The Curse of Living
Disclaimer: I do not own Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion R1 or R2, which Sunrise on the other hand, does.
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If history was a fickle thing, then time was the master of all that was fickle and everything in between. After all, what has changed men, women, and the earth they live on than time? Tokyo was once a japanese city, trampled beneath the heels of a mighty britannian army. Again war wruck havoc and destruction, twice if sowed death and injury, both by a vengeful soul using the war as a means for an end. Today, the city had changed, from a clear britannian taste to one of surprising height and decor with a distinct japanese styling that had been suppressed for so long. It was quite clear that style of building had come back with a vengeance. Mega-skyscrapers brushed the clouds deep in the sky, almost rivaling mount Fuji in size and magnificence.
Smaller skyscrapers stood on the cusp of the mega-buildings like the edge of a fully blossomed flower floating in a calm river. hundreds of minuscule houses descended and spread about the edges of the mega city, with rolling valleys and recovering forests interacting with the scene. Ashford Academy still stood as a private school, with students mainly of britannian descent attending. Landmarks had not changed, though the headquarters for the former brittannian military were taken down and rebuilt to hold the new government.
All was well.
Especially for one Kallen Kozuki. At the moment she was busy kissing her husband-now-to-be with ferocious passion to general applause. From the corner of her eye, she saw her mother sending a slightly disapproving eye at her, all the while clapping as hard as she could. Nunnally gave her a full blown smile, and Zero behind her merely giving a single nod of acknowledgment. Kallen let a happy smile grace her lips as she tossed the boutique of flowers into the air. It flew with great hieght and descended slowly much to chagrin of the many overexcited girls as they dove over one another for the chance to take the prize. To her amusement and slight surprise, a middle-aged woman like herself caught it, vaguely familiar eyes giving her an appraising stare as she handed it to an even more maddeningly vaguely familiar young man with shockingly emerald eyes, kissing him on the forehead, much to general amusement.
The young man had the decency to blush and decided to mutter under his breath, the corners of his lips twitching nonetheless.
"Who are they?" Asked Rai as he coaxed another kiss from his bride, "There seems to be a lot of unfamiliar faces here."
Kallen pulled her lips from his own as she focused on the maddeningly familiar face of the young man, whose face she could not quite place, "They could just be here for the food, y'know."
"And the one on the left," pointed out Rai as he brushed his gray-colored hair away, "He looks like me when I was a student."
They watched as the young man headed to the table groaning under the strain of so many gifts, leaving a single small blue box wrapped plainly on top of the pile. Almost as though he had sensed their eyes on him, he turned facing Kallen specifically and gave them a smile and bow. She turned to Rai, eyes uncertain, "He does look a bit like you..."
"Nevermind him for now," chided Rai, "Time to open presents, we've been standing here for too long."
She nodded and moved, hand in hand, to the pile of presents gifted to her by dozens of semi-royal britannians and her family and friends. Jewelry, dresses, baby things, books, antiques, filled her lap. Soon she and her husband were owners of a mansion in France, and an island in the Caribbean. Stunned, and slightly disgusted, by the wealth, she turned to the single box left by the young man no one else had noticed, save for vague acknowledgments from Nunnally and Zero, (Of which then everyone started agreeing, even if they had no idea what they were talking about.)
The small blue box was addressed to her, in an intricate cursive she recognized from her days in the Order of Black Knights. One that only one person ever wrote in a way that could not be forged. Ripping open the box, she found a recorder and an gleaming ivory music-box. The recorder clicked as she picked it up.
"Live long and prosper."
She looked up and met Nunnally's eyes, whose hopeful expression cemented into belief.
Everyone else were thoroughly confused, except for Zero's, whose eyes were masked and could be seen. Nunnally extended her hand to Kallen, a smile bubbling to her face, "About the dinner invitation I sent..."
"And will be attending," finished Kallen as she clasped the proffered hand. Rai, still confused, nodded.
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"That was awfully risky of you," said C.C. as she savored the slice of cake. The two of them were far away from the wedding now, but neither didn't want to leave without a taste of the cake. Good and well-made confectioneries were so hard to come by these days.
"Ah. But as an old friend, I had an obligation to make," Lelouch said, chuckling his evil chuckle,
He glanced at his older companion and lessened the dramatic evilness of his smile, allowing his more humane and clever side to bubble up to the surface, "Now, about that dinner date I promised you..."
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Part 2 will be up tomorrow or the day after, thanks for reading!