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DISCLAIMER: I don't own Code Geass, nor the awesome CLAMP character desgins, however noodley they are.
PREFACE: Might be crack in the humor areas. I did my research on the Knightmares, the characters, and the rest of the CG universe. The story takes place after Season 2, so spoilers abound! Plenty of C.C. because sometimes I think she doesn't get enough. :P Oh well. Less of Kallan because I REALLY don't like her, but enough about that.
This story began when I was worried (by worried I mean OMGWHYAREYOUDEAD?) about Lelouch and whatever the hell happened to him so I got to thinking, what if he had a succesor and it was the girl version of him, providing plenty of yuri action, and! And well, here it is.
P.S. If you ever ventured in the Adult Swim fanfic forum, this story is in the archives. Just wanted to say that. I didn't copy this from it, as it is pure Dinora through and through. Except with with more correct grammar, spelling, and punctuation. Other than that...
Enjoy.
CODE GEASS R3: END OF HALCYON
TURN ONE: SILENT DELIBRATION
2023, Japan. After the fall of the Demon Emperor, peace was restored in Japan. The sister of Lelouch vi Britannia, Nunnally, is now Empress. Advancements in both science and technology have led to the development of more advanced Knightmares, as to which the Britannia has conquered the entire World, to which the Empress rules justly, despite the uprising of a new group, who call themselves the Interlopers…
Nunnally looked out of the Palace windows; a great view that showed the elegant gardens of the Palace. Ornately cut rosebushes and other flowers, carefully watered brilliant green grass, and immense blue ponds containing endangered species of fish collected from throughout the world. The Empress could see none of this at all; even though the top leading scientists and others could give her legs to walk upon, even they could not cure blindness. Even though she temporarily gained the sense of sight, she lost it after the shock of the death of her brother. Yet she felt no hatred or any feelings at her predicament; she took it as a minor problem.
A hollow knock interrupted her thoughts; someone was at the doorway. "Come in", she said, addressing the silent visitor. The visitor walked in, as Nunnally carefully listened to their steps. They slightly dragged themselves on the Oriental rug, but were careful to pick up their feet, and the steps were far apart, suggesting a long stride and tall height. Personality wise, they were hesitant but willing. Only one person fitted that description. She smiled.
"To what do I own this unexpected visit, my knight, Suzaku?" He caught his breath, and sighed. "I don't know how you do it, Empress." She picked up her wooden cane that rested on the chair she sat upon, and walked slowly towards him. She misjudged her distance and collided softly into the chest of the humble Knight. "I'm sorry, Suzaku. And please, do not be so formal." Suzaku heaved, and she could hear the swish of his cloak.
"Of course. I have news." She noticed the rising tremor in his voice. "What has happened?" He hesitated. "We have reports from our forces in Osaka that several towns had been attacked." Nunnally knitted her brows. After all she had done, there were still restful souls wanting revenge. Of course, she thought, who wouldn't want that satisfaction…
"Another terrorist group, I suppose? Have they Knightmare frames or allegiance?" Suzaku answered quickly. "The attackers killed everyone in the vicinity and left only destruction in their wake, and no evidence has been shown as to what they used for such an attack." Nunnally was puzzled. "No evidence, whatsoever?" Suzaku shook his head, his brown locks waving about. "No evidence whatsoever. I believe it may be a new type of terrorist that we are dealing with."
Nunnally remained silent, and reached out a hand towards Suzaku. She couldn't see him blush but she knew he was embarrassed. "Suzaku. Take me downstairs." He took her hand. "Of course." He led her downstairs, and took her cane. Halfway down the hallway, she stopped. "Suzaku." He stopped too. "What is it Nunnally?" She smiled. "Can you give me a piggyback ride, Suzaku? I haven't had one in such a long time."
"What? But—! What would people think?"
"Let them think what they want to think."
"...All right then."
"Thank you."
A servant of the Royal Household heard the laugh of a girl reverberate throughout the Palace; and the sound of loud huffing. Curious, he walked to the stairway, only to nearly crash into a galloping Zero carrying the Empress on his back, who was clearly enjoying it. He could only watch them run into the Drawing Room, and shook his head. "Crazy woman…" He muttered, and went back to work dusting an ancient wooden table.
