Britannian Emperor Lelouch: To all of my imperial subjects who have missed me, I am finally back. Of course, I'm here with a new purpose. I've started to work on making my own anime stories. My ideas are completely made up. I am not writing stories that have to do with anime already made. I'm working on creating my own made up animes. I've also trashed all of my old stories that were on this website. Those were written during my time in high school. Now that I'm a college student, I want to make up my own ideas and start all over. This is the first story that I've been working on. I hope that you will all check it out. You will find it under the Misc. category and then under the Misc. Anime/Manga category. Here's the first chapter. It's not as long as I would like it to be, but enjoy it anyways!

Arc 1: New York City Tournament

Chapter 1: Ryouta

The sun was shining brightly on the Tokyo district of Bunkyo. It was a great day for the start of April in the year 2015. Today was the start of schools around the area, and for a certain boy, it was now the beginning of his college adventure. In a two-story, brick-structured house, the stairs to the upper level were heard creaking. The creaks continued as a shadowed figure walked up to a door in the hallway. Without knocking, the figure opened the door and walked into a room, which was dark from the blinds being closed. The figure walked over to the window and opened the blinds, revealing the bright sunlight.

The figure was revealed as a brown-haired boy, whose hair ran down to his shoulders. He was also around the height of six feet, and he wore dark-colored clothes, since these were his favorite colors. He walked over to the bed, where a shape of a body was placed under the blue covers. The boy leaned over the bed, looking down at the body under the covers.

"Hey, dumbshit," the boy called out to the figure under the covers. "You better get your ass out of bed. You're taking my brother to school. Remember that?"

The figure pulled the covers off of his head, revealing a blonde-haired boy. He squinted from the rays of the sun as he tried to look at the other boy. "Since when the hell did this decision get made? No one told me anything."

"My brother decided it a while ago," the brown-haired boy said. "Now that I'm not going to Kogei High School, my brother doesn't want to walk. He wants me to drive him, but since I'm really close to my university and he's in the opposite direction of my college, that's just a waste of time. I also just want to walk to college and not waste money on gas for my freakin' car."

"Why are you bitching about gas for your car?" the blonde-haired boy asked. "I own a freakin' truck for a vehicle. That takes a lot of gas to fill. As for your mustang, it only takes like fifteen gallons to fill it."

"What the hell's the point you're trying to make?" the brown-haired boy asked. "If you want to take my car, go for it. I actually came from a rich family, so I make good money."

"You made good money," the blonde-haired boy replied. "The family that you had is dead now, so you don't make cash as well as you used to. You just inherited the cash after they were killed in that accident."

"Did you really have to bring that up, Hidekazu?" the brown-haired boy asked. "I told you to not ever bring up the story of my parents' deaths. I hate to hear it brought up."

"Sorry about that, Ryouta," Hidekazu apologized. "I didn't mean to bring that up."

"Don't worry about it," Ryouta said. "It's not like I'm going to forget that it ever happened anyways. I still damn that day to hell every day."

"Well, you were able to drag my ass out of bed now," Hidekazu said, standing up from the bed. "I'll get changed and take your brother to school."

"Thanks for that, Hidekazu," Ryouta said. "I'm glad that you stuck around to help me out like this."

"Well, I've been your best friend since the beginning of our school lives," Hidekazu said. "I've told you that we would always be hanging as friends for the rest of our lives. I never planned to leave Tokyo once you decided to stay here for college. I would just have to find a good mechanic job. Now, here you are going to college and I'm making good money as a mecha mechanic. I hope you do well as a computer science major, so then we'll be capable of making even more money in technology."

"Well, I have to get going," Ryouta said. "I don't want to be late for my first day of college classes. That would be stupid as hell to skip your first day of classes."

"Yeah," Hidekazu said. "Even though we would do that a lot in high school."

"That was high school though," Ryouta said. "Who really even gives a shit about high school? High school will probably be the easiest time of my whole life."

