Viva Rex Chapter 1: Who's Carolus?, a code geass fanfic

Disclaimer= I do not own Code Geass just the additions to the main story and any OC's that are added

"Speaking in understandable language" see additional below

["Speaking in a language not understood"] to the main character

["-not understood written language-"] see additional above

'Thoughts'

"-Writing to communicate-"

"machines or people via machines"

? ? ? = unidentified person

back ground noise

Dates go day/month/year

"Not all those who wander are lost" J.R.R Tolkien

Chapter 1

? ? ?, Pendragon imperial palace, 16/05/2006 a.t.b.

"Is it normal to wake up in a room like this?" I say to myself, glancing around this overly decorated room.

Pausing before looking down at my hands and any other feature I can cast my worried gaze at.

'OK SOMETHING IS SERIOUSLY FUCKED UP AT THE MOMENT!' screaming at myself mentally, concerned as to why I was in a teenagers body.

Resting my hands together on my gut, I just sort of lay in this really comfortable bed not sure of what top make of my situation. Turning my head left, I see a mahogany bedside table with a clock on it, feeling the need to know something as irrelevant as time I reached out and picked up the clock.

"Nine-Thirty, huh. No biggie I slept longer" getting out of the bed, in a bid to hopefully find some information.

'But first, gotta find a mirror or something' my mind returning to the mind fuckery that was me waking in up in a body not my own.

Fiddling with the silk pyjamas I was wearing for a minute, I then walk over to the window and open the curtains. The sight I was beholding as a result of that action was... well to say the least impressive, very impressive. Flower Gardens took up most of what stood below from my window's sight, large, white, pristine, concrete walls doted the exterior of where I was. A few large gun emplacements at certain points with men in what look like red coats, guards most likely.

Rubbing my eyes I step away from the sight of majestic, superiority and sunny, blue skies and proceed to the door closest to my bed. Gripping my pale hand on the ornate door handle, I get stumped at the thought that what I am seeking is not what is on the other side of this, once again, over the top piece of furniture.

"Curiosity killed the cat, but the satisfaction brought it back, welp time to see if the saying be true to its meaning" slowly opening the door, whilst I sarcastically pick at myself.

Relieved at the sight was an understatement, I was fucking thrilled, it was... a place I could piss... a bathroom.

"Oh compliments of the house" I say to myself while glancing at all these various flammables known as deodorant, shampoo, shower gel and moisturiser.

'Great now if things go south I can make some I.E.D's should the situation require it' remembering my former profession as a bomb maker for the Irish Republican Army.

'Speaking of former professions how did I get here, pretty sure I was helping a farmer with moving his crop' trying as hard as I could to remember what I was doing before I awoke on that god send of a bed.

"Fuck. nothing just a few hazy details" disappointed with my fruitless combing of my mind, I turned upon but one of the many mirrors in this bathroom after my failed attempt at remembering my past.

Staring at the mug in the mirror, I must say I was surprised, I looked pretty good for what appears to be a eleven year old boy. Refined features check, solid jaw check, piercing eyes check... Jesus Christ ima goddamn noble's snob of a son, I think, I mean not all rich boys are unbearably arrogant... I hope. Anyway back to staring back at my new body once again... god that sounds vain, pale, pretty much flawless skin, yep, definitely. Hair was a well kept mop of dirty blonde.

"God dammit, going to have to keep up appearances, because this guy definitely did" pondering now how I would go about acting when I get into contact with over people. My train of thought was brought to an unexpected end when a stern, feminine voice called through the door after knocking on it.

"Carolus? you up yet? if you are hurry up we're waiting for you in the dining hall!" the voice said straining between caring and disciplined.

'Carolus? hmm probably this guys name, well at least I know what name to react to, sounds easy enough, doesn't sound common' listing of various points as I stayed in the bathroom looking at my new form.

"If you're not awake I am coming in to wake you up you hear!" said the voice once again twisting the knob and opening the door.

"Well fuck me royally, I got to act as if nothing has happened, thank god for terrorist training" whispering to myself my course of action.

"Oh! you are up. Why didn't you respond to me when I was talking earlier" this goddess of a "woman" said.

"Reasons" not caring too much, looking around the room some more.

"Not even dressed uh! guess I got to do everything my self" the purple haired beauty said as she went into what I assume is my clothing closet.

"Well come on then, you can't be eating breakfast dressed like that" pointing at me with a gloved hand, causing me to stare at my soft as hell sleepwear.

Hearing some heels hitting the ground I look back up and see and well feel this girl grab me by the hand, direct me to the bed, sits me on said bed, then start digging though "my" clothes looking for something.

"Anything in particular?" she asks a sense one would get from a loving mother, lacing her words.

