AN: Chapter Two! Done! I spent my whole of St. Valentine's on this, so please be grateful!
WARNINGS: The fic may push the ratings of T to the limit, nearly reaching M. In fact, I may just change it to M, due to "the joke". Read on and you'll understand. Also, a pathethic attempt at bloody (literally) humor around 2/3 in. Some may find it disturbing, so prepare yourself just incase. Others may find it silly. Expect severe OCCness at times, breaking of the fourth wall and Karmic Intervention (read: Author Punishment) around the middle onwards to the end. Oh, and some minor uses of Japanese.
Note: I took the time to write my thougths on the nature of Geass itself as a monologue of sorts. Check the scene breaked by "LOLFORESHADOWING" to see it. Hence why this chapter is titled "The Nature of Geass".
NOTE OF EVEN GREATER IMPORTANCE: I HAVE A POLL UP! I dunno if it will come up when you click my profile, so if it doesn't, tell me in a review and I'll make a note of them next chapter... or hell, this same chapter as an edit.
NOTE 3: If anyone is annoyed by my scene breaks, tell me and I'll change them for next chapter...
DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN CODE GEASS OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS, THEMES OR LOCATIONS. Only this story, which is pure fiction, is of my property.
"Let'z Shake!"
-- Dr. Letz Shake
Milly Ashford felt… unsure, she thought, was a fairly fitting word to describe how she currently felt.
On the one hand, ten minutes ago, she had received a call from her former schoolmate and fellow member of the Student Council, Lelouch Lamperouge, now revealed as a Prince, and recently instituted as 99th Emperor of Britannia. That was definitely something that she did not expect, nor did any of her fellow schoolmates. Strangely enough, during that broadcast were Lelouch revealed himself; she felt as though she should have been expecting something like it, but why? She had no recollection of Lelouch ever declaring himself to be royalty prior to that day, so why did she feel less surprised than what she should have been?
This eventually led Milly to think back on the occasional blanks in her memory she sometimes found, and the times she found herself looking at a visage of what could pass for a female Rolo, blind and in a wheelchair, superimposed on the image of the younger of the Lamperouge siblings. She couldn't understand why, and when she, on a whim, commented such topics earlier to Lelouch, was confused when he requested that she bring Rivalz with her, in a much more subdued tone. Which brings us to Milly's cause for unease.
Lelouch had asked for her to coordinate the upcoming St. Valentine's Festival. That in itself, was a shocker. During the Yearly Celebrations (which included a number of huge, country and city-wise, festivals, each carefully coordinated by a select few), the only people with higher authority than the supreme coordinator of the whole thing was the royalty. Even military commanders were forced to obey their authority if the coordinator asked for it. Milly, for all intents and purposes, had become one of the most powerful people on the planet for the next week.
She had agreed, after a few rounds of convincing from Lelouch. She was a little troubled due to time constraints (after all, she had only a week to plan out the Festival), but Lelouch had assured her that not only would she count with the most willing, talented and flexible of assistants, but also his full-backing as Emperor of Britannia; money, manpower, influence, resources, everything. He had also reassured her that he trusted her, that if there was any person currently alive who could create a memorable and entertaining party in the least amount of time possible; it was her, Milly Ashford. And he was not just asking for a party from her; it was a full-scale carnival, and she will have the best available to her to make it the best one possible.
Thus, after agreeing to meet the next day, and to bring Rivalz with her, (she had no idea how she would go from Area 11 all the way to Britannia in less than 24 hours, but Lelouch had mentioned a new experimental jet that he had prepped for his use sometime before he left Area 11, which he would inform it's pilot to expect her in the next following hours), she had set off to pack her belongings, informing Rivalz that the Emperor requested their presence before the day was up, and called her parents, telling them of her conversation. Although it took a few minutes to calm them down, they were willing to listen once Lelouch's name came up. To make a long story short, once they trusted her claim ("Well, not exactly trusting it—what would happen if His Highness were to learn of this? He wouldn't be too happy, that's for sure! Hee hee hee! Sorry, mom! Sorry, daddy!"), they gave their consent.
