Lelouch's POV:
It had only been a few months since I saved Suzaku from what would have been a public execution, yet here I was, making my way toward a classroom that would serve as the next stage of my well my life. With each step, I pondered over some uncertainties that came in my mind. This school, with its prestige and high expectations, seemed to promise something far more complex than it appeared on the surface. I'd heard the rumors about the environment here, about the way things were done but yet I was basically forced to come here by nunnally's word.
Lost in thought, I only snapped back to the present when I was mere steps away from the actual classroom door I would in for the next couple years.
I inhaled deeply, allowing the stillness of the moment to settle over me before entering. The classroom seemed to be ordinary enough, but the positioning of my seat the very center was anything but. I had to ponder it over deciding if where it was, was a good or bad thing.
I took my seat, scanning my surroundings with quiet precision making analysis on the interior and the people. It didn't take long before my attention was drawn to the girl seated next to me. She had purple hair, an unremarkable feature on its own, but something about her drew my gaze, perhaps it was the sharpness in her eyes, or maybe it was the peculiar energy I couldn't help but feel from her.
As I briefly lost myself in contemplation, her voice cut through the air, sharp and accusatory.
"What are you looking at?" she hissed, her tone tinged with annoyance. Her glare could have burned through steel and nearly me.
I must have been staring a tad too long, lost in thought. I quickly composed myself.
"I'm sorry," I murmured, hoping to defuse any tension. "I dozed off. I didn't mean to stare." The words came out hollow, but it was a necessary gesture, an attempt to maintain some peace.
"Well, it was getting a little creepy," she retorted, her irritation momentarily giving way to something more playful. A mocking grin tugged at her lips. "Maybe you've already developed a crush on me, just from seeing me for the first time."
Her words lingered in the air, teasing, something i wasn't the biggest fan on. In that moment, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of game she was playing. Had I ever experienced a crush with all my years on this earth? No, such emotions were irrelevant to me. Yet, I considered her words carefully. Could there be some sort of strategic value in pursuing such a relationship at this school?
I was distracted again, lost in thought, until I realized I hadn't responded for several moments. I quickly re-focused.
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't," I replied, my voice calm and deliberate, keeping the conversation neutral. "I'm Lelouch Lamperouge. And you are...?"
"Himeno Yuki," she answered, her previous mocking smile replaced by a more neutral one.
Before our conversation had any chance to develop, the door to the classroom swung open, and a figure entered, older, yet she definitely wasn't bad for the eyes. The entire class fell silent as the teacher took her place at the front however.
"Ahem." Her voice echoed across the room, commanding attention. "Good morning, students of Class B. I am your instructor for the next three years, Chie Hoshinomiya."
The atmosphere shifted with her introduction, each word an invitation to the unknown. "We'll be heading to the gymnasium shortly for the entrance ceremony, but first, I'll be handing out some important materials. Please pay attention."
She went on to explain the school's rules and handed out the student ID cards—one for each of us. She then spoke of the private points we'd receive: 100,000 private points what came out to be exactly 100,000 yen per month. The class buzzed with excitement at the prospect of such wealth, but I couldn't help but remain skeptical.
Though the school was government-backed, the sheer amount seemed excessive. Why so much? My mind thought it over, analyzing the implications. Private points could buy anything, yet the question remained: What was their true value?
The teacher's smirk seemed to suggest that she was aware of my calculations, yet she said nothing as she observed the class's reactions.
"Does anyone have any questions?" she asked, her tone carrying a subtle challenge.
I raised my hand. "Sensei, may I ask you an important question?"
She regarded me for a moment before answering with that same playful smirk. "Ah, Lelouch Lamperouge. Go ahead."
"Could you explain, in full detail, how the private points work?" I asked, my voice even but carrying a subtle weight of authority.
The class turned toward me, curiosity flickering in their eyes. All waited for the teacher's response.
"Sorry," she said, her smile never fading, "but I can't answer that."
I narrowed my eyes. This was hardly a satisfying answer though it did make sense of something for me.
"Is that so?" I responded, letting the words hang in the air. "Earlier, you mentioned anything could be bought with private points. Is that correct?"
"Yes," she replied, her confusion evident, though she met my gaze with a wariness that hinted at the fact she was hiding something.
