In my honest opinion I suggest you skip this chapter Reader… Primarily because I think it is the worst chapter throughout the entirety of my story and that it does not represent the story in terms of quality… If you would believe that sort of shit coming from me.
** Author's notes, I considered making this easy on myself by starting this fan fiction by saying what the fuck would happen if I was…magically transported to the world of Code Geass, and so on so forth. But I figured I'd give it a slight bit more of a push, *fair warning *there are parts of this fan fiction that of which many viewers will not find pleasing, appetizing, or otherwise acceptable. But what the fuck do I care what you think. **
Various obscenities flew through my mind as I imagined the death of Lelouch Vi Britannia. If it wasn't made clear by my silent fuming and foul language, it would've been through my body language, that I was not pleased with the ending of Code Geass season 2. I nearly considered chucking my laptop to its usually assigned position at the side of my nightstand on the floor. However, remembering how expensive that laptop was, I quickly reconsidered and gently placed it down.
Dammit Lelouch, the entire point of pulling a stunt like Zero Requiem is to make damn sure your supposed death actually benefits the world. What would you have done had everything gone to hell? Oh yeah, that's right, nothing.You're dead.
I flipped the light switch hanging over my bed, shrouding my blue blankets and self in darkness. I turned to the right to face the wall and waited for my eyes to adjust so I could stare angrily at the blank slate. In case you haven't gathered, what has me in such a foul mood is the ending of Code Geass. I am infinitely upset by the fact that Lelouch decided to commit suicide in order to fix things.
Not only was I upset that my most favorite character was dead, I was also dreading the boredom that was soon to come mainly because I no longer have anything to watch; I had completely absorbed myself into Code Geass and its story. That's not to say there weren't other shows I could enjoy, but I just wasn't interested while upset about this… debacle. My eyes adjusted, but instead of staring at the wall like I had planned, I thought to myself:
I know for a fact that I could've done things better, I smirked inwardly.
In fact, I think I would enjoy the challenge, as long as I had his Geass. I pause to think.
And looks.
But all of those thoughts quickly became irrelevant as a heavy dark oppression known as sleep overtook me.
I had a strange dream that night; I walked into my kitchen at roughly 2 a.m. with the intent to make a past-midnight snack. With the refrigerator door open and my back turned to the rest of the world, all the hairs on the nape of my neck prickled. I had an unyielding feeling I was either being watched or something was about to slit my jugular. I instinctively slid towards the counter and produced a butterfly knife with a smooth flick of my wrist.
What I saw defied all my previous notions of reality: standing before me was what appeared to be the general visage of a human being (albeit 2 feet taller) with dark gray skin, ungodly long arms and fingers, and two purple fist-sized eyes. This entity appeared to wear no clothes, wield no weapons and/or possessions on its person. Also, on a side note, I noticed it had no genitals whatsoever. However, that realization was quickly lost when it kicked the knife out of my hand, then proceeded to grab me by the throat with one of its incredibly long appendages. Unable to muster the intelligence or the air to scream, I settled for making an almost comical attempt of running my feet up its chest in order to flip myself, thereby freeing myself from its grasp. Needless to say, it didn't work. Before I could reach over and grab one of the many kitchen knives that were stationed in several slots and choices of a piece of wood, the being spoke to me; its voice was deep and intricate while refined.
"Your thoughts are interesting to me… Instead of taking your soul, I think I'll grant you a chance to face the challenges you so wonderfully presented yourself in your own mind."
After saying this, the entity dropped me, allowing me to get a breath of air into my lungs, and in turn oxygen to the vital parts of my body including my brain. With the newfound fuel for my most important organ, I quickly came up with a witty remark.
"What the fuck are you talking about!"
The being proceeded to place its face within three inches from my own; its flat, lipless mouth broke into an incredibly broad smile which bore bleach white teeth varying from your standard front teeth of incisors to molars. On another particularly odd side note, I noticed that it had no canine teeth. The skin above the right eye rose as if to signify amusement. It pulled back as if to study me, and then opened its mouth to speak once more.
"No more thoughts, comments, questions and/or concerns; your mind is too analytical… I fear if I'm around you for too long you might learn something that you're not supposed to." It paused in order to clench one of its enormous fists. "I'm sending you to the dimension of Code Geass for my own personal entertainment. You will be allowed to take three personal items with you. Simply think of them, and I'll send them along with you."
My mind hastened to not lose out on this potential gain (or at least minimize a potential loss). My thoughts turned to my butterfly knife that had been kicked from my hand, my personal firearm, and my computer along with its accessories.
"I suppose I'll allow the computer to go along with all its crap; consider it a package deal, I will… Well, off you go."
The entity then revved up its arm from shoulder to bicep, and punched me as hard as it could- well, at least that's what I thought was as hard as it could- right in my forehead. The pain was blinding, which made sense considering I was knocked out instantly.
Despite being unconscious, my mind vaguely went to that past-midnight snack that I had desired. That's right, I had planned to make a sandwich. Damn that gray monstrosity. Little did I know that the absurdities had only begun, and my awakening will only prove to epitomize such.