(A/N: Ok so after reading Mirai Nikki [Future Diary's Japanese name] I found that the only way I could CONCEIVABLY do a fanfic on it would be to cross it over with Code Geass. How am I going to accomplish this you ask? Simple. With DEUS EX MACHINA…both the plot point and the character. Right then…enjoy the show folks).
Disclaimer: I don't own Mirai Nikki or Code Geass
The 38th Cause and Effect Holy Hall
Deus' servant Murumuru was busy moving larges sections of data storage in the facility, using her artificial construct Mecha-murumuru, but something was about to go horribly wrong.
As the miniature minion continued on her work, her mechanized friend suddenly had a glitch and dropped the data block it was currently holding and suddenly shut down and crashed against the hall's walls. Several holes, cracks and shallow fissures were created as a result along the floor and halls. Murumuru screamed in panic and brought up as many data banks as she could. "Ah shit!" she cursed.
"Murumuru," Deus' thundering voice roared across the dimensional space. It was not angry, more like inquisitive.
"Ah…ah…ah ah ah ah…ah…"
"What happened?" Deus asked calmly.
"I-It seems Mecha-murumuru had a glitch and so much damage was dealt to the outside reality that there have been major changes to the upcoming Survival Game," she told her boss.
"You can repair it though can't you?" Deus asked.
"I-it's not that simple," Murumuru shook her head. "It would take months…no years to fix this extent of damage."
"I see, so the game has changed. Are the first and the second ok?" Deus asked.
Murumuru checked the system, "Y-yes, they're fine. Actually half of our original choices seemed to have been preserved for the most part…ah oh no we need a new #11?"
"Fear not about #11, Mayor John Balks was not the only person to propose this game to me," Deus answered. "I shall do what I can to piece together a new set of choices. In the meantime, do what you can to get reparations started on the hall as soon as possible."
"Yes sir," Murumuru answered with a salute.
Lelouch's pov
I was getting home late as a result of saving Suzaku from being executed for a murder he didn't commit. A murder that is on my hands. Still, why couldn't he see reason instead of being such a thickheaded moron? Doesn't he realize Britannia doesn't give a damn about him?
I grumbled and ran my hand over the left side of my face. "Forget it. It isn't worth getting all excited about." I was tired by the time I reached the door to the dining room. I sighed and the door opened in response to motion sensitivity, "I'm back." I announced.
"Welcome home Lelouch," I was confused as all hell to find Nunalley sitting so nonchalantly, and making Origami, next to the green haired girl who I was pretty sure was responsible for giving me the Geass. It wasn't so much that Nunalley was sitting next to a complete stranger that bothered me so much as it was that said girl was supposed to be dead. However, I decided to play things as if everything was natural, for Nunalley's sake.
"I'm so glad, I was worried about you big brother," Nunalley said.
"I'm assuming you ate out tonight judging from your appearance," the green haired girl but a blue paper crane onto the table.
"Thank goodness," Nunalley said, "I thought maybe you'd got caught up in all the uproar caused by that man Zero. I tried calling you but you didn't answer your cellphone. I wanted to tell you Miss C.C has been waiting for you as well."
"C.C?" That was an odd name.
Nunalley giggled, "Your friend goes by such an unusual name, only her initials."
"Yeah," I responded.
"I was just wondering is C.C your girlfriend?" Nunalley asked.
Where did that come from? "Huh?"
"He made a promise about our future together," C.C glanced over towards me, "Right?"
Huh? "Huh?"
"A future together," Nunalley perked up, "you mean marriage?"
"No!" I voiced louder than I intended, but composed myself, "No, that isn't what she was talking about. It's like…uh…she's kidding around."
"No I'm not," C.C said without missing a beat or changing the inflection in her voice.
Sure, make things harder on me, great.
Nunalley started to go off on a tangent, but the only thing I could conceivably think to do right now was to get C.C one on one to find out just what the hell was going on. I don't normally take advantage of Nunalley's blindness, but in this case I had to make an exception. I picked up the teacup on the table and shattered it on the ground spilling tea everywhere.
"Oh C.C," I faux lamented, "look what you've done, you're soaking wet." I grabbed her arm and led her away from the table, "Nunnalley stay here and I'll clean that up in a second. And she was kidding before," I enforced as I pushed C.C out of the room, "Kidding. Just a dumb joke that's all."
Lelouch's bedroom
I threw C.C into the room and shut the door. "Who are you?" I asked seriously.
"She said my name," C.C referred to Nunalley. "I'm C.C"
"That's not what I meant. Why aren't you…"
"Dead?" C.C finished my sentence and sat down on my bed. I furrowed my brow. "So do you like the power I gave you?"
I knew it. "As I thought, it was you."
"Dissatisfied?" C.C asked.
