Merry Christmas: Day New Demoness Was Born

Day New Demoness Was Born
Kallen’s initial instinct was to storm into the room, look them in the eye and demand some answers at knife point. It would certainly be the most satisfying approach. However. That would only be truly effective were there only one of them to interrogate, or if she had some backup. Kallen lacked that particular luxury at that moment in time. Instead the most natural thing for her to do was to walk into the room acting like her meek counterpart.

“H-Hello?” she called, hating the sound of her own voice as she approached. Such a helpless waif, that was the image of ‘Kallen Stadtfeld’, a girl that didn’t really exist. “Sorry for following you like that, but the way you ran off… I couldn’t help but be worried.”

“Not a problem at all,” Lelouch replied, and Kallen had to marvel at how easily he shifted gears, becoming more relaxed in the blink of an eye. The serious tone he’d been using just now while talking with Shirley - who had gone utterly white at noticing Kallen - had been entirely replaced with something more relaxed. “If anything, I’m relieved it wasn’t Milly. She’s such an awful tease, especially about matters regarding topics of that nature.”

Shirley turned beet red and whapped him on the arm. Not particularly hard or anything, more like an embarrassed outburst than anything else. “Lelou!” she hissed. “Y-You can’t just go around saying things like that!”

“Why not? I didn’t say anything vulgar, did I?”

“No, but she can read between the lines!”

Indeed she could. The body language pretty much told the whole story. All of a sudden she felt a trifle silly about the whole thing. She hadn’t walked in on a grand conspiracy. She’d walked in on a pair of old friends that had sex the night before and didn’t know how to properly react to each other. Ugh. Nothing out of the ordinary here. Kallen was just a third wheel, and might as well not even…

Not even exist.

<i>She was showering. Lelouch had entered to bring her a fresh set of clothes after that dumbass Rivalz spilled wine all over her. She grabbed his wrist, asked him why he wanted to know about Shinjuku, then the phone call came from the mysterious voice dispelling her theory that he was Lelouch… Then he pointed out that he could see her naked, and though she reacted to that with shock, by covering up her naked body?

The weird thing was that she didn’t mind so much at all.</i>

All of a sudden it was like everything around her sort of… Rippled. It wasn’t easy to explain it in any other way. A sort of wave went through the solid objects around her, emanating from her as the beginning point. Everything sort of distorted slightly, returned to normal and then the whole effect passed along in the same direction each time. It only took a second. But now for some reason, two phrases were repeatedly popping up in Kallen’s mind, over and over again like some bizarre, nonsensical mantra.

<i>“I… Don’t exist.”</i>

“Kallen?” Shirley asked. “Are you… Feeling alright?”

“I’m perfectly fine,” Kallen asked, and had to actively fight against adding “and so are you” to the end of that statement. This didn’t stop it from being true, though. The orange-haired girl had a very… Fit body and a very pretty face. Her new boyfriend was quite the looker as well. “But I can’t help but feel you’re not telling me everything.”

It was the kind of tactic she would never dream of employing under normal circumstance. She was more straightforward, blunt and direct. Or rather, Kallen Kozuki was. Right now she was not Kozuki, but Stadtfeld. A pretty young Britannian noble with a weak constitution, a pretty face and an amazing figure. A girl that did not exist. Therefore… Therefore it was only natural that she would get what she wanted by way of seduction.

So in that sense the first phrase made a perfect sort of sense. She was playing the role of someone that did not exist. Kallen Stadtfeld. And since Stadtfeld did not exist, why not employ a little bit of seduction? She could easily entice these two into forgetting themselves, wrap them around her little finger until they tell her exactly what ‘Geass’ was and what they were really talking about just now.

What didn’t make any sense to her was the second statement, which had been spoken to her by the man she barely remembered meeting in Shinjuku. Whatever could he have meant by ‘wrong canon’?

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So, Shirley was officially in panic mode right about then. Everything was going wrong! Not… Quite in the same way as she expected everything to go wrong. No Princess Massacre, no Fleija blast traumatising Lelou, Nina or Suzaku, no Zero Requiem…

“You know, I think we could become really close,” Kallen said, affectionately stroking Shirley’s cheek. “The three of us. Really, <i>really</i> close. How does that sound?”

“Great!” Shirley exclaimed, trying to pull herself away from Kallen but finding that the girl was a good deal stronger than she looked. This was expected, but it’s quite another thing to experience it. “The three of us can be good friends in no time flat. Right, Lelouch?”

“Yes,” he said with a frown. “Kallen. Your mood has undergone a significant and rapid alteration. Are you even aware of what you are doing at this moment?”

“Of course,” Kallen replied, pulling Shirley by the hips, forcing their bodies to be so, so very close together. By now, the same attraction she’d been feeling to one of her main romantic rivals had become inexplicably intense. Even more inexplicable than the fact she felt it at all! “I’m simply trying to get to know my new best friends a little better.”

And then they kissed. It was a funny thing, but two scenes from the series stood out in Shirley’s mind at that moment. Herself and Lelou. Standing in the rain. She’d just told him that he had killed her father, without even realising he had done it in the first place. Then she kissed him. Stole his lips in the midst of a tragedy… And then, towards the end of the second season. Lelouch and Kallen. Walking through Ashford in their final conversation. Her questioning his motivation, him deflecting everything as though it didn’t matter, and then it all ended with an intense kiss and a tender farewell from both parties…

It was all so… Terribly sad. She began to return the kiss, began to use her hands to stroke Kallen’s body, admiring what this undercover girl had and having even greater admiration for what she was risking for the sake of what she felt was right. With just that body, she could probably have any man or woman she wanted and live a life of comfort. No need to fight. Not any need to struggle. Yet there she was, fighting away…

“Shirley, snap out of it!” Lelouch demanded, and she felt herself being pulled back into his arms. “Kallen, you as well! Can’t you feel it? Something is wrong! Something is influencing your behaviour. Fight it!”

“Ng!” Kallen grunted, holding a hand against her sexy, sexy forehead. Shirley unconsciously trailed a finger along Lelou’s chest, and he slapped it away. “Y-You’re right! This isn’t like me. I would never try to seduce you to make you talk! And - And hold on! My boobs are bigger!”

And all of a sudden Shirley really, really wished that she would continue down that path. Because now Kallen was pulling out her concealed knife, and her hand was trembling in a way that didn’t exactly fill Shirley with confidence. Though for some reason, whatever Lelou meant by something affecting them watching Kallen trying to fight it off was inexplicably arousing. Or maybe it was the way Kallen’s blouse was straining under the weight of her new bosom. It was rather difficult to tell.

“So, are you going to give me some answers?” Kallen asked, attempting to adjust her blouse so it was a touch more modest given her new and improved figure. “Or am I going to have to kiss you? Kill you! Gah! What’s happening to me?!”

“I don’t know,” Lelouch admitted, three words Shirley never expected to hear out of his mouth. “But if you stay calm, I’m sure we can work out what it is. Shirley, please remove your hands from my butt.”

“First remove yours from mine,” she replied with a faint smile on her face. Which is when a sudden drop of realisation made her critically aware that she was behaving like Milly. That was a cold shower experience if ever there was one, and she damn near hit the wall from pushing herself away from the two of them.

“Um… So, shall we talk about this? Without knives or anything? I think that would be really conducive to our discussion.”

1. The mysterious force responsible makes itself more directly known.
2. The three of them reason that something is having an effect on reality, and endeavour to combat it.
3. Same as above, but Shirley spills the beans. About everything.
4. The three of them are interrupted before the conversation really goes anywhere, and Kallen decides to go to the meeting tonight and maybe ask the mystery voice about it.
5. Something else