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Kallen Stadtfeld, Knight of Ten
Imperial Capital Pendragon, recreation centre
Two weeks after Lelouch's accession
"…There's a guy behind that building right there, to your ten."
"I see him."
"Throw a grenade through that second-floor window."
"I'm out."
"Oi- by that hill to the right, he's gonna fire a rocket- nevermind. I mean I did tell you to watch out."
"Can you stop… back-seating me?" Offended, Kallen was taken back in confusion as Anya brushed off her helpful tips for the video game she enjoyed.
"Wow, rude."
"Are you serious?" Anya shot back the most humourless and deadpanned glare Kallen had ever seen.
"Alright, geez, sorry about that. Don't get your panties in a twist." Kallen sarcastically apologized, patted the shorter knight on her shoulder and left her to suffer alone in an intense multiplayer experience.
"We can play together later, not right now."
"Cool, we'll do that."
Kallen casually strolled across the room drastically customized to Anya's whim, everywhere she could perceive was filled with many forms of entertainment throughout the ages and a substantial mess along the floor to go with the clutter. Being careful not to trip over a loose cable or step on some lost pieces of Lego, the bored knight jumped over a long sofa and landed in front of a television broadcasting some show.
"You were this close-" The greedy occupant of the couch gestured with her two fingers nearly touching. "This close to getting a slice of pizza thrown in your face."
"As if you'll ever waste pizza as a projectile."
"…Tch." A busted threat later, C.C shoved Kallen to the side and retrieved the plate of triangular goods from where she almost landed.
"-Want a drink, Kallen?"
"Sure, send it." A can of soda sailed over her head and Kallen barely managed to snatch it before it bounced off the mattress. "…Good aim, Rivalz."
"Sorry." The blue-haired student idly shrugged once and turned his attention back to the airing show.
"Rivalz, I actually wanted to ask. What is it they have you do here?"
"I dunno, Lelouch said he'll make me the official celebration party organizer, but I don't think that's a real position."
"Huh, I guess there are jobs even you can do, the more you know."
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean!" Rivalz riled up a bit, but otherwise said nothing more.
"What do you think of Lelouch's whole Emperor thing? Not surprised at all?" Kallen ignored his reaction to her offense and asked.
"I'm definitely surprised at first, but then again it kinda makes sense. I mean the guy is like a super genius, what's a claim to the throne added on top of that." The Knight of Ten wiped her lips while musing the Ashford student's answer. It never occurred to her that connections to royalty could be so casually dismissed, but in retrospect, she wasn't the right person to seek opinions on Britannia's line of succession.
"Well, you go have yourself a good time here. It definitely beats being stuck in an empty school."
"Yeah… mostly, except for Milly though." Hearing his melancholy, Kallen nodded in agreement.
"You worry too much, boy. She's an adult now, she has a job and future away from the rest of you." Not sparing the pair a glance from her pizza, C.C. interjected.
"Right, thank you, Miss… Lady… C?"
"Just C.C. is fine, I won't feel antagonized over an abbreviation." C.C. waved one hand leisurely, the other sending another wedge of cheese-covered dodge into the bottomless abyss.
"Miss C.C., sorry please remind me, who are you again?" That question from Rivalz was enough to snare C.C.'s curiosity.
"Let's see… I guess… I'd be his first consort. Out of how many? Who knows?" The reply from the tactless witch threw both Kallen and Rivalz into disarray, albeit for vastly different reasons.
"What-!? Wha-! No! D-don't lie you stupid bloody—! That's my-! I-it's not you, C.C.! I mean that's not who you're to Lelouch at all! Shut your mouth you goddamn—"
"-YES! Yes he did it! Let's go dude~! I knew Lelouch had it in him to land such a hottie! Oh man I gotta tell everybody- hold on I'll be back soon!" The overly-thrilled Rivalz spazzed out in total hysteria and blotted out of the room, his enthusiastic screams still reverberating endlessly in Kallen's ears. "-He's doooone it~!"
"That person… very loud." Anya remarked shortly afterwards, Kallen herself still stuck in perplexing bafflement as her brain calmed her inner frenzy.
"Huh, some people still care about Lelouch despite not knowing all of him, how about that?"
"Did you really do it? Did you really confess to Lelouch? Tell me the truth!"
"No… I'm just joking with you… or pranking you? Is that what we say these days?"
"…You're a bitch." Smirking profusely as she always did, C.C. showered in enjoyment after tricking a gullible Kallen.
