Hello friends. What you are about to read is a cross-over between Fate/Stay Night and Code Geass, focusing more on the universe of the former. Before you proceed to read the real thing a few warnings.
1) You must have watched either shows before reading this as a lot of stuff will be spoiled. For Fate/Stay Night it is preferred if you have read the visual novel and watched Fate/Zero, but its fine if you have watched either anime and not read the novel.
2) For Fate/ Stay Night: The story follows Fate Route of the visual novels while taking elements from the other routes as well. It is similar to the anime, minus the ridiculous stuff and Sakura. Sakura will be handled differently here.
3) For Code Geass: This story assumes that Lelouch is dead. Yeah accept that you happy ending suckers :p
4) Just so that I can attract few people: The main characters will be Lelouch, C.C, Saber, Emiya Shirou and to an extent Rin Tohsaka, and Matou Sakura. CG characters like Suzaku etc. won't appear any time soon.
Now without further ado, let's begin.
1) When Geass twists Fate
"Listen Shirou, if you fail today, that will be the last thing you'll do!"
Tohsaka Rin's threats were always serious. Shirou knew that, his life was surprisingly always in danger when he's around her, and yet she's his closest friend.
Contemplating about the way the world worked Shirou looked out at the beautiful scenery waiting outside the window.
Hills and fields passed by them, and the sky was violet. The cold wind burst on his face as he watched the rising sun. Unlike in the afternoon, the sun was actually pleasant to watch. It was more like a pleasant orange sphere, than a flaring ball of energy with a surface temperature close to six thousand degrees.
"Shirou," Tohsaka gathered his attention. Her twin pony tails were dancing with the wind. She pulled them back as she spoke. "This mission will decide my fate in this association."
The worried expression on her face was real. The teal colored eyes bore a sadness that he rarely observed.
"I still don't get it," he said resting his cheek on his hand, "You are a Tohsaka, the position you have comes by heredity, right?"
"I am," she said weakly, "But if someone challenges that I am not eligible for the position, then I will be forced to prove myself. Lord El-Melloi warned me about it."
"Let me guess, another of Luvia's pranks?" Honestly these two take their rivalry tad too far. It has been three years since he joined Rin as an apprentice in the London Clock Tower, and just when he thoughts things have gotten slower since Fuyuki, this girl appears. Not a day passed without Tohsaka and Luvia fighting about the most trivial things. It's like watching two Tohsaka's, not that he would say that aloud anytime. As much as he wanted to be a selfless hero, he still valued his life a bit.
"No, even Luvia wouldn't go that far," Rin said, "Someone in the association doesn't like me." She looked at Shirou with what seemed a half-breed of an intimidating and terrified look and said, "In the worst case they will have me in the sealing designation."
"An enforcer?" That's the worst punishment they could give to her. Although being an enforcer could actually be a good job, for some reason the association only puts people it doesn't like or wants to discard from the association's main body as enforcers. Enforcers have nearly zero political power. Someone like him wouldn't mind being an enforcer, but for Tohsaka who takes a lot of pride on her family name, it's the worst thing they could do to her without physically touching.
"Shirou," she began to say something.
He didn't give her a chance to complete, "You need not tell me twice. Failure isn't an option right?"
The girl named Tohsaka Rin nodded meekly. Just when she seemed to drop her guard and looked soft unlike her usual self, the flare in her eyes returned, "I am not worried about me, Shirou. I just don't want you to be the reason for me to fail."
"Yes, ma'am," he said.
"The halo has been fixed, and all your sins and good deeds have been calculated," the angel-like voice spoke, "Lelouch Vi Britannia, your death tally has been made. King Yama wants to see you."
"A king summons an emperor," he spoke with the voice of a boy who was growing into a man, but with a natural air of arrogance, "Death is ironic, isn't it?"
The voice didn't respond to his musings, because it never had to. It knew that men come in different packages, and this one was an aristocratic human. Men like him seldom understood their position in the food chain thanks to the position they had during their life. So it decided to let him amuse himself, before the god of death threw in whatever punishment he deserved.
The nineteen year old was led inside, the royal guards of the death god showed him to a large table, a mahogany table.
