Well, I have to admit, I'm a little disappointed at the lack of reviews for my JoJo's Bizarre Adventure story. I will continue working on it, and hopefully it may become a complete story, but I thought I'd get this one out of the way first. It's something I've also been meaning to do for a while. Namely, a crossover with Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion.
There were a few ways I was going to do this, but the best story idea I had was, well, a post-Book 5 Harry taking yet another Veil-Assisted Transdimensional Pratfall into a crossover universe. Here, he ends up in Area 11/Japan, about a year before the events of Code Geass take place, though the story starts at the beginning of Code Geass, when Harry and Kallen are not only a couple, but Harry is a (mostly) trusted member of their resistance cell. While his mask and anonymity does seem to show him as another Zero, unlike Zero, who is a tactician and planner, Harry/Warlock is a spanner in the works. Lelouch and Harry will be sometimes on opposite sides, at least as far as how to achieve a goal is concerned rather than actual opposing sides. Oh, and Kallen and Ohgi (as well as Harry) will be aware of Lelouch's identity and powers from pretty much the beginning, so there'll be a different kind of friction involved. But overall, Lelouch may have less problems, at least on his side...
Now, the current pairing for this story is Harry/Kallen, but I'm tempted to make it Harry/Kallen/CC (which means a Lelouch/Milly or Shirley pairing). What do you think? I mean, I was considering pairing an MOD Harry with CC (why the actual fuck is her name pronounced Cee-Two and not Cee-Cee?) for another story, but hey.
WARLOCK
CHAPTER 1:
THE BEST LAID PLANS OF MICE AND MEN GANG AFT AGLEY…
They called him the Warlock.
Some months prior, this mysterious masked figure appeared in Area Eleven, formerly Japan, and had coincided with the increased success of the most prominent resistance cell within Shinjuku. He resisted all attempts to capture him, using powers many would consider supernatural. And he was very much an embarrassment to the administration of Viceroy Prince Clovis la Britannia.
Most resistance or terrorist cells within Area Eleven, or indeed the countries conquered by the Britannian Empire (or any other superpower for that matter), tended to attack physically. Warlock, however, tended to attack more abstract things. Reputation. Dignity. Many of the so-called attacks by Warlock amounted to little more than embarrassing and humiliating pranks on a large scale.
Still, many analysts within Britannia who bothered to deem Warlock a threat believed that he would, eventually, escalate. It was only a matter of time before he became more than a headache…
The boy known as Warlock grimaced, clutching his head. Thanks to that damned crash, he had a pretty bad headache. He made his way through to the main cab of the truck, and looked at the others. Quickly, he pulled out his wand, and healed them, before he brought them out of consciousness. "You two okay?" he asked, his voice distorted by a vocoder in the mask he was wearing, a simple crying theatrical mask, like something out of Greek theatre.
The red-haired teenaged girl, wearing a headband, nodded, rubbing her head. "Jiraiya?" she asked the man next to her(1).
"I'll live," he groaned. "You fine, Tsunade?"
"Yeah. We'd better get moving, though. We've probably drawn more attention with that crash," the girl said, before she looked up at Warlock. "You were going to tell us something before the crash. What is it?"
"Good news and bad news, Tsunade. Good news is that's not poison gas in there, so we don't need to worry about dying if it gets punctured by a stray round. But I tried a few spells on a whim…and Homenum Revelio brought up something. That's not a poison gas capsule…it's some sort of life-support unit and prison."
"…A human is in there?" the girl hissed as the man began to ready himself to start driving.
"Figures," the man said. "Even that bastard of an Emperor hasn't overtly disobeyed chemical weapons treaties. Human experimentation would be worse than poison gas production. If word gets out, Clovis would be disinherited at least."
"I'll set up the broadcast when we get a moment so that we can show off whoever we fish out of there," Warlock said. "Assuming we can get out of here before the Britannians get off their arses. Anyway, why did we crash?"
"Some Britannian punks on a motorbike wouldn't get out of the way," the man said.
"I think I recognised them," the girl said. "One's Lelouch."
"Did they see your face?" The girl shook her head. "All right. Sensei had better start an evacuation of Shinjuku, just in case Clovis attempts a cover-up."