"You are right about that," Hidekazu said. "We skipped so much class and we still made it through with really good grades."

"Speaking of high school," Ryouta asked, "is your sister, Yumi, ever going to start going to high school with my brother?"

"I was actually thinking of letting her go finally," Hidekazu replied. "She has a weak body, but she has finally become healthy enough to go to school. She talks about your brother, Yoru, like he's a god too. I think she actually has a crush on your brother."

"It doesn't surprise me," Ryouta said. "My brother gets tips on how to look good from his older brother. It's my job to pass on the ability to pick up girls to him."

Hidekazu placed an arm over the upper back of Ryouta. "That's bullshit. You expect people to believe that someone like you gave your brother tips. You can't pick up girls at all."

Ryouta looked at Hidekazu, with a devilish smile on his face. "Do you really want to say that I can't pick up chicks? Personally, I would say to keep your words to yourself. You don't want to piss me off."

Hidekazu laughed and said, "I guess it would be best to keep shut up when talking about you. Especially since your skills with weapons has become extremely fantastic."

"Wait a minute," Ryouta said. "Was your sister going to walk to school?"

"Not from the fear that I have on her condition," Hidekazu said. "I was going to drive her to the school. I don't want her to walk."

"You fucker," Ryouta said, a little agitated. "You were going to drive there anyways, and you still wanted me to drive my brother to school?"

"He's not my problem," Hidekazu replied. "He isn't related to me, so I don't have to take care of him."

"You are a fuckin' douchebag," Ryouta said. There was a knock at the door. "Who's there?"

"It's just me, brother," Yoru said.

"Is there something that you want to talk about?" Ryouta asked.

"I was talking with Yumi," Yoru replied, "and she wanted to walk to the school with me. Of course, I know that she has a weak body, so I didn't know if it would be a good idea. That's why I came up to ask Hidekazu if it would be alright."

"You heard him, Hidekazu," Ryouta said. "She's your sister, so it's your choice to make. What's your decision?"

"I would like you guys to walk together," Hidekazu said, "but I don't want to let Yumi cause any further harm to her body. If the school was closer like Ryouta's university, I would probably let you guys walk. Sorry about that."

"If my brother is not driving us," Yoru asked, "how the hell are we going to get there? I'm not old enough to get a license yet, so I can't drive."

"You're lucky that I don't give a shit what you say," Ryouta said. "If we lived with our parents, you would have been scolded for swearing like that."

"I know that," Yoru said. "That's the one thing that I like about not living with them."

"Are you saying you're glad they're dead?" Ryouta asked.

"No," Yoru replied. "I hate the idea that they're dead. I wish that they could be revived. I miss them a lot."

"I feel the same way as you," Ryouta said. "Don't worry. They're working on the technology to revive deceased people. We'll get mom and dad back at some point in time."

"Let's get off the sappy stuff and get back on the topic of school," Hidekazu said. "You'll get to school, because I'm going to be taking you."

"Really?" Yoru asked.

"Yeah," Hidekazu replied. "I was making a big deal about it with Ryouta. I was trying to piss him off."

"Yeah," Ryouta said, "and you did a really good job at it. You might have died if you weren't my best friend. You're a fuckin' asshole."

"Say whatever," Hidekazu said. "I really don't give a shit." Another figure appeared at the door of the bedroom. The three looked to see Hidekazu's sister, Yumi. For a fifteen-year-old girl, she was very cute, and there was help from the short, brown pigtails that she had on the sides of her head. "What is it, sis?"

"School's going to be starting soon," Yumi replied. "I would like to be able to make it on time."

"Damn," Yoru said. "This stupid talking has wasted so much time that we are almost late for the first day of school."

"Shit," Ryouta said. "I knew that I should have just taken off instead of continuing this pointless talking. Now I'm gonna have to run to make to class on time. Thanks a lot, Hidekazu." He took off running down the hallway and down the stairs.

