A Self Insert, or rather an Isekai'd, OC fanfic, OC's history was something I came up with a couple of my buddies. My first Fanfic to which I hope you enjoy. First chapter is pretty much an info dump on my OC Jason. His personality, mindset, attitude and history what not.

2nd Chapter is where the Canon story begins and starts to diverge. This is more of an experiment on fiction writing so I won't make this like most Code Geass fanfics where it's all drama and suspense. I would like to say it's mainly a comedy but me being honest here, I'm not that good of a comedian.

Not sure about pairings, though I am a fan of LuluxKallen or LuluxShirley. I might decide on one once I'm more deep into the story and comfortable on choosing. Might even make it a Harem cause personally, I think Lelouch needs more than one Maiden's love to heal his heart and open it (or rather because I'm a degenerate that wants to see him go to pound town)

Current rating is M for language and possible future scenarios. Will change it accordingly in the future. Spoilers in this fanfic. The OC has in-depth knowledge of Code Geass and information will be spoilt throughout the story.

I do not own Code Geass. Code Geass is owned by Sunrise, Goro Taniguchi, Ichirō Ōkouchi and Clamp. Please support the official release.

"Lelouch Vi Britannia orders you" Speaking

'Lelouch Vi Britannia orders you' Thinking

Chapter 1: The Day a... New Demon was born?

I have no idea how this happened. That's a lie, I have some but they're just theories at the moment... One day I was just your ordinary guy going about his business, then suddenly, BAM!, I'm the exiled prince from my favourite childhood anime... Did I just get transferred to another world or am I having a coma dream...?

"HE MUSTN'T DIE!" With that declaration, the green haired lady leapt in front of me.

Bang. A loud crack in the air. Hearing a gunshot was not like in the movies. It was painfully loud.

I stand there motionless as I see the person who took a literal bullet to drop to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

"...What the fuck?" was I could say in response really. You would too if you were in my shoes.

Buuuuuuuuut I think I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning.

At least the beginning of my current predicament. First off, I'm not from here and I don't mean regionally.

A few hours ago

"See ya tomorrow, Jason!"

I wave back at my friend who had just entered the public bus. I stand there watching as the bus leaves my sight and don't move till making sure I got my earphones. Securing them in my ears, I turned around and started heading towards the nearest MTR Station.

'Spent quite a lot on Shisha today.' I thought with a grimace. Thinking back about just how much I smoked today made my chest ache.

'I'll just ride the train back instead of taking a taxi.' I could have walked home but it was humid as hell today and I'm wearing jeans.

After plugging my earphones in and pressing play on my android, I go through the motions and mindlessly head back home. By the time I reached the platform I had chosen the playlist of music I was going to indulge myself in then start... imagining. It started off simple enough.

Listening to I'm Back by Mick Gordon, I saw myself as a Boxer, weaving and moving through a wave of faceless mooks. With every dynamic beat from the song, I imagine landing a critical slam on a punk who goes down. Every lull in the music makes me subconsciously move my shoulders to the beat, dodging Straights and Body Makers coming my way.

I do go to Boxing Classes but I could never be as graceful as I was in my head. It demoralized me to the point where I didn't take the sport seriously, always having the excuse that I could have made it if I put some effort in it but didn't. All because I was afraid of a little failure-.

That thought instantly broke me out of my fantasy and left me with a bitter taste in my mouth and no it wasn't because of the Tobacco I smoked from earlier.

I pulled up my phone and skipped through several songs, quickly looking for something to take my mind off of what I had just thought.

I went through a few Anime OST classics like Raising Fighting Spirit and Number One but they didn't fit my mood. A few esoteric soundtracks almost were the ones I felt like listening to but they didn't have the 'ompf' of what I wanted.

Giving up on finding the "Perfect Song" as I have almost reached my station, I exit my playlist and search through my phone's music library. I realized my folly when remembering I had over 3000 songs downloaded so I just swiped to the albums section.

No one in my life knows I do this often, that the reason why I have an overwhelming amount of music was because imagining things while listening was my biggest stress reliever.

It's quite a relaxing mental exercise if I say so myself. That being said, I do sometimes catch myself completely self-aware of what I was doing which made me all embarrassed and stuff. 'Chuunibyou' was what my brother called me. I cringe at the thought just remembering how I used to be in Middle School. I didn't know what that word meant until after High School.

Despite the relentless teasing I got from my sibling, I still do it regardless but hey, it was my take on meditation and it worked wonders for me.

'Let's see, Overlord, Sengoku Basara, Kill La Kill, Witcher. Yea let's go with that one today.' I scrolled down the Netflix's Witcher Soundtrack I bought and found an irregular track.

