"Your majesty, the prisoner wishes to speak with you." A person in a strange cloak informed Charles Zi Britannia. The Emperor of Britannia nodded to him. He descended down the stairs and exited The Sword of Akasha. He navigated through the maze that was the Geass Directorate, and eventually stopped at a certain room, which he entered.
The room was bare except for two things: a cage, and the person inside it. The person looked to be a young child, with long, messy blonde hair that went past his body.
"You wanted to see me, V.V.?" Charles growled, showing his great displeasure at seeing the Code Bearer. Though, it had not always been like this. At one time, he and his twin brother, V.V., had been the greatest of friends. But then that night happened....
"C.C. has given a Geass." V.V. said, his voice without emotion. Charles didn't react, as he already knew. He had just finished talking with Guinevere when V.V had called for him.
"I know." Was all Charles said. He turned to walk away when V.V. continued.
"When are you going to let me out of this Brother?" V.V. demanded, desperation now in apparent in his voice. He gripped the iron bars and gave his twin a pleading look.
"When you give me your Code. I shall never forgive you for that night, Brother. I was lucky that Marianne had been suspicious, and had Jeremiah stay behind. Good day, V.V." Charles explained, rage seething through his body. He left the room before V.V. could respond.
"... Now, onto the recent developing story coming from the Britannian military. Just yesterday afternoon a terrorist cell stole a container of poison gas and fled into the Shinjuku Ghetto. While the Britannian military pursued the terrorists, they released the poison gas, causing the massive deaths of Britannian soldiers and Elevens. As of right now, the area is condemned from civilians..."
Light tuned the rest of the broadcast out, concentrating on helping his mother wash the dishes. So, the military had covered up what really happened. It was to be expected, though it was only a matter of time until Guinevere's death was released. He wondered who the scapegoat for the murder would be.
Light finished the last dish and went to his room. He closed the door and looked at the large lump in his bed. Light sighed and sat on the chair next to his desk. "It will only be a matter of time until my parents wonder why you haven't gone 'home'." Light muttered, his hands rubbing his temples. This woman was very difficult to deal with.
Shortly after killing Guinevere, Light had met up with C.C., who had managed to take an arm off of the new Knightmare model before having to eject. After getting home, he had a bit of a difficult time explaining her to his parents. He had managed to convince them that she was a friend at school who needed a place to stay for a few days. Light's parents had been a little reluctant, but decided to let her stay.
It wasn't like they had much of a choice. C.C. was Britannian, and even Honorary Britannians were wise enough to know that if they denied her, she might get revenge on them.
Yesterday had been interesting, to say the least. Light had always wanted the power to strike back at Britannia, to get his revenge on them for what had happened eight years ago. And now he had it. Geass had opened an unlimited number of doors for him. Countless possibilities. Now all he needed to do was make a plan.
"You could always threaten to use your Geass on them to allow me to stay." C.C. suggested, turning over to Light. In her arms was the mascot of Pizza Hut, Cheese-kun. Wait a minute…he hadn't bought that for her, and as far as he knew the girl had no money. Light checked his back pocket for his wallet. Gone.
Damn woman.
After glaring at the girl (who merely smirked back in response, much to his annoyance), the Japanese youth continued, "No, I will not do that if I have to. I would never want to harm my family. I would never kill them. I am doing this for them anyways. For all the Japanese, for all the countries dieing underneath Britannia's heel. With this power, I shall help bring down Britannia."
"A simple 'no' would have sufficed. I didn't ask you to ramble on." The witch replied, earning another glare from Light.
She gave a playful smirk and continued, "So, that is your plan? To annihilate Britannia? That is a bold ambition, considering they control a third of the world."
"I shall destroy Britannia, no matter what. I don't care what I have to sacrifice, or how long it takes. I shall restore Japan to its former glory, and free the world from that monstrous nation. No matter the cost, I will see that country fall. I shall become this world's savior…it's hero." Light declared.
