Turn 01: Dream Time
Images. Voices. Sounds.
Where was he? What was this?
Many things flashed before his mind, blurred and distorted as if he was viewing them through a hazy screen, unfamiliar and strange to his eyes. The images came like a flood, overwhelming his defenses and forcing themselves deeper into his mind. But all of them were strange, looking like scenes from an old movie, devoid of color, disjointed and incomprehensible.
What was happening? Was this a dream?
It was, and yet it was not at the same time. It felt like far-off memories to a scattered dream, with each bits and pieces jumbled together like a puzzle, incomplete until he could piece them back together into a whole picture. And whenever he touches one, it would fleetingly brush against his fingertips before shattering into fragments like glass. They were fragile, but clear and translucent as water, yet sharp and deadly as a sharpened sword. And when he managed to grasp a single shard, the edges cut his fingers and drew blood, painful and agonizing.
Memories... but of what? His life as a prince-turned-revolutionary leader?
A lone orb of crimson dropped from the tip of a finger, falling on a fragmented image at his feet, and the sound was like a droplet of water disrupting the quiet stillness of a lake. As the liquid touches the crystal clear surface, it began to spread, coating the other shards in red and continuing outwards like fire, until he was surrounded in a field of his own blood. The memories became even more distorted, and with them came a new sensation.
The smell of death.
The world spun in an instance, turning upside-down in a dizzying motion and scattering the fragments further from his reach, until everything righted itself and he finally stood in the darkness. And then as if he was on a film theatre, a screen flashed in front of his view, and he beheld a peculiar scene.
Was that... him?
There was a boy; a lone child amidst a world full of corruption and wrongness. Betrayal and abandonment. Lies and deceit. Despair and death. Parents sold their own children. Friends and lovers betrayed each other without a second thought. Justice was held under the thumb of the corrupt. Medicine was used only to cripple people. And humans... were just living garbage, born only to be killed.
And so the boy, believing in nothing but death, grew up to become an assassin. And he killed, and killed, and killed. Until he was standing on a field of corpses, drenched in blood with the decaying stench of death clinging to him like a perfume. All over his feet the bodies stared at him with expressions of fear and despair, though their eyes were filled with emptiness. He had taken their lives, and he was not content; he wanted more.
You go to walk the path of blood?
If that is my destiny.
The words echoed around the field, rising and falling in volume, as if the winds could not decide where to carry it. As if in answer, the amount of corpses suddenly grew, and he was now on a road filled with nothing but the lifeless bodies of those he had slain. Onwards he continued, and with each step, hundreds more were added to the ever growing pile of corpses. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. Not until everything was filled with death. There was no goal to his deeds, no purpose to justify his actions. He didn't care if the world burns, as long as he could take another life and claim it like a god.
No! This was not him! This was not what he wanted!
As if reacting to his emotions, his surroundings shifted again, and everything dissolved, and he was back in darkness once more. But something seemed different this time; there was a strong gust of wind coming from behind, pushing him to the front, nudging him to go forward. In the distance was a faint light, a tiny pinprick of hope in the darkness. And then he understood; he was in a cave.
The light seemed to be calling to him, urging him to follow it. As if on cue, the wind became stronger, like a hurricane, almost sucking him forward. It was all he could do not to be overwhelmed by the sheer force of it, and he struggled to even remain standing. Like a lost creature, he stumbled towards the end of the cave, reaching out with his hands. As he continued his journey, strange noises began to echo around him, rising and falling in volume, sometimes whispering, sometimes booming, sometimes barely audible, while at other times painful to the ears. It was incomprehensible, but when focused enough, he could discern bits and pieces of unfamiliar sounds and voices.
Explosions...
Gunfires...
"...blew up the moon..."
Wailings and anguish cries...
Pleadings for help and mercy...
"...he can't be killed..."
Joyous laughter...
Yells of success and victory...
"How are you doing today, Mr. God of..."
Several strangely familiar voices...
Slithers and slurping noises...
"...be seated..."
Scrapings of chairs on a wooden floor...
"...until March next year..."
A ringing bell...
"...assassinate me."
Assassinate.
ASSASSINATE.
The words echoed in his ears, ascending to a great crescendo and shaking him to the core. It was like a stimulant to him, and he suddenly found himself putting up a burst of speed. The light was calling more stronger this time, and his heart was filled with great longing. He didn't know why, but something was telling him to reach out and grasp the thing he's been looking for; a precious treasure that he had lost and forgotten. And he knew he would find it past that brilliant light in the distance. He had to reach it. He had to get out from this tunnel of darkness.