"Plain and simple, practicality over shovinality" I say simply getting off the bed and getting a pair of black trousers and a simple long sleeved, white shirt.

"Pretty sure shovinality is not a word and since when have you cared about the practicalness of clothes?" she inquires eyebrow raised at the strange behaviour I was displaying, of which seems to be not the way the previous "occupant" acted like.

"One it just sounds nicer than vanity in that sentence. Two starting now" sticking up a finger for every point, grabbing the rest of my necessary outfit on the way.

"Okay. Okay" gesturing her own hands in a calm down fashion before pausing.

"Would you like me to accompany you to the dining hall?" she asks, rubbing her gloved hand, attempting to hide it as simply dusting ones self off.

"Sure that would be nice" giving her a quick smile, knowing full well I will need some form of Shepard to get me through what I assume is a maze of a place.

"Okay I will wait outside" closing the door on her way out.

'well this should be fun' mentally remarking as I put on the various clothes that would make up my simple outfit, that I scrounged from the various pompous outfits.

Walking out of the room, I am once again blessed with the purple haired girls beauty, though this time round there was a little pink haired girl with her.

"BIG BROTHER!" this girl shouted happily, latching onto meand gving me their best attempt at braking my spin.

"Euphie! Keep it down!" scolded the purple one too the pink haired one, "Euphie's" reply a fruit known as a raspberry, made its appearance on the little girls voice. All I did was flash a smile, dazzle them with a smile and reward the little ones effort with a rub of their hair, this of course annoyed her slightly and resulted in a bit of a light beating.

"Nellieeee! Carolus is being mean" pouting at the end and pulling the dreaded puppy eyes all the while I was gently laughing at her antics.

"I thought I told you not too call me that!" replied "Nellie" blushing like a tomato in her failure of an atempt to get her too stop.

Feeling as if I didn't interfere, that this will just get worse, I did what any loving brother would do, I gave them both a flick on the head to get their attention and made various gestures as directions all while mentally screaming bloody murder at how annoyed I was.

'Great, so this is what I'm stuck with for the rest of my life great just fucking dandy as a lion' grumbling to myself in the realm of my mind, while forcing a mask to stay up, as to not arouse surspison to the loss of their brother.

After the light hearted glares at me ended, we proceded on our merry way too breakfast. Of course the trip was far from silent like I hoped it to be.

"Carolus? What did you dream about? I dreamt about a kingdom ruled by strawberries" pinkie suddenly asked, the naivety of a child absolutely drenching her words.

"A great man who lead his country to victory against a horde of potato's" nonchalantly replying, my attention focused on all the different decorations that filled these gargantuan walls.

"Why potatoes? they are all icky and bland" pulling various faces to show her displeasure.

"Because you asked a silly question, silly questions get silly answers" flashing a grin at her as I said it.

"Oh?" her face stuck in a limbo of sadness and joyful playing.

"Euphie? look at me" I say to get her attention.

"Hold still now, we can not have a pretty young lady like you sad, so let us just turn that frown upside down" using my fingers to turn her sad face into a mushed up happy one.

"On one condition, you sing me a song later" an evil grin plastered on her face, while she waggeled her finger at me.

'Curse my attempt at trying to find out how this "Carolus" acts' nodding my head at "Euphie" whilst mentally declaring civil war.

"Alright you two, that is enough we are here" gestured "Nellie" as some servants opened the doors.

Glaring my eyes a bit I scout over the faces of the myriad of various young men and ladies, also the more matured women that doted inbetween the various "children" that filled the tables seats.

"It is about time, this baboon of a prince woke up" squeaked an arrogant, little girls voice.

"Oh be quiet you spoilt brat!" glaring at the one who already made my "fuck you" list. My choice of words also seemed to have angered her greatly.

"Hypocrite..." she mumbled out, but was stopped by who I assume is her mother so she wouldn't take it too far.

"Ah younger brother you finally decided to get up, come mother awaits you so we can start breakfast" said a vain, male voice behind me.

"Hey! you can't take Carolus he is having breakfast with us, so no you will not have him Clovis!" whined "Euphie" as she tugged on my sleeve.

"Well it is only fair he comes sit with us, he is most likely going to be playing with you later so you might as well give him to me, also I don't think many of us want to be kept from breakfast much longer" a small frown appearing on the boys face.

"Alright seen as this is my choice not yours, here is how it will go down, I will sit with prince charming here and then miss shortcake can be played with later" sarcasm emphasized on their names.

"You pinkie promise?" she says, said finger poised for the signing of the contract.

"Sure" a small smile appearing on my face as I wrapped my finger around hers.

'Alright now that these two fuck wits are dealt with I can go back to finding out where I am' going back too observing all the various people at the table.