Thus, as she waited for the car commissioned by his Highness personal vassals to come pick her up (and for that Rivalz to show his hide here), she began to deliberate on how to make this Festival a memorable one. Normally, ideas would come floating into her head, but she had to be professional, for once. She was supposed to make a gigantic one this time, and would have a ton of minio—, I mean, assistants to help her. It wouldn't do to just pick the first random idea that came to her, nope, no sir! It would never d—!
"Ooooh! I just got the greatest idea!" An excited Milly though, smiling mischievously, "Hmhmhm! That Lelouch… You sly dog you, I just have the perfect idea. It's St. Valentine's after all, and that means that everyone's got a shot at love that day. You've been sacrificing your happiness for far too long just for the sake of your brother, Emperor or not. I'll make sure this is one St. Valentine's Day you will never forget!"
Thus, as Milly totally contradicted herself and her thoughts without even a moment of hesitation, she scrambled for a pen and a piece of paper to start planning her new evil schem—, err, I mean, her plans for the Carnival, she idly thought.
"Hmmm. I wonder if that green-haired lady that I've seen hanging around Lelouch's is still with him. She'd better be, or else all my plans will be for naught! Just you wait, "my Emperor"… Hahahahahahaha! Wahahahaha! Bwahahahahaha, ahahahahahah— hack!, hack, koff! Guhg, ugh…"
-- Oh dear… Will someone bring her some syrup…? And a cup of herbal tea, while your at it. We're sorry for the inconveniences. While Milly recovers from her coughing fit due to sustaining an evil laugh for longer than what is healthy, why don't we break off her segment here, and focus on our poor victi—, ah, ahem, protagonist… Yes, that's the ideal word, protagonist! Back to Lelouch! --
----LOLPOORLULU-LOLPOORLULU-LOLPOORLULU-LOLPOORLULU----
Smiling contentedly, the Emperor of Britannia closed of his cell phone and relaxed, getting comfortable on his chair and proceeded to look over his domains. While it took some convincing, he was eventually able to get Milly to agree to become the coordinator. It was mildly troublesome, but nothing a genius of his level can't do. Now all he had to do was inform the Geass'd pilot of his experimental jet (Yes, that was not a joke) all the way over in Area 11 to go pick up Milly and Rivalz and take them here.
Back before the Black Knights betrayed him, he had planned to use a special jet plane to help him travel. Originally, it was intended to match the Knight of Three, Gino Weinberg's, Tristan Knightmare Frame in combat, spec by spec, complete with the capacity to transform from a fighter jet to a Knightmare and back. Eventually though, the idea was discarded since it seemed that they would need to heavily modify the existing Yggdrasil Drive schematics in order to allow the Frame to achieve full performance, as well as the need to built a special mechanism to allow the conversion between modes. Besides, even Rakshata Chawla herself was pretty busy with the rest of their logistics and equipment, and there was also the lack of a pilot skilled enough to maneuver the Frame. He doubted Kyoshiro Toudoh or any of the Shisei-Ken would be willing to be separated just to pilot a novelty Knightmare, as it stood. And to take the Guren away from Kallen was a fool's errand.
Thus, the idea was abandoned, though it still incorporated advanced technology, enough to put most of the current flight planes to shame. Under an alias, he had it refitted and converted to a personal transport jet, manned by a crew who had sworn their eternal loyalty to him (courtesy of his Geass). All that was left was to give it some passengers for it's maiden voyage, and Milly and Rivalz would be perfect for that role.
"This is the life, definitely." He thought. Soft and refreshing afternoon breeze, calming sound of the waves as the water caressed the shore of the lake, the sound of footsteps as they made their toward him, the Cheese-Kun who had just appeared in front of h—!
"WAAAAAGH!" Lelouch jumped ten feet into the air as the accursed plush toy appeared out of nowhere just as he opened his eyes to once again take in the scenery. Damn that witch!