Hilariously enough, the red-haired knight wasn't the only one tricked by the witch's blatant deceit. A dozen seconds later, the doors loudly slammed open for a rarely agitated Japanese to rush in, the confusing mannerism on display was a breath of fresh air compared to his usual unfeeling self.
"Is it true!? Did Lelouch really agree to marry you, C.C.!?" The extravagantly clothed pilot interrogated, his mood too distracted by his shock to properly read.
"Take a big, fat guess, Suzaku." Kallen stated as she lounged deeper into the sofa, not willing to give the scenario a dose of seriousness.
Suzaku stared into pure nothingness for quite a while, his sight unfocused and his rationale unclear. Kallen and C.C. were sprawling all over the large couch patiently waiting for a reaction to entertain their mundane hour, whether it was of disappointment or anger it didn't matter much.
"…Kallen, Anya, both of you get dressed, we're leaving." However, Suzaku douses the two bored girls in disappointment when he simply pretended the last one minute was erased from the timeline.
"What a mediocre reaction, I'm not amused."
"Whatever, just forget about her, Suzaku. Where're we going?" Kallen flipped over her cushioned seat as Anya dropped her game to join the group of Rounds standing by the doorway.
"We'll be attending Sir Waldstein's funeral." Kallen curled her eyebrows at the announcement that boggled her mind.
"The guy that you chopped in half three days back? His Knightmare exploded in midair, could they even recover the body? And why are we attending? We killed that freakin…" The hot-blooded Devicer paused her rant when she noticed a despondent Anya timidly backing away from the conversation. "Oh… sorry, Anya. I shouldn't be saying that kinda stuff, that was pretty insensitive."
"Anya, look at me." Suzaku crouched down slightly, bringing his line of sight to the same level as the younger girl. "Sir Bismarck was an enemy to our new Britannia. He was a symbol of the old Emperor's era and would've never welcomed a change for the better. I could not permit him to exist. I won't apologize for what I did, still, you deserve to know."
"It's okay, it's what happens to us." Anya said without malice in her voice.
"I don't want to kill unnecessarily."
Sure tried your hardest back in Tokyo then. A dark notion crept up from the corners of Kallen's heart, the scar inflicted by the pink mist of death still throbbed from time to time. Actually… that's pretty unfair of me, I gave him no choice.
"So then who else is going?" Not super interested in depression, Kallen continued the chat.
"All the Knights of Rounds in Pendragon and a select few of the military Generals Lelouch didn't Geass."
"Are there supposed to be a lot of them?"
"Yes, to both, relatively."
"Alright, I don't hate paying respect. Only the dead know war's end, or something, right?" On that note, the Knight of Six wasn't reluctant to depart either.
"-Wait, I'll also join you guys." A fourth person volunteered unexpectedly. C.C. was already primed to leave when Kallen turned around to shoot her a vague glance.
"You, wanna come? That's just weird."
"You forgot, I lived here with Marianne a long time ago. I knew Bismarck from back then, and he's a… fellow, should I say. I don't dislike him."
"If you really want to, Lelouch can be convinced." Whether Suzaku approved or lacked the apathy to care, C.C. didn't bother to take other's opinion into consideration either way.
C.C., the immortal Code
Imperial capital Pendragon, Imperial military cemetery
"Ready! …Aim! …Fire!"
A volley of blanks fired in union into the imposing blue sky above, a line of rifles held tightly in formation by honour guards of the empire diligently saluting the passing of an unparalleled knight who served the old Britannia. Thus, along with Bismarck Waldstein, another unassailable token of Charles' ear was put to rest.
Nonetheless, despite his rank as the Knight of One and Britannia's former greatest fighter, there was no thundering orchestra to hear or crying next of kin to comfort. Only rows and rows of seated soldiers spectating the moderate ceremony as they waited for their turns to pay their respects one last time before the grave would be lowered into the earth.
Farther away from the solemn ritual, a lone witch remained under the shadows of a giant oak tree, standing inconspicuously and giving off an aura of dullness to anyone who happened to catch a glimpse of her. However, for anything to be considered as worthy of her time was already a marvellous achievement, and C.C was offering a farewell in her unique way.
Fate sure can be a cruel mistress. Even in death, you'll never meet with Marianne, Bismarck. Don't get too lost in the collective consciousness. C.C continued to observe from afar, taking note of the events as they came.
