Hello! Desodus is back! It's been a while since I have done any actual writing, so this is shorter than what I have been historically able to put into a chapter, but I'm still getting back into the scheme of things in regards to writing so bear with me here. Of course, being away from writing for so long, I think my ability to write well has fallen greatly.
On another note, many people seem to have a misunderstanding of what was said in the Author's Note posted a bit back; looking over it again, I realized that I did not specify that I would only be currently re-writing Index Code; the other two crossovers are to remain up and eventually updated because the only issue I had with my own writing was with the Index crossover.
Anyway, I hope you all will enjoy the revamped adventures of Lelouch in Academy City!
Prologue: What Came Next
The crowd was in shock.
What they were witnessing was nothing short of a miracle; the victorious demon emperor, Lelouch vi Britannia, was struck down by the revived masked man of justice, Zero.
But as sudden as that shock was to the crowd, what happened next was even more bizarre.
there was a flash, and so fast that the eye almost missed it, was the sight of a black orb expanding, then the sound of an explosion, and Zero was flung back, his clothes smouldering and his cape singed. Landing on his back in front of the throne vehicle.
The masked Zero quickly righted himself before turning back to the throne, the crowd along with him. To everyone's shock, there was no sign of the emperor, but a small puddle of blood.
(Scene Change)
"Let's get this shit over with" grumbled a young man with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair and wearing a maroon suit.
Said young man was currently standing in a large, bright, spotless white room. To his left was an observation window where several other people were distinctly visibly.
[INITIATING TEST] went the intercom.
with a lazy flick of his hand, the young man summoned forth a couple dozen small black orbs floating in front of him, with another flick, he sent the orbs careening around the room, detonating as they came into contact with anything else, causing craters and explosions around the white room.
One or two even made it near the observation window, causing a couple of the viewers to dive away as the orb detonated next to them, causing cracks in the glass.
this gave the bored boy a small chuckle at their reaction.
after scorching and destroying a good part of the once spotless room, another voice came over the intercom;
[BRING OUT YOUR WINGS]
With a roll of his eyes, the boy summoned forth his wings of Dark Matter. Bursting from his where his shoulder blades, were six white feathered wings.
The wings began to flap and the boy began to rise through the air.
the boy redirected four of his wings in front of him, while the other two maintained his altitude. at the tips of the four wings were the consolidation of more black orbs, gaining size until the four of them touched and became one giant black orb that dwarfed the boy.
electricity crackled around the orb, the lights in the room flickered and the bulbs shattered as one, drowning the room in darkness, other than the illumination from the observation post.
Suddenly, orange emergency lights flickered on around the room, bathing it in harsh shadows and flickering energy.
[THAT'S ENOUGH! STO-!] whatever was about to be said was unfinished as the sounds of a scuffle could be heard from the unattended mike.
After a moment where the black orb of power steadily grew bigger and bigger, another, harsher voice came on the intercom;
[CONTINUE]
the blonde boy in the dark room gave a savage grin as he put more and more power into the already massive orb of Dark Matter. Though that grin began to falter as he continued to contain the energy in one fixed state.
More and more electricity began to crackle around the orb, the young man was already not visible to those in the observation post.
The floating young man added his two hands to stabilize the growing mass of Dark Matter.
A growing wave of nausea suddenly came upon him.
There was a flash that blinded everyone, and the boy was sent tumbling head over heels through the air before finally righting himself.
Though the massive ball of Dark Matter remained where it had originally formed, thought the electricity no longer crackled around its edges, there was an eerie stillness to it that raised the hair on the scientists' necks.
The ball of energy suddenly shrunk to a quarter of its original size, and electricity and energy once more crackled around it, but it seemed to shake in the air, parts of the ball would push out and then recede at random intervals, the energy crackling tripled in quantity and intensity as well.
As sudden as it had shrunk, as sudden was the explosion that rocked the entire facility.
Two of the three scientists in the observation room were flung across and struck the opposite wall as the plexiglass shattered inwards , knocking them out cold. The third scientist had the foresight to hold onto the console in front of him for support from the explosion, even as shards of the glass cut into his side.
The floating man was able to use his wings to shield himself from the explosion.
As the facility stopped shaking, both the scientist and the winged man got a good look at the destruction caused by the Dark Matter.
But it was not the damages to the room that truly drew their eyes, but man in weird white clothes currently bleeding out on the floor.
A person whom appeared where no one was previously, as if out of thin air.
unsure what to make of this new event, the young man in the maroon suit lightly touched back down upon the ground of the room, his wings dissipating as he did so.
"What the hell is this?!" he asked out loud, turning to the one remaining scientist. "Is this part of the evaluation?"
"No" answered the scientist before he jumped down into the room, uncaring that he was freefalling thirty meters, and just landing with a minor flex of his knees. "This is unexpected"
The young man took in the scientist's actions and the bleeding cuts on his side without anything other than a tightening of his eyes.
"What's a Kihara doing at my evaluation?" he asked, now more intently studying the scientist.
The man in question was wearing a generic lab coat, but underneath it, he wore a black suit and tie, looking more like a bodyguard than a scientist. He skin was deathly pale with brown hair that fell unkept to his shoulders, his hair also had a slightly greasy sheen to it.