With that, Warlock left the cabin for the rear of the truck, only to hear someone calling out from the outside of the truck, asking if they were okay. Warlock cursed softly as the hatch on the roof opened, and someone fell into the truck in a gangly tangle of limbs as the truck started moving again. Instantly, Warlock was on him, grabbing him in a hold. Only to stop in surprise. Of all the days to be a Good Samaritan, Lelouch vi Britannia, Warlock thought.
The boy he had borne to the floor of the truck was tall, rather slender, with handsome, even effeminate features framed by brown hair. His eyes were a deep violet, glaring at him angrily. No fear, oddly enough. He was like a Malfoy with less nastiness, more empathy, and actually capable of backing up his arrogance. "Warlock, I presume?" he asked.
"Lelouch vi Britannia, I presume?" Warlock said, smirking at the fear that finally bloomed in his eyes. The teenaged exiled prince had changed his last name…to his mother's maiden name. If any real effort had been made to find him, well, while Lamperouge wasn't a wholly uncommon name in Britannian nobility, it was unusual enough for people to potentially put two and two together. He then used Incarcerous to wrap Lelouch in ropes, for now.
"What the hell?" Lelouch demanded, before Warlock took a strip of cloth and wrapped it around his eyes.
"Quiet a moment. If you're lucky, you'll leave alive and intact," Warlock said, kneeling next to the capsule, trying to find a means of opening it.
As the truck halted again, the girl came through, undoing the medical uniform she had been wearing. "I'm going out in the Glasgow, Warlock," she said quietly, before noticing their prisoner. "Who's this?"
"Lelouch. Apparently he was trying to be a Good Samaritan. We'll hold onto him for now. Unless Clovis intends to wipe out the entire Shinjuku ghetto, he might make a good hostage." It would be as a bluff: Warlock agreed to work with this resistance cell specifically because they tried to avoid harming civilians. Warlock also made sure to whisper this, so that Lelouch wouldn't overhear. "You okay, Tsunade?"
The girl nodded, before gently raising his mask, and kissing him. Warlock had to admit, she was beautiful when she wasn't pretending to be weak or lost in the depths of her fury. "Stay safe, okay?" she asked, as she replaced the mask.
"You too. Don't fuck around. If one of Clovis' top pilots crash the party, like Gottwald or one of his Purist nutters, run."
She nodded, before she clambered into the back of the old Glasgow they had repaired and refurbished. Warlock had to admit, the concept of a Knightmare Frame, a sort of giant robotic walking battletank, was a cool one. Tsunade, aka Kallen Kozuki (well, Kallen Stadtfeld, but she preferred her Japanese surname), was their best pilot. Most of the cell he worked with could use a Knightmare Frame (hell, even he could if need be, despite having never heard of them back home), but Kallen was a prodigy. Smart, strong, and passionate…Warlock was glad to have her as his girlfriend.
After Kallen piloted the Glasgow from the truck, and Jiraiya, aka Nagata, began driving the truck away, Warlock returned to examining the capsule. "What are you going to do with that?" Lelouch demanded.
"Expose your brother's crimes," Warlock said simply. "It's bad enough when we thought it was a chemical weapon. But this is a life-support capsule and a prison both, Lelouch. There's a person in there. I get the feeling your brother was up to human experimentation."
A sharp intake of breath, before Lelouch hissed, "Bastard."
"…No love lost for your family then? I mean, I thought that was the case, but…"
Warlock felt that if Lelouch's eyes were uncovered, he would be meeting his gaze. "If you know who I am, then you know that I have little love for that incestuous mephitic mob I am forced by circumstance of birth to call kin. I only love three of my sisters, and none of my brothers."
Warlock was a little taken aback by the vehemence, but he smiled. "Nunnally and Euphemia being the obvious ones, I am sure. Don't worry, your identities of you and your sister are only known to a few of us. We have a few idiots in our group who'd love nothing more than to try and do something like kidnap you and hold you to ransom. Ah, here we go."
