Knowledge is Power [Emilia/Faustein] (COMPLETE)

Some time had passed since Faustein's second encounter with Mandrake, the Impmon/Wizardmon and his friend and comrade, Lothar the Elecmon/Leomon which involved breaking out of yet another prison and escaping captivity by a Cyberdramon and its cronies. Since then, once again, he had returned to his everyday routine which was his profession as a practicing physician-scientist and his ongoing, endless mad science research, but also to the occasional heeding of the summons sent by his maternal grandparents with regards to the business dealings, both major and minor, of the keiretsu owned by his parents, his grandparents, and of course, the clan. After being preoccupied relentlessly in all of these responsibilities thusly, Faustein had finally gotten a chance to enjoy some downtime, and he intended to take advantage of this period of respite to the fullest extent possible. Sadly, that had not lasted very long for soon afterward, he had gotten a call from some of the staff at a nearby school whom he knew fairly well. They had requested him to fill in for the school doctor and also as a substitute teacher at said school. Since the school was one of many which enjoyed significant donations from his maternal grandparents and the keiretsu they owned managed and which he was someday going to inherit as the next sole proprietor and CEO, he could not refuse the request. So, with great chagrin, he had agreed and thus his stint at the school had begun in earnest.

The work was fairly simplistic since he was quite familiar with all the common health problems that students had on a daily basis due to him being a practicing physician-scientist. The teaching was also equally straightforward especially since he was quite knowledgeable about both ancient and modern history due to being obsessed with all the war games and strategy games during his childhood and having been made to read plenty of literature detailing all the famous conflicts throughout history by his grandparents. Apart from that due to his experience with studying the more advanced versions of biology, chemistry, and other such science subjects Thus several days had gone by without event and on this particular day, he had just finished examining a student that had come by, and was now heading to his favorite vending machine for a snack and a black coffee. He approached the machine and was just about to have it dispense a Hot Fries bag when he saw another hand reach out for the machine as well. Following it, he noticed that it belonged to one of his history class's students, one Emilia Testarossa. So, he smirked and remarked, his voice being the usual rich, resounding, baritone but hypnotically melodious voice

"Move swift as the Wind and Attack like the Fire, eh? While this is certainly necessary in order to accomplish one's objectives, it still does not condone one's running through the hallways, Ms. Testarossa."

He said and then fell silent, his eyes inscrutable due to being hidden by the glare of the flourescent lights overhead impinging on his polarizzed Google Glasses, but his smirk was now a tad wider, indicating that he was amused by her. As he waited, a gentle zephyr blew through the open window across from him, causing his long white lab coat to flutter about and his gravity defying whitish-green hair to wave about dramatically.

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Here was a truly hilarious specimen before him, and so Faustein had merely observed silently with a bemused smirk on his thin, firm lips as Emilia fumbled with her words and even became flustered enough for her face to take on a flushed appearance. As if that were not enough, he could practically see the doubt written all over her face as to why he was at the vending machine and why her seemingly flawless plan had come crashing down around her. Throughout all this, the right corner of his mouth was twitching slightly indicating that he was forcefully suppressing full blown uproarious laughter. So, after she had fallen silent at last, he commenced by tilting his head slightly downward so that the glare was removed from his glasses, revealing his arrenstingly bright, and hauntingly hypnotic crimson red eyes and transfixing her gaze with his own which was currently glinting with the force and light of his unbridled mirth while remarking

"Before answering your question, if you will allow me to hazard an intelligent guess, perhaps your current thoughts are something along the lines of What? WHAT?! Nobody should be anywhere near this vending machine at this hour! My calculations were flawless!. Well the answer to that is, like you, my hunger and thirst brought me to this oasis which seems to hold a cornucopia of foods and beverages."

He paused to let his action and the implication of that action sink in to her mind for a few moments and then resumed answering her other unspoken wonder with that same trademark smug smirk on his lips

"You are correct in that I did quote from Sun Tzu just now, but it rather surprising to encounter familiarity with such an ancient figure in one so young as yourself. You are also right about your qualitative estimate of my age, for you see, it is a mere 29 years, far younger than that of the average professor in a similar position. Now, regarding my superlative countenance and anatomical morphology, what was that antediluvian aphorism?...Beauty is in the eye of the beholder? Now then, regarding my prior knowledge of your name, well that is due to the fact that I have ensured that my mind has analyzed and memorized the data on all of my students...including you of course."

He paused again to let this sink in as well and then answered her actual, spoken query

"Right again, Ms. Testarossa. I am the new substitute professor at this institution and I shall be assisting any department that needs my aid during my stint here...well, except for music theory and cinematography, that is. That said, I am also this institution's new resident physician in charge of the health and welbeing of not only the student populace, but also that of the instructors as well. My responsibilities and personal data aside, your apology is accepted, with the caveat that you do NOT commit such an error again. Is that understood?"

