Code Geass: The Seed of Freedom
Stage 02: Strike towards Freedom
"Anything you must do... do with elegance." –Treize Kushrinada, Gundam Wing
Lelouch could feel his legs burning as he ran, not even looking over his shoulder to see if the soldiers were following him. His mind was in an uproar, the sound of a gunshot still ringing in his eyes, and the image of his friend Suzaku falling to the ground replaying over and over right before him. He just didn't understand it, why did this have to happen?!
After taking a look over his shoulder, he saw that none of the soldiers had pursued him after the truck's driver area had exploded. He doubted he could get farther away now anyway, his body felt so heavy, mostly because of who was on his back. It was the girl with the green hair, her arms hanging limply over his shoulders while her chest was set against his back, falling and rising at a steady pace, Lelouch's arms hooked around her legs.
This girl... she was the reason why Suzaku was dead, wasn't she? So why did he help her get out of there? Why was she even inside of that thing to begin with? Why were Britannian soldiers after her? And what in the hell was that mark on her forehead? It looked like some kind of bird-like sigil, shaped like how one would perceive a bird in the distance.
"Suzaku..." Lelouch muttered under his breath as he moved carefully through the tunnel, stopping every now and then and listening for sounds. Unlike most people, he hearing was far better than normal, but there were times when he had to truly open up his senses and look at the world from a whole other perspective. Lelouch had no idea why he was like this, even when he was young, he could see, hear, and feel things differently from normal people, and at a young age, he was already strong. In fact, he had managed to defeat his mother's bodyguard, Jeremiah he believed his name was, in a mock match. Nunnally was impressed by his skills, and even his father had said how amazed by his abilities, claiming him to be the perfection of Britannian nobility.
Sometimes he still wondered what went on in his father's head when he banished them. He had accused his own father of allowing his mother to die, and upon hearing him say it was the price of being one of those with power, he had outright told to all those standing around them that he relinquished all rights to the throne. The result was natural, he supposed, for acting like that. However, to banish them both, and send them away as mere political hostages? That was simply going too far.
Back to reality, Lelouch heard the occasional explosions and screams of the people living in the ghettos, something he felt horrible for, but beyond that, he heard nothing. Thinking it was safe to go on, he moved forward toward the exit near the next station. It was a few minutes away from him, and it would connect up towards the surface. The downside is that it would lead him into enemy territory, smack dab in the center of the ghetto. If he could manage to convince the military to help him-
"No, I can't do that!" Lelouch shook his head, recalling what had happened with Suzaku. "If I do, then they'll..." He gritted his teeth harshly, his grip along the girl's clothing tightening. "Dammit, why are they so twisted?!"
With that, Lelouch regained his running speed, heading straight for the exit. He hadn't even realized that the girl was awake, her eyes focused on him with a strange smile on her face beneath the mask over the lower half of her face.
'So, you're the one... Marianne's labor paid off, has it?'
~~~Strike towards Freedom~~~
[System Upload Complete]
[All Primary Functions Green]
[Secondary Systems Green]
[Main Interface Now Processing]
[Activating YAMATO directive]
~~~Strike towards Freedom~~~
Once Lelouch reached a nearby exit, he gently lay the girl down and climbed up the staircase. "Wait here," he whispered, receiving a nod in response. He poked his head out a little, only to duck back down and his jaw clenched tightly like a vice, gunshots ringing in his ears. After the shots came to an end, a thud was followed.
They had just shot down an innocent man...
"All we found here are Elevens, sir" a familiar voice said to their superior. He recognized it as one of the Royal Guard from earlier, one of the people that shot Suzaku. Lelouch's fists clenched tightly, wondering how they could so easily take a life like that. How is that they could kill, despite knowing what it would bring to the world?
The captain scowled, glaring at the sight. "Are you sure that this is where the tunnel leads?" he practically demanded the answer. He received a nod in response. "Yes, this is the only exit." Lelouch breathed a silent sigh of relief when he heard footsteps beginning to draw away from them, however his eyes became large when he heard loud, sobbing cries. It was the sound of a baby. No, they wouldn't... There was no way they could-
The cries were silences with bullets.
