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"Viva La Revolution!" Talking

'Viva La Revolution!' Thinking

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Code Geass, nor do I make any money from writing this story. It'd be cool if I did. . .

It had been several weeks since Sasori and Deidara and Kakuzu had decided to start a terrorist cell. In that time they had mainly been learning about the world around them. Deidara was amazed by the military-grade fireworks, Sasori was trying to figure out how to make Knightmare puppets and Kakuzu was busy drooling over credit cards.

They had managed to steal a Knightmare from a Brittanian transport and Sasori had been messing with it ever since. Deidara had snagged a few computers and had discovered the world of online gaming. CoD was never the same after that, but anyways. . .

The previous night Itachi had showed up on their doorstep and they had let him and explained the situation to him. He was exceedingly tired but he agreed to help them before nodding off. No one questioned his choice. He was Itachi.

Itachi sat up slowly. Looking out of the shabby window he stared out at the moonlit landscape. 'Sasuke, I hope you're alright.'

Getting out of bed he wandered into the small dining room and made himself a cup of instant coffee. Looking at the table in front of him he noticed the computer. 'Computers, I've heard of them. I wonder how they work?'

Reaching forward he opened the computer and it started up. After a moment the glowing screen resolved itself into what would commonly be recognized as a desktop. Itachi used the cursor and randomly clicked on a tab, bringing up the iconic screen of google.

'I'm getting nowhere. I wonder. . .'

"Mangekyou Sharingan!"

Sasori was the next of the four to awaken. Sitting up he got out of bed intending to continue his work on making Knighmare Puppets. So far he had a vague idea of making regular human puppets and then adding in the tech, but it was still a work in progress.

He walked out into the kitchen and stretched as the sun's first rays hit him. He didn't know why, but in this world he could feel sensations such as warmth even if he was still a puppet. When he had finished he noticed Itachi sitting at the dining room table silently. Deciding to investigate, Sasori walked around the table to see just what Itachi was doing.

He was greeted by the sight of Itachi's Mangekyou Sharingan staring at the screen of a computer. Itachi's eyes were wide and he was drooling slightly. Sasori immediately jumped forward and pushed the computer shut. It took a few minutes for Itachi to collect himself, and while he was doing so Sasori was fixing himself some toast. Once again, although he didn't need to eat he had found that he could taste the food now if he did, although he wasn't really sure where the food went since he had checked and found nothing. The good news was that he could eat whatever he wanted and never have to worry about health.

"So, what did you see?" Sasori asked as he sat down across from Itachi and took a bite of his toast.

"I saw a cat with a poptart body flying and rainbows," Itachi responded as he took a sip of his now cold coffee. "And I saw people dancing in a dark forest with an old guy in a rocking chair reading to a kid with neon lights everywhere, then there was an animated guy raving about a diamond sword as well as a guy with a magic keyboard. There were other things too, an orange with a mouth and. . . 'Ninja Melk.'"

"'Ninja Melk?'"

"I didn't understand it either," Itachi replied. "It was. . . frightening."

Pein was pissed. 'I can't believe this, just when I finally thought I'd get some peace I'm tossed into a world with just as many problems as the one I came from.'

Looking on the bright side, though, he could walk now. He had awakened to find himself in Yah. . . Deva Path's body. 'I wonder if this is some sort of punishment,' he thought to himself, 'Perhaps I was sent here to correct my mistakes, to have a second chance at bringing peace to the world.'

His thoughts were interrupted by the muttering around him getting louder. Glancing up form his coffee he found that the entire cafe was staring at him. Focusing, Pein tried to remember the name of the establishment he was in. 'Yes, 'Starbucks,' I believe. I wonder why they're looking at me like that, they seem fascinated with my cloak.' His eyes narrowed, 'No, they fear my cloak. That means. . .'

A single shunshin later and the patrons of the cafe could breathe easily again, the terrorist had somehow disappeared. The manager sighed as he picked up the phone to dial up the prince to inform him of a new member of the Red Cloud. 'Dang, I knew we should have installed the video security, those tapes would have been worth a fortune.'