He ran, and ran, and ran. Endlessly and tirelessly he pursued the light, unwavering and never once stopping. With each step, crystal fragments of images slowly formed in his mind, hazy and still distorted but much comprehensible than before.
Flying into the sky like a soaring eagle...
An eternal crescent moon hanging in the night sky...
Blood and a pile of corpses at his feet...
A gentle hand slowly caressing his tentacles...
Tentacles?!
A woman, bathing in her own pool of blood...
What...?
A warm smile that eased his raging heart full of regret and grief...
This... was this his memory?
A striking cobra, deadly and skilled, full of venom and hidden killing intent like no other...
Who...?
Blue... someone with a blue hair...
Was he...?
"K..."
He was lying on the soft grass, tired beyond belief, yet satisfied and happy all the same...
"...o..."
At last, he had fulfilled his promise...
"...r..."
He could finally rest...
"...o..."
He had taught them all he could...
"...s..."
Now, he only had one thing to do...
"...e..."
His last act...
"...n..."
as a...
"...sei."
And then he was through, emerging from the darkness in a great speed. But the dazzling light engulfed him, blinding him to his surroundings and preventing him from seeing what was on the other side of that tunnel. And as he began to slowly grew accustomed, the sensation of being pulled back suddenly came from the cave. He was being dragged by invisible hands, his anguish cries for help muffled by a great torrent of wind. His fingers dug desperately in front of him, and he was shocked to feel soil and grass in his hands.
No!
In a last futile attempt to get a brief glance at the truth, he forcibly opened his eyes only to be met with the slowly creeping darkness. He couldn't see anything anymore, and his howls echoed in his mind. However, just as the gaping maw of the cave took him back once more, he heard a sound that made his heart skipped a beat.
The unmistakable ringing of a school bell.
Lelouch vi Britannia bolted upright with a start, sweat pouring from his forehead, his heart hammering in his chest. His hands felt clammy and cold, and he could feel his lungs laboring to inhale huge amounts of oxygen. The bedsheets were soaked from perspiration, and his shirt clung to him, drenched in his sweat. For a moment, he was as still as a statue, trying to calm his racing pulse down.
He looked around the room. The curtains were drawn close, and his surroundings were dark and cold. Thunder boomed outside, with the occasional bright flashes of lightning. Rain poured like rivers, peltering the roof of the student building.
He was silent, but his mind raced as he thought. Looking at his hands, he couldn't help but wonder.
What was that dream all about?
Hello, and welcome to the first ever Code Geass and Assassination Classroom crossover. :)
The idea for this fanfic came from two reasons: 1) which is already obvious, was the fact that both Korosensei and Lelouch shares the same voice actor, and 2) and this is one is slightly debatable, was the fact that Korosensei, in his former God of Death persona, has a similar thinking and attitude to the exiled prince; cool, smart, genius, cunning, manipulative, and most of all, ruthless. It's an interesting connection I had realised after reading the manga, and thus, was the inspiration for this fic.
Now regarding the story itself, this is set post-R1 but with some slight changes in canon to fit the narrative I've planned. Basically, when Lelouch was captured by Britannia, C.C. had told the Black Knights EVERYTHING, revealing his real identity as a prince similar to Wing Alpha Zero's Code Geass Megiddo. Of course, this changes the entire story, but since this is already a crossover, I thought it's not much of a big change. Also, among other smaller things, Rolo's geass has a handicap now. It's still the same, but he can only use it for three seconds before it deactivates or else he'll suffer severe cardiac problems if he forces to keep it activated past the limit.
Oh, and this is set in an undermined point of time when Lelouch discovered Nunally's "safety" in the hands of Britannia and after he gets deppressed and all that, but before he moves the BK to China. I'm trying to stretch the timeline a bit to accomodate the changes and story, so forgive me if there will be intentional discrepancies. Also, in true Assassination Classroom, expect a GREAT dose of humor and other shenanigans. :3 But considering that this is Code Geass as well, expect tragedy and drama to compliment that. ;)
Anyway, this chapter is short and somewhat rough compared to my other works, which I had intended. Since this is the first of it's kind, I don't want to write 8k+ words and post it, only to receive barely any reviews. While that may sound harsh, I have 20 fanfics to update, I can't be bothered with updating a story that is not quite popular. If you wish, you could consider this as another test chapter of mine. :) Of course, if this became an instant hit, then I'll be posting chapter two, which will be much longer. Fortunately, I already got the broader strokes of the plot laid down, so it should be smooth sailing onwards.
Well, that's it. Please Read & Review!
Until next time!