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"What did you say?!"
The normally calm and composed Emperor, Charles zi Britannia, grabbed the messenger by the cuff of his shirt and hoisted him into the air, bringing him face-to-face with the livid King.
"Th-the m-message from the O-Order, sir, was that s-someone named 'V.V.' escaped, y-your majesty." The quivering and seriously terrified courier stammered, the look on his face indicating he might wet his trousers in the next few seconds. The Emperor continued to hang the man in the air; his fierce look seeming to go into the messenger's very soul.
Then, after scowling at the poor man one last time, Charles unceremoniously dumped the messenger onto the floor. He scrambled onto his feet and beat a hasty retreat, his speed probably breaking several world records as he ran. Charles continued to fume in his anger, clenching and unclenching his fists. Then he shouted out something.
"Cain!"
Hearing his name, a member of the Royal Guard came forward from the shadows of the throne room. The guard bowed before his master.
"Yes, my liege?" he asked.
"Warn Marianne that a man named 'V.V.' is on the loose. Also, have Lelouch vi Britannia brought to the Imperial Palace at once! He is to not question my orders. Dismissed." Charles ordered. The sentry nodded and went to do as he was told, leaving Charles alone (though if the shapes in the shadows indicated anything, the Emperor seemed to never be truly alone).
Charles sighed and took a seat on his throne. At that moment he felt as old as he looked.
"Now that V.V.'s escaped, there's no telling what he'll do. No doubt he'll try to finish the job he did seven years ago, maybe even try to kill Lelouch. I'm just glad Nunnally is in Area Eleven right now. She's much safer there…"Mello and Near ri Britannia stared through the glass window, each scrutinizing the scene before them. Strapped to a table in the center of the room before them was the damaged, empty husk of a human-looking mechanical beast. Various scientists and engineers from different fields of expertise were around the room, studying the strange machine before them. While they did that, four soldiers stood at the corners of the room, training their rifles on the monster. It had not come back to life, and there was little likelihood it would, but they were taking no chances now.
The two princes remained silent for a few more moments before one of them spoke up.
"What is that thing?"
"I'm glad you asked, your Excellencies!"
The duo turned to their right to see a young, vibrant man exiting the room before them and approaching his superiors. The young man gave a quick bow before continuing.
"This 'machine', if one could refer to an advanced piece of technology such as this, is quite the extraordinary find. It's unlike anything we've ever seen. Of course, we've made great leaps forward in the field of Robotics, the Knightmares are evidence of that, but this is very different. Oh pardon me; I am Major Lloyd Asplund. I believe we've meet before, Viceroy Mello. And it's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance as well, Prince Near."
Mello nodded. "Yes, I remember you, Major Asplund. How could I forget someone like you, who leads Brother Schneizel's little project? Anyway, please, continue."
Near said nothing but simply studied Lloyd. He took that as the other Prince's approval, and went on again.
"Yes, well, as I mentioned, the work of art in there is unlike anything the Empire possess. I can say for sure we didn't make it, but we're not yet sure who did. The thing is so complex; we're having a hard time figuring it out. All we know for sure is that some dead drug dealers managed to get their hands on it. From who and where, we do not know." Lloyd said, giving brief glances over at the unfamiliar machine as his colleagues continued to work on it.
"I see," Near began, speaking up for the first time since Lloyd showed up. "Can you make any initial guesses or theories as to its origins or purpose, Major Asplund? Could the terrorists of Area Eleven have made it? I doubt it, but sometimes the things we least suspect turn out to be true."
Lloyd shook his head. "No, you're right. Unless they have over a dozen genius scientists and engineers working for them, the Eleven's couldn't have made it. It's just about as intricate and complicated to make as an advanced Knightmare Frame, my lord. If not more so. If anything, it's likely the Chinese Federation or the Euro Universe created it. As for its purpose…well, it seems to be a type of war machine. It has numerous weapons implanted within its frame, ranging from lethal blades to even a small rocket launcher. Not to mention the armor this thing has. If you ask me, this guy was made to take on an entire army."