"Lelouch Vi Britannia," A booming voice behind the table announced the boy's name. The boy didn't flinch. He was brave, or if he wasn't, he was a good actor. But he did know some humility, surprise from a person of royal lineage. "Also known as Lelouch Lamperouge, and Zero."
King Yama had a beastly appearance. As a god he had the power to take up whatever appearance he wished. Appearance wasn't a matter to gods, but only to lesser beings below them. Yama took the appearance of a stout demonic person, with eyes that could make the strongest hearts stop. He chose the appearance simply to ease his job. Mortals don't like to imagine the life-taking god nothing less than what he looked now.
"Hmm," The god looked into the book containing Lelouch's records. The frown on his face only grew deeper. The mortal was in danger, one could realize.
Everyone around the god, even Lelouch remained silent for the man to throw his judgment. For the rest of them in the room, it was yet another trial, and they simply liked to listen to interesting stories. But for Lelouch, it was important, as it decided what he would do, face the punishment of hell or enjoy his time in heaven. As if to agree with the voice's observations, Lelouch lost his haughty smile and studied King Yama's expression seriously.
"You deserve to be burnt in the boiling lava," the god spoke. Lelouch closed his eyes, accepting what was given to him. Perhaps he was prepared for this, the day when he murdered countless number of people, directly or indirectly. It was something he deserved. Perhaps the boy knew this, which was why he didn't cry. He simply closed his eyes, mourning for his soul that was about to be put to the hardest tests.
"But—" The mood changed. The god's guards immediately understood that this was one of those rare trials where things actually turn out to be interesting. "You have impressed us with your deeds. Destroying the opportunity of a fellow soul to live, the act of killing is a heinous crime. But circumstances show that every instance of killing you have done was morally justified. You are not an arrogant soul who killed people for selfish deeds, but a lost soul searching for answer. Your actions did well to the world."
A tense look developed on each and every face in the room. There were very few instances in which a mass murderer was let loose by King Yama. But every time he did, he put one punishment on the person, one punishment that was worse than hell and better than heaven at the same time.
"I sentence you to Avalon!" The huge personality said with finality.
A collective gasp surrounded the boy and the god.
Avalon, a distant utopia, the land that was said to be the final resting place for the souls that were said to have 'saved the world'. A place only for the well-deserving 'heroes'.
"But only on a condition," he spoke, "You shall serve as a Counter Guardian, as the servant of humanity. You shall be free of this when you save as many lives as you have killed during your life. Needless to say the kills you perform as a hero shall also be taken into account."
The voice was silent, just as everyone else in the room was. This boy, Lelouch was served the harshest punishment and the greatest gift at the same time. He was sentenced to be the hero of the world, but he would be called a god's dog. His will was bound by Alaya itself.
It was a boon and a curse. If you like to save innocent lives, it would be a boon at first. But when the endless cycle of killing and saving people keeps repeating, at some point the bearer would comprehend it as a curse.
The voice watched the boy. He was neither shocked nor disappointed. But there was a distinct sadness in his eyes, which was covered by a layer of emotionless eyes. He simply bowed, "I accept my destiny, and I shall serve humanity as I am bound to."
"Take him to Avalon," King Yama directed the voice. He was a lot easier to convince than the rest.
Wherever the two went, people gave them strange looks. They constantly whispered into each other's ears. Occasionally he heard the words 'foreigners' and 'tourists'. It was reassuring to know that the townsmen of Valvale assumed them to be a bunch of foreigners who have come to their humble town for sightseeing, but Emiya Shirou couldn't fathom what exactly was worth seeing in this seemingly ordinary English Town.
Anyway, everything was well and good unless the folks suspect they were sent by Magus Association to secure a forbidden sorcery. The Magus Association didn't have much idea about what it was, but they wanted to secure it anyway, before the Holy Church landed their 'filthy' hands on it.
"Shirou," Tohsaka tugged the boy's arms to gather his attention. "I sense a boundary field," she whispered.
"A boundary field…" Shirou closed his eyes to confirm what he said. Shirou was as strange to Magus as Tarzan was to the ordinary mankind. His way of sensing things were primitive, he lacked proper training as magus and yet he was successful when things really counted. He was still in the third grade in the Magus's school, but his skills were good enough to beat wizards.