The capsule suddenly opened, a brief hiss of air escaping, splitting open like a flower. Liquid flowed out, revealing the form of a young woman in restraints, part of it covering her mouth. Green hair flowed out, while golden eyes opened and peered at them, liquid evaporating off her lithe form. She looked to be anywhere from her late teens to her early twenties. She flopped out, and Warlock was on her in an instant, beginning to remove restraints. As her eyes fluttered closed once more, Warlock pointed his wand at her, and murmured, "Ennervate." Her eyes opened wide, and she coughed out some of the liquid. "It's okay," Warlock said gently. "I can't say that you're safe…but you're away from Clovis."
She looked at him, and then at his wand. "…Curiouser," she commented, before she looked over at Lelouch. "And curiouser," she added. "Have I fallen in with someone with a bondage kink?"
Warlock stared at the woman incredulously. "Says the woman in the straitjacket!" he retorted. "What do I call you?"
"…CC," she said. "Spelled like 'cee-cee', pronounced 'cee-two'."
"…Your parents must've hated you," Warlock remarked. CC rolled her eyes.
Suddenly, there was the chatter of machine gun fire, and Warlock bore CC and Lelouch to the floor of the truck, just in case the bullets penetrated the sides of the truck. "Do they know there's no poison gas?!" Warlock snapped.
"Unlikely," CC said. "Clovis, Bartley, and a few of his staff would be the only ones to know."
"Someone's being reckless, then," Lelouch remarked dryly.
The truck ground to a halt, and Warlock hurried over to the cab, to find Nagata there, grimacing from wounds from a machine gun. They were currently underground, in the basement of some building. "Jiraiya!"
"Warlock…sorry. Someone in a Sutherland…they hit me," Nagata said, grunting in pain.
Warlock grimaced, even as he tried to stop the bleeding. The magic he used could only do so much. He could stabilise Nagata, but not heal him as well as he'd like, as he was a rank amateur when it came to healing spells. And he didn't dare use a Portkey, not after the incident with the stray cat when he was testing whether he could make a Portkey.
"…Leave me," Nagata said. "I'll be a decoy, take as many of those bastards with me when they come."
"No, no, no, you're not making yourself a fucking martyr, Jiraiya. I may not have been able to save Naoto, but I can save you," Warlock snapped. "Or do you think Tsunade will want you to be a martyr?"
"I'm not well enough to move. I'd slow you down, and the only treatment these bastards'll give me is a bullet in the head," Nagata rasped. "…Did you manage to open the capsule?"
"Yeah. Like I thought, there was someone inside, a woman. Calls herself CC." The side door of the truck was slid open, and Warlock cursed. He dashed through to find someone in military gear checking on Lelouch and CC. No sidearm. An Honorary Britannian?
"Lelouch?" the soldier asked, his head concealed by a helmet and gasmask. "What are you doing here?"
Lelouch blinked. "Suzaku? Behind you!"
Suzaku, whoever that was, whirled, but Warlock was faster, sending the soldier sprawling with a Stunner. It didn't knock him out thanks to the helmet, but Warlock was on him. "Quisling…do yourself a favour and get the hell out of here. There's no poison gas, just a cover-up on human experimentation. Or else your friend would have been dead already. This woman was the only thing in the capsule."
"What?" Suzaku demanded, tearing off his helmet to reveal a handsome, brown-haired Japanese boy.
CC shot Warlock a flat look. "I am not a thing, thank you."
Suddenly, lights snapped on, and Warlock dove for cover as a hail of gunfire spat at them. Suzaku yelled, "Hold your fire! There's Britannian civilians here!"
When the guns stopped firing, a voice barked out. "Name, rank and serial number, soldier!"
"Suzaku Kururugi, Private, HB2000/6/PR4, sir!" Suzaku yelled.
"Out of the truck, Private!"
Suzaku hopped out, and Warlock peeked out, removing Lelouch's ropes, just in case they needed to make a break for it. Lelouch seemed to understand the situation, as he made no move to attack them. Warlock heard the conversation, and grimaced. Suzaku was about to get murdered just for seeing too much, so as Suzaku refused to shoot Lelouch and the others, Warlock slid out of hiding and yelled, "EXPELLIARMUS!"
The gathered soldiers, members of Clovis' Royal Guard, went flying, as did their weapons. Suzaku stared in surprise, while Warlock yelled, "RUN, NOW!" Honorary Britannian he may be, but Warlock wasn't going to let him be killed because he saw the wrong things.