"Ah Carolus, did you sleep well sweetie?" asked a blonde woman who looked to be in their forties, but damn she still looked nice, oh and she also gave me a hug with a quick peck to the forehead.

"Yes, yes I did" I answer simply sitting down on one of the many velvet covered chairs.

"Alright, now that we are all here we can begin, servants you can take our orders now" said a handsome, brown haired man before he sat down.

We were part of the last few who got there requests asked, during that time though I began thinking of a plan on how to gather as much intelligence as possible.

'Going by how advance this place seems to be, they must at least have a basic form of the internet' wondering if this world had an equivalent of google I could use. Looking up from my train of thought when I saw the servants come back with everyone's meals.

"Huh that was quick" mumbling to myself about the efficiency of this place.

Moving my head back a bit I stare down and feel my mouth begin to water from what I see. A simple white plate with soft, bouncy, fluffy scrambled egg and crisp bacon.

"A rather small dish brother" questioned Clovis as he dug into his own meal.

"Just don't feel too hungry, that's all" brushing aside any attempt at a conversation from him concerning my food choice.

"Oh yeah and I will need your help later" he asks, before putting some of what I think are mushrooms into his mouth and chewing.

"Depends on what it is" grabbing a piece of bread and making a sandwich out of some of the bacon and egg.

"Carrying some bags, while I treat some lovely ladies out shopping" not really showing too much care as he continued to eat.

"Alright fine, but! I expect some compensation" not wanting to come out of this waste of time.

"Name your price" a small smug grin on his face.

"An accordion" I simply state, watching all those who heard chuckle a bit.

"Done, meet me at the garages, around eleven" he says preparing too leave "Oh and try to at least look presentable can't have people thinking their prince is a filthy number" venom filling his words when he said that last bit.

"You want me to look dashing AND still be capable of lifting bags?... pick one" finishing of my makeshift sandwich and cleaning my fingers with one of the many cloths.

"Fair point, just make your self look like you have some pride and servant like then" patting my head in a mocking manner as he passed by.

'A chance to observe the outside world... perfect, going to need to see how this society works if I am going to thrive in it' setting the cogs for any plans in motion.

"Carolus? how are you meant to play with me if you're helping Clovis?" asked "Euphie" as she started tearing up.

"We wont be gone long and when we get back you can hear your song, but remember this if we don't get to play much today we can play as much as you want tomorrow okay?" cheering her up, with out even caring about her, just trying to maintain a façade.

"Okay!" she beams happily before re-joining the group she was with previously.

'Welp time to return to my room and check that computer I saw' walking out of the room ignoring anyone who called my name.

My journey was fine, until I realised I had no idea where I was going.

'Fuck I just realised that I have no idea where my room was' trying to remember the route back.

Deciding that it wouldn't matter anyway, I proceeded at random throughout the halls of the palace. Stopping when I found a folder on the floor, curious as to what it held, I picked it up and skimmed the cover for any important info.

'Top secret? level four clearance required, interesting' looking over the brown front cover.

Seeing that nobody was around, I placed the folder in between my trousers and shirt, holding it in place with the clothes tightness and my body. Now eager to read this folder properly I make haste to a quiet corner, in my room that I luckily just managed to find. Closing the door, I then sit down and get comfortable, ready to pry where I should not.

"Knightmare frame?" saying the name of the vehicle the document had it in it.

"More specifically, something called the Ganymede... interesting" eyeing every piece of info I could.

Hearing a large amount of footsteps outside my room, I silently rush and split the folder up, slipping the folders various parts throughout my room mostly inside my clothes though. Dusting my self off and straightening myself out when someone knocked on my door.

"Yes!?" I asked, voice raised so they could hear me, my body ready to remove them if they intrude.

"Carolus? it's Schneizel you in here?" asked an unfamiliar voice.

"Yes I'm here" I say, opening the door slightly.

'Blonde, male, tall bastard, hmm wearing a mask to hide his intent, very interesting very interesting indeed' mentally glaring at him while I awaited his response.

"Have you seen a folder around here? I think I may have dropped one around this part of the palace" he says, obviously with holding something.

"No I'm sorry I haven't, now if you excuse me I have to go see Clovis" walking away, not acting upon his whispering, something like "let's see what you will do with that info on the Knightmare frames, dear brother" at least I think I mean he was whispering or mumbling.

'Damn that was close too close, he obviously knew I had it so why did he not act upon it? hmm a pleasure seeker perhaps?' going through various things as I walked aimlessly through out the palace.

Looking up to a clock, I see I have about twenty minutes too reach the designated spot I was told to go to, by my "brother" Clovis. Needless to say half of that time was spent familiarising myself with the maze that was the hallways of the imperial palace. Getting tired of my aimless goal, I turned too and asked a person who looked like a mechanic, of whom was walking by.