The sweet sensation struck him. It was Shirou's way of sensing a boundary field. "You are right. It's faint but it seems to be well laid."
Rin nodded, "Can you sense which direction it's coming from?"
"I will give it a try," the boy closed his eyes. He searched for the source of the smell. It was simple; all he had to check was where the sweet sensation was coming from. He looked around, sniffing the surroundings. When he faced the west he stopped, "That way," he pointed.
There was a glint of Rin's face, "This could be easier than we thought."
The woman dressed in a red shirt, and a short black skirt dashed off in the direction he pointed. Needless to say, Shirou followed her and caught up within no time.
"I am planning to take the next train back," she said. "So let's put some extra effort into running."
The woman's speed began to rise steadily. Within just five steps she dashed forward with an inhuman speed of 60Kmph.
"I wish I could do that," Shirou sighed. Well when Rin uses her magic to ease things, he always had to put extra physical effort to compensate his lack of magic.
He passed through the streets, as the people watched them in awe. Rin was almost out of sight, it was almost impossible for him to keep up. He put more power into his legs. At the crossing between the streets, she took a left turn, where the field seemed to get stronger.
Shirou did the same and followed her lead into the main road. The traffic signal bulb turned green, and the vehicles began to move. But Rin Tohsaka paid no heed to the traffic, and he had no intention of falling back.
As he stepped onto the road, a white car almost bumped into him, Shirou exerted as much force as he could and jumped forward only to fall into the path of a truck carrying some large load.
This wasn't how Emiya Shirou, future hero of justice supposed to die. There was one thing he could do—Projection. He had to project something, something that would be best for the occasion.
"Trace On!"
Light passed through the magic circuits he imagined to exist in his brain. Out of thin air, a sword materialized in his hand.
He flung the sword straight into the vehicle's tire, cutting the rubber with ease. With the screeching noise of metal against the road, the truck came to a stop, giving the boy enough time to land, recover and dash onto the other side.
Shirou ignored the truck driver's insults as he once again desperately tried to keep up with Rin.
'Someday I will get killed trying to keep up with her,' he said to himself. It wasn't far from the truth.
After a couple of blocks, he took another turn into the open road that led into the outskirts of the town.
As he sprinted down the road, Shirou noticed the populace around dwindling down. The air became stagnant, and reeked with death. The fresh country air that rejuvenated spirits was no longer seen.
Soon he found himself on a deserted country road, alone. Tohsaka was too fast, and out of sight. His pace slowed down. He took a deep breath and looked at the surroundings.
He was deep inside the boundary field now, but this was no ordinary boundary field. It had the same spirit consuming aura that Rider's field had, back in Fuyuki. "This is bad," he muttered.
He had some magic resistance, thanks to the next to nothing magic he learned in the school for three years. He silently thanked the Professors whom he didn't particularly like. Especially Lord El-Melloi, for putting him in the magic school along with seven year olds.
Since he had come this far, he had no choice but to move forward.
In situations like this it was better to stay on guard and arm yourself, but Emiya Shirou was always armed.
I am the bone of my sword—
Emiya Shirou was a weapon himself, he says to himself once in a while. It was an incantation he discovered. It was just a fancy line he prepared for the future hero he was to become. It did have some effect on him though. Projection became a lot easier when he did that. The incantation usually made him push his usual Projection limits.
Shirou resumed his sprint, albeit slow paced than before. No sooner than he felt he was reaching the center of the field, he noticed a building looming far away in the path he walked.
"Oh, man why does it always have to be a church?" He complained to no one in particular.
He looked at the dark building. Ever since Kotomine, Shirou had developed a natural aversion towards churches. He wasn't a staunch follower of god, so he didn't particularly miss the church; he preferred to go to Ryuudou Temple with Issei. Religion was never an issue for him, and Fuji-nee only believed in free loading on the Emiya residence.
The church's door was open. He was positive that Tohsaka went this way, but he decided to be cautious. He took a small detour through the shrubs and approached the church from the right. To his luck, he spotted an open window.
Carefully avoiding the sight of a possible observer inside the church, he managed to approach the worn out walls of the church. It seems, not many people visited the church anymore, Shirou noted.