Sure enough, C.C. was visibly restraining herself from laughing at him. As it was, she got credit for only cracking as small smile before schooling her own expression to her usual deadpan.
"You look as if you've just seen a ghost." She mocked, hugging her Cheese-Kun to herself.
Lelouch, meanwhile, was currently trying to avoid having a heart attack. It took him five minutes to snap himself out of his stupor before he rose to his full height (which towered over the rather diminutive witch by more than a full head) and looking down at her, figuratively and literally speaking, a glare fixed on his face. "You Witch!" , he screeched, "What the hell is with you and that toy!" Needless to say, Lelouch was not vey happy.
C.C., for her part, looked up to him with nary a flexion of her features, instead continuing with her usual bored expression. "What, is it my fault that the one of the most powerful men in the world is not aware of his own surroundings? You got to get you act together, Lelouch. People of your stature soon become the target of murder attempts. All it takes is for you to piss off the wrong person, and someone will be after your head before you even realize it." She showed true seriousness—and just the slightest sign of concern, if you looked hard enough—as she spoke.
He nodded, previous jest forgotten. As Emperor, he would be responsible for an entire Empire now. He was forced to think for the best of the nation… But in order for his plan to work, he would also need to become somewhat of a tyrant. For now though, he was free to do whatever he wished.
Remembering about Milly, he quickly took out his phone again and dialed the pilot all the way over in Japan. Discussing a few details with him, he ended with giving the pilot the command to relay the locations of Milly's home to the men who would be assigned the task of picking up his former Student Council fellow mates. All the while, his accomplice watched him with an amused look in her eyes. She strode to his side as he finished his call and pocketed the phone.
Lelouch spotted her out of the corner of his eye, and as he finished talking, he turned towards the lake. Witch and Warlock stood side-by-side as they gazed together over the expanse of the scenery.
They stayed together, enjoying a companionable silence for a time. He stole a furtive glace at her, and was once again amazed at how beautiful a sight she made, when just the slightest hint of a smile showed on her face. He smiled as well, before looking back towards the horizon…
Unknown to him, C.C. had spotted his glance, and she was smiling because of an entirely different reason…
-LOLFORESHADOWING-LOLFORESHADOWING-LOLFORESHADOWING-
"Whenever do you plan on telling him my consciousness survives still, C.C. dear?"
"Whenever he plans on asking of course. I still have a little trouble believing your still not completely gone, Marianne."
"Well, if it makes you feel better, I couldn't believe it myself. I thought that we were goners for sure when Lelouch somehow commanded God itself to erase us from existence. Looks like only my long-standing link to Anya through my Geass saved me, although I doubt I'd be able to take command of her body again unless she allowed me to."
"Are you perhaps implying that Charles is not gone completely?"
"…Partly. Much like myself, his consciousness lives on in another. I have reason to believe it's Lelouch."
"Oh? And why is that?"
"The only way to kill someone with a Code, is to remove the Code and take it for yourself. The Code would then absorb the Geass, thus eliminating the ability and granting immortality. However, for the full process to take place, the Code Bearer must first die, in order to begin life as an immortal. Even so, you can still see the Geass Crane sigil on some place on the Code Bearer's body even before the "First Death". That place is typically where the previous Bearer also had that sigil. V.V., and then Charles, possessed the sigil on their hands. However, as we vanished, I noticed the absence of the sigil on Charles's hand. And as we recently had contact, I did not observe the presence of the sigil anywhere on Lelouch's arms."
"So? What is your point? I know all this already. It WAS me, after all, who told you all that."
"I believe, C.C., that Lelouch somehow absorbed the Code from Charles, without manifesting the Code on his being. This could mean that the Code was lost somehow, or that it combined with Lelouch's Geass as a side result of directly interacting with God.
…If that were true, then should Lelouch die, he would not only gain immortality as Code Bearer, but would also retain possession of his Geass. In theory, it would also dramatically strengthen his Geass, to the point where the Geass of the Absolute Order would become the Geass of the Absolute Power. Lelouch would become a God."