"Don't blame this shit on me, Ryouta," Hidekazu yelled. "You're the one who wanted to stick around like it wasn't a problem." He calmed down and turned his attention to the other two. "Now, shall we head out for the school?"

"Yes," Yumi said, cheerfully.

"I guess," Yoru said, sarcastically.

The three of them headed towards the stairs and disappeared down them.

Since Tokyo was a huge city, it was granted the right to have five different campuses listed as the same name: The University of Tokyo. They were just given different names to add on at the end. The one that was located in Bunkyo district just happened to be the biggest campus out of the five. It was known as the Hongo campus. This was the campus where a lot of technological ideas were dealt with, and since Ryouta was looking for a degree in computer science, this was the campus for him. It was also great, knowing that it was only a short walk from Hidekazu's grandmother's house since he was living there at the time.

Ryouta appeared at one of the entrances to the Hongo campus. This particular entrance just happened to be a historical structure that held some memories of the Maeda family name: The Red Gate. He stepped through the gate and onto the campus grounds. He walked around the campus, staring amazedly at all the buildings that this particular campus held.

"This campus is so huge," Ryouta said. "Of course, it is the biggest campus of the five Tokyo Universities. I just hope that I'm able to eventually memorize my way around here. I don't want to be asking people where the hell I need to go. That would just make me look like a dumbass." Ryouta looked at his watch to see that it was almost time for his first class. "Shit, my class starts in like three minutes. I'm gonna have to run to get to my class. I'm counting on you, legs. Get me to class on time." He took off running across the campus. The building that Ryouta needed to get to looked far away, but Ryouta was making it look like there was only a short distance between himself and the building. "This is a piece of cake. I'll be there in no time." Then, a boy with black hair to his middle of his back appeared and ran alongside Ryouta. Ryouta looked over to see the boy. "Who the hell are you?"

"Well, it seems that you have a vulgar attitude," the boy replied. "I like that in a person though. I don't want to know someone who has a fear to get his face broken. You'll be the perfect person."

What the fuck is this guy talking about? Ryouta thought. "I asked you a question and it would be in your best interest to answer it. Of course, I don't mind having to bust your face into pieces."

"Now I definitely know that I have made the right choice in you," the boy said. "I'll be taking off for now, but I promise that we'll meet again. I just hope that we can get along better than the way you're making it right now."

"Hey, wait a-," Ryouta began to say, but the boy had disappeared before he could finish. "What the hell was that about? A random guy decides to appear next to me and talk shit about me. I'm not looking to pick fights, but I will if I have to. He wasn't an average boy though." Ryouta flashed back to the point when he was looking into the boy's face. "He looked diabolical for a boy of only eighteen-years-old. This is not how I want college to go. I don't want to be having these fucked-up battles, like I did in high school. Many people got hurt, and that might just happen again. Dammit." Ryouta looked at his watch and freaked. "Right now, I have to make it to class on time! Shit!" He took off at an even faster speed, making him look invisible.

He arrived at the building and flew through it to get to the room on time. He busted into the room through the door. Everyone in the room looked towards the door to see him standing there, trying to recover his breath. The teacher looked over at him and said, "Hello there, Mr. Ishida. Looks like you were running a little late."

"I got caught up in some traffic this morning," Ryouta said. "The one thing I didn't want to be for my first day was late to any of my classes. I bet I failed that mission with this class, didn't I?"

"Lucky for you, I wait until the actual time the class starts," the professor replied. "Of course, you're interrupting me from being able to start my lecture, since you just arrived when class was going to start. You made it on time, but hopefully you arrive earlier next time. Also, it's the first day so you didn't have to worry about being late. You get some chances to be late with this first week, so don't worry too much. Please take the empty seat next to Mr. Miyamoto, so I can start the lecture."

"Thank you, sir," Ryouta said. He walked over to the empty seat next to a boy who had black hair running to his shoulders. The boy looked over at Ryouta, who was working on getting logged in on the computer in front of him.

