What's up, everyone! This is GKC here bringing you a semi-alternate crossover of Stardust Angels Reborn but with Code Geass instead of Gundam SEED.
Alternatively, this takes place after the main story but the three protagonists have lost their memories after an unfortunate Plavsky Particle transportation sends them separately to the Code Geass universe without their Gundams either. To summarize, the three of them will be following separate paths. Kyo will inadvertently serve the Britannian Empire, Haruto will be a regular student in Ashford Academy (or possibly be a member of W-0), and Tsubasa will be a part of the Black Knights. It will kinda be like Lost Colors mixed with the original anime/manga series.
The progress of this story will be up to you, the viewers and readers.
Please note, at some cases, there will be spoilers on what will happen in future chapters of my other story. That will only happen during certain memory flashes.
Now for the disclaimer: I do not own, except my OCs, Code Geass and the Gundam series. All rights belong to their respective owners.
Now let's get this party started… BEGIN!
Code Geass: Lost Angels
Chapter 1: Three Individuals, Three Destinies
Holy Britannian Empire - Pendragon
To quote someone, "At a time of darkness, there must always be light,"
However, darkness seemed to be the only thing reigning upon this desolate world known as Earth. Everywhere from the Britannian Empire, the E.U., the Chinese Federation, and various other countries throughout the planet.
Human beings always waged war over petty things such as honor, justice, and power. In the end, all that war ever evoked was pain and death that ravaged the lands with battle scars. Oceans ran red with the blood of innocents and the skies darkened from the smoke of the hellish infernos set upon by opposing armies.
As such, in the eyes of the winners, the strong devour the weak, such is the way of Social Darwinism in the Holy Britannian Empire.
In the Imperial Villa at Aries, home to Marianne vi Britannia and her two young children, 2nd Princess of the Holy Britannian Empire, Cornelia li Britannia was making her morning patrols to keep unnecessary people from interrupting in her idol's day-to-day activities. Her younger sister, Euphemia was out in the gardens playing with Lelouch and Nunnally. She always found it cute to see when her younger half-brother would get so flustered whenever Euphie put flowers in his hair or commented on how pretty he is for a boy.
A guardsman in service to Marianne the Flash, Jeremiah Gottwald, dotted on the young prince and princess affectionately, like an uncle.
Cornelia preferred Marianne over her own mother, who wanted her to be more ladylike but she wasn't interested in dresses or looking pretty, she wanted to be like her idol: a soldier. A year from now, she would be off to the Military Academy to start her training. It'll be lonely for her sister but the violet-haired girl believed that she could survive a few months without her big sister.
A soft groan drew the 2nd Princess's attention. "Who's there?!" She demanded, narrowing her eyes and reaching for the sword that rested at her waist. The groaning seemed to be coming from the bushes. Cautiously, she took careful steps towards it. "You have five seconds to come out or else!" She mentally counted in her head then when she reached zero, she pushed the bushes aside and stared at the source. She gasped slightly in surprise when she found that the groaning was coming from a boy (or maybe a girl?) possibly her age laying facedown on the ground in a tattered black-yellow suit. A helmet that had seen better days was leaning lazily against a tree with the visor cracked. Long raven black hair spilled across the grass like an endless sea of dark tendrils.
Wordlessly, Cornelia forgot her earlier hostility and turned the unconscious person over, revealing that it was a boy exactly her age or older with a lithe yet muscular frame that brought a sense of warmth to her cheeks. He was also real cute as well, not too masculine and not too feminine. It looked totally androgynous which made him all the more exotic. The 2nd Princess shook her head to rid them of such thoughts and mentally cursed teenage hormones.
"Who are you?" She asked though knew she wasn't going to get an answer right now. With a sigh, she lifted the young man up and carried him by draping an arm over her neck then having him lean against her body weight. "Whoever you are, you're gonna answer a few questions for me."
Mysterious Boy's POV
Everything hurt…
Why does my body hurt so much?
…
…
I… can't remember how I'm hurt…
"...waking up!"
I hear a voice. It sounded small like a child.