'H-how could you people...?' Lelouch thought in sheer horror, gripping his mouth tightly. How far was Britannia willing to go in order to satisfy its wants and desires? How many people would they take from their loved ones? 'How much longer must this hellish existence continue?!' the former prince thought, banging his fist against the wall beside him. 'Damn them... Why can't they see that all of this is meaningless?!'
Just as the footsteps of the soldiers began to fade, a loud beeping sound echoed within the warehouse. Lelouch's eyes widened he looked down at his pocket to see his cell ringing.
Of all the times-!
"Well, it seems we found ourselves a little cockroach..."
~~~Strike towards Freedom~~~
Shirley frowned when she heard the phone beep for a while, trying to connect to Lelouch's phone until it had suddenly gone dead. She removed it from her ear and looked at the screen, and then huffed her cheeks in annoyance. "That jerk! He hung up on me!"
~~~Strike towards Freedom~~~
Lelouch gasped in pain as he was tossed against the rotting metal wall behind him, bruises aching over his body. "You've certainly given us a hard time, little brat." The captain of the guard said, impressed by Lelouch's attempts to escape. "Then again, it's to be expected. You're a Britannian."
Lelouch scowled, glaring at the group in seething hatred. "How far will you monsters go just to satisfy that greed of yours?!" he screamed out. "They're innocent people! They all have a family waiting for them! And yet, you bastards...!"
"Oh?" the captain mocked. "Don't tell me you're one of those humanitarians that believes Numbers are equal to us Britannians? How idealistically naive. The strong shall devour the weak! That is the fundamental law of Britannia! We fight, we compete, and we kill any that try to oppose us! In the words of our glorious Emperor, evolution is continuous!"
"And you pick fights for no reason!" Lelouch shot back angrily. "Japan did nothing to earn this! What did they do to deserve this sort of punishment?! What did they do to have their rights taken from them?!" His hands balled into fists, and his body shook uncontrollably. "If this... if this is how my country truly is..." He lifted his head up, his purple eyes glaring hard back at them. "Then I would rather die than live in this god-forsaken world."
The captain grinned, taking aim at the boy's forehead. "In that case, consider your future forfeit." Lelouch did not move, glaring back to the very end. He never expected the woman to move in front of him, her arms stretched out. "HE MUSN'T DIE!" she shouted as the man squeezed the trigger.
The gun went off, and the bullet struck her forehead, allowing the bangs to part and reveal a strange mark upon her skin. Her body lurched back before falling to the ground, golden eyes closed for eternity. Lelouch's faced paled, unable to stand what he had just seen. "Y-you shot her!"
The captain, having been given orders to retrieve her, scoffed with a shake of his head. "Our orders were to retrieve her, alive if at all possible. How about this? We found the terrorist's hideout and killed every last one of them. By the time we arrived, the female hostage had already been tortured to death. What do you think, school boy?"
Lelouch didn't answer, his body crouched over the woman's. His eyes were blurry and wet, staring at her beautiful, and lifeless form. 'I-is this... how it all ends?' he thought, memories from seven years ago once again surfacing. 'I haven't had a chance to do a single thing with my life.. and yet... I'm going to die here? Oh, Nunnally...!'
Just then, the woman grabbed his hand. In that single instant, everything had shattered, and the world was tumbling upside down. Colors faded from his form, leaving black and white with only blue and streams of light.
You don't want it to end here, do you?
Lelouch's eyes widened as blue streams wrapped around his wrists and ankles, pulling him away from reality. "W-what?"
You appear to have a reason... a reason to live.
"The girl?" He felt his body splitting away and vanishing, reappearing in a white void and then disappearing, as if he were but a phantom. "But... that's impossible!"
If you had power, could you live?
His purple irises flashed for a second, shifting to a bright azure color. "Power?"
I propose a deal: in exchange for the Power of the King, you must grant my one wish. Should you accept this power, you will live unlike any other.
Images flashed by in his head: children in white robes with the same mark as the girl on their forehead, a sketch of a symbol burned into a stone wall, and Jupiter floating in the black sky known as space.
While you exist in a world of humans, you'll live in a different providence, a different time... a different life.
Lelouch felt his body falling through a blue tunnel, streams of light circling around him while it shifted colors rapidly, bright golden lights as small as golf balls expanding in front of him.
Be warned, for if you accept this Geass, you shall forever be sentenced to a life of eternal solitude.