"On the contrary," I told her, "I'm grateful. It allows me to speed up my schedule tremendously. It's a huge help."
"Your schedule?" she questioned.
"Yes, my schedule for eliminating Britannia," I answered "I would've had to have waited much longer before I could've made the initial move."
C.C lay down, "You believe you can destroy it simply by using that power?"
"I intended to destroy it without this power," I answered.
I whipped out my cellphone to document this. Ever since I was deported here I had been keeping record of the actions of people around me. I called it the "Chessmaster Diary" I'd have to keep updating it constantly to keep those people I intended to use as my army and C.C in check in the near future. "What will you do now?" I asked C.C as I began jotting down notes. "I'm sure the military is after you."
"Not the entire military only a small faction of it. So it should be difficult to find a hiding spot. I can make do here," I heard clothes being unzipped and flung off. I put my phone down for a second to see C.C crawling into my bed.
"What? You expect to stay here?" I questioned, irritated.
"A gentleman would sleep on the floor," she pulled the covers up over her mouth.
"Don't joke around," I said gravely.
"My being caught would cause trouble for you too," C.C informed.
I approached my bed, "It's dangerous to stay together." I put one knee on the bed and loomed over C.C.
"If I wander the streets they'll find me," she told me.
I scowled and kept a strict tone of voice, "This isn't about you. It's my situation."
C.C turned over, "I hate stubbornness."
I huffed and got up away from her and sat against the edge of the bed, "You sure take things casually don't you? How did you manage to survive before this? What did you do before now? And what's the deal with that so called contract you spoke o—"
"Goodnight Lelouch!" What was she getting irritated for?
I sighed. Whatever. I flipped back open my phone and started taking down my daily notes to plan out for tomorrow. As I glanced up momentarily I saw a small brown skinned girl with long lilac hair, a sleeveless pink shirt and baggy leggings that didn't properly cover her undergarments, small little black boots, and a…devil's tail, sitting on my desk chair, or rather leaning over the back of it. "And who are you supposed to be?" I asked, "Her foreign cousin?" I referred to C.C.
She made a buzzer noise, "Nope. I'm not related to her at all."
I stood up and strolled over to her. "Then who are you and how did you get in here?" I opened the window slightly, "You'd better answer quickly," I said with a smirk, "It's a pretty steep drop out a two story window and there's a nice breeze tonight."
"Oh I got here because of Deus Ex Machina," she said.
"The…manga plot device?" I was confused.
"No silly," she said jumping off my chair and onto the floor, "I mean Deus Ex Machina the god of time and space who lives in the 38th Cause and Effect Holy Hall. I'm his servant. My name's Murumuru."
I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, did Milly spike my drink at today's meeting with something that I'm not aware of?
"I know you're probably skeptical, but I come with a gift from Deus," she said.
"A gift?" I questioned.
She extended your hand out, "Gimme your phone."
I pulled it back, "What's the magic word?" I asked with a sly grin.
She gave me a big, toothy smile, "Please."
"Sure, here you go," I handed it to her. She hit a few buttons. I felt a weird pulse and I felt a little dizzy. Now I know Milly spiked my drink.
The little girl handed my phone back to me, "Here you go." I stopped feeling dizzy the moment my phone got back in my hand. I was surprised when I suddenly found tons of entries over the next few days of things I couldn't possibly know.
"Wh-what is this?"
"Lelouch Vi Britannia, you have been selected as the holder of a Future Diary," Murmuru said to me.
"Future diary?" I questioned. I scrolled through a bunch of information and smirked as I read it detailed all my plans for the upcoming battle tomorrow and how I would carry them out. It even detailed Nunalley's every move.
"That diary is a present from Deus-sama, you can use it to see the future for up to ninety days," Murumuru told me.
Whether this is a hallucinogen trip or not it's rather amusing nonetheless, "And why would such a mighty and powerful god grant me such a useful gift?" I asked.
"It's part of a game," Murumuru answered with a wink.
"A game…right," I smiled. I stretched and yawned. "Well I may as well call it a night."
"Okie dokie," Murumuru smiled "And remember. You can see Deus or me just by going to sleep and imagining us. See you later." She faded away.
I closed out of my diary and went to my memo section.
Note to self, I typed in, Never leave an unclosed drink unattended around the club president again. I closed my phone shut, put it down next to my computer, lay on the floor and went to sleep.
The Next Morning
I woke up the next morning and opened up my computer and then checked my phone. My eyes widened when I saw my diary. All of what happened last night…there's no way it could be real…could it? Impossible. It has to be. I shook my head quickly. Calm down Lelouch, think this through. Remember one instance is a coincidence, two is a pattern, three is undeniable proof. I looked at the time. Let's see here 9:45am. I looked at the next three diary entries. 9:47a.m Shirley sends me a random text message about ignoring her phone call when I was on my ride over to liberate Suzaku. I delete it. 9:50a.m C.C wakes up and starts to grill me with questions. 9:53a.m put on jacket and headed down outside. I smirked, Ok then, let's see how accurate this is.