The first ones to return from a final visit to the casket were the remaining Knights of Rounds; not included were its newest member, the missing Knight of Nine and the man who put Bismarck where he was days ago. Leading the group was a tall blonde male quickly followed by a darker-toned brunette and a shorter yellow-haired girl. Anya, whose name C.C. actually knew, tried her best to tag along but it was rather obvious from her fellow soldiers' formation that she wasn't very welcomed to join.
"We should've perished with Sir Bismarck… we've failed our only task." Eventually, the trio ditched Anya and just happened to wander by where C.C. was resting, she spun around behind the tree and didn't leave when they started to converse.
"Don't say those things, Dorothea. There was nothing we could've done, the difference in Knightmare potential is too great."
"And I'd have preferred death over disgrace, what's Lelouch planning on doing to us now? Torture us for information? Or publicly execute us to set an example?" The dark-skinned woman was clearly aggravated by her current circumstances, at least C.C. could relate to her desire for death.
"Lelouch won't do things like that, it'll ruin his whole image. All he's been doing is gaining public favour and popularity."
"Yeah, with the Numbers! He's destroying our culture and aristocracy left and right! Nobility is basically just a useless title now with all the restrictions placed on their authority."
"I don't think being able to pay or threaten your way out of court is a justifiable authority to have. And you know they're not called Numbers anymore." The taller guy with some weird braids was the representation of reason in the debate, C.C. could almost remember his name being Gino and his discussion opponent being Dorothea Ernst, Knight of Four.
"You've just made my point, Lelouch's ruining everything Emperor Charles built over his decades of power, and everybody is fine with it. No more ruling classes, no more Numbers, we're just about to become the Chinese Federations or the EU, where the pride of Britannia?"
"You're blowing this way out of proportion. If a bit of justice and equality for the world means the death of Britannia's spirit then perhaps our nation wasn't that stable to begin with. I believe that Lelouch is changing the world for the better, even if he committed regicide to do it."
"How could you become this soft, Gino!? We're the elite of the empire, Knight of Rounds! And you're just letting a usurper have his way with our tradition!? Unbelievable… -and you, Monica! Don't just stand there, back me up!" C.C heard a soft yelp followed by a wave of awkward silence, whoever the angry lady decided to pick on next wasn't a big fan of participation.
"…I've seen Emperor Charles do some questionable things when I was leading his Royal Guards but… he's the Emperor- or was the Emperor, and I'm in no position to question him. Or Lelouch… if nobody can topple his reign."
"…And that's it? You'll just serve whoever's willing to offer you three meals a day? Have you no sense of duty and loyalty, Monica Krushevsky!?" C.C. mentally praised the hostility of Dorothea and her ability at creating conflicts, if nothing else was virtuous about the woman.
"…Shut… UP! Shut up and piss off, Dorothea! I don't need this crap from you, okay!? I-I am just glad to not be in the bloody ground like Bismarck! I enjoy not being dead, is that too ridiculous for you!? Also, I've never agreed to this! Any of this stuff he suggested! I didn't want to see the Prince and Princesses in Cambodia and I didn't want to march on Pendragon! So just fuck off and stop dragging me through all of this bullshit!"
Another moment of silence, this one was infinitely heavier than the last.
"…Moe, sorry we never asked for your thoughts on this entire operation. You don't deserve this… none of us do, really." The voice of Gino was foremost about comforting the desperate knight, a sound sob bounced around the tree and towards C.C.'s ears.
"…It's j-just-! S-she got me! The Percival Devicer got to me, w-when she almost drilled me apart! I didn't think I'd be this- this spineless but I guess… I didn't even know my weakness."
"It's okay, Moe. You did your best, nobody can blame you for what happened. It's people's nature to want to survive and there's nothing wrong with that." Following the noises of ruffled clothing and hoarse snuffles, C.C could preserve the mellower nature of Gino's voice in a new atmosphere as the conversation was steered to a more personal angle.
"Look I… Monica- I… I didn't know that's how you felt—"
"-Save it, Dorothea. I'm not like you …fearless and undaunted. I'm just gonna… keep doing what I've been doing to stay afloat so far. Unlike you, I'll be grateful to Emperor Lelouch for still keeping us alive and letting us even attend this funeral that he decided to hold, for who he sees as an enemy of the State, no less."
The flaring unhappiness of the barely matured Monica was eventually constrained by her dignity and shame. What C.C. heard about her Emperor from the disgraced warriors had also been a cause of nosiness on her mind, and she couldn't exactly pick Lelouch's brain for every meagre idea. Although the most paramount bounty of her eavesdrop was a little comment on meeting princesses, as in plural.