"You really weren't late because of traffic, were you?" the boy asked quietly, since the teacher had started his lecture.

Ryouta looked at him and asked quietly, "It was that easy to tell, wasn't it?"
"Of course it was," the boy replied quietly. "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. So what's the real reason behind your lateness?"

"I commute here and back from my house," Ryouta replied quietly. "I was talking with my best friend from high school. He's a mechanic, so he doesn't go to school anywhere. He just stays at home, and thanks to the death of my parents, I live with him and his sister. We also live with his grandmother, since his parents are also dead."

"Wow, that really sucks for both of you, huh?" the boy asked quietly.

"Yeah," Ryouta replied quietly. "Oh well. They'll eventually finish that project to help revive people from the dead. Once they finish that, my parents can be revived and I can go back to living with them and my brother as a family again."

"That would be great news," the boy said quietly. "My name's Keiji Miyamoto, by the way."

"I'm Ryouta Ishida," Ryouta introduced quietly. "So you're a computer science major like me?"

"Yeah," Keiji replied quietly, "and I'm going to be a damn good one. I can guarantee you that one."

After an hour and a half of a boring ass lecture, the class finally came to an end. Ryouta pushed his chair in and grabbed his textbook and notebook that he had brought with him to class. Keiji stood up and Ryouta started to walk off.

"Hey, Ryouta," Keiji called out. "You want to head off to lunch with me? It is that time, after all."

"I might as well," Ryouta said. "I was gonna go home and eat with my pal, Hidekazu, but he'll understand when I get back later. Let's get going, then."

Keiji stood up, pushed in his chair, and joined Ryouta as they both walked out of the room on their way to the cafeteria.

The cafeteria, that was located in another large building of the campus, was a big room. In fact, it was the biggest one that Ryouta had seen up to that point in time. There were many tables placed in the giant room, with the smaller table have six chairs places at each. Ryouta gazed over the cafeteria the same way that he had at previous orientations for the campus.

"The cafeteria," Ryouta said. "It's only been a month since I was last here, but I had forgotten how big this room was."

"Did you forget all of the choices that you could get for food as well?" Keiji asked. "There are just too many choices to pick from."

"Of course, they serve the same shit every day though," Ryouta replied. "The only food that different to get comes off of the buffet they serve. Otherwise, you get pizza, fried foods, and salad bar for other choices."

"Don't forget about the Japanese and Chinese food that they serve," Keiji said.

"Well, that's obvious," Ryouta said. "What the hell would our country be if we didn't have the Japanese and Chinese food? With those normal foods in our school, we would probably be a university in the United States."

"Well, let's head inside," Keiji said.

"Definitely," Ryouta said. "I'm freakin' hungry."

The two of them walked into the cafeteria. They had to get their cards swiped for a chance to eat, which both of them had their cards. The cards were swiped, and they were granted access into the actual room to get their food. They walked around the room, going from one area to another to get different kinds of food. After they had piled their plates with food, they walked over to the drink area. They each grabbed a glass, and filled it with the drinks that they wanted. Then, they looked for a table to sit at.

"Do you have any certain place that you want to sit?" Keiji asked.

"I don't really care where we sit at," Ryouta replied. "As long as we get to stuff our faces afterwards."

"I get what you're saying," Keiji said. "Well, then let's get moving."

"Hey, you guys can sit over here," a voice called out. "We have two free seats here." The two looked over to see three guys sitting quietly, eating, and another boy standing and waving his arm back and forth. The two just looked over at them and then decided to walk over to that table. They approached the table and the other boy sat down. "Go ahead and take those seats. They're open."

"Thanks much," Ryouta said. "We appreciate it." The two boys took the empty seats at the table and started to eat.

"So what are your names?" the boy asked.

"My name's Keiji Miyamoto," Keiji introduced himself. "I'm from the Shinjuku area of Tokyo and I'm going to be one of the best computer repair men ever."

