deal with it." Jeremiah narrowed his eyes, and then blinked. They all looked like Elevens. What were so many elevens doing in a Britannian military base? There was no way there was that many elevens in the military, but they were all wearing the military work out suits. Who authorized so many of them in the military? And another thing, where was their commanding officer!?

Jeremiah walked up to them, "Hey, what are you lot doing here?"

"Eh," one spoke, "There's someone here?"

"It's Sunday, so it's general training day," another said, "We've already spoke about this, baka. Most officers come here since it's free to others on Sundays."

"I asked a question," Jeremiah growled. "I won't hesitate to have you reported."

"For what?" one asked, "We're here to work out."

"Alone?" the Britannian spat. "Who gave you clearance?"

"Clearance? What the hell's that? And today's general training, so we don't need whatever that it."

"Idiots! Who's your commanding officer. I'm going to have you all plowing fields when I'm done wi-"

"Excuse me." A voice interrupted Jeremiah from behind him.

"How dare you interrupt…" The man turned on the voice but stopped in his tracks when he saw a warily familiar face. The dark wavy hair tied up but missing the signature yellow ribbon. Why, she looked like the splitting image of a youthful Lady Marianne! Well, except for those eyes...She glared at him. "Who are you?" he asked dumbfound.

"Guys," she said looking through him at her men, "Start doing laps." The group moved to the track and started. Yuuto and Suzaku lagged eyeing her. "That means you too," she said turning to them and then the group of men already half way around the field, "And don't stop till I tell you!"

"I said, Who. Are. You." Jeremiah growled at Leabella. He didn't care if this person was practically Lady Marianne's reincarnate. She was rude!

Leabella turned to him. She looked up and down of him before looking at his face for a good long while, but still, she didn't speak.

"I asked you a question," Jeremiah spat, "I'm going to have you reported for your unsightly choice of apparel and your blatant insubordination."

"Ha! That's a good one," Leabella laughed mockingly, "Man, it's been a while since someone's pulled rank on me. I certainly didn't expect it when I came here. People can be so stupid."

Now, the princess's men were already close to a mile, but Yuuto and Masanori had stopped around the third lap to eye the growing irritated military man.

"I am Margrave Jeremiah Gottwald, and YOU are going to spend the rest of you're life rotting in a cell along with the rest of your little group of parasites," Jeremiah growled as he reached for the girl.

"Lea!" Yuuto yelled when he saw the man grab the princess by the arm gruffly moving to restrain her. Masanori and he sprinted towards the two easily restraining the man before he could do more to the girl.

"Unhand me, filthy heathens!" Jeremiah yelled. Now the rest of the group had surrounded them. Jeremiah yelled and grunted cursing himself for going to the secluded base where no one would help him, but silently blessing it so that no one see his disgracefulness. He stopped his resistance the second a boot clad foot landed on his gut taking his breath.

Leabella looked at the red growing mark on her arm glaring at it. "Yuuto," she muttered, and as if hearing her thoughts he lifted the Margrave's head by his hair so that the man looked up at the princess. Leabella then spoke finally fully addressing the military officer, "Margrave Jeremiah Gottwald," said man met the girl's violet eyes, "You dare try to out rank me?" he glared, "Please, I am a Princess, that's impossible."

"Princess?!" Jeremiah exclaimed, "Lies!"

Again a kick was sent at him quickly cutting him off, "The last kick was for disrespecting my men, and this one is for simply being an eye sore. Impudent fool, I am Leabella vi Britannia." Jeremiah's eyes widened. A vi Britannia? How!? They were all dead! She looked to her men, "Let him go." Suddenly the Margrave landed harshly on the grown.

"Leabella?" Yuuto asked as the princess walked towards the entrance.

"You all are to run the track for the rest of the hour. Once done you all are dismissed." The rest of the group went about following orders except for Yuuto. He followed the princess.

Jeremiah slowly lifted himself from the ground absently rubbing the boot abused area at his abdomen. He look at the group of men running and scowled. He straightened himself and started for the entrance. Just as he enter the hallway leading down to the small connection tunnel between the old and new base the Margrave paused. "Leabella vi Britannia..." he muttered and blinked, "Lady Marianne had twins...!" Jeremiah wipped around to look back where he came from. Lady Marianne's last decedent had been right in from of him! And, he got on her bad side...

Leabella was now in her office with the lights off, fully aware of the man behind her, eyeing her form the door way. She was looking at her new military uniform. Being a princess and a future political and military officer, she was able to have her and her troops' uniforms custom made.