"Then, could I buy the explanation from you?" I asked, my voice smooth as I leaned slightly forward. My intent was clear: I wanted to see how deeply the system ran and how much the teacher or the school valued such knowledge.
The class fell into a brief silence, some students unsure how to react. But I could already sense the teacher's shift in demeanor.
"Impressive," she said, the smirk transforming into a full blown genuine smile. "Yes, you could. But it's going to cost you."
"How much?" I asked, my eyes never leaving hers.
"50,000 private points," she answered, her smile sly. "But remember this is a one person deal. Meaning any information I give you cannot be shared with anyone, or there will be consequences."
Fifty thousand. Half of my monthly points. I paused, carefully weighing the worth of the information. Was it worth it?
"I'll pass," I said after a beat, meeting her gaze. "I think I can figure it out for myself."
The teacher's eyes flickered with something almost resembling admiration, but she quickly masked it with a dismissive tone. "As you wish. But I would advise against underestimating what you could gain from such information."
Before she could say more, a voice from the near the front had broke in. A blonde girl, strikingly beautiful with piercing blue eyes, asked the teacher the very question I'd been contemplating: Was it really worth the 50,000 points?
But the teacher didn't answer. She merely glanced at the clock and gave a casual shrug.
"So many questions, and so little time," she said. "Well, it's time for me to go. Take this chance to get to know each other. Be at the gymnasium on time, or you'll regret it." Her little chuckle at the end spread through the classroom as she left.
As students began to clear think it over, a few gathered around the blonde girl, who already seemed to have the attention of nearly everyone already. I observed the room. A leader in the making, no doubt Ichinose Honami, her name was. Her charisma was undeniable. Yet, as I looked around, I could feel the eyes of others turning toward me, some curious, others wary.
I caught Honami's gaze, our eyes met across the room. She smiled, a friendly aura coming off her. Moments later, she was approaching me, her voice gentle but direct.
"Hi, I'm Ichinose Honami. It's a pleasure to meet you." She offered her hand, her posture graceful and confident, it feel like a queen among commoners.
I took her hand, my mind already working. "The pleasure is mine. You already know my name."
She chuckled, her tone warm. "Lelouch, then. Is it alright if I call you that?"
I considered the question briefly. In Japan, the tradition was to address people by their last names. But I had never really had to follow such customs so it never bothered me. "It's fine," I replied casually. "What can I do for you?"
"I have a question," she began, her voice a little hesitant, but her eyes betraying a hidden resolve. "If I become class leader, would you be willing to be my vice leader?"
I raised an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised. "You want me as your vice leader?"
She nodded, a slight blush creeping across her cheeks. "I've always wanted to lead this class. But I'm not perfect. I've seen your interaction with the teacher. You're sharp, articulate... You could help balance my weaknesses."
I understood her point and her plan. She wanted to fill the gaps in her leadership with my strength. I felt a brief moment of annoyance, though it was fleeting. This girl was smarter than she appeared, and she had me cornered. Reject her, and I risk alienating from the class. Though if I was to accept, I could use her to my advantage at least for now.
After a moment's pause, I offered my response. "After careful consideration, I'll accept your offer. I think it's for the best for both the class and myself."
Her face lit up, a wide smile spreading across her features as she leaned in to give me a hug. "Thank you, Lelouch!" she said, the warmth of her embrace an unexpected gesture.
As she pulled away, she gave me a wave. "We'll talk more later," she said before turning back toward the others, already the center of attention.
I stood there for a moment, a sense of unease creeping up on me. The boys in the class had been watching, and now, their glances turned darker, felt kind of possessive in a way. Though after a few moments a group of girls and boys gathered around my desk, I let out a silent sigh. The game had only just begun but this school didn't seem all to bad.
Certainly! Here's the rewritten version of Light's POV, adjusted to have the tone and style of a light novel, focusing on his calm yet confident nature:
Light's POV:
As I stepped into the classroom, I noticed I was among the first to arrive, a situation that, naturally, I had expected. There were no surprises in the timing it was, after all, something I had anticipated to be the case, I was perfect after all and i needed to make sure everyone saw me that way. The classroom was quiet, which made it all the more reason to be lost in thought. With a measured glance around the room, I approached my designated seat. A back-row spot, next to the window. The ideal position.
I lowered myself into the chair, letting my posture settle into the comfortable space.