Mello emitted something close to a growl and gave a look at the abnormal instrument. "Then if this thing's been mass-produced, and if it's in the hands of either of our enemies, it could mean trouble for the Britannian Empire…"
"Exactly! Well, at least we're lucky to have gotten our hands on this specimen. If we're fortunate, we might be able to…"
Lloyd cut himself off as he became distracted by what the men and women in the room were doing as they continued their work. Then Lloyd's eyes lit up in something close to terror and he shouted,
"Wait! Don't press that…!"
The warning came a moment too late. In the room, blood-red eyes flickered back into existence.
"You are an interesting woman, to say the least, C.C."
The woman in question sat on a bed, looked up at her interrogator, giving him a bored expression. Idly, she began to play with a strand of her hair.
"Your point being, Light?"
The man in question paced back and forth between the sitting woman, sending occasional stares at her as he walked. He did not give the impression that he was amused at all at her uninterested appearance, or how she seemed to be basically ignoring him while toying with her hair.
"I've been going through the reports submitted by Matsuda and the others, and your miraculous recovery while being severely wounded has raised some questions that need answering." Light said, sternly looking at the girl. C.C. continued to appear indifferent.
"Oh, is that so?" the witch simply said in reply. Light scowled and walked over to her in a single step, grabbing C.C. roughly by her shoulders.
"I'm tired of your games, woman! You will answer my questions, and you will give me straight answers. You and I both know no average human could have recovered from those injuries as quickly as you did. Just what are you?"
C.C. gazed at Light with some mild annoyance, at last showing a feeling. "You really wish to know of what I am?"
"Yes, witch. I want the truth, and nothing but the truth. I will accept your lies no longer."
"I'd answer back with another cliché, but that's not entirely appropriate at the moment." C.C. said. Light scowled again, his temper growing thin with her.
"Get to the point!"
"Very well," C.C. continued, giving a quick roll of her eyes. As she talked, she clutched a strange looking stuffed animal (Cheese-kun, as C.C. referred to it) to her chest.
"As you can obviously tell from the moment I met you, I am no ordinary human. To make the time-consuming story I have short, I'll come out and say it: I am an immortal, Light Yagami."
Silence met C.C.'s declaration. Light Yagami slumped into a chair, seemingly stunned enough that he couldn't come up with a response.
"Immortality," Light breathed, speaking at last. "I had several theories as to your astonishing recovery, but immortality! I never even thought of that possibility…"
It was at that moment that C.C. saw Light give a most frightening look, more fear provoking then she had seen in many, many years (it seemed that Mao now had competition for the best insane, gleeful look). He stared at her, with a fire in his eyes that C.C. had never seen before. If she could describe the feeling she felt as Light gazed on her, it would be something akin to…
Hunger.
And it was gone in the blink of an eye, as if it had never been there before. Once again an emotionless mask had taken over his face, and whatever true expression Light was feeling was locked away.
"Living forever is not all its cracked up to be, boy. Remember that. I've learned that the hard way."
C.C. stood up and walked over to the door. Her partner made no move to stop the witch. She opened the door before giving one last glance at Yagami.
"If you'll excuse me, there's someone that needs my help for the moment. If you're truly her friend, then I suggest you go comfort her as well."
The door closed before Light could say anything. Which was just as well, for Light could contain himself no longer. A wide smile broke across his face, as the Japanese youth's devious mind absorbed the fact that C.C. was immortal.
"Immortality…C.C., I do believe you're going to be more useful to me then I thought."
When they had arrived from the warehouse district, and they had given Kira a debriefing on what had happened, Kallen Kouzuki did not cry. When they had reached the part of her mother's death, the strong girl still did not cry. Even after the debriefing had ended, and Matsuda had offered to comfort her if she wanted a shoulder to cry on, Kallen had outright refused and did not let any tears stream down her eyes.