"H-How? ...No, wait. Since the power of Geass is, in actuality, the power of the untapped human potential, absorbing a Code and it somehow combining with Geass would awaken all possible forms of that potential in Lelouch's psyche. He would truly become the ultimate being... All that power in the hands of only one man! What a frightening concept... Code Geass..."
C.C.'s eyes would have bulged out of her skull, and it was only because of her practiced years of keeping a deadpan face that Lelouch did not notice her amazement.
"But still, that would not explain how Charles's consciousness would survive within Lelouch."
"In actuality, it does. That is rather simple, compared to our own theory. Code Bearers maintain a special link to the mind of those who have received Geass from them. That much we know. Because of the nature of my Geass, as well as my situation, it formed an even more unique link between us, which allowed us to communicate, as well as allow my mind to coexist with your own. Since Charles's Geass left a deep mark on Lelouch's psyche, it also created a link between them. Add to the fact that Charles's sigil entered into direct contact with Lelouch's being, whilst his Geass had reached maximum level, and it gives me reason to think that all is left is for Charles to manifest soon. Lelouch will not enjoy that concept, I'm sure, and will come for answers…"
"…Which will probably mean I will have to reveal your continued existence. It will be troublesome to explain it. Can't you do it yourself?"
"Well, I can't take your own body. I could speak through Anya, but you'd have to enter in direct with her. We don't know where she is…"
"Hmm… Couldn't you influence her to come seek us out herself? Last time I remember, she seemed desperate in getting people to acknowledge her memory, as well as trying to keep track of her own self. If you could somehow convince her to seek us out, maybe…"
"…I'll see what I can do. Right now, though, how does it feel to stand next to the Emperor and his most trusted advisor?"
"Nice, I guess. Since I'm going to be publicly recognized as his personal aide, of sorts, I won't have to hide like before. And I get free pizza!"
"You always got free pizza. You just got it at the expense of another."
"Well, now I get pizza 100% free of charges. It's good to have free access to the Emperor's personal phone line."
"Enjoy it while you can C.C. Something tells me that when Charles appears before Lelouch, my son's not going to be pleased. At all."
"…Like I didn't already know that."
"Oh well. How goes the proceedings of Zero Requiem? Are you all going to go through with it?"
"Yes we are. He's resolute. You'd have better luck forcing him to forget Nunally than to get him to change his mind about it… In other words, he'd laugh in your face and spit in it, before probably using his Geass to make you do something utterly embarrassing, then throwing you in a cell and torturing you before finally being killed by carrion beasts and raving rabbits. Then get that cat—Arthur, I think was his name—to take a shit on your corpse for good measure… Then poke you with a 10-foot pole. And beat you within an inch of your life, again, if you're still alive."
"…Oh my. He's not that extreme, isnt' he...? …Wait, don't answer that. He always did even the craziest things, for Nunally… Are you sure he doesn't have a crush on her? Oh, speaking of, how's Nunally?"
"…Uhhhh…" Was all C.C. could say. She had never bothered to mention Nunally in the couple of conversations she's had with Marianne ever since learning she wasn't all gone.
Immediately suspecting something was wrong, she asked of C.C., tone suddenly cold, "C.C., dear. Where. Is. My. Daughter?"
"I had nothing to do with it, I swear!" C.C. would have been sweating bullets had it not been for the fact she was standing next to Lelouch. Even if Marianne was willing to risk her children for the Ragnarok Connection, she still loved her children dearly. In that regard, she was much like Lelouch in the sense that you would be screwed nine different ways to Sunday without realizing it until it was much too late for even getting on her bad side.
"Oh? What is it, dear?" Her tone was extremely sweet. Like plaque-inducing sweet. The kind of sweet tone that served to indicate the recipient of the following words was now royally screwed.
"Eh… Eheheheh… Well, you see it's like… You know… I was just, kind of there and… well, she kind !"
"…"
"…Marianne…?"
"C.C…"
"!!!"
"KONO BAKAYAROU!!!"
"GAAAAAAAHHHH!!"