"And what about you?" the boy asked.

"My name's Ryouta Ishida," Ryouta introduced himself. "I actually live not even a whole kilometer from here. That's the reason why I'm not living on campus. I'm also going to work with computers in the future. I'm hoping to have a career in gaming."

"So I'm guessing that you two know each other from a class, right?" the boy asked.

"Yeah," Ryouta replied. "I was almost late to my first class today, so I was placed in the only seat left open."

"That just happened to be the seat next to me," Keiji said.

"That's cool," the boy said.

"So what about you guys?" Keiji asked. "Who are all of you?"

"My name's Toshirou Akutagawa," the boy introduced himself. "I'm from around this area as well. I'm just not as close to this university as you are. That's the reason why I live on campus. As for my major, I've chosen to be a communications major."

"I see," Keiji said. "So what about you quiet three? What are your names?"

"Why the hell does it matter to you?" one of the boys asked. "If fact, why the hell are you even talking to us?"

"What the hell's your problem?" Ryouta asked. "All my pal did was ask you what your name is. You don't have to be an ass about it."

"My pal's right, though," another of the boys replied. "We don't know you guys all that well, so we don't need to tell you two our names."

"Well, I noticed that we're not welcome here," Keiji said. "So with that said, we'll be taking our leave to another table."

"Don't leave," Toshirou pleaded of the two. "I went through this exact same thing. You see, I'm roommates with these three. At first, they didn't see eye to eye with me either. Now, though, we are all really good friends. All it took was the weekend that we moved onto campus. Now if you guys aren't going to say anything, I will. The one with blonde hair is known as Akinori Hamaguchi. These three all went to the same high school in Shinjuku, so they are all best friends already. He wants to take up a major in history."

"Do you really have to tell them who we are?" Akinori asked. "We don't even want to hang out with these guys."

"I think that these guys are cool," Toshirou replied, "so I don't really care what you guys have to say. I want you guys to actually meet other people instead of just hanging out with each other."

"Whatever," Akinori said.

"Anyways, the one who has the short, black hair is named Shigekazu Fujikage," Toshirou introduced. "As I said, he comes from the Shinjuku area of Tokyo, and his major is sports medicine."

"Nice to meet you, I guess," Shigekazu said, sarcastically.

"As for the guy with the shoulder-length, blue hair," Toshirou said, "he is known as Junichiro Tanizaki. He also makes his way from Shinjuku, as I previously said, and he's looking for a major in criminal justice."

"Don't fuck with other people or us," Junichiro commanded. "If you do, you'll end up having to deal with me, and that's not what you want to have happen. I'm bad ass right now, but I'll be even more bad ass in the future."

"It wasn't that hard to say something to them, was it?" Toshirou asked.

"It wasn't hard to say anything," Akinori replied. "We just don't give a damn about them. That's why we didn't want to say anything."

"I swear to God I'm going to kick your ass just because of your attitude," Ryouta said. "I just can't stand the type of person with your attitude."

"You say you can kick my ass?" Akinori asked. "I want to see you even try getting close enough to do anything to me."

"Okay, guys," Toshirou said. "Let's not start up with this shit."

"I don't want to even start anything," Akinori said, "because he's not even worth the time for fighting someone."

"You think I'm not worth your time," Ryouta said. "I'll probably be the worst opponent you would ever have. You would probably one of my easiest opponents."

"That's a laugh," Akinori said. "How the hell do you figure that one out? You must be high to be coming up with those ideas." There was no comeback from Ryouta. "So that's how it is. I knew that you were just all talk and no action."

"Actually, I think that he's staring off into space at the moment," Keiji said.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Akinori asked. He looked to see Ryouta's eyes were glued in one direction. "What the hell are you staring at?" He looked in the direction that Ryouta was looking. He saw a girl, who had long, blonde hair that was shining brightly. He also noticed that he has a beautiful set of blue eyes. He looked back and forth between Ryouta and the girl. Then he just shrugged his shoulders and went back to eating.