C.C. stared at Light for a moment before turning over on the bed, presumably to go back to sleep. Light turned away from C.C., trying to think of what to do next. But the images of Guinevere, blood gushing from her forehead, suddenly came to his mind. All that blood from her and her advisors…and the soldiers'…
Light dashed out of the room, heading toward the bathroom. The sound of his retching could be heard down the hall.
"So, Light isn't entirely cold-blooded. I'm surprised it took him a day to get sick from his first kill." C.C. thought, hugging the Cheese-kun to her chest. Well, at least that proved Light wasn't a monster…yet. Though she had no way in telling how he might become with Geass. Everyone reacted differently to the Power of the Kings. He could become like Charles, or like Mao. Or maybe…
"You remind me of a boy I once knew," C.C. commented aloud, her mind drifting to a time years ago…
"What do you mean she's dead?!" Clovis demanded, slamming his fist on the desk. The officer looked pale, but continued anyways.
"We…we found her dead in the command center, your Highness. We have no idea how this happened. Shortly before, Princess Guinevere had ordered a ceasefire in the Shinjuku Ghetto. After that, we have no idea what happened. I—"
"Enough. I am most displeased that I am the last to hear of this…. but what's done is done. If anything, her death is advantages to me…" Clovis calmly said, sitting back down. The initial shock over his half-sister's death was gone. The death of a royal family member wasn't all that unusual. The entire family plotted against each other nearly every day. Besides, the death of Guinevere could be seen as a blessing to the Prince. With her out of the way, he could control Japan without any interference.
"Your Highness?" the messenger asked.
"I need nothing more of you. You're dismissed. Wait…can you tell me what she was doing in the Shinjuku Ghetto? What was she looking for?" Clovis questioned.
"Well, she was looking for the poison gas stolen by the Elevens—"
"Dismissed." He interjected. The man nodded and walked out of the Prince's office.
Clovis frowned and leaned back on his chair, wondering what Guinevere had been searching for before her death. Their most certainly had been no poison gas. None had been made in or delivered to Area Eleven for quite some time. Whatever Guinevere had been searching for had to be something important enough to massacre an entire Ghetto for.
But it was likely the Prince wouldn't find out anytime soon. General Bartley and the rest of her advisors were dead, seemingly having committed suicide. Why that was, no one knew. It was another mystery added to Guinevere's murder.
Right now though, what Guinevere had been searching for didn't matter. What did matter was finding out who murdered her, and to find a scapegoat if they couldn't. It would not do to have a culprit not found, once they released the information of her death. Either they needed to find the murderer, or find someone to take the blame.
Clovis buzzed his secretary and ordered her to get tapes of the command room, from the time before Guinevere's announcement to afterwards. After a few minutes, she buzzed him back.
"Um, your Highness…I am sorry to tell you this, but the tapes are virtually useless. From ten minutes before Princess Guinevere's announcement, the hidden cameras were turned off. It wasn't until an hour after her body was discovered they were turned back on."
Damn. Whoever the murderer had been, he was smart. This only made things even more difficult. It was likely they wouldn't find out who murdered Guinevere anytime soon. It seemed they would have to find a scapegoat after all. Who, then?
"Prince Clovis, Margrave Jeremiah wishes to speak with you." The secretary announced over the intercom. After a moment's thought Clovis contacted her and said he'd allow the Margrave to come in. A minute later Margrave Jeremiah stepped inside the office.
"Greetings, your Highness." Jeremiah said, bowing. Clovis raised a brow at the man's left wrist. Where his hand should have been, a mechanical one replaced it. It lacked any synthetic flesh, most likely because of the shortage of that in the Area. It seemed the Margrave suffered an injury in the battlefield. Clearing his head of that trailing thought, the Prince turned his attention back to Jeremiah.
"Cut to the chase, Margrave. It is going to be a very long day at this rate, and I don't have the time for small talk." The Prince said, rubbing his fingers over his forehead. Great, another migraine was coming on.
"Very well, my lord. From the evidence I have seen, it is likely we will not capture Princess Guinevere's murder. In that case, we must find a scapegoat. If it is not too bold of me, I wish to make a suggestion." Jeremiah reported. Clovis waved a hand for him to continue. The Margrave withdrew and placed a series of files on the Prince's desk.