It was a royal green suit like outfit. The darker green jacket collar opened up like a blazer and went down to the first button that started at the bottom of her bust. There were thick cuffs-matching the collar- on the sleeves that would make her wrists accented that had gold buttons. Under the jacket was a black pressed body armor shirt that was lined with a gold design about the collar that hugged the throat. The pants were fitted and had a belt that held a holster for her gun and another for a knife. Just next to the pants was a pair of black boots that went up to just above her knees.

"You know," Yuuto said finally walking into the room. "I've seen you throw your rank around from time to time back in Belarus, but this was the first time I've seen you use the title of a princess. It was like seeing a new you. Aggressive, unemotional…"

"That's what I am here. That's how I have to act here. In Belarus, I had practically full reign on everything. Here, it's dangerous. People will turn on you just because of what you say or to what family you're born into. You have to assert yourself," Leabella said softly running her hands along the gold buttons on her uniform collar.

"To that extent?"

Leabella frowned turning to him getting angry, "What would you have had me do? Allow him to insult you guys further? Couldn't you see how much of a bigot he was?"

"Of course I could, but as a Britannian princess, shouldn't you be on their side?" Yuuto snapped back.

"Like I care," Leabella scoffed looking away, "All my life, I've been criticized. 'Fool's daughter' 'Commoner princess' 'Unruly child' What does being called a sympathizer matter then?" Leabella gritted her teeth, "There's going to be more people like him- who degrade the Japanese. I don't care how many hits I take, but the moment someone lashes out at the Japanese-at my men, I'm going to strike back."

Yuuto was quiet for some time before speaking, his voice was now low and settled, "Alright, I won't argue with you about that anymore." He walked up to her, lifting his hand to ruffle her hair to her annoyance, "But, remember, you've been called 'The Little Miracle Worker,' 'Belarus's Wrath,' 'Squad Q13's Savior.' Those other names were given to you from some bitter nobles. These names were given to you by the people that care about you and who fear you."

Leabella smiled as Yuuto started walking out, "Thanks, Yuuto."

Lelouch 16 Sunday morning

Lelouch cursed typing furiously on his laptop in the student council room. It was early Sunday morning, and the sun was just barely peeking through the window.

"Lelouch?" said boy jumped from his seat. He looked up to see Milly, peeking her head through the door before stepping in. "You're up early…"

"Never went to sleep," Lelouch deadpanned creasing to type from lack of concentration. He eyed a manila folder in Milly's grasp. "What's that?"

She handed him the file before exclaiming, "What were you doing last night?!"

"I'm going through the military base system," he shook off Milly's 'EH!?' of shock as he opened the file. He narrowed his eyes. It was Isabella's record. "Isabella Lamperouge, heh."

"I didn't know till last night. I was prohibited from looking at her forms yesterday when she was here. Father didn't tell me anything till dinner, but… you seem like you already knew."

"Yeah," Lelouch said closing the file. "She told me yesterday just as she left."

"So," Milly started, "Why are you looking into the military system?"

"I need to found out what this girl's rank is and what division she's in in the military. If she's in intelligence, I'm really in trouble. Depending on who her commanding officer is that can give me a clue as to why she's here. But, with every squadron or division, there is a pass code needed, so cracking each one is troublesome and time consuming. They go by alphabet and number. In total there's about thirty-seven in area eleven."

"Where are you at right now?" Milly asked. She sat down across the table from him leaning against her palm uncharacteristically.

"I just went through Q03. It was just a simple engineering unit that's due to transfer here within a month. The good thing is, the squads in this Area are a bit scattered around, since some of the division heads or commanding officers use the same squad name they had in the main land or they just have a preference. I have five left: Q13, R00, T74, X07, and Z01," Lelouch said opening the new file for the next squad. He quickly continued typing various things as he tried to crack the code.

"Well, at least you're almost done," Milly said, "Do you know what the squads are related to?"

"This one is a small combat unit with just twenty five participants, but you can never be too safe. Plus, this squad was just added into system a little less than a week ago, so this very well may be it," Lelouch firmly pressed the enter the button. Out came the standard military file that Leabella had made when she arrived at Area 11.

"Well, don't regular military files get transferred from the main land? So, then Isabella would be in an older squad if she was a military officer and the new sub-viceroy's advisor. Just because she said she was stationed here a week ago, doesn't mean she joined the military that soon," Milly mused.