Suzaku seemed torn, before he fled. Warlock then sent the most powerful Bombarda he could manage at the Royal Guard. Once more, they were flung into the air, but one of them, their leader, managed to dive away, picking up a gun, and shooting Warlock, sending him sprawling with a wound to the shoulder, his head slamming against the truck, stunning him. "The great and powerful Warlock…while killing you would be a pleasure, I think Clovis would want to talk to you…still, we can't leave any other witnesses."
He swung the pistol around to Lelouch, only for CC to scream, "He mustn't die!" The back of her head exploded in a gory spray as she took the shot meant for Lelouch.
"…Bastard," Lelouch hissed.
"It was dumb luck," the man sneered. "Sorry kid, but you're about to become a casualty of war. Tortured to death by the terrorists, along with the girl. We were ordered to bring her in alive, but, well, she wanted to be a hero, I guess. What do you think?"
Warlock, who was trying to shake away the fog in his skull, saw the impossible. He saw CC's corpse suddenly reach out and grab Lelouch's hand. After a moment, CC's hand dropped away, and Lelouch was glaring at the soldier. "Tell me then…how would a Britannian who despises his own country conduct himself?"
"You some sort of dissenter, brat?"
Warlock blinked, only to see that something had appeared in Lelouch's left eye, a bird-like symbol outlined in red energy. "Are you afraid to shoot? Or are you now realising that the only ones who should kill are those who are prepared to perish in their turn? I, Lelouch vi Britannia, ORDER YOU TO DIE!"
Warlock saw the man's eyes turn red briefly, and he maniacally laughed, "With pleasure, Your Highness!" he said, before pressing his gun to his head, and pulling the trigger, painting the nearby walls with his brains.
Warlock blinked, getting shakily to his feet, before he said, "…Okay…what the fuck was that?" He used his magic to remove the bullet from the wound, and then heal it as best as he could. It'd probably scar, but it wasn't the first one he had.
Lelouch looked over to him, and frowned. "I could ask you the same thing, given those abilities you used. You seem to know me better than I would like most other people to know."
"Trust me, I know what it's like to have expectations made of you, not to mention dead parents, Lelouch. To be taken away from everything you know. Besides…they call me Warlock. That should be pretty self-evident as to what my abilities are. They're magic." He waved his wand for emphasis.
"…You can't be serious."
"No, that was my godfather." With that, Warlock felt some sadness come over him, reminded of the too-recent, too-painful past. "…Anyway, we'd better get moving. It seems Clovis intends to do a cover-up. We need to stop him somehow."
Lelouch nodded. Warlock knelt down near CC's body, and frowned. Was it him, or was her bullet wound shrinking? It was.
The truck door opened, and Nagata slumped out, looking haggard, but alive. "I think you managed to do the trick, Warlock. What the hell did he do?"
"Something. Jiraiya, we're taking the girl. She's healing from what should be a fatal wound. And we need to find a way to stop this mess."
Nagata nodded, before handing Warlock Kallen's discarded radio. "I'll set the truck to self-destruct. We'll rendezvous at the hideout. What about this guy?"
"I'll think about how to deal with him." Warlock used a Levicorpus for CC. "Let's go."
And with that, the group split, Nagata making his own way back, too injured to do more than to head back to base. Meanwhile, Warlock escorted Lelouch and the healing body of CC through the building, hearing the distant pops and crackles of gunfire.
Beneath Warlock's mask, Harry Potter snarled. Those bastards, so much like the Death Eaters, thinking themselves superior to anyone and everyone, those bastards attacking innocent civilians would pay…
CHAPTER 1 ANNOTATIONS:
So, a post-Book 5 Harry's a key member (NOT the leader) of Ohgi's cell. And Kallen's his girlfriend. And it seems he already knows more about Lelouch than Lelouch would like. Oh dear.
As stated above, Harry is NOT the leader of Ohgi's cell. He's more their trump card, the sort of person who does all the spectacular work. However, given his experiences before, he's made sure that the Ohgi cell actually have codenames. We'll get more into that later.
1. I used the names of Jiraiya and Tsunade not from Naruto, as you might believe, but rather, from The Tale of Jiraiya the Gallant, a Japanese folk tale.