---------LOLPOORC.C.-LOLPOORC.C.-LOLPOORC.C.-LOLPOORC.C.---------
"C.C.?" Lelouch spoke in slight unease as suddenly the atmosphere turned cold around him. He couldn't explain it. Suddenly, as they were overlooking the palace grounds, he felt a strange sense of doom overcome the general area around them. It was not necessarily aimed at him, but rather next to him. So it was with a sense of foreboding that he turned to look at the woman beside him.
Her head was bowed, in a way so that her emerald bangs covered her eyes. She was also shaking all over. The hell? C.C., normally unflappable deadpan master, shaking on her boots? Lelouch did not know whether to take a picture with his phone and laugh, or turn around 180º degrees and run for the hills in complete terror.
C.C.'s head suddenly shot up and looked at him. For but a moment, her eyes were blank, devoid of life. It only scared him further. Then, with a blink, her eyes returned to normal… well, no they didn't. Instead of her usual look, she had a look of mischief on her face. Not exactly unheard of from C.C., but totally out of character to do so just from nothing short of shaking out of fear.
"Oooohhhh, Luuuuluuuu!"
Now it was Lelouch's turn to shake in fear. Who the hell was she, and what did she do with C.C.?! Regardless, he had to reply, fast!
"…Uhhh…, yes C.C.?"
If anything, her expression suddenly mixed with a touch of craziness. ("Shit, is it possible to feel this much fear?!") "Oh, nothing! Nevermind good ol' me! I just got the need to work off some frustration!" With this said, she turned on her heel and headed straight for the nearest tree.
With a wide grin on her face, C.C. began to bang her head repeatedly against the tree. She did not stop, even when she began to bleed. She banged her head again and again, until her head caved in and her lifeless body plummeted to the ground in a spectacular show of gore. All the while she held a wide grin on her face.
Lelouch was scared out of his soul. Had it not been for his amazing ability to stomach such things, he would have pissed his pants long ago. As it was, he congratulated himself for not fainti—I mean, valiantly standing up to things not for the weak of stomach. Managing to stare blankly at C.C.'s corpse, he suddenly got an idea to take his mind off the recent show of an out-of-character C.C.
With resolution, he allowed a bit of the closet pervert we all know he was to show through his smile as he bent down over C.C.'s body and moved to play a prank on her as payback for using his credit cards to order so much pizza almost two years ago…
LOLWTHNOWI'MJUSTBEINGOBNOXIOUSAREN'TI?WELLDEALWITHIT!
Having played his prank on C.C., he attempted a pathetic one in trying to be heroic by bringing C.C.'s corpse to the palace on his own. Eventually succumbing to his own physical unfitness, he collapsed along with C.C.'s body, thoroughly spent, breaking into a massive sweat. Luckily not drenched in blood. He had the decency to wait for her head to reform itself before carrying her. Anyways, just looking at her lie there peacefully reminded him of the hell he just went through.
SO, it was with great pain that our poor Emperor called his Knight of Zero for aid. Not 5 minutes had passed before Suzaku arrived, entering into the scene by flying in with his trademark spin kick, blowing a nearby tree clear off the ground, violently uprooted. Oh, the joys of the willing suspension of disbelief…
"You called for me, my lord", Asked Suzaku, who had settled to kneel before his Emperor. It was a statement, not a question, and he could tell due to the amused glance his Knight shot him.
Choosing to ignore his insolence, Lelouch extended his hand to him. Suzaku took it, then helped him to his feet. He then pointed to the heap of green-haired female flesh on the ground, which is commonly know to the public as "C.C.", and gave Suzaku a pointed look. Getting the bigger picture, he knelt next to the Gray Witch and picked her up, before starting for the palace, C.C. thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and an irate Emperor who's eye was twitching sporadically. Truly, so long as the audience got the chance to see something awesome, their willing to believe anything—
*BAM!*
"Nani?!"Suzaku turned around to be treated to the sight of an out-cold Lelouch, who lay sprawled on the ground, a comically exaggerated bump sticking out of his head, and a suspiciously guilty-looking brick, which was not on the general premises last time he looked. Casting a suspicious look around, he carefully knelt next to his friend and picked him up. Seeing as he was still alive, and no bomb had suddenly detonated as some form of karmic backlash, he shrugged, smiled and continued on his merry way like nothing happened, both Emperor and Witch thrown over his shoulders.