When she had reached her room aboard the Guardian's of Justice base, and Kallen had closed the door behind her and had collapsed on her bed…then she cried. The young girl could hold out no longer, and let the tears flow from her eyes.
Call her foolish, but despite it all—despite the fact that her mother had still been hopelessly in love with her father, despite the fact she was a weak-willed spineless coward who still lived with her step-mother all because of that man, despite the fact that she loathed her mother all because of this—Kallen still loved her. Regardless of it all, Kallen Kouzuki couldn't help but still love that idiotic, irrational woman.
And now she was dead, and it hurt. By Kami, it hurt so much!
To say the least, Kallen hadn't had the best of relationships with her mother. It especially hadn't improved when Naoto died. If it was possible, it had gotten worse. Her mother had become more withdrawn, (no doubt becoming a refrain addict, if she wasn't already by then, she would later think), and Kallen had become more angry and fully devoted herself to Ohgi's (formerly Naoto's) rebel cell. Even as mother and daughter had become more distant, even as the elder Kouzuki had become more addicted to refrain and continued to serve at that house, even as Kallen hated her mother more each and every day for all that she had done—
She had never stopped loving her. Somewhere deep inside her, Kallen had never completely ceased loving her mother. At some level, Kallen knew her mother must have had other reasons to stay at that house besides loving that man, but she had never really given it any thought, nor had cared at the time. But now…now…
Kallen couldn't help but still care her, no matter how much it hurt, no matter what her mother had done. And oh God did it hurt, ithurtithurtithurt—
The pain from her mother's death was almost unbearable. Before, Kallen thought she wouldn't bat an eye if her mother suddenly dropped dead. Now though, she felt what any loving child who loved for their parents would feel if they had them suddenly taken away from them.
The young, grief-stricken girl continued to pour out her emotions, letting herself cry more and more. Best cry all she could now, for there could be no tears later—
The door to her room opened, and Kallen immediately straightened up, doing her best to end her sobbing. She hoped it wasn't Matsuda; she couldn't deal with that man now…
But no, it thankfully wasn't. It was C.C. who stood at the door, gently shutting it behind her as she stepped inside. There was a full moment of silence before Kallen was able to speak up.
"Get out," she croaked, her voice somewhat sore from her weeping. "I don't need your pity."
C.C. gave her a look that seemed wiser beyond her years, and smoothly settled down onto Kallen's bed, putting an arm around the sobbing girl's shoulder.
"Kallen, I've dealt with the loss of a loved one more times than you will ever know, for that which I'm thankful for. I've also seen the loved ones of others die as well, and how they struggled to go on after their death. It must be hard Kallen, I know. It must hurt so much, and it won't get any better anytime soon. With time, you may start to feel well again…but for now, simply let it all out.
Don't stop crying just because I'm here. I can be your shoulder to cry on, Kallen, if you need one. Bottling up all your emotions is never good, and can only end badly. Just let it all out Kallen, I'll be here for you. Don't hold back." C.C. said soothingly. While she spoke in an apathetic and indifferent tone most of the time, here Kallen could tell C.C. was being quite serious, and really did want to help her.
Kallen resisted, stubbornly refusing to shed any more tears…but only for a few minutes. At last the girl could hold out no longer. Kallen latched onto C.C., and began to sob into the older woman's chest. C.C. started to rub her back, and said comforting words to her.
"It's ok Kallen. It'll all be fine. Just let it all out, Kallen. It'll all be fine, Mao…"
C.C. registered the slip a second after she said it, and felt a wave of regret wash through her. Kallen said nothing of it, though, as she continued to weep…
"What do you mean, Euphie!? How are you the reason my mother is dead?" Clovis asked, not bothering to hide how shocked he was. What…what the hell was Euphie talking about?! How could his sweet, loving, kind sister be the reason Gabriella was murdered? Euphie would never do anything like this!