He slowly crawled to below the open wooden doors of the grill-less window; his gaze was firmly on the window, in case someone peeped out and noticed him.
He slowly rose from his crouching position to see what was inside, and then something passed by the window. Shirou's heart skipped a beat; he turned his back to the wall, and stood flat against it.
He heard a faint footstep approaching the window, cautiously. The person on the other side of the window must have sensed him too.
Whoever was on the other side, they were extremely vigilant. Shirou couldn't hear a single sound after the footstep he heard earlier. Maybe they have sensed where he was and prepared to attack him with some kind of weapon.
Shirou closed his eyes. He was lucky to have turned his magic circuit on long before he came here. He could now skip the 'Trace On' part. A pair of twin swords materialized in Shirou's hands.
He made a strategy in his mind. He would deflect whatever the opponent attacked with Kansho and return with Bakuya.
"Alright," he silently encouraged himself. "I am a hero of justice, I can do this." Anxiety raced his heart, and adrenaline was ready to push him, in case he fell in trouble.
With one final breath, Shirou lunged up, and jumped in through the window. As soon as his foot left the ground, something fast came towards him.
"Gandr" The source of the attack uttered while it performed the attack.
Shirou's instinct made Kansho move to his aid, and faced the unseen projectile. The projectile struck the artificial sword, which disintegrated right after blocking the attack. His right hand, that carried Bakuya immediately moved to strike the target but—
"Tohsaka!" Shirou exclaimed as he landed on the rim.
"Emiya-kun," Rin with an uplift arm, and a pointed finger looked at him equally surprised.
Either of them sighed in relief at the same time.
"You had me on my toes there," Tohsaka said.
"Did you finish everyone inside or something?" Shirou asked, as he dropped inside, half-expecting a couple of unconscious people, courtesy of gandr. But the chapel was empty, not a single soul other than the two of them, making the large row of benches redundant.
"It's empty," Rin said, examining the room. "There might be someone hidden inside though."
Well it doesn't make sense for anyone not to be here. Not when they were guarding whatever it was, with a boundary field.
"There is a possibility," Rin said, as they searched one room after the other. "Maybe the magus here didn't expect the association drop on him like this. The boundary field is strong enough to put an ordinary man to death. Even with the slightest magical resistance you can survive this place."
"Are you telling our guy is careless?" He asked.
"No, I am not saying that but he could be underestimating the eyes of the association. Hiding is impossible."
The duo stopped by one last room which hadn't been checked. "Well this is the only room left," Rin muttered, putting a hand on the knob, "I don't sense anyone here either."
She twisted the knob and moved the door open. Shirou said, "Maybe the guy fled, and forgot to turn off the boundary field."
Rin chuckled at this, "Shirou, why would anyone waste their magical—" The magus stopped in her tracks and stood stiff as if she saw a ghost.
Shirou noticed the change in her body language and gently pushed the door open.
"Ah—" the scene stopped his heart for a second.
The room, which was plastered with a light cream color, was sprayed with blood all over its walls. The room was in disarray, papers were scattered all over, some soaked in blood. The desk and the chair seemed to be out of their original positions too.
Most important of them all, the part of the room that knocked him out of breath was—
The girl with long green hair sprawled on the floor, lying in a pool of blood. The girl's eyes were closed as if she was sleeping peacefully, with a hole on her head and a gash on her torso.
Before Shirou could recover from the shock, steady footsteps echoed down the long corridor that led to the chapel.
"Tohsaka!" Shirou jumped into the room at once, pushing Rin along with him.
As they landed on the floor, something struck the wall in the corridor and brought it down to dust with an explosion.
Tohsaka recovered first, "What's going on?"
Sunlight seeped in through the dark corridor, and into the blood-filled room.
"Hey Busso, you could have gone a bit easier on the wall," a haughty voice spoke from the outside.
Shirou and Rin watched in surprise, as another person came into the scene, through the opening created by the destroyed wall.
He was about six foot, the same height as Shirou, dressed in a black coat over a white shirt underneath. His hair was red, just like Shirou's except overgrown and combed back.
He looked at them with menacing brown eyes, "Looks like the Association has sniffed us out. Let's shift the order from here Busso," and said with a vicious smile, "After we kill these puppies of course."