"Excuse me, can you tell me which way the garage is?" asking him, as he passed by, of which he turned his head around and pointed just behind him. Giving him a small nod of thanks, I proceed on my way to the garage, silently praying it was the only one this place had.

Pushing open the distinctly different doors, I made my way into this multi floored, cavern of a cars home. Weaving my way through the labirynth of cars, vans and other motorised vehicles, I soon find myself being called upon by Clovis.

"Carolus! Over here!" the ever charming prince called out, gesturing his hands at me while he inspected bottles on a cart.

"Carolus. Which one would you suggest?" holding a bottle infront of me and handing another to me as well.

Seen as he asked so nicely, I gave the bottles both a look over. Wine, they were both wine bottles, one with piss coloured wine the other a deep red. I spent a good two minutes inspecting them, from smelling the bottle tops to looking at their flavour, knowing I ain't some wine coniseur, I came to my conclusion.

"Why not both?" shrugging my shoulders, as I put the bottles back on the cart.

"I want one that truly encapsilates the experiance we will have" giving me his reasoning, glancing back and forth from the cart.

"Just pick some at random, I'm sure a date with a prince is good enough" moving my eyebrows up and down as I said it.

"I see then I guess I will just take these two then" pondering to himself as he retook the two bottles and put them in a cooler inside of the vehicle.

"Oh and seen as you will probably be mistaken for a servant considering the favour you are doing for me, don't get upset or offended if my dates treat you as such, okay?" notifying me that I will most likely be treated like shit.

"That will be fine mi 'lord" putting on a "butlers" accent, while doing a mocking bow. Hearing a light chuckle from him, I plop my ass in one of the front seats while Clovis goes in the rear.

The journey to where we were going was relatively quiet, well for me anyway, I spent all of it observing the arrogant fuckwits who littered the streets. But it wasn't all bad luckily the architecture was awe-inspiring enough to make me be able to ignore the whole horde of people with sticks so far up their collective arses.

Hearing the car come to a slow stop, I turn around and open a small window like thing.

"Have we arrived at your consorts pick up location?" calling out too Clovis who was making himself look presentable.

"Yes we are here, now be a dear and open the door for them, my faithful servant" putting on, what I assume to be his game face, as he finished up with his preening.

Stepping out of the front door, I am soon "assaulted" with the requests of the two girls Clovis was having a outing with. Mostly ignoring them, I open the door to Clovis, holding it open for them as they went in to the car and begin talking to Clovis while I carelessly place there bags at random in the spacious bag compartment, the girls being unaware of my mistreatment of their property. Closing the back up, I get back in the car and motion the driver to head to the next location all the while observing the various buildings as we passed by them.

Carolus la Britannia, Pendragon imperial palace, his room

Collapsing onto my bed, I let out a large groan of annoyance as I roll around the soft sheets, caressing my aching limbs.

"Jesus, I knew they would probably get a lot but not that much" groaning as I got back up.

Disregarding the pain I was feeling, I headed to all of the places I could remember, concerning the split up document of the bi-pedal vehicle known as a "Knightmare Frame" making sure all of them had been collected before putting them back together and placing it under my bed. Now with that document out of the way, I sat down in front of a computer that was in the corner of my bed and pretty much just looked up various things while I waited for "Euphie" to come and extract her request of a song.

"Songs, what exactly could I sing to her, I mean I got an accordion from Clovis" staring at said instrument, now lying on my bed in a white bag.

"I think I have an idea" turning towards the computer and inputting a certain songs name. Surprised that not one version of it existed.

'Did not match any results, perfect now I can plagiarise someone else's work ha' chuckling at how I will now be called the creator of the song, that I will have too sing.

Perking my head up when I heard more footsteps then usual once again. Walking over to the bag, I pull out the instrument and give it a few test plays before placing it on my desk, waiting to see if the increased noise outside was because of "Euphie" and if it was well what has grown more legs? defiantly more than one pair.

"Carolus? you in here!" called out the familiar voice of my now half sister.

"Yes, just a sec!" walking over to the door and opening it.

"Brought some friends I see" seeing a small brown haired girl with her and what I assume to be her mother of whom was a tall black haired woman, in a orange dress.

"Yep! Nunnally wanted to hear it too, so she and lady Marianne came along too!" a big peachy smile on her face.

"Well I guess that is fine, make yourself comfortable on the bed then" picking up the accordion once again as I waited for them to get comfortable.

"You can play an instrument?" asked Nunnally in a voice that would probably give you a heart attack from cuteness overload.

"Yes, yes I can, now shh I can not play a song if you are talking Nunnally" giving her a smile, turning my chair around and sitting in it accordion in hand.

"Now then let us begin" flexing my hands and preparing an accent.

What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
What will we do with a drunken sailor?
Early in the morning!