"My lord, have you ever heard of Suzaku Kururugi and his team of Honorary Britannian soldiers?"
3 days later,
"Wake up Light! I know you're sleeping, your hand stopped moving!" Millay shouted, lightly hitting the Japanese's head with a piece of rolled up paper. Light opened an eye and glared at Millay. He opened his other eye and stared at the piece of paper on the desk. For some reason, Millay had seen fit to now organize the budgets for all the clubs, on the day it was due. The entire Student Council was rushing to get it finished before the horseback riding club stormed into the room.
"Well, you don't have to hit me over it do you?" Light asked. Rivalz gave a chuckle.
"Serves you right for ditching us last Friday! We had to do cross-dresser's ball without you. I mean, come on, was last year's so ba—"
"Rivalz, what have I said about mentioning the last ball?" Light cut him off, giving the schoolboy a withering glare. Rivalz shrank back under the terrifying glare.
"Ah…. never mention it unless you're willing to face severe torture…"
"Correct. Good boy. Now, don't forget because they'll never find the body." Light said, giving a dark smile. Rivalz shrank back further.
"Oh come on Light, the last cross-dresser's ball wasn't so bad. Everyone's forgotten about—"
"Shirley, you don't mention the last ball and I won't mention the porn convention Millay 'accidentally' dragged us to." He interjected, smirking. Shirley's face turned crimson and her hands went to her ears.
"Oh God…I can still hear it, I can still hear the—"
"Ok, that's enough scaring the members Light. We all get it. Now, enough trips down memory lane, we need to get focused. Otherwise the horseback riding club will get on us." Millay quickly intervened, trying to get the others back on focus.
"Not to mention what the fencing club will do to us if we don't meet the deadline…" Nina mumbled, casting a quick glance at Light. She went back to typing on her computer.
"That's right, so everyone keep focused! We need to finish this in the next hour. No pressure, just remember that everyone will kill us if we don't!" the President exclaimed, giving a laugh.
Light tried to smile, but his lips ended up twitching. It was hard to keep up the façade sometimes. It was times like these he wished he hadn't joined the Student Council. Damn that girl, forcing him to join. Now he had to spend nearly every school day dealing with these Britannian brats. Sometimes Light just wished he could hang himself, or get away with hiding the bodies.
"Oh, and don't forget that the Speedo contest is tomorrow, Light and Rivalz!"
Maybe it would be worth the risk after all….
The door flew open and a student suddenly burst into the room. "Turn on your TV! Prince Clovis is giving a special announcement."
"Oh come now, it can't be that impor—" Millay started, but was cut off by the student.
"He's saying that Princess Guinevere's dead!"
At this declaration, Millay grabbed the nearby remote and turned on the TV in the upper left corner of the room. She switched it over to the news channel. Rivalz, Shirley, and Nina turned their attention to the screen, their work forgotten.
Light suppressed a smirk and gazed at the screen. So, Prince Clovis was finally announcing his handiwork. Excellent. The image of Clovis was seen on the TV, once the news station switched over to him. Clovis began,
"Today marks a tragic moment in the history of Area Eleven. Three days ago, while searching for the poison gas the terrorists in the Shinjuku Ghetto stole, my sister was slain." After letting that sink in, the Prince continued.
"While desperately trying to find the poison gas stolen by the terrorists, a group of traitors ambushed my sister and her advisors. They killed them, and threatened my sister. They forced her to end the conflict in the Shinjuku Ghetto, to save their terrorist friends, and then proceeded to kill her." At this, Clovis stepped to the side of the platform. Armed guards brought seven Japanese, all near their teens with the exception of one young adult, forward.
"These seven Honorary Britannian soldiers, led by Suzaku Kururugi, betrayed the Britannian Empire. They killed my sister, and have done many other acts to undermine the government of Area Eleven. Their crimes against the Empire and Area Eleven will be judged four days from now." The Japanese were led away. Suzaku started to protest, but was hit in the cheek by a rifle.
