Code Geass: The Flower of Rebellion

Code Geass isn't mine.

This was a spur of the moment challenge a friend of mine put to me once he read a few of the Knight of Revolution chapters. What if it had been Cornelia and Euphemia in the place of Lelouch and Nunally? How would things play out when the roles are reversed from the beginning? What would be different?

My Original Characters from Knights of Revolution will also appear in this fic, though with a different role in this one.

Chapter 1: Loss of Innocence

"Your Highness Cornelia! Your Highness Cornelia!"

The messenger burst onto the rooftop garden villa of Marianne Vi Britannia where Cornelia was attending to her duties as head of her personal guard. Lelouch sat across from the violet haired woman with a chessboard between them. Nunally sat nearby with her mother making flower wreaths. The Third Princess was playing black, and was in a bind against her younger half-sibling.

The sudden appearance of the out of breath messenger drew everyone's attention. Part of her was concerned about what the news could possible be to have a messenger be so desperate to see her. The other part was annoyed beyond compare, she'd just figured out the one move that could give her a chance to counterattack.

"What is it? Calm yourself and tell me what's the matter." She picked up one of her knights, suddenly remembering what her counter was supposed to be.

"Her Majesty Alicia Li Britannia has been murdered!" The knight dropped from her fingers, knocking over her king. Lelouch and Marianne stared at the messenger in shock. The first words from Cornelia didn't surprise either of them in the slightest.

"What about Euphemia?" When the messenger hesitated, she jumped from the table, seizing the scared man by the shoulders and shaking him fiercely. "What about Euphie? Tell me!"

"She's, she's alive." Part of her sighed, knowing her sister was safe alleviated some of the shock, worry, and pain of the news. "However . . ."

That one word sent Cornelia's world into an explosive downward spiral. Practically throwing the man aside, she rushed out of the villa with all the speed she could muster. Lelouch stared at the chessboard; all of her pieces had fallen on their sides, or off the board entirely. Every one of his pieces eerily stood undisturbed. Marianne stood with a worried Nunally, who swiftly went over to her brother.

"Young man, I want you to tell me everything you know about this."

"But your Majesty . . ."

"This is an order from Empress Marianne Vi Britannia, do you understand?" Her voice remained pleasant, but her eyes were cold as steel. The messenger nodded in a panic as he began to explain the details.

Cornelia rushed past countless nobles who were trying to stop her from arriving at the ballroom of her mother's section of the castle. Her mind was racing. She couldn't tell if she was crying with the wind she was generating with her speed.

Dashing into the ballroom, she stopped when she saw her mother, riddled with bullet wounds. Her eyes looked sad, staring off into nothingness. The sight didn't effect her until she saw the other pair of legs sticking out from under her dead mother. Trembling hands gripped Alicia's back in a terror filled hug as a tiny voice repeated itself over and over like a mantra.

"Mother? Mother? Mother?! Mother, get up . . . it hurts. Mother!"

Cornelia sank to her knees when she saw the bullet wounds in her sister's legs. Lifting her hands to her mouth as tears poured down her face, she shook her head wildly.

"Euphie!" Her scream could be heard everywhere in the Li Britannia home. Soldiers began to rush into the room lead by Knight of Two Halbdenkul Schlange. The young Rounds had his hair in a rat-tail, the brilliant red hair blazed, matching the fury in his eyes at the sight before him. Gesturing to one of the soldiers, he glared at the bloodshed in the room.

"I want you to question every noble in hear about what they saw, heard, felt, and tasted if it even applies! This transgression will not stand, do you hear me?"

"Yes, my Lord!"

Walking over to the two women, he grimaced at the sight. Two bullets had hit Euphemia in the legs; he heavily doubted she'd ever walk again. The other sight nearly broke something deep inside him. Shards of glass, he guessed from the shattered windows, had pierced her eyes. She'd never see again. Only one word left his lips.

"Shit."

"Halbdenkul? Is that you? Why won't my Mother move? Where's Cornelia? It hurts." He clenched a gloved fist. Even in her situation, she remained concerned for others first and foremost. Her soul was too noble and strong for something like this to befall the sweet girl. Life was most cruel.

"Your sister's unharmed, but she's crying for you. We need to get you to the medical teams. Be strong Princess Euphemia."

She nodded in relief that her sister was okay.

Well? Good? Bad? Continue? Stop while its ahead?