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So by now most of you know what an SI is. And aside from Ignobility by Slayer Anderson, there's a lack of Code Geass on here.
Thus, I'm diving in. I will warn that this may or may not be a serious story. Just sit back, enjoy, and think of Pendragon.
Edit 2/1/2017: With credit to my writing group and partners, particularly The17th Immortal, who has done alot of the editing and fine tuning.
Edit 2/5/19: We now have a cover image! Original link: /s_hida/status/1092726797823664129
Edit: 3/27/19 Thread title has officially changed to the R2 title. Please read all of R1 before starting R2.
Codes and Geass R1: Embracing Your Inner Megalominia
Turn 1.1: Birth of a Troll.
I awaken in a featureless void, seeing Lelouch speaking to CC. Holy shit, I'm in Code Geass!
...OH FUCK, I'M IN CODE GEASS! Given how Murphy seems to hate everyone in this show, I'm understandably nervous.
As you should be, a voice echoes.
...I've just been ROB'ed, haven't I?
Correct. Zero Requiem wasn't nearly entertaining enough for me. So I grabbed someone to try and steer Lelouch to a better ending. CC will get the memo that Lelouch has been changed a bit by C's world.
Aside from stopping the Sword of Akasha? Try not to die too early.
...Well, since I'm already screwed either way, FUCK YOU ROB!
A booming laughter echoes in my ears.
I do enjoy the smart-ass ones. Don't disappoint me.
I feel myself yanked from my corner of wherever the hell I was, and thrown into Lelouch.
If you've ever watched a washing machine or a dryer in action, that's a good start for what happened on a metaphysical level. Lelouch, me, it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.
Good thing I still look like Lelouch or this would get really fucking weird later.
Oh yeah, Clovis's Royal Guards. Should probably do something about that. That, and they killed CC. You bastards. I chuckle to myself at the terrible joke.
"What's so funny, schoolboy?"
I straighten up. "So here's a question. What should a Britannian who hates his country do?"
"Are you some kind of radical?" He points a gun at me.
I don't know if it's Lelouch being fucked in the head or me, but frankly, I don't have a problem with these guys dying.
Plus, the innocent people they killed deserve some entertainment.
"No. But, you'll probably wish I was in about 5 seconds." I hold a hand over my eye. And then pull it away with a flourish as my brand-new Geass switches on.
"Lelouch Vi Britannia commands you. Do a kick line dance for one minute, then kill yourselves."
Red eyes. Red eyes everywhere.
"Yes, Your Highness!" the captain yells with a salute.
The entire Royal Guard squadron dancing in a kick line. About the only thing missing is the French cancan music.
I pull out my phone and record this. Possibly incriminating, but can you honestly tell me you wouldn't do the exact same thing, given the chance?
Bang, bang, bang. And the dance is over.
"It's showtime," I say, taking a stage bow.
Annnd there's Villetta, right on cue.
Next part coming soon!