"Perfect"
I allowed myself a small, almost imperceptible smile. It was as though the world itself had conspired to offer me this ideal spot. But then, of course, my mind quickly turned elsewhere.
Annoyance hit me as I remembered I had been placed in Class C. The second-lowest class in the school. How strange, I thought, though I wasn't particularly troubled. After all, I had been ranked first in the nation's mock exams, with a flawless score. There was no conceivable way this class was the appropriate one for someone like me. In terms of intellect, I was unmatched. I wasn't the strongest physically though I was certainly well-built, more than capable of competing on a physical level. However, considering my standing academically, this placement was both baffling and yet insulting.
Class B would have been the bare minimum someone like me to expect.
But I would need to keep my thoughts in check. There had to be a reason for this. The school's system funded by the government wasn't likely to make mistakes of such a large magnitude.
As my thoughts continued, the chair beside me creaked slightly. Someone else had taken their seat. I turned to look, and a girl was sitting there a striking sight, with silvery hair and eyes that shimmered a shade of pale purple. She exuded an aura of innocence and charm, something many would likely find endearing and adorable.
"Hello, neighbor," I said smoothly, offering a polite smile. "I'm Light Yagami. And you are?"
She looked at me, her gaze lingering for a moment, as though trying to place my name. After a brief pause, she shook her head, an expression of mild confusion on her face.
"I'm Shiina Hiyori," she replied, her voice soft. "I like to read."
Interesting.*I had no particular fondness for idle chit-chat, but if she was going to be my seatmate, there was no harm in making a connection what could be useful in the future.
"I like reading too," I responded, keeping my tone casual. "Books are a nice way to pass the time."
Hiyori's face lit up, a bright smile tugging at her lips as she looked at me. "You do? That's great! Maybe we could visit the library together later."
I considered her offer for a moment before responding, a small chuckle escaping my lips. "Sure, why not? You can be my first official friend in this school."
As the conversation continued, the bell rang, and the classroom door opened. The teacher had arrived.
"Good morning, Class C," the teacher began, his voice strong but unremarkable. "I'm Sakagami Kazuma, and I'll be your instructor for the next three years."
I listened with mild interest as he outlined the school's rules and procedures, handing out ID cards to each of us. Then, he mentioned something that immediately piqued my interest.
"You will each be given 100,000 private points per month," he said, "which can be used for various things. These points are provided by the school, which is funded by the government."
The class buzzed with surprise and excitement at the announcement. 100,000 yen per month for each student was no small amount, even by my standards. But I was already calculating the implications, the conditions there had to be a catch. The sheer scale of it felt off.
One of the students raised his hand, a boy with magenta-colored hair.
"What happens if there's a fight?" he asked. "What would happen to the people involved?"
The teacher gave a casual shrug. "If reported, it could result in expulsion, depending on the circumstances."
If reported. The phrasing immediately struck me. I was already forming a theory, but I held my thoughts back, waiting for more information to be exchanged.
"I have a question," I spoke up, my voice cutting through the murmur of the classroom.
The teacher looked at me. "What is it, boy?"
"The private points," I began, maintaining a calm, even tone. "Do we get exactly 100,000 points each month, without any exceptions?"
The teacher hesitated for just a moment. "I cannot answer that question," he replied with an almost imperceptible frown.
As I expected. His evasion only confirmed the doubt creeping at the edges of my mind. But I wasn't done yet.
"Why not?" I pressed, my voice sharper this time, studying the teacher's face closely, reading his every subtle reaction.
"I am not permitted to tell you as of now," he answered, his tone even but strained.
I paused, then stood, commanding the room's attention. "Everyone, listen up," I began, speaking with a calm authority. "Based on the information we've been given and my observations, I've concluded that we will not receive the full 100,000 private points every month unless we meet certain conditions."
A murmur passed through the class, and I looked around slight before I continued, "When I entered the room, I noticed cameras planted in several locations there's only one blind spot, near the front of the room. This means we are being surveilled, both as a class and individually. The points may be a reward system, but it seems more likely they're part of a larger mechanism. Consider the math: 100,000 yen per student, multiplied by the number of students what is forty. That's four million of yen every month, that's just for this class as well, It doesn't add up. There's no way a prestigious school, funded by the government, would give out that much money without some kind of condition."
I spoke with authority, allowing the weight of my reasoning to sink in. The class was silent, but I could see some were starting to grasp the implications of what I was saying. The teacher, however, was staring at me with an odd, almost amused expression.