Ryouta continued to look on as the girl was heading on her way out with her friends. He then gasped when she looked in his direction. She smiled at him, causing his heart to start throbbing like crazy. She then looked back at her friends and they disappeared out of the room. Ryouta turned back around and fell back into his chair.

"What the hell was that all about, Ryouta?" Keiji asked.

"Who the hell is that girl?" Ryouta asked.

"Why the hell does it matter to you?" Akinori asked.

"Why the hell do you still continue to talk?" Ryouta asked, annoyed with Akinori. "I wasn't pointing this question at you."

"Fine," Akinori said. "I wasn't even going to give you an answer anyways."

"You were asking me, correct?" Toshirou asked.

"Obviously," Ryouta replied. "Keiji doesn't know her, and I don't even want to ask the three assfaces for their opinions."

"Well, fuck you too, then," Akinori said.

"I have no idea who she is," Toshirou said. "I've never meet her before. You'll just have to get a chance to meet her sometime."

"I guess so," Ryouta said. "I hope I get to, because she was fuckin' hot as hell."

"Are we done here yet?" Shigekazu asked. "I would like to get back to the dorm sometime today."

"I guess so," Toshirou said.

"Well, it was nice meeting you guys," Ryouta said. "Well, Toshirou anyways."

"Hey," Toshirou said. "Why don't you guys come back to the dorm with us?"

"Are you serious?" Akinori asked. "Now we have to put up with them at our dorm. This day just keeps getting worse."

"I don't mind hanging out with you, Toshirou," Ryouta said. "What about you, Keiji?"

"I have to get back to my dorm," Keiji replied. "I've got some work I have to do."

"Alright then," Ryouta said. "I'll see you later then."

"I'll see ya later," Keiji said. With that said, he took off towards the exit.

"Shall we get going then?" Toshirou asked."

"Yeah," Ryouta replied.

"Damn it all," Akinori said.

The three of them put away their trays and then they headed off towards the exit of the cafeteria. They walked through the building until they left through the exit at the front. They then walked along the sidewalk as they headed for the dorms.

"So why didn't you decide to stay on campus?" Toshirou asked. "It's a lot of fun being able to hang out with friends all the time."

"I would have living on campus," Ryouta said, "but then my parents died, so I had to stay at home and take care of my brother. He goes to school about the same time as I do, so I'm back near the time he gets home. Also, I'm low on money and didn't want to have to borrow money from my high school best friend. I already live at his house. I didn't want to take his money either."

"I understand what you're saying," Toshirou said. "Life must be pretty hard for you then."

"I'll make it through," Ryouta said. "As long as I can live with my best friend, I'll be fine." Then, Ryouta received a chill that went straight down his back. "This isn't good."

"What's up, Ryouta?" Toshirou asked.

"I sense something that gives me a bad feeling," Ryouta replied. Then he looked a little ways ahead, and noticed a person that he had seen before. It was the boy with black hair running to the middle of his back. Ryouta grew a scowl on his face. "What the hell do you want?"

"Who are you talking to, Ryouta?" Toshirou asked. The rest of the group looked to see the boy standing there. "Where the hell did he come from?"

"Do you know this guy, Ishida?" Akinori asked.

"Let's just say he's going to be a source of trouble to deal with," Ryouta replied.

The boy approached the group and smiled devilishly at them. "Hello there, Mr. Ishida. I hope that you have no problem having a little talk." He chuckled. The group and the boy just stared off at each other as the wind began to pick up.

Britannian Emperor Lelouch: Well, there's the end of the first chapter. I hope that you all enjoyed it. For the next chapter, the mysterious boy will get to talk with the hero of the story. Then, a fight will end up breaking out. I'm finally bringing in the fighting part of the story. It's going to heat up for sure. Look forward to the next chapter. As for now, this is your emperor of Britannia saying peace out!