I put my feet up on my desk and looked at my phone and waited two full minutes. Sure enough at 9:47 on the dot I got a text from Shirley. I promptly deleted it. Even if I had wanted to defy what was written I had no intention of giving her an explanation. I really didn't need to provide one. She'd hate me later, but it was for her own good. I took another look at my watch and waited. At 9:50, just as predicted, C.C. woke up and started asking me things. I ignored her up until I could stand it no longer and looked in her direction. "Well?" she asked.
"You know for someone who doesn't answer questions, you sure ask a lot of them," I responded bitterly.
"If you don't want to answer my questions you don't have to, just as I don't," she responded.
She makes a valid point, but still…ah what the hell? I decided to answer her latest question about Jeremiah and Orange. "There is no orange it's something I made up," I told her, "but the more they claim to be comrades of like-mind the easy it is to divide them with the thorns of suspicion." Our chat continued for a little while longer and I started putting my uniform top on in the middle of it and packed up my laptop. Our conversation ended before I reached the door knob, but the moment I shut the door I looked at my watch 9:53. "Well all right then," I said with a sly grin, "You've given me a useful tool Deus, whoever you are." I headed on out taking my laptop with me.
A few hours later…
History Class
This had better be important, I thought to myself as drifted into a subconscious nap. I know I sleep in class on a regular basis, but a place as important as the 38th Cause and Effect Holy Hall seems kind of important. I don't think I'd be easily awoken. I was still a little perturbed about that odd text message though. It said the sender was Deus. It also said he'd give us a briefing on this game that Murumuru was going on and on about the night before. When I arrived I noticed that my platform station was marked #8. While there were two platforms in relatively close proximity to me the frames of the two people were mere silhouettes. To my right was a rather tall buxom woman in a hoop skirt. To my left was a woman wearing with pigtails and wearing a dress. There were many other frames out there, but what struck me as most unusual was the large, ancient looking figure in the center. "Are you, Deus?" I asked him.
"I am," he responded. I took a look around. Furthest to my left was a figure with a circular that had a really big head and lanky arms. He was hunched over. To that ambiguous figure's left was a tall man with short hair and a collar that made him appear to possibly one of the Britannian higher ups. To that man's left was a man wearing what appeared to be earmuffs and goggles, but I could just barely make them out. To the right of the woman on my right was a younger girl, who looked about Nunnally's age as far as height went, with long hair so long that it trailed onto the floor. Her hair covered one of her eyes. To that girl's right was a tall man with broad shoulders in a hairstyle that kind of reminded me of the olden 17th century powdered wigs. No there's no way in hell it's him. I shook the idea of what I was thinking and laughed. To that man's right was a woman with a fairy-curl hairstyle mixed with an ox-horn hairstyle. To her right was an empty platform. To his right was a young girl wearing a veil over her face. The spot next to her was empty.
"Ah so the 8th finally arrives," The man three platforms to my left said.
"He looks rather scrawny," the girl two platforms to my right said, "I wonder if he'll be able to last quite long."
"Appearances can be deceiving," the figure all the way to my left, which I could now identify as male, stated.
"Yes, just look at the 1st," the woman to my right said, "he's merely a child and yet he managed to overturn what should've been his untimely demise by the 3rd."
"A sharp mind does not a warrior make, nor does the converse hold true," the man three platforms to my left said, "but it does help. If I had been his opponent though, he would've never escaped."
Suddenly a figure rose out from the platform that was empty. It took the form of a small kid with a mop top hair and a scarf. "Oh right on cue," the woman to my left said, "We were just talking about you."
"Indeed," Deus thundered, "If any of you are wondering about the inability to see one another I have arranged it as such myself."
Makes sense for someone who's supposedly god.
"Now that everyone is here," Deus rose to his feet, "Let me brief you all on the survival game. The diary you hold in your hands is a 'Future Diary'. Originally it was just a normal diary, but by bending the time it has become a diary which tells the future of around ninety days. In other words you are able to learn your own future. Also those diaries come with a heavy weakness. If they are broken then so is your future. In other words you will die."
So, the diary is like an achilees heel at the same time that it's a powerful tool. How very interesting, I thought to myself
"But if the 1st was able to overturn an untimely demise it sounds like the future can change," the 7th said. I decided I'd start calling people by their respective numbers. If I was the 8th and the kid all the way to my right was the 1st then it was simple arithmetic of which way the numbers went.