After they were gone Clovis walked back to his previous position and continued, "My sister's death will not be in vain. She has become a mayrter for her cause. As the new Viceroy of Area Eleven, I will continue the dream of my sister; to bring everlasting peace in this Area, and to end the terrorism. A moment of silence please, for my departed sister." Clovis bowed his head.
After the moment of silence, Clovis began to leave. The newscast switched back to the studio, and Millay turned it off at that moment. The entire student council was silent for a few minutes.
"Well…this certainly doesn't happen everyday." Shirley commented, breaking the silence.
"No, it doesn't. Well, back to work everyone. We only have fif….where is Light?" Millay asked, pointing to his chair. It was empty, and the door to the entrance was now closed.
"Looks like he skipped out on us again, lucky guy." Rivalz laughed. These days, Light skipping on Student Council meetings, or leaving them, often occurred. Which was why Millay kept an eye on him most of the time to make sure he didn't. Though it seemed that didn't prevent him from sneaking off when she wasn't looking.
The President sighed. "Well, he's long gone by now. Looks like you're going to have to do his work for him Rivalz. Oh, and you have ten minutes."
"What?!"
"So, what do you plan on doing now? Are you going to rescue those boys?" C.C. asked. Light glanced at her. He was now back at his house, in his room, pondering on what to do next. After a few moments of thought, he came up with an idea.
"I believe, C.C., it is time for my grand introduction." Light replied. His mother came into the room a second later.
"Light, Catherine, it's time for dinner. I hope you like pizza, Catherine. My husband can make the best that I've ever…" Sachiko Yagami stopped in mid-sentence. At the word 'pizza' C.C. had bolted out of the room in the blink of an eye.
"Well…she must really like pizza." Sachiko said, giving a light chuckle. Light gave a sigh at her behavior, and followed his mother downstairs.
"Oh, and Kallen has come by for dinner. Her mother wasn't able to make it again, sadly. Kallen said she's still sick." Sachiko mentioned as they reached the last step. Light nodded. Good, Kallen was here. That simplified a part of his plan.
True to her word, Kallen was sitting at the table with Sayu and C.C. She gave the Britannian girl a curious look, but said nothing about the witch's presence. Sachiko went into the kitchen to help her husband finish up and bring out the food. Light took a seat between his sister and C.C.
"So Light…who is your friend?" Kallen asked, casting another glance at the green-haired woman. She seemed to take no notice of Kallen's staring at her.
"She's a friend from school. Her name is Catherine. She needed a place to stay for a few days." He answered. Sachiko and Soichiro walked into the room and began to set the table. Kallen looked like she wanted to press the issue further, but said nothing more.
Dinner passed by without much conversation. Light's parents would have discussed Guinevere's death with their son and Kallen, but with C.C. there they were too afraid to talk about that. It was only when desert was brought out (pizza, much to C.C.'s apparent delight) that Sayu decided to talk.
"So Light, is Catherine your girlfriend?"
Light nearly choked. He cast a glare at an amused C.C. and said, "No, of course not Sayu. Catherine is only a friend from school."
"Oh, I'm hurt Light. Did last night not mean anything to you?" she asked, giving a smirk. If looks could kill….well, in his case, looks could kill. But killing C.C. there and then would attract too much attention.
"And what exactly happened last night?" his father interjected, staring at Light. He cast another fierce glare at the witch before giving a reassuring smile to his parents.
"Nothing, Dad, nothing at all. Catherine was just kidding, weren't you?" the Japanese youth asked her. He turned his Geass on for a split second to send a message. All she did was give another chuckle.
"Of course I was. Sorry Dad."
"It's al—Dad?!" Soichiro exclaimed. If that vein on his forehead got any bigger, it would burst.
"All right, I was kidding. Sorry." C.C. said after seeing Mr. Yagami's face. He slowly calmed down but he kept eyeing the two of them. Sachiko seemed to be doing the same thing as her husband, Kallen looked greatly amused, and Sayu was trying not to laugh. Silence continued for the next few minutes.
"So Light, if Catherine isn't your girlfriend, is Kallen?" Sayu continued, giving her brother an innocent look.
