Disclaimer, I do not own Code Geass or any of their characters.
Okay, so this is a crossover with 'Another', another manga. So, basically, a person is 'sacrificed' once a month inside of a cursed classroom, if you never read this manga before. So, actually, one of the classmates is dead, and kills someone off each month or something like that. The thing is, nobody knows who the 'dead' person is, and even the dead person doesn't know their dead, because all their memories were altered.
Lelouch taps his pencil against the side of his desk as Mrs. Venetta continues to teach the remaining students of class 3-1. "Now, who can tell me about the history between America and Japan?" Mrs. Venetta shuffles her papers, hitting the thin edges of the stack against the glossy table of her desk. Lelouch inwardly sighs, exhaling out of his parted lips, as he rests his chin upon his knuckles, his elbow hitting the grimy top of his desk. Hands shoot up in the air, and Lelouch just leans back against his chair, careful not to cause too much of a commotion from his creaky seat. After all, he's not supposed to exist, so might as well act as though he doesn't. "Ms. Kallen?" Mrs. Venetta calls out. Lelouch raises an eyebrow, noting how the strawberry hued hair girl slowly lowers her hand, still using her adopted meek demeanor. Of course, Lelouch is quite conscious of her fierce side, once encountering it from her vicious glare when she passed by him in the hall.
"Amer-" Kallen feebly begins, her voice barely above a whisper, just louder than Nina's wistful tone. The door slowly yawns open, and Lelouch actually leans forward onto his desk, startled slightly, yet, just inclining his head rather than snapping his head visibly similar to the other student's actions. Kallen's voice trails off as a slim boy steps into the room.
Oh, another student? But...wouldn't that make this class uneven with its students? Lelouch then stiffens, as he recognizes the kind visage of the random newcomer. "Ah, hello, I'm Suzaku Kururugi, I'm new to this class," Lelouch automatically lowers his head, hoping his floppy ebony bangs will cast a dark enough shadow across his visage. What is he doing here? Ah, Suzaku must be oblivious to the rumors wandering around this classroom, or else he definitely would not transfer here.
"Right, the new transfer student, well, my name is Mrs. Venetta." Lelouch continues to listen in, yet, he stares at his desk, his amethyst eyes dilate and wide at Suzaku's sudden appearance. No doubt, Suzaku, once noticing him, will try and talk with him after years of separation, and surely, he'll break the tradition...and then it'll begin. Lelouch inhales sharply under his breath. He's located in the back of the room, and the teacher surely couldn't be so incompetent to place him nearby? "Well, welcome, Kururugi, please, take that empty seat," Venetta says politely. Lelouch stifles a groan-the only desk free for taking is the one that happens to be next to him. He hears Suzaku's footsteps grow louder, and the scrape of his chair as he seats himself beside Lelouch. Almost automatically, Lelouch sharply turns his head to the left, facing outside the stained window, having the back of his head face Suzaku, rather than have Suzaku catch a glimpse of his features. After all, unlike the other students, he's quite distinguishable, especially with his eye patch, which is strapped across his right eye.
Suzaku grimaces, as the boy beside him swiftly faces away from him. Suzaku frowns, tilting his head slightly. Now, this body build is quite familiar, the slender frame, almost feminine, and the silent, determined feeling that the boy releases. Quite rude, in Suzaku's opinion. He faces front, only to have a sharp tap on his shoulder cause him to look over to his right side. "Hey!" A boy smiles widely in a hushed tone, his eyes wide and bright. "I'm Rivalz," the boy presents. "So, you're the new kid?" Rivalz murmurs, and Suzaku nods, ready to introduce himself properly to this boy, only to have him cut him off quickly. "Anyways," he shuffles closer, supporting himself with his elbows on his desk, his navy locks bobbing around his sharp head. "We didn't know there'd be another student-" Rivalz continues eagerly, his animated aroma causing Suzaku to return with a strained smile, only to realize that the smile's genuine and grows larger as the younger boy chatters even quicker, fast enough for his words to slur together as he struggles to cram twenty words into a second.
"Rivalz!" The young pretty teacher raps her knuckles onto her desk, and Suzaku whips his head forward, his shaggy auburn hair tickling against his cheek. "Pay attention!" Mrs. Venetta hisses, knotting her magenta lips, her silver tail flopping over her shoulder. "Now, continuing on with our lesson..." Suzaku doesn't try to drown out her words, but, despite her tinkling voice, it's monotone in his brain, and he finds it hard to concentrate upon his new class.
He begins to notice his surroundings, narrowed eyes fixated upon him, a strawberry haired girl even scowls at him as though he had done some sort of wrong doing directed towards her, and Suzaku returns with a slight innocent frown, and the girl makes a show of grinding her teeth, before returning to face the front. He claps his eyes with the remaining students that continue to glower at him. Why is it that all the kids show clear disdain for his presence? Only Rivalz managed to at least greet him with a warm vibe. He lowers his eyes to his desk, only to catch himself slide them over to the chipped, splintered desk beside him. He slightly frowns at that, why is it that one familiar boy sitting at such a rickety, old table? His gaze returns to his small desk with the glossy top, similar with the other desks, why is it that one boy doesn't have a polished one, when it's obviously needing repair compared to his? Did the school's budget become too tight to buy one last desk? Or did they order a whole shipment and just forgot one? Yet, that desk seems very, very, old, judging by the wood tinged gray and fading the toffee color that it obviously once been. Why would they wait this long to buy a new desk, judging by the state this desk is in?