'Wait a sec, that shouldn't be on this playlist. Oh, it's Colors.' Colors by Flow. A notorious song from a famous Japanese Rock band. Memes were about it mostly due to how catchy it was. Jibun Wo and all that.

'Man I love that song. Been a while since I watched anything related to Code Geass.' Since Uni if I had to guess and boy was that a nostalgic period in my life.

Deciding that this was the "Perfect Song" for my way back home, I hit the repeat icon and let my head bob to the beat. By the time the song goes on it's 3rd repeat I've already left the train station. Finding that the song was no longer satisfying me, I went on YouTube so I could watch some Code Geass segments.

I watched the 1st Opening of the 1st season. After that I found the "best Lelouch moments" video and let that play.

It had the greatest hits; Lelouch rejecting Emperor Douche's plans of Planetary Assimilation, his reasons as to why Nunnally's smile was precious, Lelouch and Shitzaku teaming up for the 1st time in Kyushu and the revelation of the Zero Requiem. By the time I heard Lelouch's last words I found myself in my apartment.

There's not much to it but home was home. Knowing the area I do now, I was extremely lucky to get an apartment this size with the rent being reasonable.

A spacious living room that's pretty much filled with consoles and game discs with a 15x10 inch Curved Plasma TV mounted on the wall. At the corner, next to the sofa is where I place my Blu-rays as well as the Blu-Ray player. I got a nice open kitchen where I cook my meals. It wasn't like that in the beginning though. It used to be small and cramped as hell. Only big enough for a single person in the room. The refrigerator had to be outside of the kitchen because of how small it was.

I had to get the whole thing refurbished so my mom would stop coming over daily. I didn't want to at first 'cause not only was the cost for doing so was high, I was also reluctant in cooking anything for myself. She was adamant that the best foods to eat were home cooked meals and by the 20th time she came over, I finally relented and re-did the kitchen.

By God I missed that woman. I love her but damn could she be overbearing at times.

The Master bedroom was where I sleep and maybe work if I got any left over assignments at the office. I had a second bedroom which I converted to a man cave as I was living alone. There, I kept a whole load of nerd paraphernalia: figures, board games, cosplay outfits ETC, you name it. It was the subject of much envy amongst my friends.

My bathroom had enough space for me to put a large cabinet in but no bathtub. It was one of those standing showers which I got used to over my many years living alone. To keep my bathroom floor from getting wet, I bought a batman carpet which complimented the DC toiletries I had in there. Superman clock, Flash toothbrush, Wonder Woman cup holder.

If you haven't noticed by now, I am what one would call a nerd or geek. I get confused on which category I fit in but the Japanese have a word for what I am. An Otaku. A self sufficient and working Otaku but an Otaku nonetheless.

Despite that moniker, I am content with how my life is. I may not have a girlfriend which was no true loss but I do regret my Momma didn't get to see me married. My thoughts turn sad as I remember the times my Mother kept pestering me about getting married.

All I ever said was "I'm too busy with work" or "Not interested in dating at the moment" or "the girls I know I have absolutely no interest in". Hell, I even said I may bat for the same team which my mother just laughed at, completely disbelieving me. A part of me died that day...

As for the reason for why my love life was pretty much non-existent? My job. My job as an IT Personnel. My salary was quite generous for my position and I even got a raise a couple months back. Due to a program I made for the company, I caught a major clerical error that if it wasn't discovered in time, there would have been a lot of people fired as a result. I was brought in one day and was thanked for my diligence. The manager told me that since my Department Head was moving to another country, I could try to apply for his job. I distinctly remember thinking 'I did want that Heroclix Brick.' when I applied for that position.

Anyway, the point was, I was perfectly happy with where I am at the company for over 7 years. Mom was never happy about that. She and I knew that I could have gotten a better position that paid a lot more but didn't.

She always believed I could have done better. Should have done better. Like most moms who unconditionally believed in their kids , Momma always kept pushing me to do things.

The reason why I'm fit in spite of my lifestyle choices? She kept signing me up for swimming classes, boxing classes, football clubs and I still go to a couple of them to this day. "A strong body is a strong mind, sonny." I can hear her reminding me from beyond the grave.

The reason why I not only know English as a language but also Mandarin, Cantonese and even Korean? Like her, I was a natural linguist and would retain any language if I practiced long enough. When I, being the foolish boy who wanted to make his mom proud, told her that she was expectedly ecstatic. Then everything changed when the tutors arrived. Dear God. The hours...

The reason why I know how to play 5 instruments? Because mom told me that the best way a man can get a girl was to grab her heart with art. That meant I knew the romantic instruments such as the piano, the saxophone, and the guitar. She nearly forced me to learn the violin and if it wasn't for the fact that I had talent in playing the drums, I would possess extremely calloused fingers. Weirdly though, no matter how much I complained, she was firm in the decision that I would learn The Guzheng. A typically Chinese instrument she had learned from her mother who learnt it from her mother before her. Can't complain as I got a really cool skill to show off.