Once his body fell through the light, the scene changed. He stood atop a platform, a sky befitting the time of dusk around him while several men in robes stood beside a giant in the middle, his cap reaching down to the floor. "A convergence with the Ragnarok Connection?" the giant bellowed in a voice Lelouch could never forget. "So the legend is beginning once again?"
What shall your decision be, Lelouch Vi Britannia?
The world shattered before him, and all that filled Lelouch was determination. As the world is, no one would change it. It would remain stagnant and decaying, slowly becoming a corpse. Who would change it? Who would have the power to fight the system? That was just it, there was no one! Who was willing to gain the power necessary to erase the hellish existence sentenced upon this world? Lelouch... if he accepted this power... he could do it. He could change the world! He could finally make the world Nunnally wanted a reality! "Very well!" he yelled as the cogs around him began to turn. "I accept the terms of your contract!"
And with that, the mark of Geass burned within his left eye, purple eyes writhing with strength. However, that rich purple shade soon changed to a brilliant azure color, and both eyes carried the sigil that resembled a bird captured in mid-flight, it's wings curled around the pupil.
~~~Strike towards Freedom~~~
The soldier expected the bullet he fired to kill the student. He expected the kid to fall to the ground, a bullet in his head and blood leaking from the wound. He expected the kid to be as dead as a doornail.
The soldier didn't expect him to move so quickly it was almost like a black blur. The bullet didn't even touch his skin, and slammed into the ground. The boy slowly stood, a hand covering his face. The soldier glared at the boy in rage. "Hmph, still have some fight left in you, kid?" he hissed. "Well, it doesn't matter, because in a few moments, you will be-"
He stopped dead when the boy removed his hand from his face, revealing both of his eyes with the mark he was told was on the girl. Red birds in mid-flight with curled wings were placed on azure blue eyes. "W-what the?!" The boy didn't say anything, in fact his face held no emotion whatsoever as he dashed forward with almost inhuman speed. He was right in front of the captain when he delivered a hard strike to his face, knocking him back and the gun falling from his hand.
The strength behind the strike was insane, for the captain was knocked out. The other guards were bewildered, having never such speed before until they regained their senses and aimed their rifles at him. However, before any shots could be fired, the boy charged forward and rammed his knee into one of the four's stomach's. The soldier grunted, the rifle falling from his hands before he found his head gripped tightly. A knee collided with his face, shattering his nose. He staggered back, holding his now bleeding schnozzle before he found a leg slamming into his head, knocking him out and sending him to the floor.
"Y-you bastard!" the soldiers screamed, shooting their rifles. The boy effortlessly evaded the bullets without a sway, grabbing one of the soldier's faces and ramming him into a large slab of debris. The force behind the thrust of his hand knocked him out, but the pain was enough to cause his skull to throb.
The remaining two guards were about to fire again, but the boy jumped, bouncing off the floor and landed behind them. He grabbed one of the guard's by the collar, pulling him back and granting him a hard left hook. The sounds of bones breaking echoed loudly before the student ducked beneath a swipe of the rifle from the second guard, his head colliding with the man's chin. The head butt was enough to send him to the floor in a daze, allowing him to grab the other soldier by the hair and slam his fist. The man was knocked out instantly.
The soldier groaned, holding his head and wondering what just happened before he saw a foot slam into his face, and forcing him back down. His groans were silenced once unconsciousness took him.
~~~Strike towards Freedom~~~
[System Updates Completed]
[YAMATO Directive Fully Uploaded]
[Coordinator Signature Acquired]
[DRAGOON System Now Active]
[Activating Main System Operations]
~~~Strike towards Freedom~~~
When Lelouch finally returned to reality, the royal guard, all of them knocked out, surrounded him. "W-what the...?" he started, unsure of what happened before he felt his left eye burning slightly, yet he felt no flames. "That's right... that power... Geass, wasn't it?" Since that little dreamland trip he took, he saw images of people obeying him without question, and two words echoing in his head. "Absolute Obedience, huh... Robbing people of their free will, something fitting a prince of Britannia..."
A dark, yet gloomy smile creeped on his face. "How disgusting."