"Class dismissed!" Suzaku blinks, startled by Mrs. Venetta's raised voice, out of his thoughts. He gathers his books. He must've entered class very late, maybe that's why those kids didn't hide their disdain towards him, maybe it's because he interrupted class, yet, did he bother them enough that he'd be on the receiving end of death glares from them? "Apply deodorant before you come back from gym!" Mrs. Venetta adds towards the dispersing class. Suzaku is quite pleased to hear that-he may not have the smarts, yet, at least he's great whenever it comes to physical sessions. Suzaku shoves his chair back, and begins to replace it back up to his desk, only to hesitate, as he notices how the boy is still facing the window. Suzaku begins an attempt to talk with the boy, only to back off as the boy suddenly stands up, and stiffly walks away, his head lowered, and he rushes out of the room. Suzaku blinks, and he turns to Mrs. Venetta, who quickly averts her eyes. Oh, she definitely noticed their little scene, yet, she refused to acknowledge it, despite the male's rudeness.
"Why...why is our gym class so small?" Suzaku asks. Then, Suzaku's eyebrows scrunch together, as Rivalz becomes suddenly uncomfortable, and he shifts in his unflattering gym shorts. "I know that females and males are separated but, there's only like, thirteen kids here," Suzaku guesstimates the amount of males in his gym class.
Rivalz begins to pop his knuckles. "Yeah, I don't know exactly why, but," Rivalz mutters, staring at his hands. "Come on, let's go play," Rivalz suddenly chirrups. Suzaku narrows his eyes. Oh, yeah, he definitely knows something.
"What about that boy?" Suzaku adds.
Rivalz gazes at him with a droll expression. "How specific, I mean, we're only in a class full of boys," Rivalz scoffs. "Come on, Suzaku, all boys here are weird," Rivalz chortles. Suzaku doesn't share his humor.
"Yeah, but I meant that boy, that boy with black hair and sat next to me, the other side," Suzaku impatiently describes the mute boy. Then, to his surprise, Rivalz's expression contorts into horror, before shifting, his face returning to a passive state.
"What are you talking about?" Rivalz frowns. "There's no other boy that sits next to you," Rivalz yelps as a basketball smacks against his spine. "It's an empty seat," Rivalz claims. However, Rivalz must be a horrible liar, Suzaku notes, after all, Rivalz refuses to meet his eyes, and he can't resist looking as though he's been trapped in a corner.
"Rivalz," Suzaku clucks his tongue. "Look, he's over there right now!" Suzaku gapes, noting a slim figure in the background, behind Rivalz, and despite Rivalz's shouts, he chases after the boy. "Hey, you!" The boy continues. "Boy in the black shirt!" the boy halts, and Suzaku stops behind him. "Sorry for suddenly calling you out like this, but," Suzaku apologizes, until, the boy turns around, and his words clog within his throat in a jumbled mess. That orchid eye. Suzaku's jade retinas widen, his lips snapping shut, as he's unable to find any words to describe this moment. The boy stares back at him. It can't be. "Do...do I know you?" Suzaku is unsure on whether or not it is his childhood friend.
The boy hesitates upon his words, pursing his lips. "I don't know, do you?" The boy asks softly, and his eyes darken from regret. Something that Suzaku would always notice whenever...he...hid something. "What is it?" the boy inquires, and Suzaku finds himself staring at the cloth that obscures his right eye. What happened to his eye?
"Maybe?" Suzaku gulps. "I knew a guy back then that looked like you, his name was Lelouch," Suzaku begins, and the small reaction confirms that guess: upon hearing that uttered name, the boy's usually glaring eyes twitch slightly. "It is you!" Suzaku confirms. Though back then, Lelouch's voice was higher and slightly cracked, yet, it matches the determination underneath the passive voice of this lower, husky voice. "Rivalz, that boy back there, said you didn't exist!" Suzaku's voice considerably lightens, jumping an octave higher, his happiness within bubbling upwards in delight. Lelouch lowers his head, and Suzaku stares. "Do they treat you that bad?"
"It's...not...it's my duty," Lelouch whispers softly. Suzaku stares at him, and Lelouch wheels around on the heels of his polished shoes, and he begins to walk away, before stopping. "You know, Nunnally will be very happy to learn about your presence," Lelouch adds, leaving Suzaku, confused by his vague response.
"Ah, you guys smell horrible," Mrs. Venetta groans in a griping tone as the group of sweaty students pile into the classroom. Lelouch refuses to return Suzaku's demanding stare. And nobody seems to pay attention to the fact that Lelouch entered the class fifteen minutes late...as though he wasn't there. Suzaku's gaze follows the muted boy back to his desk, his eyes landing upon something clawed into the desk. At first, Suzaku determined that it was just a bored student with a sharpen pencil tip, yet, there's an actual message, Suzaku realizes, upon closer inspection. Though the desk is adorned with multiple scratches, in the corner, the furrows seem deeper, darker, with a sinister feeling. "WHO IS THE DEAD ONE?" Suzaku recoils, and returns to scribbling down notes aimlessly on his notebook, pretending as though to pay attention to Mrs. Venetta. Why would Lelouch engrave something like that onto his damaged desk? Yes, Lelouch had a sadistic, slightly devilish naughty streak, yet, Lelouch was never...like that.
"Rivalz, stop flirting with Milly and pay attention!" Mrs. Venetta sharply knocks her knuckles onto her desk to capture the dull-blue haired boy's attention.
Yeah, I'm actually quite excited about this.
