Story: HHL Invasion Code Geass

Kallen was used to being hit on. It was just one of those unfortunate facts of life when you're a rich, pretty, female half-Britannian. She was damn good at hiding the "half" part of that description, by the way. But you know what? Something about this guy in front of her right now was kind of especially pissing her off. Look at him. Some random Britannian punk just walking right up to her out of nowhere wearing clothes like that and carrying that kind of attitude? Screamed "pickup artist" to her. Still. She was currently wearing her school uniform, and there might be other Ashford students around. Which meant that she had to be careful in how she responded.

"That depends on what you want," she said in a much less harsh tone than she might otherwise employ. The guy just sort of flashed her a smile that other girls probably fell over themselves for and stuck out his hand.

"Sorry, that was probably a little too forward of me," he said. Complete confidence in himself. "I'm kind of new to the area, and I don't really know my way around. I was wondering if -"

"Stupid, dumbass Eleven! Watch where the hell you're going!"

"Ah, I'm so sorry, sir! Please, let me help - "

"As if I'd accept help from a lousy clumsy Eleven!"

All of a sudden a sleazy pick up artist was absolutely the least of Kallen's concerns. Right over there was a Japanese guy, one of countless vendors just trying to earn a living any way they could. He was being surrounded by three Britannians, pretty tough-looking guys at that. The sort that was probably itching for the slightest excuse to beat someone up. Typical bullies.

She balled her fist, being forced to witness another act of random, wanton cruelty and belittlement by the Britannian population. A society that thrived on stepping on the backs of the weak and telling them it was for their own good. Made her sick. If she didn't have a cover to maintain, and if she didn't know for a fact that trying to help out would make things worse for both of them, that asshole and his friends would have had their faces meet concrete right about now.

"Pardon me, sir!" Rick said, tapping the man on his shoulder. "Hi there. I was just wondering, what does it sound like when an asshole gets his balls ground into powder."

"Huh?" the Britannian grunted. His friends moved in from the side protectively. "The hell did you just say to meeeeeeee!"

"Ah, that's what it sounds like..." Rick said in seemingly genuine fascination, extracting his hand from where it had been delivering a level of pain capable of sending a full-grown man into the fetal position in seconds, and he did so with a cheeky wink to Kallen that actually did make her heart flutter for a second before she even noticed. He then suddenly ducked and rolled out of the way, shoving one of the guy's friends into the other, forcing them into a painful-sounding headbutt. "Play nice, now!"

"You little - " one of them yelled, but whatever imaginative insult he was about to impart was rapidly silenced as Rick showcased an efficient and brutal fighting style that dismantled the trio of bullies in less time than it would take Kallen to eat a sandwich. For all their bravado, for all their tough-guy attitude, this scrawny guy in cheap clothes just kicked their asses and sent them packing.

Which was about the time Kallen noticed the lump in her throat and sought to get rid of it.

"Hey, buddy!" this strange man said to the poor merchant just trying desperately to eke out a living. "Listen, I know you won't be able to sell from this part of town ever again, but don't you worry. 'Cause tomorrow, I'm gonna help you set up shop someplace else, and I'll even be your very first customer. I know a thing or two about finding a great location. What do you say?"

"S-Sir, I - I don't - I don't know what to -"

"That's alright. Way I see it, best way to make the world a better place is to remind the assholes that they too can become victims, and they should stop kicking down."

"... Kallen," she said when he walked away from the vendor with not a single hair out of place. "My name is Kallen... Stadtfeld."

"Well, hello there, Kallen Ellipses Stadtfeld! I never like trusting tour guides, they're always out to make a quick buck. They won't show you the real sights like a local would, you know? Just the stuff that tries to sell you marked-up junk or tourist traps, not the really nice places. Standing right next to yourself, for example."

He offered his hand again and flashed that smile again. Somehow, it didn't quite seem as artificial as before.

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This time she shook his hand when he offered it, and Rick had to hold back the triumphant smirk. Oh, sure. Their way was technically a more peaceful way to go around invading places, but operatives like him had to have at least a grounding in being able to fight. You never knew what you might run into on another world, although hell. She'd probably have helped him out even if he had gotten his ass handed to him, and all he really needed in the first place was a little touch of skin on skin.

Yep, he had her type figured pretty quickly. Observation is another key trait operatives have to learn, you see. This chick had a fine, fine body and really pretty face but there was something in her attitude and her tone that completely rang false. Her reaction to seeing that one guy getting stomped? Turned her stomach way worse than it did Rick's. She was practically advertising it as a way to get close to her. But then again, Rick wasn't too sure he would've let that shit slide even if she wasn't.

It wasn't much power that he had left, but he channelled it right on into her through the handshake. Couldn't exactly do much. Just induce a brand new fetish she never had before, or maybe she did have it already and he just supercharged it. Either way the result would be the same. He'd exploit it. She'd be putty in his hands in no time flat. Something about this chick gave him a good feeling, and it wasn't just her face. Or that rack. Or those legs. Or that butt. Something about her personality was just about as artificial as anything else he'd seen around here and he kind of wanted to get to the bottom of it just about as much as he wanted to get her in the sack.

From there it wouldn't be too much hassle. Chick like this would have no trouble at all luring out the potential recruits for him to work on. From there he'd train them up, build up his own powers and have this place operating on a philosophy of love rather than war in no time flat.

First thing's first, though. In order to get the result he wanted, he'd need to keep this chick hanging around him long enough for him to exploit that fetish he'd induced or heightened. That thought made him smirk a bit. This Kallen chick would now suddenly find herself turned on by -

1. Being groped in public.
2. A particular word or phrase.
3. A particular kind of clothing.
4. Something else