So many things I was forced to learn as a kid and... I hated it. I loathed my mother for it. There was never a time where I could just be myself. Where I could just sit back and relax. I would often ask myself: "Why can't I just play with my friends? Why won't you let me have fun!?". Even now, there was a little part of me that still hated her for it but... I had to admit, as I grew up, I couldn't thank my mom enough. Especially when... never mind.

You'd be right if you said that this wasn't typical in America. That was because I lived in Asia.

That's not enough of an explanation? My bad. Here is how it goes here.

Here, not succeeding in school was asking for shit future. You fuck up in school, you fuck up in life. You are just one of the hundreds and thousands of kids who wanted to have a better future but being just good enough in 1 thing wasn't gonna get you shit. You had to be at the least: be excellent in 6 things, good in another 4 and just passable in the other 2. Those days, you couldn't succeed in school unless you had a plethora of skills at your disposal. A mad survival of the fittest and by God, I thrived in it.

So many skills I had learned as a kid, I found myself using as an adult and was recognized for it. I remember going to Japan, being paid to be an interpreter for a famous HK action star. He was so impressed with me he got his friends to use me as their guide whenever they went on vacation. I remember the accolades I got in High School for getting 1st place in the Inter-School swimming competition. The standing ovation I got when I was awarded the medal in the School Assembly. The first kiss I got when I caught the attention of my highschool sweetheart...

My eyes were opened when I recognized the last thing and after then I actively pursued other skills that I thought could be useful.

I learnt Japanese after discovering Anime in Middle School. Taught myself by reading the subtitles whilst listening to what they were saying on screen. Jotting down notes and phrases. What I couldn't do myself, I went online and signed up for classes.

Soon after I discovered cosplay, I found that it was a hobby I could get behind. That said, after some swooping around, I found that it was also an extremely expensive hobby. Or at least an immensely time consuming one if you had the skills.

It was expensive if you don't want to make your own costume and props therefore buy it online. Time consuming, if you don't want to spend hundreds if not thousands of dollars of cash and just make it yourself. Seeing as I didn't have that much money personally, and no way in hell was my parents gonna fork over the equivalent of $900 buckaroos, I practiced the skills I would need for cosplay.

My mother didn't object because the skills I wanted to learn were transferable to other aspects of life.

Sewing is so explanatory I won't even go on any further but to give you an idea, "You can fix your own clothing and not waste your money on buying new ones." You can guess from who I learnt to be stingy with money from.

Sketching, drawing or coloring, took a lot of convincing to do. I was able to do so when I mentioned that they would be handy if I ever wanted to go into design. Mom heavily rooted that idea. It wasn't until I told her how much I earned from a single art commission on twitter did she realize just how much money I could get out of this.

Next was crafting which thankfully my school had a subject on. Design and Tech it was called. I learnt a bit of woodworking which aided me in the future; craft cheap but meaningful presents for friends. I also learnt how to make foam armor out of Ethylene-Vinyl Acetate otherwise known EVA Foam. I gained my hands on Worbla in the second last year of High School. The first few years cosplaying was a blast. I wonder how Mia is doing in Japan.

After placing down my bag and getting my outfit ready for tomorrow, I turn on my TV and load the 1st Season of Code Geass. After watching just the segmented parts on YouTube I got the bug to watch Code Geass again. Whilst that was happening, I took a quick shower then dried up before dressing up in my boxers and a Votom's hoodie. I moved to the fridge to get the snacks and beverages I'll be devouring while watching the anime. After getting comfortable on my sofa, putting my phone on silent then placing it in my pocket, I press play.

'Ohh, forgot that C.C. was watching over Lulu even back then when he was a kid.' I thought as I started munching on the popcorn.

'Ah the opening, no matter how many times I listen to it I never get bored.' Even after all these years, I never stopped loving it.

"If the king does not lead, how can he expect his subordinates to follow, man that's such a cool line." I rolled my eyes when remembering that I set that catchphrase as my MSN header.

'How the hell does Kallen not notice Lelouch? I mean even if it is dark, won't her peripheral vision pick something up?' For the plot, duh was the unhelpful answer from my brain.

'God, Suzaku is such an idiot.' and I still hate the prick.

'Damn Cornelia's still hot as hell.' I blinked owlishly when I realized a lot of the female anime characters I liked had purple or violet hair. Haman Karn, Yoruichi, Cornelia and Oboro.