…Right?
"The day before she died, Gabriella came over to visit me, and we talked about some things. While she was there, we had some drinks, and lunch. I…I didn't think much of it when we thought Gabriella had died of natural causes, but once it became known she was murdered, I…" Euphemia cut herself off, unable to continue any further. The young woman seemed to be on the verge of tears, and looked to be struggling to hold herself together.
Clovis was puzzled for a moment before piecing things together. His mother had been poisoned…than that must have meant…
"The drink she had, it was poisoned, wasn't it?"
Euphie gave a small nod. "Yes. I had it tested, and trace amounts of a poison were found. Oh Clovis…! I'm so sorry, it's my fault she's dead! If it weren't for me, she'd still be alive!" Now Euphemia burst into tears, unable to contain herself any longer.
"That poison was meant for me!" she continued, "Not for her! If I hadn't switched the cups at the last second, she'd still be alive! Oh Clovis…I...I…"
The Princess trailed off again as she continued her crying. Clovis remained speechless, at a loss for words. Just how was he supposed to respond to this? Comforting someone, especially a girl, was never his forte…if anything; he was liable to make her feel worse. It didn't help one bit, either, that a darker part of him wanted to blame Euphemia for Gabriella's murder. Clovis knew that, out of the two, Euphie would be a more valuable target to terrorists, if they were the ones behind this (And it was possible, too. Terrorists from nearly all the Areas had, at one time or another, infiltrated the Britannian Homeland to conduct some sort of terrible act.).
He knew, though, that blaming her would not be the right thing to do. Whether or not Euphie had been the intended target, she was not responsible for this. Clovis loved his sister, and despite this, would not think ill of her. Euphie had done nothing wrong. And she needed to know that.
"Euphemia li Britannia," Clovis declared with a stern voice, "You've done nothing wrong. It's not your fault that my mother is dead. You are as much to blame as I am. Even if you were the intended target, that changes nothing. Besides, Gabriella would not want you to blame yourself for this tragic event. Euphie, you are not responsible for this. The people who murdered her, and may have tried to murder you, are."
The young Princess gave no reply, but her sobs soon turned into sniffles. She strolled over to Clovis and enveloped the former Prince in a grateful hug.
"Well, it's good to see you two have patched things up. Just make sure Cornelia never sees this. She might get jealous." A voice dryly said, his amused tone apparent.
Clovis glanced over Euphemia's shoulder to see Xavier standing at the room's entrance, the door now wide open. Euphie let go of her brother and looked at Xavier as well.
"Xavier, did you…were you listening at the door, the entire time?" Clovis asked carefully, not sure whether he should be angry or amused himself.
"Why, Master Clovis, of course not! The very idea is appalling. I just happened to stand near the door…and I also happened to overhear what the two of you said. It was quite an accident, I assure you." The manservant answered, a wry smile stretched across his face.
"Now I see why Mother always had you at every party she went to. I'm sure you've heard plenty of conversations by 'accident'." Clovis said with a raised eyebrow. Xavier continued to smile.
"Perhaps, Master Clovis. Now, until the time an official investigation is opened into Lady Gabriella's murder, I suggest we take our own course of action. If you do not mind my saying so, of course."
"Not at all, Xavier. What do you have in mind?" Clovis asked. Until an investigation was opened, it would be a good idea to look into her murder themselves. Where could they start, though?
"I'm glad you ask, Master Clovis. I know the perfect place where we can begin our search. If you wish to accompany me, though, you'll have to change your clothes." Xavier said.
The former royalty frowned at that, not liking where this was going. Could he possibly be suggesting…?
"Yes, my lord." Xavier answered to Clovis' unasked question. "We're going there. Now, I'll get you the clothes you'll need. You too, Princess Euphemia, if you wish to go with us as well."
"Go where?" Euphie asked.