Afterwards, Nunnally calmed down and set to work along with Zero, to decide what to do about the new threat, as members of the past Black Knights joined them. Zero looked up to see Jeremiah enter the room, followed closely by Sayoko, who pushed a cart containing food and drinks. She blushed upon seeing Zero, hurriedly bowed, and went to the other side of the room. Jeremiah noticed the scene, and walked over to Suzaku. "Hey. Heard you and the Empress had some fun." Suzaku was thankful for the helmet, since it could hide his now-red face, and turned to the table. "It was an act of duty towards the Empress; she ordered me to do so and I did it." Jeremiah arched his one eyebrow as his Geass Canceller prevented the other from doing so. "Oh? I thought that was up to her subordinates, not her partner in crime."
Everyone else in the vicinity began to hear the conversation, and started to giggle. Suzaku attempted to regain what composure he had. "Of course; why don't you participate in such activities, since you are her 'Knight of Orange'?" It was Jeremiah's turn for his cheeks to turn a bright red, and as the others laughed, he barked an order. "Everyone! Now is not the time to joke! We have work to do!" He stormed angrily to his position around the large table, containing a touch-screen computer that displayed a map of Japan, and of Knightmares and forces currently residing in different places and cities of the series of islands.
Nunnally sat by Zero, and placed a hand on the table; it had also been equipped with Braille markings in order for the blind Empress to read and "see" the table. The technology was amazing and often had the participants watch Nunnally rapidly skim her fingers over the table and quietly issue orders. Instead, she tapped Suzaku's hand, and made the hand-sign for "drink", as Sayoko came over with a cup of tea. Suzaku gave her the cup, and she sipped. Everyone else held their breath; what was she doing drinking Earl Grey tea at a time like this?
Nunnally set the cup down and began to talk. "I believe that everyone has heard of our situation." The members nodded at first, realized their faux pas, and in unison, said yes. "I haven't any idea as to what this new development may be, but I have an idea that it somehow connects with the power of Geass." A collective murmur began to rumble over the crowd, and she silenced them with a raised hand. "Of course, there are a few here who know the power of Geass and what it can do, and others who think it impossible. That does not mean that we simply think it false. We have not had such a…thing since seventeen years ago." As she spoke, a certain person in the shadows listened intently.
They had come in unannounced and unnoticed. The person twisted their mouth into a crooked smile, since she knew that her appearance would make quite a ruckus. Although, she thought, stroking her long green hair, they would be happy to see me. Ah well, she shrugged, making her white straightjacket rustle, it would be up to them what they want to discuss. Finally, towards the end of Nunnally's speech, someone saw her. And she herself would not believe who was standing in the corner.
"You-! What are you doing here!" The redhead exclaimed, as others turned to see who it was. The person smiled. "Why, isn't it nice to see you again, Kallen." Kallen crossed her arms. "What the hell do you want?" The green-haired girl cast a dubious look at her. "I see you haven't lost that dreadful temperament of yours." Unbeknownst to her, the girl didn't expect the right hook heading her direction. Alerted, she dodged to the side as the punch hit air. "Don't play games with me you witch—where's Lelouch?" Kallen took a threatening step towards her, but was soon restrained by more familiar faces.
C.C immediately recognized the face of the trusting Black Knight. "Ohgi. What a surprise. I thought you would've have quit this life by now, what with your wife and children." Ohgi tightened his grip on Kallen, and motioned to the outside of the room. "Look, can we talk somewhere else?" C.C nodded, and began to follow him, only to be stopped. "C2? Is that you?" C.C turned, and saw Nunnally walking towards her with the help of her cane. "Nunnally!"
The kind sister of Lelouch, she thought, the one that he fought so hard to achieve world peace for, was now the Queen of Britannia. C.C saw Zero accompanying her, and a pang of nostalgia hit her. She knew damn well that it was not Lelouch behind that mask, but the Kururgi boy. However, seeing the mask made her remember…
"C2! I've missed you!" The Empress embraced her, a strange action, after what she, the witch, had done to her beloved brother. C.C nonetheless accepted it, and hugged back. "Me too, Nunnally." The Empress couldn't hide her immense joy. "Where have you been? You went missing after the incident, and I never heard from you again until now! How have you been?" C.C bit her lip, and fidgeted for a moment before answering. "I've been…I've been around. I came back to see if you needed my help." The false Zero chuckled. "Trust me, we need it." C.C looked back at him, and tried to envision the Zero standing before her was actually the true Zero, the one who loved her so long ago.
