Story: Code Cocknosis

Do you know what’s actually quite difficult? Blending into the general public when you’ve spent the vast majority of your life flanked by guards, and in the company of the rich, powerful and influential from the world over. No matter how good intentioned you may be, no matter how you may personally wish to empathise with the less fortunate, no matter how you understand that almost all of them are in the situation they are in for reasons far outside their own personal control… You can take the Princess out of the court, but you can’t quite take the court out of the Princess. It’s the walk that does it. Too precise, too measured, too practised. The body language betrays, a fact that Euphemia had noticed but was unable to really do anything about. Everyone she and Suzaku passed by on the street was staring quite obviously at her as though she didn’t quite belong among them. A stranger in their midst.

Of course, the fact that she had probably the second most spectacular pair of tits that Area Eleven had ever seen might have also been a contributing factor. She wasn’t a mind reader, so who could say?

“Was there anything in particular you wanted to see, Your Hi- Uh… Euphie?”

She reached back and took her escort by the hand. The poor boy nearly jumped clear out of his skin. “Let’s start with Shinjuku,” she said. “I need to see… I need to understand what happened there a little better.”

“Are you sure?” Suzaku whispered. “It’s probably still quite dangerous there… I mean, I expect the criminal element -”

“Shall be easily and swiftly dispatched by my brave and handsome knight in shining armour.”

By the end of the ten minutes it took for him to lead her to the unfortunate ghetto, Euphie’s head was resting on his shoulder and his hand was resting protectively on hers. If asked, neither would be able to say how they had arrived in that particular position, but they both found it really quite comfortable. Natural, one might say. Like the two of them had been made to hold one another in exactly this way for the rest of their natural -

Oh. Oh dear. Oh no, no, no! Clovis, what did you do to these people? What wrong had they committed to require this level of treatment? The buildings were in ruins, or in the process of being repaired. Even in the case of the latter, you could see the traces of the damage done. A story. A tragedy etched in bullets and blood. She broke off from Suzaku in a daze and wandered around, taking it all in. It felt like some kind of hideous nightmare, and she kept waiting to wake up at any moment. This much of a cost… How terrible!

“I’m sorry,” Suzaku said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I shouldn’t have brought you here. Seeing all this unnecessary destruction for the first time must be a terrible shock.”

“Hey, dumbass Eleven! Get your hands off that woman!”

What happened next happened so quickly that she barely even registered it. A Britannian student leaped out at Suzaku with a punch so sloppy even she could sort of tell. Suzaku didn’t even need to see it coming to duck it, grab the forearm and give only the slightest tug to bring the student around so that his arm was being held up behind his back.

“Let go of him!” the first student’s friend yelled, swinging a punch that looked even worse. Suzaku released the hold, ducked out of the way, and the punch managed to clock his friend right in the back of his head.

“Run!” the first student yelled. “We’ll hold this animal off and… Uh…”

Euphemia sighed. She was honestly used to this reaction by now. All she did was turn around, and now the two students were staring in absolute rapt attention at her chest while Suzaku - due to the commands she had given him - was deliberately paying attention elsewhere. Oh dear, how unfortunate. She couldn’t possibly leave these students like this.

“Why did you attack this man?” she asked, leaning over just slightly for the time being.

“Because he’s a filthy Eleven,” they both answered in unison. “We were defending you from being attacked by him.”

“Huh? What’s going on with them?” Suzaku asked. “And I wasn’t going to attack her!”

“Quite so!” Euphemia firmly stated, her Princess tone slipping through. “If anything, he should be worried about the other way… I mean, please don’t judge based on something like that. This man is my escort, my protection for the day. What were you doing in this ghetto at a time like this? Shouldn’t you be in school?”

“Yes,” they answered. “We should be in school. Instead we decided to take pictures of the battle. The Elevens had it coming, and this is the only way we can live vicariously through the events of the battle.”

“… Man, it’s so creepy how they talk in unison like that,” Suzaku said. “Even ignoring how terrible what they’re saying is.” He snapped his fingers right in front of their faces. “It’s like they’re hypnotised or something. Euphie, do you know anything about this? What’s wrong with them?”

