2 Chapter 2:haired

Apparently, his irritation had shown through slightly as he noticed a small hand touch his shoulder to try and calm him down.

"You okay Lelouch?" a soft voice asked the dark-haired young man. Lelouch turned and gave a soft smile at the petite white-haired girl who spoke to him.

"Yeah, I'm fine Koneko." He replied easily. Koneko didn't talk much, preferring to indulge in her sweets rather than conversation, but the fifteen-year-old was one of the few female students who didn't pester him for dates.

Not really interested in talking with any of his classmates had unfortunately saddled him with the title of "Kuoh's Black Prince"

with a reputation for being the "cool, silent type". No matter what world he was in, he apparently couldn't escape fangirls.

At least Milly wasn't around to egg them on anymore.

"Just a little tired, I was studying rather late last night." Koneko blinked at his explanation and, with blank "later", waved and made her way to her own classes.

Lelouch ignored this rather odd, though normal for Koneko, behavior and did the same. It wasn't like they wouldn't meet up later.

Koneko would want some of the sweets he had brought today for lunch.

After it was outed to the whole school what a good cook he was, he was meticulous to the nth degree when it came to mixing ingredients, she politely asked for some sweets.

And he had said no, then she had asked the next day. He'd still said no. This routine had continued for weeks before Lelouch gave in and, before she could ask again one day, had shoved a cookie he had made into her mouth.

The quiet moan she let out when she tasted the cookie he had made for her creeped him out a lot, but he nonetheless had given her the batch he made and promised he would bring her sweets from now on if she would stop bothering him with her begging.

Koneko sat with him at lunch ever since, though he did notice the periodic glances her club's President had given her whenever she did so.

The four foot six Koneko sitting next to the near six feet tall Lelouch did seem rather odd at first glance, but Rias had gotten a kick out of Koneko declaring his sweets some of the best she'd ever tasted so she had little problem with her friend indulging her sweet tooth.

Though Lelouch had found the warning Rias had delivered when they were alone one day rather amusing. He had no romantic inclinations to anyone, at best he considered Koneko a close acquaintance.

There was no one at Kuoh he thought he could consider a legitimate friend, but considering his luck with friends that was probably a good thing,

As Lelouch sat down in his class, he ignored the bell that signaled he had only just made it in time, and stared out the window.

His first class wasn't something he would learn anything new in after all.

He'd devoured this world's history as best he could when he learned that no one had ever even heard of "Britannia".

There wasn't much a high school history class could teach him that he didn't already know because of his paranoia at making sure he wouldn't have to deal with any superpowers deciding to invade Japan.

Unless America, apparently Washington's Rebellion had succeeded here, got a hair up its ass and decided to invade Japan for some reason, Lelouch didn't have much to worry about.

Apparently, this world had been a relative peace ever since the end of a period known as the "Cold War". Except for the American's interventions in the Middle East, which was the most understated way of putting it, there hadn't been any major wars in quite some time.

As he was asked a question by the teacher, Lelouch answered with his typical poise, not even acknowledging the teacher's existence out of sheer boredom.

As it stood right now, maybe the unending boredom of high school was the punishment intended by the Collective Unconscious.

Lelouch walked quietly out of his school back onto the streets of Kuoh and shifted his backpack slightly as he grumbled to himself. "I hate homework."

He would almost prefer Hell to this he mused. Then the former Prince blinked as he saw something rather strange. A girl dressed in some sort of bat cosplay handing out flyers.

"Hey sir, would you like a flyer?" She saw him, shit. Lelouch sighed and figured he could always throw it away later. "Sure.

" He said with resignation. Just another thing to read later, he groused. As if his homework weren't enough.

He stuffed the flyer in his pocket and kept on walking. He wanted to get home and finish up his homework before trying to get some more sleep.

He had studied far too late the night before and needed the extra nap he planned on taking if he didn't want to lose his edge.

A mind, no matter how talented, needed adequate rest or it would fail to function at full capacity. Lelouch refused to let his mind lose its edge just because he was bored out of his skull.

After about fifteen minutes of walking, he fumbled around in his pocket and pulled out his key. Blinking slightly at the change in light since he had shut the light off before he left, he flicked the switch on the wall close to the door.

"Home sweet home." Lelouch mumbled sarcastically. He tossed his backpack onto the couch next to the entrance and made his way to the kitchen to make himself a snack.

His home was a modest two story dwelling in the city, with the second story mainly containing his single bedroom and a bathroom with a shower and bathtub.

The first floor, after entering through the entrance, held a closet on the back wall and a kitchen to the left, the staircase leading to the second floor on the far-right wall.

The rest was the living room that contained a single couch in front of a window, a glass coffee table in front, and a television inside a medium sized entertainment center between the closet and the staircase.

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