She couldn't bring herself to do it.
Meanwhile, at the Academy, new students were coming into the dorms, meeting new friends and roommates, and animatedly talking about the New Year to come. Some though, were not fooled by the brief peace. Of these people was a silent raven-haired girl standing amidst the chaos, and a blue-eyed blond guy looking out the window. A jovial girl ran to the silent girl, her face happy and literally jumped for joy as she grasped the latter by the shoulders. "Torako! Aren't you excited!" Torako adjusted her ruffled skirt, unfazed. "About what, Charlotte?" Charlotte rolled her eyes. "You haven't heard? They don't have anyone up for Student Council!" Torako looked at her with a bored expression. "Meaning?"
Suddenly, a tall blond woman with large breasts appeared, wearing a teacher uniform, and threw up her hands. "Meaning—! We need some fresh blood in the government!" She snuck a glance at Torako. "And you don't look too shabby, girl." Torako blushed, a first, Charlotte thought and turned to the woman. "What about me?" The blonde woman smiled. "The more the merrier!" Finally, it seemed the blonde guy at the window couldn't take it any longer, and came to where they were.
He took the blonde woman and dragged her to the window, and Torako noticed the startling resemblance between the two. "What the…" Charlotte, meanwhile, was overtaken by amazement. "Do you know who that was?" Torako shook her head. "That was Milly Ashford! She's the first female headmaster, plus back in the day she used to be a news reporter!" Torako half-listened to her friend and watched as the blonde guy argued with Headmaster Ashford. She ended up walking over to them.
"Mother! Do you have to be so—ABRUPT?" Mrs. Ashford pouted. "Why do you have to be so boring?" The blonde guy threw his hands in the air. "You're impossible! Would it be too much to ask that you be proper for once!" Mrs. Ashford noticed Torako coming near them. "Not now, dear. Hello! What's your nam—" The woman stopped talking, and stared at Torako as if she were an alien. "What is it?" Torako asked, nervous. The woman shook her head, muttered something like "Has to be a coincidence" and then began talking again like nothing happened.
"Hello. You're Torako Saule, right? Welcome to the Academy. I'm your headmaster, Milly Ashford, and the grumpy gentleman right here—" The Headmaster hit the blonde guy in the back of the head, making him turn around. "—is my son, Michael. He'll probably be in your classes. And another thing…" Milly chewed the interior of her cheek, wondering if this was an okay question… "Who are your parents? I don't believe I've seen them at the Ceremony." Torako stretched. "I'm an orphan, and was raised by my grandfather. I don't know who my parents are." Michael hit his mother in the back of the head, furiously hissing. "See what you did? Made her recollect some bad memories." Milly rubbed her head, frowning. "You just be quiet."
She turned to ask for more from the dark-haired girl but saw that she disappeared. She sighed, wanting to know more about her, and why she looked the spitting image of Lelouch; maybe his daughter? Oh well. Milly went back to bothering her son, and asking him where on earth his sister was?
Meanwhile, Torako followed Charlotte down the dorm halls, as they searched for their rooms, carrying heavy duffel bags. Supposedly they contained, as Charlotte put it, everything they needed to live. She and Torako were to share a room in the West Hall, and Charlotte wanted to settle in quickly so she could find more future members of the Student Council to join. Smiling, she thought about what kind of things they would do. She found their room, and immediately began to unpack upon entering the room. Torako watched her and, it seemed, until she left, did her odd, silent friend unpack too.
Charlotte shrugged. Oh well. She started to run down the hallway, and peering into rooms to see if anyone else was in the dorms. No one was. Slightly deterred, she decided to go outside; maybe they wanted to enjoy the day's bright sun. Charlotte then thought that one of these days she would go to the sea and surf; she hadn't gone in a long time since she lived in Australia. Unlike most of her pale classmates, she had an unusual dark tan and light hair; like her mother, she groaned. Her dad always said that she looked like her; the deadly General Valletta who's heart he won after saving her from death. She thought it all crazy but funny.