"Yuuto Aoki…Japanese?" Lelouch muttered softly ignoring her to focus on the file. He was the first on the screen with a photo shot, description, and rank as 2nd Lieutenant and Knightmare pilot. What? Since when do non-purebloods make it into the ranks? Let alone the fact that he was a Knightmare pilot. Numbers weren't allowed to really train in anything other than a simulator. How could one be a Knight? Lelouch narrowed his eyes scrolling down seeing seventeen other Japanese soldiers having made rank and being Knightmare pilots too. Their ranks were not as high as this Yuuto, but none were privates. "They're all Japanese…" Milly blinked at that but said nothing. He saw them all until he reached the bottom to a certain set of soldiers. They were considerably younger than the others in the squad and were all privates and weren't posted as Kightmare pilots. The only other difference was that they were posted as Honorary Britannians unlike the rest of the squad. Lelouch raised a perplexed eyebrow at seeing one without a picture. The only thing listed was S.K. as the name, his rank, and citizenship. Lelouch scrolled back up to the others. They didn't have anything posted under citizenship. It was obvious why though. In the military, there were only two options: either be of Britannian blood or become an Honorary. "So, they're not Honorary," Lelouch concluded. "Where is the commanding officer?"

Lelouch looked up to eye Milly. She was strangely quiet considering he was saying some odd things. Lelouch suppressed the urge to snort at the student council president. Her head was resting on her folded arms upon the desk. Her golden hair made rays around her head, and her mouth was a bit open. For her credit she probably didn't sleep that much after hearing about Isabella.

Lelouch returned to his investigation on the computer scrolling through the military file, just about to give up the squad when he saw that he missed something. Just above the Yuuto guy was a small printed link. Lelouch smirked. The majority of the time the commanding officer was posted above all the subordinates as per basic military format. This was still true with this file, only this commanding officer was extra hidden than the rest.

A maniacal grin crossed Lelouch's face. He hadn't had that expression since the last time he thought he'd finally beat Schneizel at a game of chess. He started typing at the keyboard and quickly noticed that this code was different than the standard military ones he had being breaking over the night. Lelouch narrowed his eyes. It took him longer than the others. How troublesome. He looked over that the clock hanging on the wall just above Nina's computer.

7:50.

Crap.

The morning student council meeting started at 8 on Sundays.

Lelouch typed faster getting through the code with all his might. The rapid noise that the keys made woke Milly up. She looked up to see Lelouch staring at the screen of the computer in anticipation as he pressed the enter key.

"Good morning!" Rivalz busted in brightly. Milly jumped up from her seat startled.

"Rivalz! Morning!" Milly said recovering from the sudden wake up. She looked over at Lelouch. He was staring blankly at the screen of his laptop. He was slack in the chair.

"Is he okay?" Rivalz asked quietly looking at Lelouch worriedly.

Milly motioned him to sit in the chair she was sitting in across from Lelouch. She walked around the desk to peer over the subdued boy's shoulder. Her eyes widened.

On the screen were two profiles. On the right was Isabella Lamperouge without a photo but a description. Her rank was a captain along with the title of an Honorary Knight.

On the left was the Britannia Royal Family crest just above the profile. The picture was a girl just Lelouch age. Their hair and eyes matched expect for the fact that the girl's hair was a bit wavy. She was in a green military uniform looking start though the screen at Lelouch. She wasn't ranked other than being posted as commanding officer of the squad and a Knight.

"Leabella vi Britannia…" Milly looked at Lelouch. He was still in his dead state.

"Part of the Royal family?" Rivalz asked. "I haven't heard of any vi Britannia's."

"Yeah," Milly said closing the computer. She placed a hand on Lelouch's shoulder looking at his face. He wasn't looking at laptop anymore. She could tell in his eyes. He was thinking. "Rivalz, why don't we go check out the art department to see what the fine arts club has been complaining about," Milly said as she started dragging the junior out the door.

"Wha? But Lelouch…" Rivalz's protests were in vain because soon Lelouch was left alone in the room.

After a while, he sighed. Slowly he rose from his seat taking the computer in his hands. He looked out the window and saw Milly dragging a still protesting Rivalz away with a Shirley and Nina tagging along. He moved out the room and started for his room.

"Leabella," he said softly as he walked out into the hall. His steps echoed down the corridor. "Seems you found me first."

Yay! Hope you liked it!

*It's a childish nickname to call someone 'Poop'. Normally referring to dog poop.

** Arm wraps are different from arm warmers. It actually that white tape you normally see on anime character's if they're in a karate club of something. The white tape is usually a one time use thing. There's also reusable arm wraps that are made out of thin fabric and has Velcro at the end. The fabric kind is what I meant in this instance. For those who don't know what it's used for: the arm wraps are used to protect your knuckle and wrists, depending on how you wrap it. Yes, some people punch hard enough on a punching bag to get their knuckle cut. For the wrist, it's used so you don't bend your wrist in a weird way to get his sprained when you hit.