Code Geass: Duty of a Nobody
AN: The following story is just a trailer. I haven't really done anything with either Code Geass or TMNT so, a little feedback is appreciated.
My life has been anything but normal, I've known that since the day I was born. Who am I? I'm Nobody.
A figure stands on top of a building in a black hooded ninjutsu gi with a red sash around the waist with matching bands at the wrists. In his hand is a tanto blade, which he sheaths at his back. He leaps from one rooftop to the next at incredible speeds.
Seven years ago, I went by another name, Lelouch vi Britannia, one of many children in line to the throne of Emperor Charles. Until that fateful day: A squadron of terrorists attacked, killing my mother and crippling my sister Nunnally in the process. My father refused to look into the attack for whatever reason. When I demanded an explanation, both Nunally and myself were banished from the palace and stripped of our birthrights.
He lands in a back alley, where he's greeted by a guy in his late teens/ early twenties. He had brown hair and was clad in the white uniform of the local pizzeria Alberts. "Here you go L-Man, and tell Mikester and the others I said hi,"
"Will do Woody." He takes the stack of four pizzas, a salad, some snack cakes, and three drinks from him, exchanging for the paper money before going back to the rooftops.
As a political favor, we were sent to live in Japan, under the care of Prime Minister Kurugiri and his son Suzaku. This however only lasted a month as Britannia invaded, taking Japan for themselves and renaming it Area 11. With Nunnally on my back, we tried to escape the carnage. Only we were attacked by a small assortment of Japanese soldiers who blamed us for the attack. Fortunately, we were saved by the five would become our new family.
As Nobody leaps from one building to the next, he smiles under his mask, seeing four figures come up to him.
These five, were four turtles and a rat. 15 years ago, a man named Yoshi Hamato, nicknamed Splinter of the Hamato Ninja clan was forced to run after his longtime friend turned enemy Saki Oroko alias the Shredder, lay waste to the dojo. While hiding in the sewers, Yoshi stumbled upon four baby turtles who had fallen into a strange glowing blue ooze. Upon touching them, the ooze got onto Yoshi, which caused the five to mutate. Yoshi was converted into a rat, while the turtles grew into human hybrids. Through his teachings, Yoshi taught the turtles everything they know about ninjutsu, which was passed onto me.
"Alright guys, you know the drill, keep those pies away from Mikey!" Nobody cackled, throwing the pizza boxes like Frisbees.
"Like you got to tell us twice." The first of four turtles laughed. He leapt at the food. This one wore a blue mask around his eyes and had a lean, yet powerful build. Sports tape was wrapped around his ankles, upper arms, and wrists. He wore a belt with a few pouches on them. Dangling from this turtle's neck was a yin yang symbol pendant. On his back are a pair of katanas.
This is Leonardo, basically the leader in blue. Out of all of us, he's the best at being a ninja. Leo's the one we always see mediating, but that doesn't mean he won't go skateboarding with us.
"One side please," Using a bo staff, the second turtle vaulted at the others. He's the thinnest turtle, with a small gap in his teeth. He wears a purple mask, with leather belt and a bandolier modified to store his staff on his back. On his wrist is a modified tablet like device.
Donatello is the fellow with a way with machines. He's the smartest guy I know, always looking in to improve our equipment with parts we salvage from destroyed Knightframes.
"Thank you!" The third turtle, the bulkiest of all, forced himself over Donnie. He has several cracks and chips in his shell, several of which that were covered in duct tape. He had arm and knee braces, heavy wrapping around his legs, and a pair of sais holstered in his belt.
Raphael, out of all of us, he's got the most attitude. A real hot head, but also a softie. Not that he'd say anything.
"Thank you!" A grappler swung out and grabbed one box. His turtle was chubbier than the others with freckles on his face and an orange mask. He wears knee and elbow pads with a belt that has several more pouches than the rest. Holstered in them is a pair of nunchucks. On his back is some orange paint.
Michelangelo, he's, well, one of a kind. Our goofball, but surprisingly good with grapplers and nunchucks.
"Move damnit, move." Raph ordered. Raph jumped at Mikey, stealing the box. The team of five ninjas landed at a nearby manhole cover and popped it opened. Entering the sewers the five ran down the path, one that led to a staircase. Upon arriving at it, Lelouch pulled out a key fob. Putting it to the wall, a secret passageway opened up.
At night, the five of us protect the slums of Area 11. I'm the face man of the group, giving the illusion there's only one vigilante. This way, people aren't afraid of four giant reptiles roaming the streets. For one day, we will take down Britannia. Not just for the damages Charles has done to the two of us, but the whole world. We watch and wait from the shadows. Scouting out potential allies throughout the multitude of rebel factions throughout Area 11.
The list of people who know we exist is a short one. The first is Woody, the son of a pizzeria owner. We met rummaging for food one day and we became fast friends. The other is Sayoko, an old friend of Master Splinter's who helped myself and Nunnally when we escaped the Britannian invasion. She and sensei meet up regularly for a chess game. Nunally goes to school under the alias Nunally Lamperouge, while I stay behind being homeschooled.
"Honey, we're home!" Mikey called out happily. The ninjas in training were home, a place they called The Lair. It was an abandoned bunker located underneath a decrepit church in the outskirts of the slums. The bunker had an escape tunnel into the sewers should problems arise. The Lair was primarily a large open concept room, to the one side had three levels leading to several dozen bedrooms, most of which were storage rooms. To one side, was the kitchen/ dining area with a long island that held many chairs. Near it, was the TV with a large three-sided sectional.