She turned to the door, and saw someone was blocking her way, and she couldn't see who it was. They had the sun on their back and were nothing more then a black silhouette. "Excuse me." She said, but the shadow did not move. Instead, they stayed right where they were. Charlotte huffed, and asked. "If it's too much for you, would you mind moving to the side?" The shadow gave no response, and Charlotte thought it stupid that such a short person would give her heck. "What's your problem?" The person seemed to pay attention, and backed out of the doorway.
It was small girl, with strange pink hair, and held large headphones. She blinked twice, and nodded. "Sorry. I suppose I had my headphones on too high." Charlotte folded her arms. "Yeah, I think you did." The small girl extended her hand in a childlike manner. She accepted the handshake. "Hello. I'm Sophie Alstreim." Charlotte gasped, and hurriedly did a curtsy. "I'm so sorry! Here I acted so rudely towards you! The First Lieutenant Anya's daughter! God! Oh! I'm Charlotte Nu!" She knew that she was acting like a crazy fangirl, but Sophie Alstreim? What a gal!
The girl responded in the trademark monotone her mother used. "Nu? How is the former General Valletta, your mother?" Charlotte nodded eagerly. "She's at home taking care of my brother." Sophie nodded. "Your father was Ohgi, one of the Black Knights, if I'm not mistaken." Charlotte beamed with joy; she knew her parents too! "Yeah! He's at the Palace too, with Zero! And your dad too, huh, Gottwald?"
"Yes."
"Wow! This is so awesome! I get to meet the Sophie Alstreim!"
"Likewise. The daughter of the famous Valletta is attending the same school as I."
"Oh! Yeah! I wanted to ask you a question."
"What is it?"
"Do you want to join the Student Council?"
A young Japanese boy tottered on his wooden sandals. Nearby, his father and mother laughed. They lived in a traditional Japanese house, with tatami mats, wooden (and nicely kept) floors, and paper walls, which he often fell into. He smiled, giddy about his new shoes. They're actually father's and are much too big for me, he thought. As played with his new shoes, the oblivious family did not notice the strange figure walk into the rice field behind them.
They came from the forest, and would at first be easily be mistaken for a child, their clothes torn and bloody. But the most shocking thing about them was their piercing yellow eyes, animal-like, their pupils slit in visible frustration. The Japanese boy was the first to notice them. "Mom. Who's that?" His parents looked where he was pointing, and the man stood up. "Hello. Are you alright?" The person did not respond, but instead looked up. Instantly, the man was thrown to the side, only to hit a rice paddy, making the water and rice splash everywhere.
The person turned on the remaining mother and son, and with one blink of his eyes, threw them aside like a rag doll. The father got up from his feet, saw his dead family, and rushed the figure. It responded by lifting a finger. The father's neck twisted, as if someone were strangling him, and was soon broken. The figure continued to walk down the dirt road, and an old man saw him. Not waiting for him to talk, he lifted the elder fifty feet into the air and dropped him. Ignoring the sickening crunch, it kept walking.
The thing soon destroyed the entire village. It ignored the plaintive wailing of the dying villagers, and walked to the forest, only to disappear among the trees.
C.C looked at her reflection in the tall mirror standing before her. She groaned; she didn't like what she saw. "How is it?" Nunnally sat on the floor, waiting for her response. C.C gulped. "Well…I must admit it does look fetching but…" She lifted a corner of the dress. "…I was content with the clothes I had." Nunnally frowned. "You are going to stay at the Palace, correct? If so you need to dress in proper attire in my Court." C.C was about to give a good comeback when the door opened.
"Oh. Excuse me. Can I come in?" C.C. eyes widened, and ducked behind the patterned couch, peeking out. She hissed furiously at Nunnally. "Tell him to go away! Tell him I'm still dressing!" The Empress smiled mischievously and stood up. "Come in, Suzaku." C.C. swore like a sailor as the Kururgi boy walked in. He saw her crouched behind the couch. "Uh...Am I interrupting something?" Nunnally shook her head. "Nope. C2 is just trying on some clothes. Why don't you show him, C2?" What the hell? Is she TRYING to embarrass me? Damn it. C.C. took a deep breath and stood up.
