Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own code geass. (secretly hoping I do)

This story happened when the emperor was assassinated


"Yawn"

A boy of roughly eleven years was busy scribbling down his homework in his room.

"Why can't the teachers take pity on their students and ease the workload they give? Aren't they informed that the pitiful children they torture have their own lives? Arrrgh! I wouldn't finish all these by tomorrow."

Thinking that his battle with the enormous pile of homework was futile, he decides to leave it as it is hoping he would be able to copy the work his friends had done tomorrow.

He stood up and stretched his long arms. This boy with green eyes, brownish hair and slim figure was Johann, the crown prince of Britannia. A lazy boy with a body that shows he hasn't engaged in any strenuous activity at all, with a face that would probably swoon all the girls he meets and a brilliant mind that would rival that of his teachers. Yup! a typical prince all right.

He stared at the ceiling, thinking about what happened earlier.

Father, the emperor, was so busy recently that he barely had enough time to see his son, me. All because of some idiot who wanted to show off and conquer the world. He was supposed to come home early today and spend time with me but that seemed to be an impossible task. I know his responsibility and aware that that burden would also be passed unto me as well. *sigh* Just thinking about it make me tired. I was bored and disappointed at the same time so I locked myself in this room, the only place I took refuge, and decided to tackle the monstrous pile of homework that is starting to take up massive space in my study table.

Dropping out of his reverie, he shook his head and realized that his throat was very dry.

"All that working and thinking made me thirsty, I think I'll call the butler Arakawa. Hey! Arakawa-san!"

Hearing no reply, he called again. He wasn't used to being ignored.

"Hey, Arakawa-san! That's strange"

Annoyed, he went out of his room. The palace was dark and he found it very odd. Usually the palace was lit and the butler would always be seen bossing the other maids. He walked down the stairs and stepped on something sticky, round and hard. He tried to determine what it was and picked it up. What he saw scared the living daylights out of him. It was their butler's severed head.

"Aaaaaarrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhh!"

Someone grabbed him from behind and pressed a handkerchief on his face.

"Shi%, this scent….. chloroform"

He struggled but it was no use. Feeling the chemical taking effect, his eyelids starts to close and all forms of strength left his body. In an instant he was unconscious.

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