Just after he spoke those words, the ground beneath him shook, nearly sending him to the floor. "W-whoa!" he cried, trying to keep his balance before something cracked behind him and crumbled away, leaving behind dark gray smoke. Whirling around, he saw something residing within the smoke, it's eyes burning green. As it began to clear, he could see steel white limbs, and large blue fins that stuck to its back like wings. "W-what in the hell?"
In front of him... was the white Knightmareframe from within the truck. Had there been someone inside of it? If so, then why wait until now? As if responding to his thoughts, the chest unit began to open up, revealing the interior of a cockpit. "There's... no one inside?"
Just as he said, there wasn't anyone inside of the machine. The seat was empty, and yet the controls looked poised, as if waiting for someone to enter it. Lelouch's eyes widened in realization. "Are you... telling me to get inside?" The machine's eyes flashed, as if giving him an answer. A stirrup slowly descended down from the chest, and placed itself where one could place their foot at this level. Lelouch was hesitant at first, but swallowed the lump in his throat and placed his foot on the stirrup. The wire elevated him up to where the cockpit awaited. It was large enough for at least one person. Lelouch gingerly stepped inside, and placed himself at the seat. The hatch closed, and the screens in front of him lit up, several phrases and words lighting themselves up.
However, it was six words that caught his attention, specifically how their first initials lined up to form a single word. "G-U-N-D-A-M... Gundam? Is that the name of this Knightmare?" Lelouch wondered aloud before the machine began to whir to life. "I wish I knew how to operate this thing, but, if I can put an end to all of this fighting..." His eyes flashed bright azure for a moment before a serious expression appeared on his face. In front of him were two words written in blue, and though it was the first time seeing them, he couldn't help but engrave them in his mind.
And with that, he couldn't help but say, "Strike Freedom, heading out!"
~~~Strike towards Freedom~~~
"Having a bad day, are we?"
Suzaku's eyes snapped open instantly, meeting the gaze of a man that looked like the whole world was a playground. "Looks like you missed your chance to go to heaven, Private Kururugi," the man said in a jovial tone, wearing a white lab coat and glasses, his light blue hair messy yet combed all at the same time. Beside him was a woman dressed in a formal military getup, a green armband on her bicep. She was holding something in a piece of cloth.
"W-where are we...?" Suzaku managed to breathe out, lifting himself up. He had apparently been stripped down to only his pants. Bandages were wrapped around his upper torso, especially in the ribs. The man leaned back, slipping his hands into the coat pockets. "Ah, we're still in the Shinjuku Ghetto, I'm afraid."
The woman smiled slightly as she handed what she was holding over to him. "This was what saved your life. You were lucky it was underneath your protective suit." Suzaku's eyes widened as he gingerly took the shattered pocket watch that once belonged to the late Genbu Kururugi from her grasp. How ironic that something that once belonged to the man he killed was what saved his pathetic life... "You Elevens believe that gods exist in every-day objects, don't you?" the man said with a slight smile. "I suppose this one-"
"Wait, where's Lelouch-" Suzaku cut the man off, but trailed off before realizing what it would mean if he fully stated his friend's name. Britannia had casted them out from their arms, and sentenced them to death when they began the war. If Britannia learned that he was still alive, there was little doubt that they would use them as tools. Also, Lelouch himself stated that he didn't want to return to a country where his sister would be sought as nothing but political use. The memory of when they parted was still fresh in his mind.
"I swear... I swear, Suzaku, so help me... One day, I will..."
Suzaku winced at that memory. He could tell that Lelouch had mellowed out since then, but he still despised Britannia for what it had done. It was because of that reason that he chose to join the military and become an Honorary Britannian, despite the vehement protests of his family. He had to change the system for the better, so that Lelouch and Nunnally wouldn't have to live in a hellish country when the time came when they would return. "...How's the situation?" he chose to ask instead of asking about Lelouch.
"A bit grim, I'm afraid." the jovial man said with a shrug of his shoulders. "The poison gas was released. Reports of massive Eleven casualties are flooding in." Suzaku's eyes fell to the ground. Poison gas, his ass. There wasn't poison gas at all, this was just a cover-up for a mistake they had made. Still, why was a girl inside of a gas capsule?
"Right now, the G-1 base is probably among the safest places you could be right about now," the woman said sadly before the man developed a large grin on his face. "By any chance, Private Kururugi... are you familiar with piloting a Knightmare?"