"Quite right," Deus said, "Why don't we take that text message the 8th received earlier this morning as an example? He deleted it just as the diary had predicted, but if he had done something else with it, for example say, reply to the message, the contents of his diary would've changed and be arranged according to his new future," Deus told me.
"Ah so that's why my contents changed when I decided to have pancakes this morning for breakfast this morning as opposed to cold cereal," the 4th spoke.
"Yes indeed," Deus rapped his fingers together.
"Wait a second!" The first raised his hand, "Mine changed even though I didn't do anything all of a sudden a message came up that said I was going to be killed by the 3rd."
"1st," Deus spoke, "The reason it happened is because this is a survivor game. What happened to you is a little part of the game I like to call "DEAD END Prophecy. When a diary holder is certain to be killed by another 'the declaration of death' will first show up in the diary. This means death even if the future is changed. In other words it's supposed to be a checkmate solution."
"So what you're saying is he shouldn't have survived that encounter," I said, "How very interesting."
"Yes," the 11th agreed with me, "To be able to out maneuver a checkmate solution is impossible the fact that he made the impossible possible will truly make him a worthy opponent."
"So let me see if I have the rules straight," the girl two platforms to my right said, "We need to kill the other diary holders, but how can we do that if we don't know their faces?"
"You will have to rely on your diary to gather information," Deus stated.
"Isn't the deck stacked in favor then for those who have vast intelligence networks?" the 12th asked.
"Only if you plan a head on assault," I said, "If your plan is to stay hidden and let the competition off each other while you go about your business normally and slip under the radar you'll be fine."
"Bah, that is a strategy for cowards," the 5th boasted.
The 10th clapped his hands enthusiastically, "It's of no matter to me, I've already learned all your identities in the short time we've been here, for I am a mind reader."
Is that guy serious or just trying to intimidate us all? I wondered.
"Bull shit!" the 9th called his bluff.
"Think what you will," the 10th laughed.
"Hmph," Deus stated, "Even with that said, when you identity is revealed the DEAD END flag will be raised on you. When that happens, you have a very slim chance of winning." He pointed straight at the 1st, "you should've died that time. What's more is that you even managed to turn the tide around. You can say it's truly an extraordinary miracle. It makes me wonder if you are the most suitable to become my successor."
So he's god's favorite is he? I questioned.
"The last person standing wins the survivor game," Deus announced, "The winner will become my successor and inherit the power I control over time and space 'the throne of god'. Will you live or die? Kill before you are killed and obtain the throne of god! You eleven remaining candidates!"
"Logically then," I stated,
"The biggest obstacle would be," the 12th continued.
"The 1st," the 11th finished.
"You will be one of my first targets," the 10th added.
The 6th chuckled darkly, "I saw that just now, you are afraid 1st. You are a coward."
"And cowards use cowards tactics as the saying goes," I laughed. The 4th turned to say something to the 1st, but I couldn't hear her, she said it too softly.
"Now then," Deus said, "Dismissed!"
There was a bright flash of light and we were all warped out of Deus' hall. When I came to, class was just ending. Good I didn't miss anything. I walked out into the hallway and accidentally bumped into a kid who was probably one of the middle school students.
"Ah, sorry," he turned around. I took notice of the scarf around his neck and the nature of his hairstyle.
I wonder is he…
"Yuki-kun!" I heard a voice call from behind to the kid in front of me. It was a girl with long pink hair and crimson colored eyes. She latched onto the kid's arm like a worm on a hook. "Don't walk off without me like that," She told him, "Now come on we have P.E class."
That girl…are they both diary holders…I wonder.
I felt someone put a hand on my shoulder it was Milly. "What are you looking at?"
"Oh nothing Milly," no wait, I could easily get information without resorting to my Geass on them. "Actually I'd like to check the student records. I'd like for both the key and the password to the private records."
"Now Lelouch, you and I may be old friends, but even I can't trust you with something that sacred. It's against school policy," Milly told me.
"Oh I'm sorry," I pretended to apologize, "Allow me to amend my statement," I used my Geass, "You will give me the key and the password to the private records
"Sure Lelouch," Milly handed me a key, "The password is ashfordapples42."
Why does that not surprise me? I questioned to myself. I took the key and went for the records room and locked the door behind me. I spun the key around my finger. The stage is set and the curtain is up. I thought my Geass was enough, but now I can inherit the power of god. And all I have to do is take down 10 hapless saps to do it. This'll be a piece of cake, I sat down in front of the computer and logged in, with my superior intellect and Chessmaster diary. No one can stop me. I hit the enter button to view the list of middle school students. No one.
To be continued…
(A/N: So this is my newest project. What do you think so far folks? I hope it's a good idea. I thought it was. For those of you who think you might know who the other diary holders are see if you can try and determine which Code Geass characters are diary holders try and guess and see if your right. Anyway, I need to go to bed. Night folks)