"...is he...sister?"
Another voice… another child?
Left with no choice I forced my eyelids to open. A stinging light almost had me shut them again, but I ignored the pain and pushed through. Once my vision had adjusted I was greeted to the sight of several individuals of varying colors.
A beautiful woman with long raven black hair, gentle violet eyes, and fair skin. She had a slim yet strong build, from what I could guess, she was a warrior. She wore a long orange light dress that hugged her figure generously.
Two young girls, both younger than the woman by a great margin. One had long pink hair, bluish violet eyes, and light skin. The other girl had long brown hair with the same violet eyes as the woman that held a general sense of innocence that intrigued me for some reason. The pinkette wore an extravagant dress of yellow while the brunette wore a frilly elegant dress of pink and white.
There was a young boy with the same black hair (only shorter) and violet eyes like the woman but he looked to be on the scrawny side. He wore a fine child-sized white suit with a black shirt and violet trim.
That's when my gaze landed on who I thought was the most beautiful girl that I had ever laid eyes upon. Long purple hair that looked like a sea of amethyst, eyes bluish violet like the pinkette girl, and a gorgeous figure that other girls her age would kill to have. She was dressed in a long-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and dark boots with an elegant sword by her side.
To me, she looked like a goddess of beauty…
"I see you've awoken, young one." The woman spoke, her voice melodic like an angel that I couldn't help but feel my cheeks burn a little.
"Where… am I?" I asked timidly. For some reason, I hated my current shyness.
"The Aries Villa!" The little brown-haired girl spoke happily with a kind smile on her adorable face. "This is our home in Britannia!"
"Bri-tannia?" I blinked in confusion. Is that the name of this country? Ugh, my head hurts so much right now… "I'm afraid I don't know anything about that."
Apparently, my answer earned me a few confused looks. The dark-haired woman then asked me something that surprised me. "What's your name?"
My name…?
What… is my name?
…
…
Ugh! My head…! My hands reached to my aching cranium, unable to fathom how I couldn't suddenly forget everything about my past. I tried my hardest but nothing came up...
"I don't… remember…" I felt sad, like I had forgotten something greatly important. "I can't remember anything."
A corresponding round of gasps seemed to shock and surprise the group of people in front of me.
"You don't remember?" The boy asked. I nodded in response.
"That must mean you have amnesia." The purple-haired goddess commented then sighed. "Forgive me. Earlier I had believed you to be an enemy and I reacted in kind. I deeply apologize." She bowed her head in submission.
I felt a bit embarrassed by her action. "It's okay, you had no idea so I can't fault you for that."
"But if you don't remember your name then what are we supposed to call you?" The little brunette girl asked innocently.
"That is a good question, Nunnally." The boy agreed.
I watched as the family in front of me bickered over what to call me. I know I should remember my name but I just can't remember, no matter how hard I think back to my past. This was seriously starting to hurt my brain.
"Hmm," The black-haired woman looked at me intently. Honestly, it made me uncomfortable. "From what I can gleam of your features; you are definitely Asian yet your Britannian is quite fluid, not a hint of an accent at all. Your eyes are gold as well. Not many are known to have such a rare eye color." She smiled which brought a sense of warmth to my cheeks. "I'd say you were a little lost."
Well, she's not wrong. Though, that begged the question, "Who are all of you?" I asked.
"My name is Marianne vi Britannia," She gestured to the boy and the brown-haired girl. "These are my children: Lelouch and Nunnally."
"Hello," The little girl named Nunnally waved at me childishly. I found it amusing yet adorable.
"A pleasure," The boy, Lelouch, still seemed a bit apprehensive of me.
The older woman gestured to the teenage girl and the pinkette. "And these are Cornelia li Britannia and her little sister, Euphemia."
"Nice to meet you!" The little girl smiled brightly while her older sister nodded.
I went over the names. It sounded like their last names were similar. "Are you related?"
"In a sense," Cornelia replied. "Lelouch and Nunnally are our half siblings. Lady Marianne is essentially our half mother."
"That sounds way too complicated." For some reason, I didn't like long names. Seemed like too much of a hassle.