With all of that said, Faustein fell silent at last and with that signature smug smirk still playing upon his thin, firm lips, he waited to see how Emilia would react to his words and deeds.

As the minutes ticked by, Emilia's words, actions, and mannerisms in general had amused Faustein more and more and it had become increasingly difficult to exert his iron will to repress his mirth, but somehow he had managed to keep control over himself and thus had prevented himself from devolving into a fit of hysterical, uproarious laughter. So, he had simply let Emilia ramble onward at her leisure and patiently waited till such a time that she was finished with whatever she had to say to him.

Great Scott! This specimen is a rather loquacious one, eh? This mystery of a female's ability to chatter on incessantly in an indefatigable manner is truly one of the greatest mysteries of this universe.

However, at long last, Faustein was able to witness Emilia's long speech come to a close. Therefore, he began his reply, choosing to address each of her statements in order, of course.

"Indeed, so it would be prudent for you to tame your Bucephalian mind, Ms. Testarossa, lest it run amok when you may have the greatest need of its acumen. After all, you would not wish for me to scan your mind and learn your innermost, deepest secrets, now would you?"

He flashed her an amused, smug smirk as before and paused to let his opening statement sink in before resuming

"Of course, this experience will be a truly intriguing one for all parties involved therein. Here's to an amusing school year then. Ah right, how silly of me, my name was never introduced to you, but then perhaps it would be more efficient if my name was introduced to you and the rest of your class as a whole in the lecture class that we will be undertaking once the afternoon bell sounds the alarm for all students and faculty to head to their respective classes. Besides, keeping my name a mysterious secret for the time being may just be able to elicit an intriguing reaction from all of you."

Then, he moved on to address the part wherein she had introduced her personal information to him and mentioned her previous professor take a leave of absence

"Yes, if my analysis is correct about that, his condition should be remedied within the next three or four months, well that is presuming his immunolymphatic system is still intact by that time, of course. However, it would be prudent of you to keep this data securely locked away in your cerebral database and not reveal it to anyone. Now then, regarding your offer to provide me with a guided tour of the campus, that would be a good idea, if it were not for the fact that my mind has already memorized all of the details regarding this institution and its grounds. Furthermore, both of our academic reputations may come into question and even be jeopardized if any were to witness the two of us moving so close together. For these two reasons, it would behoove me to decline that offer."

He paused there to ensure he was not overwhelming her with information as his role, despite how he did not like it, was to put up the facade of the kind and caring professor. Then, he resumed speaking, first addressing her mention of her birth sign

"Ah, a Scorpio, eh? Well, you certainly do embody the lore of that particular sign to a noticeable degree. That said, you may want to restrain the inherent weaknesses associated with that sign, Ms. Testarossa."

He had heard her mention that she was born in Italy, so he decided to invvestigate her mastery of the associated language, so he couched his next remark entirely in Italian, and even went so far as to emulate the inflections, intonations, and other vocal and behavioral characteristics of a native born Italian speaker to near perfection

"Quindi, sei la contadina di uno dei più grandi generali del mondo antico? Davvero impressionante."

After that, he stretched out his right index finger and placed it in contact with Emilia's forehead, specifically the point between her eyes where the top of her nose met her forehead while resuming speaking in English and staring directly into her eyes with his own arrestingly bright, haunting crimson red ones

"Indeed, it is imperative that you calm yourself down, in both mind AND body, Ms. Testarossa. After all, that is one of the hallmarks of an aspiring general, is it not?

Since it was expected of him, Faustein closed with what he figured was a courteous closing statement after removing his finger from her forehead

"Likewise, Ms. Testarossa. Now then, you had better make your exit, as the alarm bell will start sounding any second now. We shall meet in your next class shortly. Till then, au revoir."

As if on cue, the alarm bell signaling the end of the lunch break started its resounding ringing exactly when he had finished his sentence. So, he fell silent, gave her a pistol salute and turned briskly on his heel, causing his lab coat to flutter about his person dramatically before making his exit from the hallway and heading downstairs to where the next classroom was located so he could reach there on time.