Suzaku's eyes widened instantly as the scientist held up what looked like the ignition drive of a Knightmare Frame, albeit different in design. The pilots of Knightmares were known by two names: Devicers and Knights, the reason being because it was a privilege for those with high ranking status to pilot such machines of mass destruction. However, there was one rule among that honor: No Number, under any circumstances, shall be given the title of Knight. "B-but there's no way someone like me would be made a knight!" he tried to protest, but the man's grin only broadened.
"Well, supposing you could..." the scientist drawled out. Suzaku stared at the man before letting out a sigh. To be perfectly honest... he always wondered what piloting a Knightmare was like. "I received a perfect score in the simulator, but I'm sure the real thing is-"
"CONGRATULATIONS!" Suzaku jumped when the man's voice increased several octaves. "You're the lucky bastard that gets to pilot the only Knightmare of it's kind! Once you get inside that bad boy, everything will change! Both you, and you're world!"
"Whether you want it to or not." the woman said before smiling brightly. "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Cecile Croomy, and this is my boss, Lloyd Asplund. It's a pleasure to be working with you, Suzaku."
Suzaku wasn't sure why, but for some odd reason, he felt as if he had just signed a deal with the devil.
~~~Strike towards Freedom~~~
"THOSE GOD DAMN BRITANNIANS!"
Kallen screamed through clenched teeth, tears falling from her face as a pair of slash harkens emerged from her Glasgow, crashing through the underground pipes and piercing through the tank's hull. Once they retracted, Kallen looked to her right to see an oncoming copter with missiles aimed, only for them to be blown to bits by her Glasgow as well. "Kallen, are you alright?!" the voice of Kaname Ohgi asked her over the comm-link.
"I'm fine, Ohgi!" Kallen shouted back, grief and anger evident. She knew how corrupted and evil Britannia was, but a massacre of an entire city simply because they stole something? "Don't worry about me! What about you?! Where are you at?!"
"They have us pin down here!" Ohgi told her, explosions in the background. "We can't reach Yoshida from here! It doesn't help matters with the fact that they've got a Knightmare here!"
Kallen's eyes widened in fear, and instantly operated the Glasgow into overdrive. "Wait there!" She couldn't afford to lose anyone else. She had already lost her brother, and she'd be damned if she lost one of the only family she had left in this world. "I'll come get you-!"
She was cut-off by the sound of gunfire slamming into her Knightmare, along with the sound of a rather obnoxious, familiar voice. "Well, if it isn't our Glasgow friend!" the Britannian said in glee before Kallen booked it out of there, ducking into a nearby alleyway and dashing past a narrow building. Kallen growled deeply as she whirled around in time to evade a slash harken and fired off one of her own, however it was deflected by a second Sutherland's Stun Tonfa.
"Dammit, at this rate...!" Kallen hissed through clenched teeth before noticing the status of her energy filler. Her eyes widened, and despair began to sink in. "Only thirty minutes left?!" She hung her head low, and the grip on the controls tightened. Dammit, at this rate...!
"The west entrance!"
Kallen's eyes snapped towards the communicator on her dashboard. The voice was not one she recognized. It was male, and considerably young.
"Use the tracks, and head towards the west entrance! If you can get there, I can take them out!" the voice told her. Despite the slight panic located in his tone, she could tell that he was serious. However, that still did not mean she could trust him. "Who is this?!" she demanded. "How did you get this code?!"
"That doesn't matter right now!" the voice shot back. "If you want everyone to live, please! Trust me!"
Live...
Kallen didn't know why, but she felt as if she could trust them with that. She pushed the Glasgow to the limit, forcing it forward and leaping unto the tracks. The land spinners grinded against the rails, sparks flying behind her. The two Sutherlands followed close behind her, their rifles ready to bring her down. "Okay, what am I supposed to do now?" she quickly asked the voice before she noticed a cargo train speeding towards her.
Behind her, the Britannian sniggered. "Simple-minded Eleven! The hunt is no fun if all you ever do is run!" he jeered, but Kallen ignored him and continued her advance. The voice chimed in just in time too. "Jump on the train! Quickly!"