Looking back at that moment, Light never knew the human face could turn that shade of crimson, and certainly not that Kallen could.
Half an hour later, dinner was finished. Kallen, after thanking them, got up to leave. Light stopped her before she could and asked to speak with her in private. A minute later they were now in his room. Light stared at Kallen for a few moments, thinking of what to say.
"Kallen…I must say, I'm surprised at you." Light began. The half-Britannian gave him a confused look.
"About what Light?"
"That you've become a terrorist."
At this statement Kallen froze. After a moment she stuttered, "I-I have no idea w-what you're talking about Light. I'm not a terrorist."
"Oh really now…Q-1?" Light asked with a smirk.
In the blink of an eye Kallen had him against the wall, a hidden knife to his throat. He tensed, resisting the urge to use his Geass on the girl. Light closed his eyes for a moment, thinking.
"Kallen, it would not be wise to kill me. After all, I am your friend. Besides, I would never betray you, so you have no need to worry about that." Light reasoned. After a few minutes Kallen let him go and put the knife away.
"So you were the voice?" she asked, giving Light a calculating look. He nodded.
"Why did you help us, Light? I thought you were an Honorary Britannian." The half-blood said. Light scowled at her.
"Just because I am that in name, does not mean I am not a Japanese at heart. You may look like a Britannian Kallen, but you are also a Japanese at heart. Do I need a reason to destroy Britannia besides the obvious?" he retorted. She looked surprised.
"To…destroy Britannia?" Kallen asked with disbelief. Freeing Japan was more likely than destroying that nation. In her mind, destroying one of the three most powerful nations in the world seemed foolhardy. Yet, Light looked so confident when he had said that. Did he truly think he could accomplish that?
"Yes, I wish to eradicate the Holy Empire of Britannia. And I need your help, Kallen." Light stated. He smiled and extended his hand to her.
For a moment, Kallen was at a loss for words. After all, Light's statement seemed ridiculous. However…he seemed to actually believe he could do it. He had helped them live through the battle at the Shinjuku Ghetto. Maybe this boy was the one hope Japan had been looking for these past eight years. What would Naoto do?
Kallen Kouzuki made her decision.
"What do you need me to do, Light?"
Light kept up his smile and lowered his hand. Excellent, Kallen was by his side. That made things much easier now. They had always made a great team back when they were younger. With the two of them working together, nothing was impossible. So he hoped.
"Kallen, three days from now I want you to take your friends from the terrorist cell and go to the Tokyo Tower together. Say I called you with orders to go there. Then…"
Three days before the trial,
After typing in another few keystrokes, he was in. Light Yagami surfed through the information, looking for something useful to his plans. As a Prince, Clovis just had to have something incriminating in his personal files.
Hmm…this was an interesting one. Light clicked on it. As he read more and more of it, the Japanese's eyes grew more and more wide.
This…was incredible. This information would serve him far into the future. He could ruin Clovis' life with the information from this. He could easily gain Suzaku Kururugi and his men without resorting to his more dangerous plan.
Perfect.
Two days before the trial,
"You three work for a demolitions company, am I correct?" Light asked the three men at the table. He scanned the rest of the nearby tables once more. Good, nobody else but these men had walked into the coffee shop so far.
"What of it Eleven?" one of the men asked gruffly, taking a sip of his coffee. Light smirked and turned on his Geass.
"Listen carefully. I need you to..."
One Day before the trial,
"….the suit has been finished as you requested. I've erased all the evidence per your orders. Here it is." The elderly tailor said, handing Light a large box. The Japanese nodded, and activated his Geass.
"Good. Now I want you to…"
10 Hours before Suzaku Kururugi and his men's trial,
"Well? Was that you in Shinjuku? Was the ceasefire your doing?" Kallen asked. This was it, Light's big reveal to the others. All she needed to do with to remember her lines Light had given her. She couldn't screw this up no matter what.
He made no move to show he had heard her.
"Hey we're talking to you!" Kento Sugiyama added, clearly annoyed at being ignored. At that moment Light turned around to reveal his mask and costume.