His face was somber and stoic as he walked up to the youth.
The Kihara swept his gaze from the youth and to the bleeding man on the ground, with quick steps, he arrived at the body, and after a simple check, was able to confirm his current state;
"He's dead" the Kihara said simply. "A single thrust of some bladed weapon through his chest"
"That still doesn't answer of how the hell he got here" the youth said with a roll of his eyes.
"It's obvious that your ability had something to do with it" the Kihara answered before breaking out in monotonous laughter.
the oddly, almost robotic laughter placed the youth on edge, just slightly.
"What's so funny?" the youth asked, though, he wasn't even sure if the Kihara had found anything funny to begin with.
"You should be happy" the Kihara answered as he stopped his creepy laugh, still speaking in a somber tone. "Congratulations, you've just earned the chance to meet with the Chairman"
That sentence instantly drew all of the youth's attention.
"Just like that?" the youth asked, incredulously, a slight bit of anger seeping into his words. "I pull some random dead guy from thin air and you're going to take me to see Crowley?! After I've tried to even get a fucking phone call for the past two years!?"
The Kihara turned his slack emotionless face to the youth; "Ye-!"
There was a sudden intake of breathe behind the two of them, and then;
*Cough, cough, cough*
The two of them quickly turned back to the supposed dead body behind them.
said dead body was currently having a coughing fit upon the ground.
the youth gave the Kihara an inquisitive look; "You said the fucker was dead?"
"Indeed" the Kihara answered simply, snapping his fingers, part of the wall disengaged and slid away to reveal several men fully armed and armoured in grey HsPs-15 power suits.
The quartet of guards quickly gave a salute to the Kihara before promptly surrounding the man on the ground, weapon trained on his shaking form.
The Kihara slowly followed suit, with the youth impatiently taping his foot behind them all, revving to get going and meet the Chairman.
"Who are you?" the Kihara asked the man on the ground.
"W-Where am I?" the man asked in return, lifting his head slightly, his voice so weak that it was barely higher than a whisper, the blonde youth even had trouble hearing it.
"Wrong answer" the Kihara said simply, before pulling a pistol from his lab coat and placing two shots into the other man's head.
The man on the ground fell back, eyes glassy and empty.
The Kihara placed away his firearm, knelt down and checked the body once more before giving a short nod, causing two of the men in power suits to step forward and carry the dead body by the arms between them, his feet just touching the ground as he was lifted.
The Kihara turned back to the youth again, whom was sporting a very suspicious look now, eyes going back and between the Kihara and the dead man; "Let's go" the Kihara said, turning back ending any attempt for questions.
With that, the Kihara began walking away, the dead man being carried behind him while the last two guards followed after that.
With a start, the young man in the maroon suit had to quickly catch up as the Kihara walked away.
(Scene Break)
"It has finally happened" the Kihara was speaking.
With a start, the young man realized that they were no longer walking down a whitewashed hallway, but were standing in a quadrangular room with a glass tank in the middle of it, there was a person floating upside down in said tank.
His eyes widened as he finally took in the absolute ruler of Academy City and took in the rest of the room. He found no entrance the group could have walked through, in fact, he could not remember the time between leaving the testing room and entering this one.
"Dark Matter has-" the Kihara was beginning his report but was interrupted.
"Crowley!" the blonde youth cried, stepping forward. "I wish to negotiate"
The man in the tank gave a bemused glance at the youth before turning back to the Kihara: "Continue your report, Kenshō" the voice it spoke in was oddly melodic.
"As I was saying" Kihara Kenshō continued. "The one in a million chance has finally occurred. Dark Matter has successfully come into contact with dark matter and caused a reaction. I am -"
Once more, he was interrupted; "Hey!" cried the youth, visibly angry now. "Don't ignore me! You need me for whatever you're planning right now! I brought him to the facility!"
Crowley once more spared the youth a glance, but this time, it lack an kind of inflection, just stony coldness.
Without warning, the youth suddenly had a piercing headache that made it impossible to think; the pain pounded at his skull, driving him to his knees.
The youth gave a cry as the pain rose to a crescendo before he fell forward, unconscious and bleeding from his ears and nose.
"Why did you bring the Spare Plan?" the melodic voice asked, the head in the water tank shifting slightly to the left.
"My apologies" Kenshō replied. With a jerk of his head, one of the two men in power suits not holding the body grabbed the youth by his legs and began to drag him away.
"Your report, please" Crowley said again.
"The procedure was a success" the Kihara spoke. "The reaction caused an explosion within the testing room, and shorting out all recording devices" he gestured to the dead individual behind him. "This young man appeared in the aftermath of the explosion, and without and recordings, I am currently unable to confirm nor deny what the reaction had done to bring him before us"
"He appears to be dead"
"Apologies, I was testing a hypothesis of mine" Kihara answered, gesturing to the bullet wounds.
"Which is?" Crowley asked, but he was already getting his answer.
*Retch* Another round of racking coughs struck the man currently being detained by the power suit wearing guards.
"If this man could actually regenerate himself from fatal wounds" he turned to the currently dry-heaving young man. "Evidently... I was correct"
Chapter End