Suzaku's jaw dropped, and he had a hard time speaking. "Uh…it looks good on you. Really. Wow." Nunnally laughed. "It's too bad I can't see her. Describe her for me, Suzaku." I never knew that Lelouch's sister was THIS impish; what the hell did she think she was doing? Playing matchmaker? Hah! C.C watched Suzaku's eyes go up and down her body, although he did linger on some certain parts of her anatomy. Great. What is he, in puberty? He did act pretty gay towards Lelouch at times in the past… Suzaku cleared his throat and turned to an expectant Nunnally. "She uh, put her hair up, nicely, like a braid, umm, the dress is a little frilly and its, uhh, red and black aaand white. Yeah. She looks—good. Yeah."
The Empress accepted his description. "That's great! I didn't want her running about in weird clothes while she was here; and I think some people probably wanted to see what she looked like in a dress." C.C couldn't stand it any longer. "Obviously you had something to report other than what I'm wearing, Suzaku. Would you be so kind to tell us what it is?" Nunnally's expression changed; her eyes were shut tighter than usual. Suzaku could only shrug sheepishly. "The Empress wanted to talk."
Nunnally got up suddenly, grabbed her cane, and walked out of the room. "I just remembered I needed to be somewhere. Suzaku, my Knight, keep C2 company." Both she and the Kururgi boy were left in the room together. C.C flopped on the couch, and Suzaku sat on the bed. Silence. "Do they have a Pizza Hut here?" Suzaku looked up, clearly perplexed.
"What?"
"Do they have a Pizza hut here?"
"I-I think so. Why?"
"I'm hungry."
"Well, I'm no cook but I think Sayoko can make something for you."
"No. I want pizza."
"Uh, okay. There's a telephone outside the room, but I think—"
Suzaku was cut off when C.C began to take off her dress. "What are you doing?" He asked, shocked. "I'm taking these restrictive articles of clothing off." When C.C finally got the dress off, she started to look for her straitjacket. Where the hell did she put it? Obviously somewhere easily accessible, what with her condition… The Kururgi boy could only look at the wall, his cheeks getting redder and redder. "So…how are you?" Freakin' trying to find my clothes is how I am right now. "Uh…do you usually take off your clothes in front of people you don't know that well?" Apparently I do, Suzaku. Damn it—! Where are my clothes? Suzaku started to whistle. A rather familiar tune.
C.C stopped searching and looked up. "How do you know that song?" Suzaku turned to look at her but then returned his gaze at the wall. "I just like the song, that's all." He continued to whistle the song; little did he know that song was the one she used to sing in her Renaissance days… She shook her head. Now's not the time to think about the past. Now's the time to find clothes and get some pizza. She started to throw out the drawers from the dresser, thinking about what kind of flavor she should get. Supreme? Nah I'm not in the mood for mushrooms. Maybe pepperoni? No; sometimes they weren't cooked the way she liked it. Cheese? Sure, why not? It was her favorite flavor. Finally, she found her straitjacket and began to put it on.
She had barely slipped into the jacket when the door opened and Sayoko appeared. "Sir Kururgi told me you wanted a—" The maid stopped shortly, and C.C thought about the million painful, illegal things she was going to do to Nunnally. "Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt. I'll leave. Call me when you're ready for your pizza." At that she closed the door. Great. Just great. Now everyone thinks I'm playing 'hide the salami" with Zero. Wait. Didn't they already know? Or do they know that Zero is actually Suzaku? Damn.
She zipped her boots up and exited the room, and found the telephone immediately. C.C knew by heart all of the Pizza Hut numbers in Japan, an extraordinary feat, even for her, and dialed in the correct number. Dial tone for a while, and then someone picked up.
"Hello. Pizza Hut. How can I help you?"
"Hello! I would like to order three large cheese pizzas."
"Okey-dokey. Where do you want em'?"
"The Palace."
"Uhh, is this a prank call or something?"
"Not at all, sir, I am currently residing at the Palace and wish for some pizza."
"Okay…you'll be at the door, right?"
"If the Guards don't kill you, then yes."
"…"
"Oh! Do you still give out those 'Cheese-kun' dolls?"
END TURN ONE
NOTES: Welp, there it is. More to come of course. Ahem, I like to say that this little project/story/whatever of mine has been in the depths of fanfic folders in my old jump drive, so updates will be fast and merry. At least, until chapter seven. See ya later! Or not.
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