"Listen, Dorothea. I totally empathize with what you're feeling, regarding the new Emperor and this whole case. But the truth is we can't survive on blind loyalty. We've all sworn an oath to our homeland and its ruler, now that only a part of our oath holds true, I think it's time to deem what is it we value most."
"…Gino, not you too…"
"I'm a knight of Britannia and I'll protect and serve her with my life, that is my vow. Emperor Lelouch is improving Britannia in ways I believe is for the better, and that's why if I must, I'll side with him. Of course… I also can't leave Anya alone, since she already made her choice."
"Of course… all you think about is Anya." Bitterness and animosity seeped through Dorothea's tone as she muttered venomously towards Gino.
"You're free to interpret it as you see fit. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go look for her. I think we've neglected her long enough."
"I'll go with you. Plus, if what that… red-haired woman said is true, I partially own it to her for still being here." Monica followed suit, her acceptance of Kallen's savagery was surprisingly swift.
"I think you'll like her… eventually. Kallen isn't even a bad person, really. And she's sorry about what she's done to you, given the circumstances I hope you can forgive her."
"I'll… I'll try, I guess."
Following Gino and Monica's brief planning on discussing what to do next, C.C. clearly distinguished two sets of footsteps pacing away and fabric scraped harshly against the tree's bark before thumping by its trunk. After that, the soft noise of weeping wasn't inquisitive enough to retain her interest, and so the ageless Code wandered back to where Lelouch rested in his shuttle.
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"You knew they'd fold under you, Lelouch. That's why you've been so lenient after capturing them to the point of even holding a funeral for Bismarck." Her accusation did absolutely nothing to change the teenage king's mien of tedious deliberation. Seeing her words were useless, C.C reached out with the hand holding a half-eaten slice of pizza and shoved it in Lelouch's face.
"What're you- s-stop it, stop!"
"C'mon boy, eat your veggies." Reluctantly, Lelouch took a bite out of C.C.'s favourite cuisine and somehow managed to chew while keeping the same vexing scowl undisturbed.
"This isn't vegetable, it's bacon and chicken."
"That's what makes you a picky eater." Shooting her an irksome glare, Lelouch leaned across the table they sat at in his luxurious helo and advanced his lips right up to hers, earning himself an exotic peek at C.C.'s face covered in surprise.
However, even though they came immeasurably close to a kiss, the young monarch was cleverly aiming at the last bite of crust hanging off C.C.'s mouth and stole it from right under her nose as he sipped it out through her flossed teeth. The immortal witch watched wordlessly as her king chewed on the chuck of bread coated in her saliva not a second earlier, and mentally admitted defeat to the boy's increasingly effective anti-tease tactics.
"-As I was saying, Gino Weinberg and Monica Krushevsky are most likely willing to work for you, provided that you don't do anything drastic. Dorothea Ernst or whoever is of Charles' mindset and may need a touch of your… correction." Quickly reverting back to the serious topic, C.C. wasn't sure if her normally bleached cheeks were taking on a new shade of red.
"Gino was never opposed to progressive ideas, I could tell from our short time at Ashford. And if the Knight of Twelve is so easily scared, then she'll be even easier to manipulate. As for the Knight of Four… I'll most likely follow your recommendation." Lelouch calmingly restated the facts, but his focus was still lost somewhere else in the abyss that C.C. couldn't pierce.
"And all of this, for the sake of strengthening your righteous new empire. Not wanting to take a few tries with Charles' playbook?"
"Tempting, but I'd like my Empire not to be in shambles by the end of the month. I have to delicately make the changes I need to make without overdoing it and leading to an uproar from the populace, tiring work, honestly."
"No ulterior agenda? How unlike the Emperor of Justice."
"I make enough splashes to keep Suzaku off my heels, but at the same time concerning myself with affairs he doesn't see."
"Regretting teaming up with Britannia's White Reaper?"
"Hardly, but there're times our objectives do not align. He's too hasty in his rush for the end goal, missing the forest for the trees. Villains without proper characters arcs are much harder to sympathize, and then ultimately detest. Besides, it's in poor taste to shatter a temporary period of peace even if it cannot last."
"Are you truly becoming a generous ruler? Or is it yet another ruse I cannot decipher?" C.C. pushed on, both verbally and physically as she tried to climb over the coffee table and into Lelouch's laps.
"I cannot speak of facts I do not know, all that I know is my destination have not changed. Zero Requiem is still my future."