"Why, to Royal's Pub, of course. If a rival noble family murdered Gabriella, it's the only logical place to start. No doubt they would have bragged about it at their own homes, and it's a frequent spot that servants go to get drunk. There's someone there that may help us in our quest to find the killer, too. Now, Lord Clovis, let's get you out of those clothes. By the time I'm through with you, you'll need to look and act like…well, me."
One week later, Area Eleven,
At an unmarked and abandoned warehouse, the Guardians of Justice marveled at the Knightmare Frames before them. They were all recent gifts from the Kyoto House, one of the major benefactors of nearly all the terrorist organizations within Japan. They funded major terrorist groups like the Japan Liberation Front, the Blood of the Samurai, the Emperor's Revenge, and now, the Guardians of Justice.
Apparently Kyoto House now considered the Guardians to be worthy of their attention, which was even clearer by the Frame that garnered the most attention.
The Guren Mark II, one of the second generation Japanese made Knightmare Frames, was a fearsome model to behold. It had a sleek, red casing, a monstrous kind of look, and a large metal claw extending from its right arm, where a regular Frame hand should have been. In some ways, it seemed very similar to a demon from hell, if one thought about it. All it was missing were some grotesque horns.
Including the Guren, a total of twenty Burai (modified Glasgows, renamed such by the Japanese who had changed them) had also been sent by Kyoto. While not as impressive or powerful as the Guren, they were practical, and could be used well in a fight. Rapidly, the Burai were becoming the Knightmares of choice for most Kyoto-sponsored terrorist cells.
"Man, the Guardians of Justice have sure gained some serious power for Kyoto to take us serious! It's about time, too. Now we can make a difference!" Tamaki exclaimed with a wide smile. Members of the Guardians around them gave related comments, each expressing their own gratitude or joy.
"Kyoto House finally believes in us," Inoue said. "To have sent us this, they must know we'll bring about great change!"
"Exactly! It's about time they recognized our immense importance!" Tamaki agreed cheerily, slinging his arms around the two people nearest to him (which happened to be Kallen Kouzuki and Aizawa Shuichi). Aizawa looked annoyed by Tamaki's action, but did not object. Kallen, on the other hand…
"Tamaki, remove your hand from me unless you want it broken." she growled out. The man quickly did as she said, but scowled at her half a heartbeat later.
"Hey! Just because you're in a sour mood, there's no reason why you…" Tamaki stopped short once he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned his head to see Mogi Kanzo (a recent addition to the Guardians), silently telling his friend to back off. Though disinclined, Tamaki chose not to further press the issue with Kouzuki.
The others began to drift away, going to inspect the other Knightmare Frames. Before long only Kallen was left staring at the Guren, her expression unreadable.
"Do you like it?" Kira asked, rising from the shadows. Kallen betrayed no shock or surprise at his unexpected appearance. She gave a shrug at Kira's question.
"It's fine, I suppose. It should prove a useful ace in the future. I just hope you pilot it well." Kallen replied, trying her best to sound apathetic.
"Who said I was piloting it?" Kira asked, tossing her the key to the machine. She caught it and frowned upon seeing it.
"You expect me to pilot this thing? It would make more sense for you to. You're our leader, after all. You'd be safer in the Guren, with all its defenses."
"Kallen, you are a top notch pilot, the best one in our organization. I have no doubt about that. I am but a simple strategist. To use your abilities to the fullest, you must use the Guren. Besides, you have an important reason to fight for, do you not?" the masked man stated. Kallen's eyes flashed with deep rage, but it passed before Kira could fully register it.
"Yes, I do."
To any other person, those words would have ended the conversation. However, Kira pressed forward.