Marianne smiled at me sweetly, "You're quite welcomed to give us nicknames."
Hmm, sounds reasonable. My eyes focused on the children. Euphemia was first. "I'll just call you 'Euphie'." This earned me a giggle. Next was the little sprout named Nunnally. "I'll call you 'Nunna'." Next, the boy. "I'll call you 'Lulu'."
"What! No! Call me something else!" The boy blushed in embarrassment at the name.
"Nah, it suits you for some reason." I smirked. At this point, the females in the room giggled at the nickname much to the boy's growing embarrassment.
Cornelia looked at me expecting a humorous nickname. "And what silly name will you give me?"
"Nellie." Came my reply. "You just seem like a Nellie to me."
The purple-haired woman's cheeks reddened a bit. The eldest of the young girls giggled loudly.
"Then what shall we call you…" Marianne stared at me. Thinking carefully on what to name me. "I know! We'll call you Xander."
Xander…
Hmm, it didn't sound like me but I suppose it could work.
"Alright, from now on, call me… Xander." I introduced myself with a thin smile.
Japan - Shinjuku
Naoto Kozuki was out by the river with his Britannian father, Lord Stadfelt. Despite being a noble from Britannia, he loved Naoto and his younger sister Kallen's mother dearly. He even took his son fishing when he was only ten years old. Now as a teenager, Naoto enjoyed the small hobby along with his best friend Ohgi.
Today, they along with Mr. Stadfelt were going to show Kallen the wonders of fishing. However, she was an adventurous child, not once stopping for even a second. Then again, all children had hyperactive emotions.
Right now, the little redheaded girl had run off to play by the river with Mrs. Kozuki keeping a close eye on her. Naoto and his father were setting up camp for the family trip.
Kallen looked at the beautiful landscape in amazement. She didn't know why but nature was always so mystical in her innocent eyes.
A small groan drew the young girl's attention. Curious, the redhead checked down the riverbank until she found what looked to be a boy that looked to be the same age as her brother, Naoto.
He had snow white hair from the looks of it along with milky white skin. He wore some sort of white-blue suit that seemed reminiscent to an outfit that superheroes wear.
She found it weird that the boy would be taking a nap near the river. So, like any child, Kallen called for an adult.
"Mama!"
Kallen's mother, Kyoko Kozuki arrived on the scene after her daughter called for her. "Kallen, how many times must I tell you not to-" She was cut off when the child took her hand and led her to the unconscious boy.
"Mama, there's this boy taking a nap near the river." She spoke like any child would. Kallen gestured to the unmoving figure.
"Oh my goodness!" Kyoko placed a hand over her mouth in shock as she rushed over, flipping the boy over to reveal his features. He looked like quite the handsome individual, somewhere around Naoto's age with snow white hair. However, he looked hurt as evident by his torn outfit. "Kallen, go get your father and brother. Tell them to call for an ambulance."
"Okay, mama!" With a rather adorable look of determination on her face, the redheaded girl took off in a rush.
"You poor child…" Kyoko caressed the unconscious boy's hair, brushing the snowy locks away from his eyes.
"Mmm…" Said boy groans as his eyelids slowly open, revealing crystal blue orbs that sparkled like sapphires. "Where… am I?"
"Hello?" The woman spoke softly, gingerly holding the boy up as he held his aching head. "Are you okay?"
"What's going on?" He asked. "Who are you?"
"My name is Kyoko Kozuki. And I was hoping you would tell me." She smiled down at him.
The boy looked up at her in confusion. "Huh? I…" He paused. "I don't remember…"
"What?" Kyoko looked down at the boy in surprise.
"I don't remember a thing…" The boy looked sad. "I don't… even know my own name…"
The woman looked crestfallen as she pitied the boy. "You have amnesia." She uttered quietly. As a nurse, she knew the long-term effects that such an affliction could pertain to someone so young.
Maybe…
"Then how about I give you a name?" Kyoko smiled softly, earning her a tinge of pink from the boy's cheeks.
