Code Geass WR: Clash of Wills

“Now then, if you two are done messing around,” Milly said with a small smile as she adjusted her position atop Rivalz’s lap, “the first order of business today is—”

She was abruptly cut off by the door to the clubroom slamming open, revealing a toned, outstretched leg leading back to an exposed pair of panties. Lelouch only caught a glimpse before the leg was summarily dropped and he dragged his gaze upwards past a pair of curvy hips and a plump set of breasts to the determined face of one Haruhi Suzamiya.

“Milly Ashford, I challenge you!” She brazenly declared, pointing at the indicated girl.

Most of the club stared in stunned silence at the intrusion, but Milly rose to her feet without missing a beat and pointed back. “Haruhi Suzamiya! What is the meaning of this? The club meeting is a sacred time and you are tarnishing it with your presence!”

Haruhi retracted her arm and brought her hands to her hips. “I needed you all to be in one place for this announcement. I’m here to challenge your club for the membership of Suzaku Kururugi!” All of the eyes in the room turned towards the young Eleven. “Wait, what?” He asked, blinking in confusion.

Haruhi brandished a page from the Ashford Academy Rule Of Conduct to the club, though the text was too small to be read from a distance. “It is stated in Section 9, Article 7, paragraph number 2 in the Student Code of Conduct that any club can offer a formal challenge to any other club for the membership rights of one of its participants.” She said, pointing to a spot on the page that presumably backed up what she said. “I’m invoking this right to challenge you for Suzaku!”

Milly folded her arms against her chest. “Now what would someone like you want with Suzaku?” She asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” She asked, throwing the page aside. “The son of the late Prime Minister is accused of the **** of Prince Clovis and sentenced to **** for his crimes. But at the last moment, a mysterious masked man appears who claims to have done the deed himself! After a daring escape in broad view of the Royal Guard, he returns to the society that rejected him and enrolls in our school! The drama! The intrigue! The suspense!” She said melodramatically, sweeping her arms around the room to accentuate her point. Suzaku blushed lightly while Lelouch grinned at the girl’s depiction of the events. She had a way of making it all sound so glorious, and the way she swept across the room made her skirt come tantalizingly close to revealing the treasure beneath.

“Why should a guy that exciting be in the Student Council?” Haruhi continued. “Budget reports and scheduling events are for losers and desk-jockeys. He’d be much better off with us!” She said, grinning widely at Suzaku. “And besides, we Elevens have to stick together, right?”

“Well, um, I’m flattered, but I don’t really think that—” Suzaku looked up as Milly gently touched his shoulder and gave him a warm smile.

“You talk a big game, but I think you’re forgetting something.” Milly said, facing Haruhi once more. “You neglected to mention that Paragraph 3 of that same article states that the challenge has to be formally accepted by the opposing club. Now exactly why would we agree to something like that?”

Haruhi smiled impishly and withdrew a tape recorder from the pocket of her school uniform. She hit the play button.

“We at the Student Council promise to face any challenge that comes our way head-on!” Milly’s voice rang out from the tiny speaker. The whole room winced slightly, and even Milly’s determined countenance faltered somewhat.

“That was taken out of context. You can’t just take my Student Address and—”

“We also swear to stand by all of our promises, unwavering in our quest to make this school a better place for you all!” Milly’s traitorous voice continued. Milly began subtly grinding her teeth.

“That wasn’t referring to something like—”

“It doesn’t matter what comes our way, we will never falter in the face of adversity! You have my word!”

Milly’s calm composure finally shattered and she slammed her hands down on the table. “Alright Suzamiya, if you want a challenge you’ve got one! But you better be prepared to have that scheming little face of yours pounded into the ground!” She yelled, scaring most everyone in the room shitless and killing the last remnant of Lelouch’s erection.

“Now that’s what I like to hear!” Haruhi exclaimed, putting the tape recorder away. “And tell you what; since I’m the one challenging you, you can pick the contest!”

“Fine. The game is soccer. The time will be 6:00 sharp on the soccer field tomorrow, and the teams will be 4 vs. 4.” Milly said determinedly. “Now what do we get when we win?”

“I don’t really care. Pick whatever you want. There’s no way your band of pencil pushers can defeat the S.O.S. Brigade!

“I’m going to make you eat those words. Make sure your gang of misfits is ready for the beating of their lives!”

Suzaku began to protest. “Now wait, don’t I get any say in—”

“NO!” Both girls yelled.

After Haruhi left, the meeting turned into something of a war council. Milly pushed aside the Student Council agenda for the day (Responding to Gardening Club complaints, formally processing a work order for Ganymede, and finding out who keeps stealing the club’s stapler) in favor of going over strategies and maneuvers.

The team was quickly narrowed down to Rivalz, Shirley, Lelouch, and Milly herself. Lelouch immediately protested, but he knew that it was the only reasonable set-up. Suzaku couldn’t participate because he was the one being fought over, Nina was less than adept at physical activity, and Kallen was too sickly for sports (or so everyone thought). Milly told him to stick through it for the sake of ‘preserving the club’s unity’, but it was obvious from the start that Suzaku wasn’t really her primary concern anymore.

Milly finally dismissed them about 10 minutes before the bell rang, but not before scheduling some mandatory after-school training. Rivalz stayed behind in an attempt to quell his girlfriend’s blood lust, and Lelouch sincerely wished him luck in talking her out of it. If worst came to worst, he would use his geass to dissuade her; he had more pressing business to attend to that night.

At the thought of his geass, he moved up next to Kallen.

“Oh, hey.” She said as they began walking away from the others. “Sorry that you got saddled with a team position. Guess I’m not really good for much, huh?”

“It’s not your fault. It’s not like you chose to be sick.” He responded, fully aware of the irony of that statement. “But anyway, I have something important I want to ask you.” He said as he backed her into a secluded alcove where they wouldn’t be heard.

Kallen blushed and tried not to think about his bulge from earlier. “Well, what is it?”

“I’m taking a survey for one of my classes. I was just wondering…” He activated his power. “…if you could tell me what you do after school.”

“Well, lately I spend most nights going out on patrol with the Black Knights. Between that and homework, I don’t have time for much else.” She said without missing a beat.

Lelouch cracked a smile as she came to her senses, and it crept ever steadily across his face as she looked at him curiously. “So what was it that you wanted?” She asked.

“I’m doing a project in history. Could you tell me about your parentage?”

“My father was the head of the Stadtfeld family and my mother was his Japanese maid.”

“I was just curious, can you tell me exactly what illness do you have?”

“I don’t have anything, it’s just a cover story I use so that I can carry out my anti-Britannian activities without arousing too much suspicion.”

“I was wondering, do you know anyone that can pilot a Knightmare?”

“I can, along with most of my resistance group.”

“Tell me, have you ever fired a gun?”

“Yes. I’ve even killed people.”

“Tell me what your purpose in life is.”

“To free Japan from Britannian rule.”

Lelouch couldn’t believe it. Eight times so far, with no indication of slowing down. He glanced at his watch and decided to continue testing later—he needed to find out his new limits before his next major operation. There were so many doors that this could open; he almost wished he knew how this happened.

Almost.

*written by TS