The opposite side of that, was the dojo. Complete with traditional Japanese flooring, various posts, punching bags, and all sorts of equipment.
"Hi guys," Nunnally smiled, rolling over in her wheelchair from the dining area, having set the table. When they first came to Japan, the trauma of her mother's death caused Nunnally's eyes to remain closed for some reason. Through use of his meditation and chi practice, Splinter was able to restore her sight.
"Lelouch," The firm voice of Splinter said from his room. The rat man walked out, a serious look on his face. He was tall, with black and white fur and rat features. At his chin was a small tuff of white fur, like a goatee. He was clad in a red robe that hid most of his body, sans head. In his hand was a long black and green cane. "Well?"
"Of course, sensei," Lelouch pulled out the item in question: a package of chocolate cream stuff cupcakes. A treat Splinter happily took.
"Nuh uh, no cake, you remember your last cholesterol test?" Donnie snatched the snacks away from Splinter's paw.
"But, but," Splinter gasped, then turned firm. "Donatello, I am your master."
"Nice try sensei, you can still be my master, but with low cholesterol." Donnie said firmly. As he put the package away with the others, Mikey discreetly handed a second package to Splinter.
"He never sees it coming," Michelangelo whispered.
"A ninja's greatest weapon is deception," Splinter chuckled quietly.
As the family sat and ate, the radio played on one of Mikey's favorite stations. However, it was quickly interrupted by a chime and an announcement.
"We bring you an important announcement from your Viceroy, Prince Clovis, third prince of Britannia." A female announcer said over the airwaves.
"What could that half-brother of yours want now?" Raph asked annoyed.
"It's obviously a recall notice on shampoo. They couldn't get the volume just right for his hair." Mikey joked. What the family didn't know:
"I'm not making an address!" Clovis said shocked to his secretary. Clovis was making arrangements for a gathering he was planning tomorrow and hadn't the time to make such a statement. Now, one of his assistants was telling him someone had hijacked Britannia radio and TV transmitions.
"Greeting people of Japan," A dark voice said, one that frightened Splinter.
"Sensei?" Leo asked shocked.
"It's him," Splinter gasped.
Mikey dove for the remote, turning the TV on. Instead of a royal anything on screen, it was a man clad in a black full body outfit with chainmail arms and legs. He had gun metal gray arm bracers, chest, and leg armor with a series of angled blades attached to them. The back of his hands had two razor sharp blades. Most of his facial features were covered by a matching mask and helmet which covered all but his menacing eyes. The helmet draped over his ears, while the crest was sort of a three-pronged ember. Behind him were several ninjas clad in black and red uniforms. "We are the Foot Clan, true rulers of this once great land."
"That's the Shredder?" Mikey asked worried. "He looks more menacing than you described him," Nunally soon became scared at this.
In a large mansion across the country, a teen girl with red hair watched on from her bedroom. A blond woman stood off to the side, while a brown haired maid kept scrubbing the floors, frightened of her Mistress.
"Who is this guy?" Kallen asked worried.
"For too long, Britannia has boasted strength, forced its ideas onto us, but no longer. For today, I the Shredder, make this claim: we will destroy Britannia, and mount the heads of all its royal family members to our wall."
Many watched on, not believing this. Two of these watching from a bar were Villetta Nu and Jeremiah Gottwald of the Pureblood Faction. A group of Knightmare pilots that protected the Royal Family and peace.
"He's bluffing, what a fool this Shredder is," Villetta scoffed, taking a drink.
"And to those who doubt my claim, may I introduce our special guest: Schneizel el Britannia!" Villetta spat out her martini at Shredder's comment.
"No, it can't be," Jeremiah gasped. Several Foot Ninja moved, with three of them holding a man down to his knees. This person was wearing a burlap sack over his head. When removed, it was indeed the prince in question, albeit with a few cuts and bruises on his face.
"Is it him?" Leo asked Lelouch.
"It is," Lelouch reluctantly nodded.
"You damned bastards." Schneizel gasped, spitting out some blood. "When my father here's about this, you will feel the full wrath of the Britannian Empire."
"I'm counting on it," Shredder said calmly, slashing Schneizel's throat.
Several people watching, including Clovis, Nunnally, Villetta, and Michelangelo screamed in horror as Schneizel el Britannia died at the hands of the Shredder.
"We will not be denied our right, Japan is not a number, it is not a prize to be won. It belongs to the Japanese!" The feed was cut at Shredder's declaration of war.
"I'm not the only one here who thinks Shredder won't stop here too, right?" Mikey asked worried.
"Not even remotely my son," Splinter admitted worried.
"I have several questions," Donnie brought up concerned.
"How did this happen?" Clovis panicked, asking what Donatello was actually about to ask. "Not only did some 11 hack into a Britannian system, but they also kidnapped and murdered one of my more experienced siblings. Why is this the first I'm even hearing of this? Why haven't we heard anything from the Homeland?" Unaware, the scientist, Lloyd Ashupund was watching from a distance.
Meanwhile in his secret base, Shredder was cleaning his blades of the royal blood on them.
"Master Shredder," A ninja said, bowing respectfully, a phone in hand. "Kraang is on the phone."
Shredder stood up and accepted the call. "Kraang, I take it you saw my performance."
"A wonderful one at that," A voice said with a sloppy sounding slur. "I just called to tell you Traag will arrive with the anti Sakuradite weapons on schedule."
"Good," Shredder sneered.
So, here it is, I'd like some feedback to the concept. The more the merrier.