Kallen did as she was told, and the Glasgow leaped. It bounced off the front car, and dashed over to the other side. The first Sutherland stopped the train in ins path, its progress halted for the time being. "Well, if you want to play it like that..." The head turned to its ally behind it. "You, go after the Glasgow!"
The Sutherland obeyed, and jumped. Kallen expected it to give chase, but to her surprise, she found that it had been repelled, its lower torso cut clean off. Her eyes widened when she saw what could only be described as a white angel with blue wings standing in front of her. 'That has got to be the biggest Knightmare I've ever seen!' she thought in amazement. With the exception of its hands and torso, it was primarily colored white with black metal hands and a black chest unit with red and blue and green marks over it. It bore a Pharaoh like face, a crimson chin at the bottom with two golden 'v's atop its forehead, followed by two glowing eyes. It's back bore blue panels that stretched out like wings, and in one hand was a beam of light, wielded in the form of a blade. In the other was a white rifle.
"W-what in the hell?!" the Britannian cried in shock. "Who are you?!"
Kallen didn't expect him to answer, but the pilot, whose voice was identical to the one on the radio, snarled back in malevolence. "Enough of this pointless fighting already!" the Devicer shouted as the machine shot forward with incredible speed. It took Kallen a moment to realize that the machine was, quite literally, flying. What kind of Knightmare was that? "What did these people do to deserve this?!"
The Sutherland jumped back, but it had lost its forearm to the blade. Steam flowed from it's missing metal limb, but still it remained defiant. "Pointless fighting? Don't make me laugh!" the Britannian cackled. "They're nothing but filthy Elevens! They stole poison gas! Do you even know what they would do with that?!"
"And it was you bastards who made the poison gas who made it!" the pilot screamed back, not even bothered by the fact that the Sutherland aimed its rifle at him. "You people do nothing but kill and take whatever is in front of you! You start fights for no reason, when those you attack have done nothing wrong! And by the way! They're not Elevens, and they are not Japanese! They're human goddammit!"
Kallen's eyes widened at that. Not Japanese, and not Eleven, but human... She had never thought of it that way before. As if wanting to increase her shock, the Sutherland opened fire, but the white giant raised it's left arm over it, a white panel sliding back to reveal a green transparent shield. 'W-what in the?! It can deflect bullets too?!' she thought in shock, seeing the bullets being repelled. The Devicer within the Sutherland was shocked as well, but he quickly recovered as the machine charged forward again with the intent of cutting him down.
The Britannian did the smart thing, and eject before it got any closer. The cockpit shot out from the purple machine, allowing it to fall back. The white giant stopped, and the beam saber vanished, receding into the white hilt. It placed it on its hip before it turned to the still-stunned Kallen. "Are you okay?" he asked.
Kallen snapped out of it, and nodded. "Y-yeah, thank you..." she said before she noticed a group of people coming up from behind. Relief washed over her. "Ohgi!"
"Kallen, you okay-Whoa, what in the hell is that?!" Ohgi stopped in his tracks once he saw the Knightmare's huge frame. "It's gigantic!" Before anything could be done, Kallen explained everything to them, about how he managed to contact her and saved her from the Britannians. They all visibly relaxed, with the exception of Tamaki. She understood, of course. He was the hard-headed one, the one that always suspected and never trusted until given a reason to do so.
"I don't like this guy!" the red-haired man stated stubbornly, glaring at the machine despite the fact that it could stomp him. "If he wants me to trust him, then he should show his face to us!"
"Tamaki, the guy saved Kallen!" Inoue said sternly, glaring back at him. "Isn't that enough reason to trust him?" Tamaki still didn't budge. Sugiyama sighed, shaking his and looking at the white giant apologetically. "Sorry about him. You don't have to-"
"No, it's okay..." the boy responded. "Besides... I want you people to trust me. Just... please, don't try to shoot me, alright?" Kallen frowned as her Glasgow stepped down from the train and the hatch sliding open, however she soon understood why as the chest unit hissed and slid open.
Stepping out and leaping down to the ground was a youth with raven black hair and beautiful purple eyes, bearing fair skin and a sheepish expression, along with a grimace of worry. There were two things that surprised Kallen, the first being that he was Britannian and not Japanese like she had originally thought. The second thing that surprised her was his clothing: it was a black uniform with gold trims. She had a uniform similar to it, but different because of her gender. It was an Ashford Academy uniform, meaning he was a student, just like her.