For a moment Kallen (as well as the others who had come along) were speechless. She had to admit, Light sure knew how to make an entrance.
"Well? What did you think of my tour of the settlement?" Light's modified voice asked.
"Your tour?" Ohgi Kaname questioned.
"Ah come on, there's no way it was this joker." Kento protested, giving the masked man a glare.
"I wanted you to fully grasp the two: the settlement, and the ghetto." Light continued, extending his arms in opposite directions.
"Yes we know there's a difference between us Japanese and the Britannians, a very harsh one. That is why we must resist the Britannian Empire." Ohgi said, taking a step forward.
"You're wrong." He stated, "Terrorism alone will not eradicate Britannia."
"E-eradicate Britannia?" Ohgi asked, surprised. Though they were intent on freeing Japan from that nation's rule, it never crossed his mind that they were also trying to destroy that country.
"While terrorism is a strong force that can weaken that Empire, it alone cannot deal the final, crushing blow. Especially with the way the terrorist cells in Japan are run. Right now, your cell, nor anyone else's, is close to freeing Japan. Let alone obliterating Britannia. There is no attempt at organizing a large-scale cell. Only the Japan Liberation Front has come close to this, having originated from several different cells. However, it is not enough for just a few to unite while the rest are scattered. After all, a house divided against itself cannot stand." Light argued.
"Then what are we suppose to do?! There's no way Britannia will ever let a large-scale rebellion form. They'd crush it before it began." Kento snapped. He was sure as hell mad that this mask man had the nerve to insult them, saying that they couldn't accomplish their dream.
"You are wrong. The Britannian government in Japan is not as powerful as you think. They are not the omnipotent, supreme state they make themselves out to be. Britannia can, and will fall. To do this, you must wage war upon the Holy Empire of Britannia." Light announced. He paused to let this sink in. Again, it seemed he had left them speechless. Finally it was Kallen who spoke up.
"W-Wage war?!"
"Yes. You must know you enemy. You have to realize that the Britannian government in Japan isn't your only enemy. The entire nation is. And the only way we can ever free Japan is to fight and win war against them. It is a war that must be waged. We must strike at civilians and soldiers alike to crush our enemy. Take up your katana and fight for justice!"
"Oh please, that's easy enough to say isn't it? Hiding behind that mask, why should we even trust you?" Kallen demanded.
"That's right! Take of that mask now!" Kento added.
"Yes. Will you show us your face or not?"
"Very well. I'll show you," Light said, making a move to remove the mask. He stopped and continued, "However, what I'll show you won't be my face, but rather my power. I can make the impossible, possible. Once I do this, then I'll have earned your trust."
Thirty minutes until Suzaku Kururugi and his men's trail,
"Any moment, any moment now! It sure is a sight to see. Just look at the crowds lining the route. All of them waiting! Waiting for the men accused of Princess Guinevere to be led here. They are Honorary Britannians, and former Elevens. Suzaku Kururugi, Aki Fumio, Haruo Iwao, Matsuda Touta, Hotaka Kou, Kenji Daichi, and Ryo Osamu are the seven being tried for the murder," came the announcement from the chosen speaker.
The air was tense. All were waiting to see the seven Elevens to be brought down the street, toward the courthouse. Some were hoping to see justice done; others wanted revenge, and one man—if he could truly be called a man—reveled in the coming bloodshed.
"I…I can see them! They have the suspects! The Elevens will be heading this way soon!" the announcement came as the convoy transporting the suspects came into view down the bridge.
Shouts started to fill the bridge as the convoy drove through. Many cursed the Japanese; some gave them insulting hand-gestures, while others threw cans and other garbage at them. The few who tried to protest where shocked by their collars.
"Voices of scorn and resentment are growing ever-louder. These voices give proof of the people's love for our fallen Princess Guinevere. These righteous voices rain down their judgment upon the terrorists. Our new Viceroy Prince Clovis, whose personal efforts helped to settle this case, will be directing the trial as an acting consul."