“I’m sorry, Suzaku. You’re right. It is rather unsettling hearing them talk in this manner. The two of you, please do not glorify violence, if that’s alright? Return to your school, and truthfully confess to why you were absent.”

The two of them began to march off in what she supposed was the general direction of their school, and Euphie was left with little more to do than wring her hands and stare at the ground. She could feel the weight of his questions already, but where should she even begin?

“My breasts have certain hypnotic properties,” she began. “Ah, sorry! I know that sounds really quite ridiculous but it is true!” she sighed and glimpsed up at him. Utterly baffled and completely adorable. It was all she could manage before staring back down at the ground again. “If anyone stares at them for too long, they become extremely suggestible. It all started when my sister and I discovered a really strange book about a year ago. It seemed like some ridiculous male adolescent fantasy, so we were joking around with it and - Well, you’ve seen the results. It’s not like I mean to hypnotise people or anything, but I can’t exactly help it.”

“Euphemia…” Suzaku whispered. He reached out and brushed a tear from her cheek she didn’t even realise was there. “I think I understand. You didn’t ask for this… rather odd ability, and now you can’t get rid of it.”

“Oh, it’s more than that,” Euphie replied, stepping forward and deliberately rubbing her breasts into his chest. “Whenever I use this power, it makes me so terribly aroused. It’s terrible. I know I shouldn’t feel like this when I’m standing here, in a place where something terrible has happened, but I can’t help it.”

His eyes were beginning to glaze over. It wasn’t exactly fair what she was doing to him. Even the tactile sensation of her bosom against his chest was enough to bring him under.

“Be honest,” she said, staring directly into his eyes. “Do you find me attractive, even aside from the effect my breasts are having on you?” A nod. She took his hands and guided them down her back, not that they seemed to need much prompting. “Do you want to have sex with me?” Another nod, much more enthusiastic than the first. “Very well then. In a moment I will snap my fingers, then you will awaken and ask me where I want to go. You will then take me wherever I ask.”

She reluctantly stepped back from him and swallowed quite nervously. This wasn’t like her at all, doing this to someone. But he was so cute, so nice, and he was honestly the sort of person that would be too intimidated by her royal status to give her the satisfying shag they both wanted. Sometimes a girl just has to take initiative. A simple snap of the fingers, and he was shaking off the cobwebs.

“Did you want to see anywhere else?” he asked.

“Yes,” Euphie said with a beaming smile. “Your bedroom.”

“At once, Your Highness,” Suzaku saluted, then immediately dropped it and tried to pretend he hadn’t adopted the pose in the first place. So cute! “So… Do you know the limitations of this ability? I mean, it has to have some sort of limit. Right?”

She attached herself to his arm with great anticipation, rather enjoying the feel of the strong muscles she could feel under that shirt. “It’s hard to say, exactly,” she replied. “Since my sister and I are both Princesses, it might just be that people are obeying our instructions to keep from being disciplined. I rather hope that there are some sort of limits to its power, otherwise we could cause all sorts of chaos without meaning to. Just a careless expression at the wrong time, and almost anything might - and you’re hypnotised again because your arm is in my cleavage.”

“Yesss…”

“… Hmph! Well, once we’re back in your bedroom, we might be able to figure out a way to -”

<i>“This news broadcast has been interrupted for an emergency announcement.”</i>

Which drew Euphemia’s attention towards a certain billboard, which had been broadcasting a live news piece she wasn’t really paying much attention to. She had been about to dismiss it in her quest to acquire some hot, hot Honorary nookie, but as soon as she caught the familiar voice of her older sister her mood changed around quite considerably.

“Oooh! She’s using it to brainwash people! Again!” Euphie harrumphed, stomping her foot for emphasis. “At least when I do it, it’s by accident! Who does she think she is, flaunting her prodigious assets to gain loyalty? Come on, Suzaku! While we have sex, we’re going to discuss ways to change the system for the betterment of everyone!”