Instantly, faster than she could blink, Tamaki rushed forward and grabbed the boy by the collar. "What the hell is a goddamn Britannian doing here?!" he screamed, but the boy didn't budge. A guilt look flashed over his eyes, and yet he made no attempt to dislodge the man. Kallen's eyes widened in fright as Tamaki reached for his gun, but was stopped by Ohgi. "Tamaki, that is enough! I do agree it's strange he's Britannian, and a student like Kallen, but he saved her life, didn't he?!"
"Bullshit! The bastard is probably in on this massacre!" Tamaki snarled back. If looks could kill, the black-haired boy would be dead a hundred times over. "Him and his kind don't belong here! Did you forget what these bastards did to Naoto and everyone else here in Japan, even after the war was over?!"
Kallen winced, recalling every detail. The early days of Area 11 were probably the closest thing you could get to being in Hell, the discrimination harsh, even more so than it was today, and the ghettos in a much more decayed state than they were already. Honorary Britannians had it easy, but she didn't blame them for wanting that life. They had families to look after, mouths to feed, and lives to protect. A job they could hold down meant money for them to use, and health for the people important to them.
The boy was hesitant at first, but he spoke up at last. His voice was soft and smooth like a bass. "I know you don't trust me, but..." he looked at the man, straight in the eye, and his body went as straight as an arrow. "I don't want any more meaningless deaths! No one has the right to take someone else's life, no one..." He looked down at the ground. Even though his voice had gone quiet, the hearing system on board the Glasgow allowed her to hear him. "Not even Britannia."
Kallen felt a pang in her heart, but she didn't quite understand it. She glanced over at the machine he piloted, and closed her eyes. Tamaki was practically shaking in his shoes, about to beat the crap out of him while Ohgi and Sugiyama were trying to restrain him. Kallen made her choice then and there as she opened her eyes. "I say we trust him."
Tamaki looked betrayed, and Ohgi looked relieved. "What?! Kallen, this guy is a-"
"And in case you forgot, Tamaki-baka, I'm Britannian too, if only by half," she reminded the idiot. "Besides, he's right... No one has the right to kill someone else, especially if they have a family waiting for us back home as well."
Ohgi smiled, nodding as well. "Kallen's right." He turned to the boy. "Personally, I don't care if you're a Britannian. You saved Kallen, and that's all that matters. If that little plan you set up was anything, you're a pretty good strategist, so we'll follow your lead." He extended his hand. "I'm Kaname Ohgi, leader of the Kouzuki Resistance Cell."
Finally, a smile appeared on the boy's face, taking Ohgi's hand into his. "Lelouch Lamperouge."
A crimson flower blooms within a sea of blue, and a bird of pure white takes to the azure sky. Black roses wilt, and in their place are white buds. The seed begins to sprout, but what shall it become?
A/N: You know, typing with a hand and a half is hard, but writing a... not-Lelouch Lelouch is very hard, believe it or not. Anyway, as you can see, obviously this incarnation of Lelouch is more trusting, if a tad bit naive. I will say this, Seed of Freedom will not follow the cannon storyline, as there will be major differences. This is because of Lelouch's mindset, thinking that, while war is necessary, he doesn't want to be a murderer, so he is somewhat like Loran Cehack from Turn A Gundam. Also, Infinite Justice and Destiny will also appear, along with a few characters from Seed. Who they are, I won't say, you will have to find out.
And, for those of you wondering what happened to Lelouch when he was dealing with the Royal Guard... any fan of Seed should guess what that was. I won't confirm, but I will not deny. After all, that takes all the fun out of it. Anyway, my Persona X RWBY project is almost done, so it should be up within the first week of January. Also, unfortunately for the fans of my Persona X Code Geass fanfiction "Those That Defy Fate", it will undergo a hiatus, most because my sister has to deal with college and all of that. Even though we are on winter break, she still has projects. She is, how do you say... an over achiever. By the Christmas yesterday was AWESOME! I got Seasons 2 and 3 of One Piece, along with S1 and S2 of Walking Dead! Suffice to say. I. Am. Stoked!
Well, this is Demons Anarchy of Pride, and I'm out of here. Ciao~