"It is around 6:00pm", Suzaku idly thought. "If what Lelouch said accidentally over the phone was true, then Milly and Rivalz should already be here in Britannia by now."
Meanwhile, all the way over to the other side of the huge walls that separated the Royal Palace from the rest of Pendragon, Anya Aelstreim—or rather, if you bothered to be specific, it was currently Marianne commandeering the body—smiled as she heard a satisfying thump. Violet-Red rings surrounded her eyes, which instead of their usual, pinkish color, where now a deep violet.
"Oh, Lelouch dear. You should know better than attempt to break the fourth wall against the author's wishes."
Turning to look towards the invisible fourth wall, she smiled:
"Isn't that so, Author-san?"
-- Quite correct dear. Thank you for the favor, Marianne. --
"It's nothing. I take it my sudden control over Anya's body suggests that the next chapter will feature flashbacks?"
-- Correct. At least two, to more precise. One will be a feeble attempt of humor describing what was Lelouch's joke. The other will describe how you came to control Anya's body… As well as to how the hell you got here. I may also do another to better explain some aspects of the story. --
"I see. Then I guess it's best to lose consciousness now so the patrols find this body?"
-- It would set up for next chapter, yes. --
"Ok! Makusarete!"
-- Actually, Marianne… --
"Yes?"
-- It's fine to use Japanese every now and then, but don't overdo it ok? I'll be forced to translate what it roughly means now, and I know some people don't like too much of it in their lectures. Secondly, you broke the fourth wall too. You know what that means right? Of course you do. --
"Kuso!"
*BAM!*
Anya's body collapsed to the ground, as if it lacked bones of any kind. A gigantic bump was on her head, much like poor Lelouch. Another of those suspiciously convenient bricks was next to her body.
The guard patrols would eventually find her body and carry it to the palace, having recognized her as a Knight of the Round. She would only wake up some time after Lelouch did.
Speaking about, let's see how he's faring in his dreams…
LOL!,SOI'LLTRYTOLAYITOFF!
Lelouch was dreaming. He was sure he was. What other explanation could there be when one moment he was dreaming of owning a personal harem (which consisted of the many hot girls he's met over his life), then suddenly find himself falling down a rather psychedelic typhoon of colors. Had he been epileptic, he might have suffered from a seizure, but as it stood, he was falling down the long colored tunnel with a bored look on his face, arms idly crossed as a book he was reading a week ago materialized in front of him to provide minor entertainment.
When he was finally getting to the good part (read: A sex scene), he crashed to floor, leaving a comical imprint of his body on the floor. His leg twitched a couple of times before going limp.
Charles Zi Britannia stared blankly as his son lay on the floor. When he finally began to tire of waiting, his son started to compose himself and ceased his kissing of the floor. With an almost childish expression of excitement on his face, the late Emperor hid behind a conveniently placed wall, peeking out to look at his son.
Lelouch stood up and looked around. Where in the world was he? Apart from himself, the gray marble floor and the suspicious wall raising from the ground, it was white all around him. Plain white as far as the eye can see.
Charles chose this moment to step around the wall and give the biggest scare of his life to his son. Or he would have, had Lelouch not suddenly turned around with a "BOO!" on his lips.
Charles gasped in surprise and tried to take a step back, but ended up stepping on his cape and tripping, falling to the floor with enough strength to shake the world around them.
Lelouch looked at the sight of his father struggling with his own cape, on the floor, trying to disentangle himself. He palmed for his phone, and found it was not on his person. Sighing in disappointment, he choose to be the good Samaritan and helped his father to his feet. Getting a small grumble of thanks, he looked expectantly at him.