"If you do not mind, Kallen, I must ask you to be more civil with Tamaki in your next encounter. While I appreciate Mogi keeping his friend in check, that may not last forever. I would be very disappointed if the two of you ever came to blows. In fact, I'd appreciate if you were just more civil in general. You made two new recruits cry just the other day with your harsh berating, after they had only just dropped some equipment. I understand why you've been lashing out at others, but it's been some time since the…incident. I'd like you to tone that down some, if possible. Are we clear?"
"Yes, sir." Kouzuki said through gritted teeth. He nodded.
"Good. An odd pair, aren't they? Tamaki and Mogi. Considering one's the silent type and the other's an annoying little chatterbox, one would think they wouldn't get along. It's strange how some things work out." He mused. Without another word Kira walked away from her, leaving Kallen alone again.
"No, Light." Kallen whispered. The redhead clenched his fists with barely contained anger. "You don't understand, you idiot. You don't understand…"
Diethard Ried somehow knew from the moment he woke up that today was going to be a bad day for him.
Of course, he had dismissed the feeling at once. However he felt meant nothing about how his day might turn out to be; it would be foolish to think so.
He'd proved himself wrong the moment he accidentally split his morning coffee on his crotch.
From that moment on, it had only gotten worse.
After recovering from the pain, Diethard got a phone-call from his boss. Apparently, he had overslept (damn that cheap alarm clock…), and needed to come to work right away. Diethard quickly threw on some clothes, got into his car, and raced toward work.
Then he'd gotten into a fender-bender halfway to work.
It had taken some time, but Diethard took care of that situation, and finally made it to work. It had been a rough start for the day, he thought, but it could only get better from there.
Then his superior told him he had been demoted because of the Kira Incident.
For the rest of the workday, Diethard's rage festered over that. By the end of the day, though, he had come to accept the fact. Besides, he hoped to not work at Hi-TV much longer. If Lady Luck were on his side, his application to join the Guardians of Justice would be approved.
Feeling somewhat better, Diethard had driven back to his home. No mishaps had happened on the way back, thankfully. Diethard had pulled into his home, exited the car and—
Felt excruciating pain as a large and heavy object made contact with the back of his head. It didn't take more than a few seconds for him to blackout then. Upon regaining consciousness, Diethard had found himself in the back of a locked van, speeding toward some unknown destination. Upon arriving at wherever he was at, the back doors had opened up and two Elevens carrying machine guns forced him out.
So now he found himself in his current predicament: his arms bound, a sack over his head, and the muzzle of a gun jabbing into his back, making him march forward to his next destination.
While Diethard had his suspicions, he truly had no idea what was going on. He knew for certain he'd been kidnapped, but by who? Terrorists obviously, but what organization? The JLF? The Guardians?
Further musing on the situation was interrupted when the Eleven behind him roughly made Diethard stop walking. The terrorist then forced him onto his knees, and removed the sack over Ried's face.
The faceless mask of Kira was the first sight that greeted Diethard Ried.
"Diethard Ried," Kira drawled out, staring at the Britannian before him. "You have gotten my attention."
Diethard's first reaction was to beg for his life. It was a understandable response, considering his life was essentially in Kira's hands at the moment. However, he managed to suppress that impulse. It would do him no good to beg; it'd only make Kira kill him quicker.
His second reaction was to wonder what exactly he had done to gain Kira's attention. The only thing he could think of was sending his application for Guardian membership, and the information about the Britannian assault on Narita. No doubt it would be about the latter.
"I assume," Diethard bravely spoke up, looking up at Kira. "I gained your notice by leaking the information about Narita to you?"
"Yes, Diethard. Even with the information itself, the fact that it came from a Britannian applying for membership in the Guardians was of, in itself, also very intriguing. Tell me, Diethard, do you hate your country?"
Diethard reflected on that question for a few minutes before speaking up again. "No, Kira. I don't hate Britannia. But I don't love it either. Truth be told, I'm rather…bored by Britannia. It's almost always the same thing with that nation. Especially with me being a reporter, it can get boring rather quickly."
