The Lost Head of Britannia

The Lost Head of Britannia

AN: So here I am again with the third chapter. Code Geass is over (;;) so I want to end this story too soon. Of course, reviews help a lot in that. Keep it in mind!

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"You…you sadist terrorist!"

The furious scream of the 98th Emperor of Britannia reverberated through the collective conscience of mankind, otherwise known as World of C; this caused a few people all over the real word to turn around suspiciously, as hearing such an authoritative voice insulting a person in its own head can lead to doubts regarding one's sanity.

Zero's trademark laugh was not as loud as his father's outburst, yet it had a far more sinister edge that would have possibly driven mad any human unfortunate enough to hear it while in deep meditation. The black prince held a white-haired head firm with one hand and had a buzzing chainsaw in the other, which he managed with the discomfort caused by his lack of physical prowess.

Charles was about to insult him again, when he realized he wouldn't really benefit from verbal abuse and decided to try a different approach instead to try and distract his son from his dangerous intent.

"Lelouch, think about it, you're being unreasonable: you know perfectly well that my complaint about my hair obstructing my vision wasn't meant to be taken seriously, let alone to be intended as a cry for help! My momentary lack of a pair of prehensile thumbs doesn't allow you to compensate for it, especially not with such drastic measures. So now, please, put down the damn chainsaw!"

But as he expected, he only received a mocking rant as an answer, dripping with false kindness.

"Come on, don't be modest father, it's my fault after all that you find yourself in this predicament! It's only fair that I try to make it easier for you to withstand your…beheadedness, a word I just invented since I don't think it was ever needed before. Now prepare yourself for your new Lamperouge Total Haircut! Relax, you're immortal, remember? If something goes wrong you won't really need your nose… or something."

The Emperor was about to reply when the abrupt collision between his head and the glorified "razor" cut him short, in more ways than one. He grimaced and secretly shed a tear for the imminent loss of his elaborate hairstyle, which had took him so long to nurture into what had become during the years of his reign a dignified part of his majestic persona.

Candid hair was flying everywhere: amidst the storm stood the relentless figure of Lelouch vi Britanna, caught in the moment, whose movements were so fast that he would have made Marianne the Flash proud of him. But then he accidentally inhaled a strand of hair, which caused him to sneeze: the concentration was lost, his limbs became heavier… and something got chopped off.

One pained cry and several curses later, the prince was staring awkwardly at his father, who glared back at him with much more hate than before and with one less ear.

"Calm down now, Charles. It's not like you ever listen to other people anyway!"

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A few hours had passed since the little ear incident; father and son were getting really bored. Lelouch was starting to regret his decision of destroying the entrance to the mystical realm: he really had overestimated his endurance, because eternity was a very, very long time.

Charles, on the other hand, wasn't worried about being trapped there forever: he was mostly annoyed at his lack of a body and at Marianne's lateness. What was she waiting for anyway? Knowing her, she was probably busy chatting with C.C. or confusing the hell out of some other poor fellow. Or maybe she was having fun with some new body of hers… He shuddered at the thought. Messing with people's memories definitely wasn't as disturbing as borrowing bodies.

He glanced at his body again. He was sure that his head could theoretically reattach itself to the bust without too many problems. Not that his son would let him do that, at least for now. So he was basically stuck until Marianne's arrival… Suddenly an idea crossed his mind, a good way to pass the time while getting back at his son by messing with him.

"You told me earlier that I never listen to other people. I want to prove you that you're wrong; that's why I'll ask you to tell me about yourself. How was life back in Japan? How did your little rebellion come to be?"

Lelouch gaped at him with a shocked expression, while considering his questions. He was definitely checkmated at the moment, with little hope of regaining his former status, so it couldn't hurt to accommodate him for a while. Could it…?

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Charles was roaring with laughter.

"So let me get this straight, son. You just jumped on a random vehicle after an incident even though you knew you could not have been useful in any way! Then after receiving an intimate proposal from a random chick your hormones were raging so much that you decided it was a good idea to try and take over the world. Then you fulfilled your childhood superhero fantasy by commissioning the most ridiculous costume ever seen and geassed everybody who did not take you seriously because of it into oblivion. After that…"

"SHUT UP!"

"Aww, you don't take criticism well, do you?"

"Said Mr. Social Darwinist who brainwashed or killed every one who opposed him!"

"So your Geass is less brainwashing than mine, then?"

"Well, Ragnarok is even more brainwashing!"

"So you consider happiness to be something unnatural? Well, in your case it is certainly true."

"All the people who were close to me are dead or have deserted me."

"I wouldn't be so sure about it…"

"Shut up already! You're just a liar."

"You are a bigger liar who even hides behinds a mask. That's also unmanly."

"…"

"Thank you for the entertaining talk, anyway!"

Lelouch walked away, fuming inwardly and fighting the urge to turn the chainsaw on again. He would not show weakness against his defenceless father.

"When I'll become the next Emperor I'll personally disfigure each and every one of your portraits, you can bet on it." He muttered under his breath.

"I can hear you, son!" Was the mockingly cheerful reply from quite a distance away.

The startled prince looked down and saw the chopped off ear next to him.

"DAMN YOU, CHARLES!"

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Next Chapter: Next chapter? I'm honestly out of inspiration, if I don't get any more good ideas I may end it with a short epilogue. I'm always open to suggestions of course!

Disclaimer: Don't own Code Geass.

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