"But it isn't a future you're willing to engrave into someone. It can't be Suzaku, nor can it be Jeremiah… could the person you hold on so tightly in the depths of your heart be… me?" C.C. alluringly scaled her way up Lelouch's body, mounting her legs over his and her chest softly pressed against his own.
"Are you looking for an answer you aren't ready to find?"
"Girls… enjoy being lied to, especially by men who can fool them." Their faces only inches apart, the air within Lelouch's private chamber tuned to the smell of earthly desire.
"I'm tired of lies, mostly yours."
Her golden orbs lingered on for an infinity, lost within Lelouch's lavender irises as his gaze crippled her iron-willed defense. It felt like only yesterday that C.C. sneered at the boy's attempt to ensnare her with his elegant charisma. Yet before she realized, Prince Charming already mastered the art of seduction, taught to him by none other than the witch herself. Even so, C.C. still prospered her womanly appeal brazenly at every opportunity, or else the reality of her dancing in someone else's palm would eventually consume her.
"You're welcome to come search for the truth… right here." C.C. captivatingly undid the restraints of her white gown around her breasts, offering Lelouch a glamorous gander at her flesh underneath.
"Nothing I haven't seen before."
"You can always take a closer look."
"What I can always do… is reject your enticement." Lelouch threatened mischievously, were it not for his grin as he spoke C.C. feared her subconscious need for affection would surface to destroy her guise.
Curse you Kallen… curse you. The green-haired witch couldn't grasp the exact second she grew so weak to Lelouch, but the former Black Knight's incitement certainly didn't help.
"You can… but you won't."
"Not for now." As C.C. started her campaign of invading his mouth, Lelouch pressed a few buttons on his armrest presumably locking the doors of his parked shuttle, not that C.C. would flat-out refuse spectators.
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"Lelouch… how long has it been since we last unwound like this…?" C.C. whispered her serene words into Lelouch's ear, the earlier ambience of friction and thirst slowly dissipated into oblivion after both accomplices satisfied their bodily desires.
"It has been quite some time. Our lives were rather hectic for a while now, it takes a lot out of me to keep up." The raven-haired tactician replied. C.C. wasn't unnerved by his gentle hands caressing her ravishingly silky locks as she refused to rise from slumping her naked body over his bare chest.
"Will that strain upon you only continue to proliferate?"
"It will, and it must."
"Why must it…? Isn't it enough…? Haven't you done enough for the world?" C.C whipped herself around and sat on Lelouch's lap once more, however its purpose was radically different from when she did the same thing prior.
"No, I still have a role to fulfill, I still haven't given everything I am for Zero Requiem. Until that day comes, I cannot allow myself to rest."
"Lelouch… you'll become a thankless martyr. The world will never learn of your ultimate sacrifice."
"And that's the way it's meant to play out, the world will watch the corruption of power consume a once generous king until all that's left underneath is a merciless tyrant. Once the delusions of a righteous dictatorship are shattered, the cries of the masses will again incite a spark for tomorrow. And again, Zero will be there to answer their call." It was the pinnacle of all scheme which was capable of fooling the entire planet, and only a man of utmost prominence could make it a reality.
"But your name… will forever ring hollow on the tongues of every person who hiss it. And your soul, will forever be condemned by the course of history…"
"That's a price I'm willing to pay, it's the price for my atonement."
"Lelouch… Lelouch… in unparalleled intellect he is to relish, yet he can be so stubborn and vexingly foolish." C.C. rhythmed her phrases in a tone filled with irony and woe, yet the king couldn't offer her words of comfort.
"It's what I must do, it is… my destiny as the man standing above all else, a king of solitude sitting on a throne of thorns."
"Is there… nothing I can say to change your mind?"
"C.C., we've all agreed on this. Please, don't let my preordained demise falter you. If you ask, I'll apologize verbatim about failing to fulfill our contract. But don't stop me now, not when I'm so close." Lelouch uttered, his voice so amazingly pleasant yet his message so ruthlessly cruel.
Swiveling the mask of an uncaring witch comprised of nothing but an endless collection of experience out of her emperor's sight, C.C. ground her sensations of bitterness and sorrow to fine dust as droplets of tears were impeded behind her golden eyes glistening under the soft light. From within her crippling sadness, she found the stark aspiration to savour what little time she has left with her unprecedented contractor, so maybe that would come a day when Lelouch's plan for requiem would receive its own encore.
"You claim to have accepted your predestined fate, but why do I spy someone on the centre of your inner-circle still unaware of her lord's plans?" C.C. reunited herself with her famed smirk as she drove the topic to a destination that stood sensitive to Lelouch.