Father and Son looked at each other, Lelouch with a disdainful expression, Charles with a serious one.
"Well? What the hell are you waiting for? And what was THAT just now?"
"Hmph. It has been a while, my son. Forgive your father for attempting to indulge himself when he's been spending the last few weeks in this god-forsaken place, alone, without anything to do." The irony of his last sentence was not lost on him as well.
"Last few weeks? If I'm correct, it's been 2 days since I commanded God to get rid of you."
"Yes well, a week passes here for each day that passes on your plane. And it will continue to do so until we link fully."
"Wait, what? Link fully? The hell are you talking about? And where is "here", anyway?"
"Why Lelouch, "here" is a spiritual plane where we can meet only due to special circumstances. You do know how your mother used to talk to C.C.?", getting a nod, he continued, "Well, it's the same. "Here", is your mind. And I can see everything you see, and I must say that you got both your father's tastes for jokes, and his tastes for women. Good show Lelouch!"
Lelouch could only look blankly at his father, before what he said fully registered on his mind. How he wished he could knock himself out.
As if to comply with his wishes, out of the blue his father handed a brick to him. Giving him a look of understanding, his father stepped back.
*BAM!* *BAM!* *B-B-B-B-BAM!*
Stumbling a bit, he looked incredulously to the pile of dust that used to be a perfectly dangerous brick.
"I pity you, my son. Your father had to experience the same. You can't lose consciousness here. I mean, you already are unconscious!"
"Okay… Let's just sit down, and talk about how the hell you're here, why the fuck I'm even considering this, and how I'm going to get back at the author for this cra—!
*BOOOOM!*
Staring in disbelief, Charles looked on as his soon somehow was hit out of nowhere by a giant version of the brick he had handed to him earlier. Landing perfectly balanced on the current Emperor's head, the gargantuan brick split down the middle, giant cracks showing, before turning to dust in an instant.
"…Ow…" Was all he said before falling unconscious in his own unconsciousness.
"What the… Hey! Didn't I already explain about how those things are not supposed to be possible?!" Yelled an outraged Charles.
-- Willing suspension of disbelief, remember old chap? --
Getting a look of realization, he hit his open palm with his right fist. "Oh! Right, right. I forgot."
-- Glad we can understand each other. And now… --
*BOOOOM*!
Take what happened to Lelouch, and double it for poor old Charles. He was out cold before he even began falling to the ground.
-- …That. So you see, I can't have people breaking the fourth wall at every turn, know what I mean. Oh how silly of me, you can't hear me. Oh well. Stay tuned for the 3rd installment of The Crown of Love – Preparing for the Festival. Hope you enjoyed it! --
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"Did you find it pleasing. Question Mark."
-- Speaking style: Dr. Letz Shake.
A.N.: And that's a wrap. What was your opinion? I had a lot of fun writting this chapter, though what I'm worried is how you people will take to my abuse of some of my favorite characters! I'm half expecting a mob of rabid fangirls to form up outside my house, with pitchforks and torches and everything! Anyways, please review! Don't hesitate to inform me of anything you didn't like. No flames though!
As I told Marianne, now I'll have to give a rough translation of each piece of Jap. that made it through. One I got off Wikipedia. The others are from my experience from watching anime.
- Shisei-Ken: Four Holy Swords: The group consisting of Toudoh's four most trusted subordinates and platoon commanders. They all possess impressive skills in Knightmare Piloting and are experienced and disciplined soldiers. They along with Toudoh are a circle of friends, all trusting each other, but above all, loyal to Toudoh to an almost fanatical level. They have learned to work together, perfectly in tandem, to crush oponents with frightening ease. They consist of Nagisa Chiba, Kosetsu Urabe, Shogo Asahina and Ryoga Senba.
- "KONO BAKAYAROU!": Roughly means "You big idiot!".
- "Nani?!": What?!
- "Makusarete!": Roughly means, "Leave it to me!"
- "Kuso!": Dammnit! Also, can be taken as "Shit!"(the more accurate and obvious word would be "Shimmatta!")