"I see. Then why do you wish to join me? Why haven't you tried to join any other terrorist groups? Are you intending to become a spy, and report my actions to Britannia so you can become wealthy?" Kira inquired. Diethard smiled and gave out a hearty laugh.
"Please, I'm not stupid enough to do that. Being a spy can tend to get you brutally killed, if you're discovered. Not to mention I'd stick out like a sore thumb. No, that isn't the reason I want to join you. Simply put, you're different than all the other terrorists in Area Eleven, Kira. You were able to kill First Princess Guinevere, outsmart Prince Clovis, hold Princess Nunnally hostage for a time, and no doubt you will soon give Viceroy Mello and Prince Near a run for their money. Your achievements are not to be taken lightly. You've done things many Elevens could only dream of doing." He said.
Kira remained quiet after his speech far longer than Diethard liked. To his relief, the masked terrorist finally gave a response.
"How remarkable. You are unlike any Britannian I have met before. A very fascinating person you are. Now, as for the information you gave us…?"
"It is completely reliable, I swear to you, Kira. I have my sources within the Area Eleven government, and they are completely trustworthy. Viceroy Mello will be leading an attack against the JLF on their headquarters in the Narita Mountains. You have my word." Diethard said, giving a short bow. Beneath his mask, Kira smirked.
"I see. I shall trust you, then. You have proven yourself trustworthy for the time being. I thank you for the information, Diethard Ried. It shall be of great use to us. If all goes well at Narita, you shall soon join the ranks of the Guardians. However…"
Kira leveled a gun to Diethard's forehead. He gave a slight flinch, but showed no other visible effect to the weapon.
"If I find out your information is false, or if you betray me in any way, I will kill you myself. Understood, Ried?"
"Of course, Kira." Diethard said. He made sure to push away the small amount of fear he felt.
"Excellent. You are free to leave, Diethard. Guards, please return him to his home." Kira waved off. Diethard did not have time to say anything as he was lifted up, and marched away.
Perhaps this wasn't going to be such a bad day after all, Diethard thought.
"Ten dead, fourteen critically wounded, and twenty more sporting less extensive injuries. And in the end, that infernal contraption had only half of its weapons removed, and it did this. Did we at least get anything salvageable from the remains?" Mello asked with an irritated tone. The man standing before him shook his head.
"I'm afraid not, my lord. By the time we were done shooting that thing, not much of it was left. It may have been overkill, but we couldn't take any chances it'd recover. What is left is being checked out by the recently recovered Major Asplund and his team, though they're liable not to find much."
Mihael let out an aggravated groan. "Fine, we'll have to focus on that later. For now, we focus on Operation Endgame. Everything is in place for tomorrow?"
At this question, the other man smiled. "Of course, your Excellency. The Japan Liberation Front will not know what will hit them."
"Perfect." Mello said. A downright malicious grin spreading across his face at the thought of what was to come. "With this victory, Area Eleven will be one stop closer to being under total Britannian domination. The time of terrorism in this Area is coming to a permanent end…"
End Phase Ten
Thus ends another chapter of The Revolution! Yes, I have changed the name. I mentioned I'd do it last chapter, and I have. I have also changed the summary into one I felt was somewhat better. And I have also rewritten chapter 1, to make it better as well. I think I like the new version of chapter one much more than the other one. Just thought I'd let you all know.
Now, the Battle of Narita is on! Or rather, will be next chapter. I apologize for the late update. I was sick the first two or so weeks of January, and school kept me quite busy. Hopefully I'll update sooner next time, though that remains to be seen. By the way, I recently saw the 1982 stage version of Sweeney Todd, and I must say, it was quite wonderful! Makes me want to write a villain song for Light to sing in this. Too bad it'd be a bit OOC, and I'm not a good songwriter…
I hope you've all enjoyed this chapter! Please review; I'd love to hear your thoughts. Until next time (as the Germans say), Auf Wiedersehen!