Hello everyone! Let me clear up a few details.
This IS a fan fiction based off original characters (OCs) in the world of Code Geass. This will follow the original characters though Kallen and Suzaku are put into the characters in the search. The two characters will show up and interact with the OCs, if anything don't flame me on that please.
This was an idea of my boyfriend and I, so this is pure enjoyment. I just hopes it pushes me to work more on things.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plots of the OCs as well as the OCs themself!
Prologue: A Number in the Army
"Britannia, my home for the past few years," That is what Ari Sandóttir told herself when she looked at her reflection. Her last name was native to her homeland, her place of birth, tradition so strong that stayed in her life for SO long.
"This is home…right?" Whispering, she brushed her fingers through her black hair. Her eyes, blue with sorrow as she said, saw when she traced her hairs to the split ends resting over her breast. It was to be cut again, the layers had to be retouched as well as just rid of the split ends stuck on her hairbrush. With a sigh she looked away from her reflection in disgrace. She was no Britannian, not at all.
She was an Honorary Britannian.
"Idiot, just forget about it." In frustration she pushed her chair back from her dresser, fighting the urge to cry again. This is home now. Area 5…that was her home now, her OLD home that is. It used to be called Iceland, but the Britannians took that away from her. Her native tongue was taken from her before she could learn a lick of it, no pun intended. She missed her chance…
Regrets, every last thing was regret. It was taken away from her and her people. Now as an Honorary Britannian….she won't lie. She still hates them. Forced respect from her spicy vocabulary with no limits… her cold blood boiling from being called a Five; a NUMBER.
Ari held up her hair in her clip, it made her split ends hang over the right side, her bangs long and overlaying he sides of her face to her cheeks. One last look at her reflection she saw a solider of Britannia, dead inside with hatred.
Turning her head she shut her light off and walked through the door, having the sound of the soft hiss following behind.