Pein decided to start in the ghetto, but as soon as he arrived he was the center of attention. The previously disinterested civilians sitting on the sides of the run-down roads came to life when they saw him.

"You're from the Red Cloud, aren't you?"

"You're fighting for Japan!"

"Where did you get the firebomb?"

"Can I have your autograph?"

The last one was asked by a small boy, no older than five. Feeling like an idiot Pein signed his name, but since it was a kid he signed Nagato, Pein was a cold name. Deciding that he didn't feel like being mobbed by more citizens of the depressed Nation he took off in another shunshin.

He wandered about for the rest of the day until he was finally found by Itachi who brought him back to their secret base that was quickly becoming overcrowded.

"Leader-sama!" Deidara exclaimed. "We're terrorists now!" Needless to say Pein was surprised.

"You I can see, but how did you convince the others?" he asked.

"They're all doing it for different reasons," Deidara explained. "I'm now the leader of the terrorist Akatsuki, un!" Pein frowned and Deidara gulped.

"Fine," Pein said after a moment of silence. "I'll allow you to create the plans for this one."

"Whooo!" Deidara yelled. "Now then, as your leader I command you to make me a sandwich!"

"Shinra Tensei."

After Sasori fixed the hole in the wall and Itachi erased the memories of everyone who saw the blond teenager fly through a few of the surrounding buildings, the group got down to business.

"So," Deidara said from the couch he was resting and recovering on, "We need more information, un. To that end, Itachi, you'll be in charge. You need to gather as much Intel on Britannian and this world in general as possible. Get the information however you wish. Sasori, you've already begun looking into the Knightmares, so just keep doing what you've been doing."

"Kakuzu, we're going to need funds, and you're the expert in that area. Get money in any way you can, and feel free to keep three fourths of it, just for motivation, un. Finally, Lea. . . Pei. . . um. . . what should we call you?"

"By my name," Pein responded.

"Um. . . I don't know your name, un," Deidara responded.

"It's Nagato and please call me that at these meeting, but in the field I would prefer to be called Pein." Deidara's eyes lit up when Nagato said that, and not in a way Pein enjoyed.

"That's it, we need codenames!" Deidara exclaimed.

Sasori sighed. 'Why? Just why?' Glancing sideways Sasori looked to see if Deidara had just ordered a one way ticket though the wall courtesy on an angry God. Apparently not.

"Nagato can be Pein, Itachi can be Morpheus, Sasori can be Hephaestus, Kakuzu can be Hades and I'll be Vulcan."

"Fine," Nagato agreed, "But off topic."

"Yeah," Deidara exclaimed, "So Nagato, why don't you see if you can't forge connections with the other terrorist cells? And if you could use your Asura Path to help Sasori that would be great. You still have your Asura Path, right?"

"I do," Nagato responded, "But I can only manifest it through this body, the bodies in this world aren't strong enough to serve as one on my Paths."

"What will you be doing?" Kakuzu asked.

"Preparing," Deidara responded, "Never know when a bomb'll come in handy, I'll be cranking them out and putting them all over the Settlement, un."

Lelouch groaned. 'Another report on the Red Could, for a new group they sure love to cause waves. That and the fact that they only have four recorded members at the moment and they're quite the topic of conversation.'

Lelouch was startled out of his ruminations by the classroom door opening. They were supposedly getting a new teacher, Professor Freeman if he recalled correctly.

It seemed his suspicion was correct as a middle aged man walked into the room. He had black hair and wore glasses, but at the same time still managed to look fashionable. He sported a light tan and wore the Ashford Academy teacher's uniform to great effect.

'What's this class again,' Lelouch wondered as he realized that he didn't know. 'Ah yes, Ethics. I don't even know why they each it, it's not really like Britannia has much use for them.'

(A/N: Well hello again. Seems it's been a whole month, wow time flies. Yeah, I know I should probably update this story more often, I just have trouble with it. See you guys next time, review if you like it [the two reviews a few days ago prompted this chapter] and don't forget, Viva La Revolution!)