'Ah crap the landslide, wasn't Shirley's dad at Narita? Too much of a coincidence if you ask me.' I got my phone out and started researching on that. I remember reading something about that.

'AND VILE-ETTA GOES DOWN!... Now that I think about it, Shirley as a Yandere would be scary as fuck.' I shuddered for a bit as I could easily see her going down that path if she cracked.

'UGH! Mao, that piece of shit. Although... I wonder what it would be like if he joined Lelouch's side?' There weren't even fanfics about that scenario happening, dude can't catch a break.

'Right SAZ next ep, SKIPPING THROUGH THAT! I have had enough heartache in my lifetime. Don't need no more mmhmm.' I ignored the image of a certain person I dated that flashed in my mind.

'HA I love ORANGE! I wonder if the writers made him secretly loyal to Lelouch so they had an excuse to bring him back.' Speaking of oranges, I ran out of OJ.

'annnnnnnd Season 1 done, what time is it? ... huh Only 1AM. I guess I have time for Season 2, meeting up with

Nicholas in the afternoon anyway'. As I continue on watching the 2nd Season I go back to the fridge and restock on my snacks.

What. I felt like treating myself.

By the time it reached the climax of the last episode my eyelids became increasingly heavier by the second and my mind started to drift off into Hypnos' embrace. By the time of the credits, I was starting to imagine myself as a character in their universe: joining the Black Knights, helping Lelouch on his journey, falling in love with a certain redhead...

'hmmm that... that would be nice... no regrets if that becomes true.'

'Blacked out for a bi-... huh that's weird... Usually when I dream I don't realize it till I wake up but... this feels... 'real'. I mean there's a void surrounding me and I can't hear a thing but I can still think coherently. Must have tired myself out to the point where I can start talking in my drea- WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?'

A sudden hit draws me out of my slumber, a smell of stagnant water and iron infiltrates my nose. My body slowly awakening from what it feels like, a thousand year old coma. Loud discomforting noises scream from all directions, and I swear I can hear sounds of a loud pop going off in the distance like a machine gun. My eyes finally open to see myself in a warehouse surrounded by Caucasian people in weird outfits... pointing their rifles at me?! The one in the middle grinning at me like I'm prime steak!

'what... the hell?'

"Any last words boy? We'll make sure to deliver them to your family and tell them you died like a Britannian. Hell, It will go something like this. We've reached the Terrorist's hideout and successfully wiped them out. Unfortunately the hostage had died from torture by the time we found him. Signs of struggle were evident on his body and judging by what happened to him he died fighting, I'm sorry for your loss. What do you think, Mr. Student? Quite a sad tale, no?"

"W-what?" was what I replied with. Could I get a re-do? For last words, that was pathetic.

Just as the grinning man was about to squeeze the trigger, I saw a flash of green run right in front of me then screaming out loud.

"HE MUSTN'T DIE!" Bang then splat.

I think a bit of brain matter just landed on my cheek.

That same green figure now flops to the floor beside me, a bullet wound right in the middle of, from what I now realize, her forehead where an all too familiar sigil was resting.

"Oh well, the order was dead or alive anyways. I'll just say she was shot by those Eleven Monkey's." The men next to him let out an assortment of snorts and quiet laughter.

"what the fuuuuuck?" I dumbly spoke aloud.

"Too bad, she died in vain" They ready their rifles and set their sights on me, I feel a sudden jerk on my arm and my vision goes white.

'You don't want it to end here, do you?' An ethereal voice asks me in a whisper.

"...WHAT THE FLIPPIN FUC-"

Hi there, my name is Jason Jung Ehn Everett. I'm a 25 year old male born to an American Father and a Korean Mother whom I love very much.

I have an older sibling who I am quite close with. My hobbies include watching anime, reading manga, cosplaying and listening to music.

I'm a Mid Level Office worker with a decent salary. I don't have a girlfriend but I have friends who I can call family.

I am currently now somehow A CHARACTER FROM AN ANIME THAT I LOVED BACK IN HIGHSCHOOL AND PANICKING THE FUCK OUT!

(1) Chuunibyou, Literal translation: Middle School Syndrome. A period in a person's life where they truly believe about certain aspects of a Fictional Japanese Animation show. Depending on the severity of the case, they act like their life is an anime or just certain parts of it. Such examples may include having 'magical' props to use in everyday life, Angsty mood to get attention, that they're life is interesting as an anime. Some people usually come out of this phase as they get older though they look back in embarrassment. Others though mellow out and incorporate it in their hobbies.

Author's Note: Sorry for the constant deleting and Uploading. I'm still new to using this platform. I seem to be uploading the initial drafts instead of the final. Hopefully this will be the last of it. Again, apologies for this.

Author's Note: August 29th 2021 - Fixing up Plastic's pacing.