Author: Marcus Finch
Status: Ongoing
Genre: Gen, Adventure, Drama
Rated: T
Pairing: None.
Summary:
Lelouch swore that if he ever got a second chance at life, he would fix all his past mistakes. But when he is thrust back in time to before the Black Rebellion, can he fulfill his promise and change the world for the better...or will he unintentionally make it worse?
Preview :
The first thing Lelouch realized when his vision refocused he was he was not standing in an ivory palace above the clouds, nor was he in a plane of fire and brimstone surrounded by the screaming of the damned. Instead, he found himself standing in a filthy warehouse surrounded by dead bodies. He gasped in shock.
"What? How?"
What was going on? How the hell did he get from a parade float surrounded by an armed convoy to a warehouse God knows where? Possible scenarios began flowing through Lelouch's genius mind. Had everyone mistaken him for dead and just dumped his body somewhere as a final insult? No, that was preposterous. It was impossible for that many people to believe him to be dead. For a person of import such as he, there would have to be expert coroners who would examine his body and confirm his death. Then there was the matter of the Black Knights who knew about his Geass. No doubt they would've attempted to examine his body in order to find out exactly how the mysterious power they believed he'd used on them worked. Not like they would've had any results, but it was highly unlikely they would have just looked him over then dumped him somewhere.
That's when he saw the bodies. Dozens of Japanese and Brittanian corpses lay sprawled all over the floor of the warehouse covered in dirt and blood. Many of the bodies were riddled with holes, most likely shot with automatic weapons, Lelouch thought. He also noticed that the majority of the bodies were shot facing away from the door, like they were trying to run when they'd been gunned down.
As horrific as the scene before him was, all of Lelouch attention was soon drawn to the body laying at his feet.
A body with lime green hair…
"C.C!"
Lelouch knelt down to the "corpse" of his companion. He knew that C.C could never truly die, but that didn't explain how or why they were in the warehouse. Upon examining her "body" closer, realized that she had been shot in the middle of her forehead. The bullet appeared to still be lodged inside her head, which prevented major bleeding. However, it would also make it difficult for C.C to revive, her body having to first expel the foreign object.
"Troublesome witch," Lelouch muttered under his breath as he wiped a trickle of blood of C.C's face with the sleeve of his school unifo-
Wait.
Lelouch was dressed in his uniform from Ashford Academy. Not only was he wearing his uniform, he was also wearing his favorite pair of school shoes, a pair he had lost the day he met C.C when in the Shinjuku Ghetto. He'd had to leave them behind when he'd changed into that soldier uniform. He could tell it was the same pair because the left shoe had very faint tire marks on it from when Rivalz had absent-mindedly ran it over with his motorcycle one day when they were coming back from some gambling. Any suspicion that someone had set this up evaporated. There was no way any of his former subordinates could have created an elaborite setup with such a minute level of detail.
Lelouch undid the front of his uniform shirt, searching his chest for the wound where Zero stabbed him. He only saw that here was absoultely no trace of the lethal bounding whatsoever, meerly a couple fresh bruises. Brusies that Lelouch knew he had recived the day he got his geass when a Brittanian Commander had punched him in the gut.
'This can't be….'There was only one explaination left in Lelouch's mind and that explanation sounded impossible. There was only one way to find out. Lelouch activated his geass. He could see from his reflection in the slowly growing pool of blood on the floor that his geass only manifested in one eye. Then he willed it to deactivate. It actually worked, and the glowing red sigil disappeared from his left eye, fading away as sudden as it had appeared.
'There's no way that could happen!'Lelouch knew his geass was stuck in a permanently activated state, a side effect of use his geass multiple times. The only person Lelouch knew of who fully manifested and could still activate his geass at will was his father the Emperor, and Lelouch was sure that the man had never developed Geass Runaway. There was no possible way for Lelouch's geass to have somehow regressed. 'Unless…'
Before he could finish the thought, the wall in front of him exploded. Lelouch brought up his arms to shield his face as dust and wall fragments flew past him. A knightmare emerged from the hole. The massive cyclopean war machine activated its eye and began to scan the warehouse.
"What happened here boy? And why is there a Brittanian student in a place like this?" an imperious voice questioned from the knightmare. It was a voice that Lelouch knew all too well. Villetta Nu, Pureblood Knight of Brittania turned unwilling pawn to Zero. Lelouch could not respond, too lost in his thoughts as the reality of the situation dawned on him.
As ridiculous as it seemed, as impossible as it might have been, Lelouch had somehow been sent back in time.
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