"Uh, okay…"
"Hmm," The woman thought real hard on what to call him then gazed at his snow white hair and crystal blue eyes. "Well, you're like a little baby bird. And your hair color and eyes are quite rare. How about… Tsubasa?"
A brief memory appeared in the boy's mind.
A beautiful girl with long red hair and yellow streaks gazed lovingly at a person with a gentle smile.
"Tsubasa…"
The boy gasped, holding his head as a devastating migraine struck him. "Nngh!" He groaned in agony.
"Are you okay!?" Kyoko asked, concerned.
"My head….!" He gritted his teeth, fighting through the pain. "It hurts…!"
Kyoko hugged the boy close, caressing his hair like she used to when Naoto or Kallen had nightmares when they were younger. "Shh, it's alright."
They sat there quietly. The boy resting against the bosom of the lovely woman that tended to him.
"My name…"
"Huh?" The woman looked at him in surprise.
"My name… call me Tenshi." The boy replied.
"Tenshi," She tasted the name on her lips then smiled. "I like that. Alright, from now on, you're Tenshi."
The white-haired youth known as Tenshi nodded. However, the lingering remains of the name that Kyoko had suggested to him festered in the back of his mind along with the image of the strange girl that clenched his heart for some strange reason.
Collective Consciousness
A pair of magenta eyes open.
They gaze into the eyes of a lovely young woman with neck-length hair that had two long fringes dangling all the way down to her breasts. The strange thing about her hair was that it was black and pink, possessing a sort of ethereal glow that made it mystifying to see. Her eyes were pink, skin pale as a ghost, and a figure that most would consider to be eye-catching. Her clothing was black and pink with an opening that showcased her cleavage and her bare back.
However, the most notifying detail about the woman would be the bird-shaped mark on her neck…
…
"Where am I?" A young masculine, yet prepubescent voice spoke.
The woman gave the owner of those magenta orbs a soft giggle, "Do not fret. You are quite safe here."
That didn't really answer their question…
"If you want a clearer description. We are on the crossroads of the Collective Consciousness. Limbo, if you will."
"So I'm dead?"
"Not really. You and your comrades were just taken from one conflict to fight in another." The woman clarified.
"And who are you supposed to be?"
"I am known as the Caretaker of Spacetime. A seer who watches the balance of the world from within. I don't really exist to ordinary mortals, but exist for those who are able to see me." A thin smile appeared on her beautiful face. "Someone like you, for instance."
…?
"I can see you are confused. Understandable." The Caretaker looked amused. "You and your friends made quite the mark in history. So much so that a friend of mine mentioned you if I should ever need Guardians for my dimension."
"So you're asking us to fight your battles for you?"
"Regretfully, yes. But I'm limited to what I can do in the Physical Plane. That's why I enforce the power of the Code upon those that I deem worthy." The omnipotent woman ran a hand across the figure's cheek. "Your comrades were already given a Gift to aid them in their new environment. You shall receive one too."
"I have no choice, do I?"
"No, you do not." The Caretaker edged her lips closer to the figure's and planted a deep kiss on theirs, making sure to run her tongue along their bottom lip as she transferred the 'Gift' to them. Once she broke it, the woman ran her fingers across her lips with a soft moan. "You taste even better than the other two. You'll make a fine show of entertainment. Provided you regain enough of your memories, that is?"
"Wait, wha-?!" Before the figure knew it, they were engulfed in a pillar of magenta light and sent off to the Waking World.
The Caretaker of Spacetime watched her new interest leave then pouted. "Too bad. I wanted to play with him a bit more…"
A/N: That's the end of the first chapter. Short as it may be.
Next chapter we got about the life of 'Xander', who adjusts to life in Britannia and its laws.
As to why I am doing this? I've just been a little bored lately. Haven't had any decent time to myself without someone nagging my damn ear off, or any proper sleep either.
But with a new year, comes new story ideas! And as such, I must write!
Review and comment on the chapter. Suggestions, ideas, and all that are welcome.
Now excuse me while I collapse on my bed and sleep for about… two weeks.
Peace out, everyone!