Faustein had taken his time wandering through the Humanities course building's hallways since technically he had a considerable break of time before the history lecture class which was to be his first ever class to be taught at that institution. Additionally, he had also been hungry and so needed this time to partake of the snacks and drink he had bought from the vending machine just before having his encounter with Emilia. It did not take him very long to finish his meal since he had a fairly high metabolism and so before long, he had disposed of the now empty snacks and drink containers in a nearby trashbin before heading off once more, first towards the faculty room. Here, he picked up the pair of special order, ornate but still very functional geta shoes, the matching kabuki theatrical outfit, and traditional Japanese umbrella as wel, all of these items being specially designed to be appropriate to the current season which he had brought with him. Then, he went to a nearby restroom, changed into the kabuki outfit, put on the geta shoes with the tabi socks included after which, he headed out to his history class. Of course, he had made sure to have all of his gadgets strapped onto his new outfit as he had with his standard physician-scientist's attire, so he was prepared for whatever would come his way.

Thanks to his stride, it did not take him very long to reach the lecture hall, but before he entered, he activated the music player app on his custom made smartphone to full volume and set it to activate at exactly the same time as he entered the room. As he entered, he hopped on one leg and then the other as per the traditional kabuki routine while holding the umbrella resting on his left shoulder such that his face was hidden from the students until he arrived at his smart desk. All the while, the usual kabuki theatrical sound effects were resounding through the room. Accompanying this performance was a gif displayed on the giant smart board which made up the entirety of the wall behind him which was of course showing the appropriate backdrop for the current season that was usually used in these performances. Upon arrival, he twirled the umbrella around his back and then hurled it elegantly into the air where it started to descend slowly. Upon seeing this, a few students asked in chorus, clearly demonstrating their confusion

"Just who are you?"

He smirked as he heard them and then started his overly dramatic, but still meticulously choreographed introduction by once again hopping again alternately on each leg, this time from side to side, before landing with his right foot forward and his left foot positioned behind, transfixing the entire student body in the room with a wide eyed, dramatic stare using his arrestingly bright, hauntingly hypnotic crimson red eyes which were fully visible thanks to him having removed his Google Glasses.



"I am glad you asked that question!! Now, you baby chicks, open those beady little eyes and those cute little ears so that you may behold my greatness!!"

After that, he took hold of the long, dangling sideburns of his thick, long, ornately made white wig which was part of his kabuki outfit and swung his head around briefly while saying



"From the north to the south and the east to the west, no malady has ever eluded this physician-scientist. The ivory haired disciple of Hippocrates!! The talented healer that strikes terror into the cores of all microorganisms!! Dr. Faustein Kuroyakushi!!"

He said and at the end, he closed his performance with the usual kabuki stance or pose that followed these types of performances. Specifically, after first rolling his head and neck slowly and dramatically, he had his right upper limb outstretched towards the students with his open palm facing them while having his left upper limb in a similar pose facing the large wall to wall smart board behind him while saying after a dramatic pause

"Indeed!! I speak of none other than myself!!”



By the end of all this, the umbrella which had been descending at a snail's pace while twirling in the air, landed exactly in his outstretched left hand even though he was not even looking behind him. Overall, he looked quite dramatic in appearance given the ornate nature of his kabuki outfit and makeup



Then, he fell silent and waited to see what the students' reactions to his performance would be like while holding the same pose he finished in patiently. As he waited, a zephyr wafted through the open window and caused his outfit and wig to flutter and wave dramatically while the sunlight streaming through illuminated his eyes in such a way as to accentuate their arresting, haunting and hypnotic nature.

Faustein had smirked as he saw the entire class cheer, laugher, jeers and have other such reactions and had waited for them to calm down. Towards the end, however, it had seemed the excitement he had brought in the way of an icebreaker to ease whatever tension or anxiety there may hev existed in the students' hearts had been a little too overwhelming for Emilia as she fainted and crashed to the lecture hall floor.

Well now, that was certainly unexpected...the data did indicate that she had a frail body, but still, to pass out like that simply from too much exictement? Oh well...

He mused silently and then, as he wished to convey the image of a professor who was concerned for his students' welfare, he set aside the various tools he was using, like the umbrella and the miniature traditional Japanese folding fans which he had brought out at an earlier point in the performance and then headed over to Emilia.

"Mr.Tanaka, Ms. Yuki, and Mr. Raigo, there is need of your assistance in this matter. Let us transport Ms. Testarossa to the university's infirmary so that she can get treated and revived back to consciousness."

To that, the three students he had enlisted helped him pick her up and then together they transported her to the university's infirmary and then set her on one of the patient beds there. Of course, a few of her concerned friends had followed them, so Faustein had them wait outside in the hallway until such a time when he would have finished restoring Emilia to consciousness. It did not take him very long to do that of course since the university's infirmary was stocked adequately with all of the items he required for the process. Then it was just a matter of time till Emilia opened her eyes, so he returned to his office in the interim and changed back into his usual physician-scientist's outfit as that was more apropos for the situation.



