Hello everyone, the most dangerous thought for a ff writer has entered my head, an idea, for yet another new story. I'll wrote this to test the waters, let me know what you think.
Death, it hurt like hell, Lelouch found this out the hard way, through personal experience, yet he was slightly happy, he had created a world where his loved ones, no, everyone could live and be happy...
Yet he could not help but think he could have done better, that he could have saved so many more lives, he could have lived happy, he wouldn't have had to hurt Nunnally, his witch, C.C., and his knight, dame, and red queen, Kallen.
'If only I wasn't so cocky, stubborn, and arrogant, I could have been able to do so much more, but even so... I'm glad I could at least make a difference...'
He was laying on the bottom of the steps to his little throne, next to his crying sister.
'She must have figured it out...'
He heard more crying, Kallen, it was Kallen's cries, he was sure of it, and, C.C. he could hear both of them, though the green haired girl was sharing her distress unintentionally through some sort of mental link through their contract.
'And so did Kallen... I'm sorry, to all three of you.'
He looked at the black knights, the looks in their eyes, they knew as well.
'Hmm, they sure are smart when I don't want them to be, and stupid when I hope they're not, funny how that works.'
Kallen was staring right at him, eyes half closed and tears streaming down her face.
His life had almost completely gone, but he had one last bit of energy to do one more thing.
He smiled, it was no evil smirk, nor victorious last grin, it was just a smile, he smiled right at them, and his eyes closed, for the last time in his life on this earth.
Lelouch VI Britannia died at the hands of 'Zero' as the masked man dealt 'justice' against the 'demon'.
It was dark... he felt a chill go up his spine, last time he checked dead people weren't supposed to feel anything, he opened his eyes, another thing dead people usually didn't do, he noted, then took stock of his surroundings.
He was in some sort of luxurious manor, that much he could tell, in front of him was a group of people, all of whom where wearing black military uniforms, high ranking officers from what he could tell, observing the many medals that adorned said uniforms, caps held under their arms, all of them white males.
The center of their attention was another man, black/brown hair, a rather ugly trimmed mustache, and brown eyes. Also wearing black, but no medals adorned his outfit. He was pointing at several locations on a map, and speaking German, a language he found himself somehow understanding and translating to English quite clearly.
He looked down at himself, he was also in a uniform like the others and had many medals of his own hanging from his uniform, though one thing stood out, everyone else that he could see at the moment had strange red sashes wrapped around their right arms, with a white circle and a strange black symbol in the middle, he did not.
He then peaked at the map, it was of the European continent, from old Britain all the way to Japan, and everything in between, with a glimpse of North Africa at the bottom.
He blinked in confusion.
'Where the hell am I?' He thought.
He tried to figure that out, thinking over the possibilities, and then began to look about the room for clues. He found himself choking on his breath as he skimmed over a newspaper laying on a chair by a desk nearby.
'Correction... WHEN THE HELL AM I!?'
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A/N that's right! My next idea is Lelouch (and several others, cough Kallen Cough C.C.) being tossed into the real world, right near the beginning of WWII and Hitlers rise to power. This has been in my head for weeks and the only way to get it out of my head was... well... to get it out of my head... please tell me what you think.