"She's not ready for the truth, I'll tell her in time."
"Thus, the question becomes who is faster, whether you'll sentence her to a life of misery or she'll capture your heart while it still pounds inside your chest."
"If you think her affection for me will tremble my foundation… well, maybe you're not too far off the mark." Lelouch's confession only widened C.C.'s impish grin.
"You know your own weakness, boy. Consider me humbled."
"That isn't exactly news, I've always been keen about Kallen."
"Well, well… well. To reward your honesty, I'll divulge a plan of hers kept most secret."
"You really don't have to." Lelouch shot his witch a bothered glance that only served to tempt C.C. further into deviation.
"Too late now. Regardless of your wishes, you'll now learn that Kallen plans on confessing her feelings to you on the day you two first met." Letting loose an amused sigh, Lelouch squeezed C.C.'s lovely cheeks with two fingers for her to pretend to be upset.
"I see… it'll be almost two years since that day in Shinjuku, where our destiny began. Do you find her timing ironic?"
"It's almost tragic she has no idea we've known each other for just as long. Even more so that she's decided to share her plan with a most nefarious woman like myself, you won't catch me stopping my enemies when they're making a mistake."
"…C.C., I…"
"I will not hesitate. Lelouch, do you remember when I said that Geass was the power of kings which would condemn you to a life of solitude?" Even if the young ruler wasn't taken aback by his knight's endearment, the ageless immortal had another trick up her sleeves that was sure to garner some feedback.
"Are you here to tell me it's not quite correct?"
"I'm telling you… I straight up lied. Because I love you, more than anything in the world, more than you can ever imagine. And that has been the only truth within me I can rely on over the thousands of years of accumulated experience. I hereby confess I seek nothing more than a life of intimacy with you, where I no longer have to be by my lonesome in the flow of time. So please answer me truthfully, how do you feel about me?"
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Author's note
Wow, check out this sick rating change, not rated T anymore is it? Guess that means I can say the N-word all I want. I'm not totally sure if this chapter warrens a M rating quite yet, but being for mature audiences only will let me write more leisurely about all the ideas I have to put down. And everyone that reads this shitty story is now officially a big boy, congratulations.
I've heard many people say Lelouch's Zero Requiem isn't a good plan in canon and won't really work, and I somewhat agree with that. It depends on what he's trying to achieve, not just world peace, but also letting people move on from harbouring their hatred. Although I believe people will always have something to hate, it's impossible to evolve human beans beyond what we are. So I dunno wanna pretend to totally understand the philosophy behind it, but it's something that will alter over the course of the story. Not really a spoiler, but I don't got the balls to have Lelouch die at the end of the story, or I don't think I do.
I hope C.C.'s confession didn't come off as too OOC, writing C.C. is honestly difficult, like the second most difficult after Lelouch. (it's why I never take his PoV and probably won't ever, I don't wanna embarrass myself writing someone much smarter than me.) Because I can't really put myself in the mindset of someone who's over five hundred years old and died about as many times. In canon C.C. is mostly depressed at the end of R2 for good reasons, so I'm hoping that the changes in this story also alters her perspective on how Lelouch's mind can be changed.
I'm having some trouble pacing this story, to be honest. I feel like it's going kinda slow? Unless it's too fast? I have a roadmap roughly planned out in my head, but I'm too lazy to write it down so I often forget the details of what I want to write. I also go off on tangent writing down sudden ideas I have, it's kinda obvious when that happens, I think. I write detailed snaps of events happening that moves the plot forward and jumps to when it's next relevant to see the story, it's kinda a style of you can call it that.
For replying to reviews.
For bob115 talking about not adding the spinoff characters: Sorry dude but I'm gonna have to not do that, I like the cast for Akito and Oz. They're pretty chill. Also, I need to have a source of conflict or at least story progression to expand the time period between Lelouch becoming emperor and the literal finale so I think having other characters appear is kinda my cheat way of continuing to write an alright story without it getting too boring. Of course, actual good writers can probably make it interesting with just the main cast, but that ain't me now, is it?
So that's that. Next chapter will have some more stuff happen in it, I think it'll have a scene in Japan with Milly, or that's the chapter after that one. If you liked the story enough, leave a review. I won't seriously ask for them, but I'd like some opinions on the current state of this story, to kinda gauge audience interest and expectations. I'm always open to suggestions and corrections if you spot a low-IQ moment in the story or the grammar.
Thanks bye.