After that, he returned to the infirmary and instructed her friends to summon him once that had happened and she was ready to explain what had happened to her

"Once Ms. Testarossa has awoken, one of you must come and summon me so that the final examination of her condition may be completed, so be sure to keep watch over her. That said, this is an infirmary, so it would behoove the lot of you to remain silent and avoid unnecessary chatter."

After that, he headed off to his office which was in the room across from the location of the row of patient beds in the infirmary and waited for Emilia to wake up completely.

Faustein had been examining Emilia's patient file on his tablet in the dimly lit office when he heard the door open, but without looking up, he simply welcomed her after pushing off the side of the desk before him with his long legs, causing the plush, high-back computer chair to swivel about to face her while snapping his fingers once to turn the flourescent lights overhead on to illuminate the room

"Welcome...to the dark side, Ms. Testarossa."

He remarked with that trademark smug smirk on his thin lips and in that same rich, resounding baritone but hypnotically melodious voice of his while having one leg crossed over the other and a Long-Haired Persian with silvery-white fur gently, but audibly purring while sprawled out on his lap with a contented look on her face. While gently head-petting the purring cat and stroking her floofy furred back



He asked her afterwards with a slight 30 degree head tilt with a long ancient looking curvilinear pipe danging from the side of his mouth



"This is where all the fun stuff happens often. We have cookies, cake, and orange soda, so would you perhaps care for some?"

Then, he fell silent and while waiting for her reaction, he raised his arms and after resting his elbows on the padded armrests of the computer chair, he dovetailed his fingers, the right hand pinkie of which had a large, expensive looking ring on it, and steepled his hands



Meanwhile, his polarized Google Glasses bearing eyes pointed directly at her. Due to the glare from the lights overhead and due to how his head was tilted just enough to catch the light, it made his Google Glasses glint brightly and obscure his eyes from view. There was music playing in the background with a soundtrack one may have expected to hear in those stereotypical old time movies about mad scientists and evil lairs.

There were specimen jars with a variety of formalin preserved specimens lined up on the shelf at the far end of the room, a couple of Tesla Coils and Van de Graaf generators built into and telescoping out from the walls at some points, test tube racks with a variety of test tubes, mortars and pestles, crucibles, Bunser burners, as well as other lab glassware such as Erlenmeyer flasks with all manner of solutions smoking, sparking, glowing, and doing various other chemical effects set up on a series of sturdy tables alongside the walls as well, to his right. From there, a medley of odors of various types were wafting and pervading the room, so perhaps Emilia could smell them. To his left there was a patient examination bed with a large, sturdy telescoping arm holding a tray with various physician's tools on it like a stethoscope, mercury manometers, lead aprons, tuning forks of variour fequencies, tongue depressors and so on. Thus, overall, the room seemed like some strange fusion of a stereotypical mad science lab and a typical doctor's office one would find at any university.

Faustein flashed his trademark smug smirk at Emilia as she sat there and accepted his offer of refreshments, and indeed he did have some ready and waiting as he had suspected it was a case of low blood glucose combined with an overtly excited state that had brought her down in the first place. So, he nodded, and replied in that usual rich, baritone but hypnotically melodious voice of his while snapping his fingers once, with the sharp crack echoing around his office due to the special acoustics

"Indeed, I am, for if I did not have these at my disposal, do you think I would have offered them, Ms. Testarossa?"

Moments after he fell silent after that initial remark, a custom built, state of the art, though prototype gynoid, aka a robot witht he appearance of a human female which was dressed in a typical anime outfit, this one being a combination of a nurse and a maid, came towards them.



Its hands securely held a tray bearing a plate full of various types of cookies from the standard Chips Ahoy! ones to the slightly more exotic like those with M and Ms in standard dough, ones that were double chocolate chip, and also ones with white chocolate and macademia nuts baked into them along with a small glass of orange soda on it. Upon arrival, it offered the tray to Emilia and then went to stand next to Faustein, awaiting his next instructions. Then, Faustein resumed after letting Emilia partake of the small snack

"Now then, once you are done partaking of this light snack, we can go over to the patient's area over there and then I shall give you a physical exam to ensure that you have indeed recovered from your episode of vasovagal syncope. After that, if you still desire to look around my office, you may do so, Ms. Testarossa."

Then, he shifted gears and addressed her concern about holding up his lectures and at this point, he let out a deep, rumbling chuckle

"That will not do, that will not do at all, Ms. Testarossa. You have enrolled in my classes and you shall stay in them barring violation of the institution's policy on failing grades, of course. Besides, I have that effect on a great many people, so there is nothing to worry about in this regard."

Then, he fell silent again, waiting for her to finish off the drink and snack so that he could proceed with his duties as the university's resident physician-scientist.