Within his news van, Diethard Reid gave a sigh. Sure, everything was going along perfectly but…it all felt like a sham to him. He was as corrupt as any of them. He wished that something out of the ordinary would occur, so that something could change. But it was unlikely. It was a suicide mission, to try and rescue them.
Still…
Light, I hope you know what you're doing. You could get us all killed. But…you've said you could make the impossible, possible. You gave us your word, Light. I hope you follow through. If we can rescue Suzaku Kururugi and the others, then we may be able to save Japan.
This is it, my grand entrance. There's no turning back now, even if I wanted to. The moment of truth has come. If I succeed, then…
"Prince Clovis!" the sudden cry came as the convoy sped down the bridge. Clovis gave an annoyed sigh and responded.
"What is it?"
"Vehicle approaching from Third Street. We let it through as you instructed, but—"
"Is the target a terrorist vehicle?" Clovis interrupted.
"Well my lord, it's Princess Guinevere's car." the man hesitantly replied. Clovis was silent.
"Sir?"
"Let them through. It seems we have a sick prankster on our hands. Do not worry about him. All forces halt!" the Prince ordered, giving them the hand-signal to stop. The Knightmares and the truck ground to a standstill.
"No stop was scheduled here. Could there have been some sort of accident?"
A gasp formed within the crowd as another car approached. It was the personal transport of the deceased Princess.
"I see, it is just you three." Light stated. Kallen, Ohgi, and a third man he barely recognized from the resistance cell stood before him.
"I'm sorry, but can you just give us a little more time? If I explain, we can get more people to—"
"No. You three will be fine."
"Oh that's ridiculous! Do you know how many of those Brits we'll be facing?!" the third man demanded.
"With your help, clearing the conditions of this task will be easy. I'll need this fixed by tomorrow. All that matters is that it has to look like this on the outside." Light ordered. The third man looked like he was going to object again, but Ohgi stopped him.
"Do any of you three have any flight experience with Britannian aircraft?" Light suddenly asked. They looked uncertain for a moment before the third man stepped forward.
"I do."
"Good. I want you to follow this plan carefully, then. All the possible problems have been taken care of, I assure you." Light said, handing him a folded up sheet of paper. As the man read it, his eyes grew wide. He was silent for a few minutes before he looked back at Light.
"Very well. I just hope you know what you're doing…" Aizawa Shuichi avowed.
The truck moved forward and came to a stop at the convoy. The cockpit of the lead Knightmare Frame opened up to reveal Clovis.
"You dare defile my sister's personal transport? Get out of there!" Clovis demanded. The flag of Britannia on the vehicle burned in an instant. In its place was a masked man covered in white. Where the face of the mask should be, a large purple circle covered it. The crowd gave another collective gasp.
"I am…Kira!"
End Phase 2
Hello everyone, and thanks for reading the next chapter of Light of the Revolution. Now, to make things clear, Light does not look like the Zero you and I all know. Instead of black, Light's costume is all white with a purple circle where the face is. Why did I do this, you may ask? It was because I wanted to, and it involves a plot point that won't surface until the very end.
Why go with Kira instead of Zero? It again involves the same plot-point, and I loved that idea when I first thought of it. In both realities, Light goes by the alias of Kira. I liked the idea, and thought it'd be interesting.
Why did I italicize Light's speech when he was dressed up as Kira? Because I thought that, since his voice is modified and whatnot because of the helmet, I'd show how different it is from the other's speech.
Now, I know some of you will question why I had Light reveal himself to Kallen. Well, I thought he would take that risk. He took that same risk with Takada and Mikami, so I thought he'd do the same with Kallen. Besides, it makes things all the more interesting.
Kudos to those who figure out the quote I used in this chapter. Light using a quote from that person seems a bit…wrong, but once the idea popped up I just had to do it.
On a final note, I do hope I captured C.C. in a good way. I've found it a bit difficult to write her, and hope to improve in the future.
Again, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Things will be racing forward in the next. Please review; I'd love to hear your thoughts. Any corrections or suggestions would be welcomed. Oh, and special thanks to my beta-reader Manysidestome. Couldn't do this without you. Until next time, sayonara.