"Clever," he said, the corner of his mouth lifting in a faint grin. "Well, enough of this for now. We'll discuss this further later."
As the teacher left, the room began to stir again, but before anyone could approach me, a voice rang out, loud and commanding.
"I, Ryūen Kakeru, am now the leader of Class C."
His tone was not one of mere declaration, it was a challenge, a command. The whole class seemed to freeze, awaiting the inevitable fallout. But before anyone could respond, another voice cut through the tension.
"Who said you could be the leader?" a boy with a defiant stance asked as he walked toward Ryūen.
"Huh, what did you say?" Ryūen sneered, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
The boy didn't back down. "Who put you in charge?"
Before he could finish his sentence, Ryūen slammed him to the ground, pinning him with startling speed. The room fell into stunned silence, the other students too afraid to intervene. I watched the scene unfold, noting how Ryūen's actions went unchecked. No alarms sounded, no security appeared. The cameras, I realized, were recording it all, but nothing was happening.
This was far more than just a display of power; it was a test I could only assume from Ryuen, to see if anyone was capable of stopping him from this classroom.
Though quickly after another student, a tall, imposing figure, moved forward. He wasn't intimidated. He grabbed Ryūen's fist mid-swing.
"Oh, so you want to fight too?" Ryūen grinned.
The tall boy didn't say anything, merely standing his ground as Ryūen launched another attack but now at him. But the boy dodged easily, his movements fluid and effortless.
"What's your name?" Ryūen asked, still smirking.
"Yamada Albert," the tall boy replied, his tone calm.
The confrontation escalated from there. Ryūen tried to land a kick, only to have Albert catch it with ease. Ryūen's right hook followed, but Albert took it without so much as flinching, his expression unchanged.
The whole class watched, some secretly cheering for Albert. But Ryūen wasn't one to back down, even as Albert easily countered every blow. The fight continued for a few minutes, but it was clear who was winning.
As I observed the dynamics between the two, I knew I had to step in. This situation could be used to my advantage. I stood up, my voice cutting through the noise.
"Excuse me," I said calmly, making my presence known. "It's only the first day, and it wouldn't be wise to start fighting each other."
Both Ryūen and Albert turned to face me. Ryūen let out a mocking laugh.
"Well, well, if it isn't the pretty boy with the brain," Ryūen said as he spat out some blood.
I extended my hand in a gesture of peace, a subtle challenge in itself. "Instead of fighting, why don't we work together?"
The tension in the room thickened as I spoke, but it didn't take long for the others to look to me for answers. Yet Ryūen wasn't so easily swayed.
"I'll stop fighting when I'm the undisputed leader of this class," he said, glaring at Albert. "And if that means beating the crap out of him, so be it."
I allowed a slight smile to touch my lips. "How about this? What if we become co-leaders? You and me, Ryūen."
Ryūen laughed, dismissing the idea. "Team up with you, pretty boy? Why would I do that?"
I didn't waver. "Think about it. With my intellect, your strength and resilience, we could become an unstoppable force and easily be in class A in no time."
Ryūen seemed to contemplate it for a moment before stepping toward me. "You think you're smarter than me, huh?" he said, his smirk widening.
"I am," I replied confidently. "I ranked first in the nation's mock exams. I also spotted the cameras in this room the moment I walked in something I'm certain you didn't notice, and even if you did you definitely didn't do it nearly as quickly."
He paused, then let out a low chuckle. "I see. Fine. I'll consider your offer."
But just as he was about to shake my hand, his expression shifted. In an instant, he attempted to land a blow to my face. I managed to dodge, but the close call didn't faze me but if I hadn't noticed the twitch from his hands he most definitely would have caught me.
"You're fast," Ryūen said with a chuckle. "I like that. As for your offer... well, I'll consider making you my underling."
With that, he turned and walked out of the classroom. Looking around, it seemed as if everyone was relieved that it was finally over. I pondered this class over, letting out a small sigh as I couldn't believe I was in a class with that delinquent. I shook my head as I looked at the watch; it seemed like the right time to go to the gymnasium for the introduction to the school.
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The following chapter will primarily focus on Class A,B,C.
As I won't be doing the first bit of class D, mainly because nothing will change.
If there's anything you think I should add, let me know.