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Code Geass Crossover Oneshot
🕑 Added 2024-06-12 14:43:11 +0000 UTCHi guys! Just a little oneshot I made. Dunno if it'll be a story, but you're welcome to pitch in and vote if you want it to! It's a Code Geass crossover, with what? Find out!
Cycle of Samsara, four paths converge: joy, sorrow, envy, anger. Once one, now four, then one again.
Manifest by the atman, they were scattered and given form, avataras, each coloring the lokas with the color of their emotions. Yet the One, the warrior of the stars, did not forget them, even with his mind lost.
He found them, clashed, and gave them moksha, once more part one the whole. Peace was imminent, then came Shiva, as written in the Vedas.
Destroyer, and watcher. That was his duty, neither good nor evil, for he was part of the order of the dhātus. He shattered the warrior, sending him back through the kalpa, to start the cycle anew. The paths split once more, scattered among the cosmos, waiting for reclamation.
Until then, they would manifest, and woe be to all who challenge them.
Lelouch vi Britannia wondered if there was an earthquake. There had to be; no other cataclysm that could describe the cascading sensation he was feeling now. But even a natural disaster would’ve been preferable compared to the stark reality of it all.
There he stood, an exiled Britannian Prince, banished in disgrace by his bastard of a father, along with his beloved sister into a foreign land. From the ashes of the conquered nation of Japan, he arose in secret as the rebel Zero, masked leader of the Black Knights of Justice.
It was supposed to be their glorious moment; the day they would chase out Britannia’s war machine and reclaim Japan.
Instead, he was staring down the barrel of a gun, held by his former friend Suzaku Kururugi. His green eyes were taut with rage and disbelief as the weapon shook in his hands, aimed at the exposed head of the revolutionary. His secret, despite his best efforts, was revealed to him in all its (in)glory.
He wanted to dodge, he wanted to speak, to try and convince Suzaku that the system couldn’t be changed. Alas, his mind was occupied by the thoughts of his sister: where was Nunnally? Who took her?
“Suzaku, let me through. I have to get to Nunnally.” His eyes were narrowed and his voice firm, and he felt his thin body coil like a spring. Forcing down his hitched breathing, he silently cursed the lack of exits.
“This is over, ‘Zero’. I’m ending this here and now; you’re under arrest for crimes against the Empire,” replied the teen as he steadied his weapon, his own eyes narrowing as he clenched his teeth.
“The same empire which ravaged your home, stripped it of its name and pride, and will do the same to everywhere else?” countered Lelouch as he waved his hand. “Look around you! This is what they’ll keep doing until the whole world is in their grasp! Their very system, which you claim you can change, is built on oppression and conquest! How can you serve such people!”
“I don’t have to justify my actions to you, terrorist” Suzaku bit back coldly, though his voice was rising. “You can either come peacefully or I’ll be forced to shoot you.”
“You bloody fool! Fine, if that’s how you want it -” he slapped a glowing device on this chest. “Then come on! This sakuradite bomb is rigged to blow the moment my heart stops. There’s enough force here to bring this whole building down!”
Suzaku snarled as his aim shook. “Damn you!”
“I’ll ask you one more time - where is Nunnally!?”
“SHUT UP!” he yelled, eyes now simmering with rage. “I won’t allow you to continue your rampage! You’ve caused enough destruction, enough pain. I’ll take care of Nunnally!”
At that moment, there was no sympathy for a friend, no reason. Only rage.
Lelouch snarled and raised his own handgun, but before he could pull the trigger, he was forced back as the Japanese teen fired at his shoulder. He held on and tried again, only to be met with a round to the other shoulder, knocking him down and sending the gun flying, making him yell in pain.
“No more games, Zero.” Suzaku was back to barely restrained anger, his gun aimed right at Lelouch’s bare forehead. He reached for his earpiece and clicked it. “This is Pilot Suzkau Kururugi, I have captured the terrorist Zero.” He remained focused on Lelouch’s pained form as he spoke. “I’m requesting immediate backup and a prisoner transport.”
A frown crossed his face, as Lelouch tried to slowly crawl away. He couldn’t be captured here. Not by him, not by Cornelia, not by anyone. They would deliver him to the Emperor, and he would be damned if that would happen! But where was Nunnally? Where was she!? WHERE WAS SHE!?
“Command, your Highness, do you read me? I repeat, I’m moving to capture the terrorist -”
Then came thunder.
The two looked up and saw through the cratered roof a sight that made them freeze: the sky, once clear, now cracked like glass. A shard shattered, revealing an endless expanse of stars, the very heart of the cosmos.
And from there, descended red. Roaring as a volcano, the distant spot grew brighter and brighter until everything was bathed in its glow and heat.
Suzaku had no clue what happened to the sky, but the light was no mystery. ‘A meteor!?’
He looked at his former friend, now gaping as he did at the sky, blood trickling from his shoulders. It would only take seconds for him to rush over and pick him up, especially with Lelouch’s (lack of) weight and his military training. Escaping the entire blast radius might be tricky, but he could make it. They would be roughed up, sure, but they would live, and Zero would finally be brought to justice for everything he has done. Against him, Britannia, and Euphie.
Or he could leave him there. To die like the monster he had become. But Suzaku banished that thought; terrorist or not, Lelouch didn’t deserve to die like that. If the Empire called for an execution, then so be it, but not by a freak act of nature.
He was about to take the first step when heat flashed all around them, and an overwhelming desire flooded his mind, a command given to him by the very one before him:
“LIVE!”
He turned his back to the former prince and bolted to the door, his thoughts focused on nothing but the desire to survive, no matter the cost.
He made it out of the ruin when an explosion blew him away, the shockwave flying throughout the island. The force sent him careening right towards the ground, dirt and rock shards scattering all around him.
The earth kept shaking and he kept his head down, ignoring the debris hitting his body. When the world calmed down, he slowly lifted his head and wiped the dirt from his eyes.
His voice died a horrid death as he stared at the crater which had almost completely replaced the ruins, a couple of meters deep. Some remains of the ruins, scattered at the edges of the crater, around ten meters apart, were seemingly melted into the ground, a testament to the sheer heat of the impact. More strange shapes appeared, by they were obscured by the haze and smoke.
But what grasped his attention the most was the form of his former friend, now enveloped by an aura of hellish red and floating in mid-air. His face, the one he saw lined with desperation and mania not moments ago, was fixed in agony, his mouth open and screaming…yet no sound was heard.
Suzaku couldn’t escape his shock. What was happening? And where was the meteor?
He advanced toward Lelouch with the intent of helping him, but the moment he was on the edge of the crater, Lelouch’s gaze snapped toward him, and he almost jumped back by what he saw.
Rage.
Pure, unholy, rage.
As if though Suzaku was everything wrong with the world.
His heart nearly stopped as he felt the compulsion to flee for his life start to take hold.
The black-haired youth kept staring at him and opened his mouth, this time a monstrous bellow escaping from it:
“SU - ZA - KU!!!!!!!!!!!”
…that was a sound no human could, should, make.
The aura around Lelouch grew in brightness, until it felt brighter than the sun, forcing Suzuka to look away, even as his eardrums kept rattling. When the light died down, he looked and saw where Lelouch once was, now a glowing red orb sat, with a strange swirling pattern embedded into it like a marble.
No sign of Lelouch…except a dried-out puddle of blood around the orb.
He clutched his stomach as he felt its contents rise. Not like this. No one deserved…whatever this was.
“...tenant Kururugi! Do you copy, over?” A strong feminine voice snapped him out of his shock, emanating from his earpiece. “I said, do you read me, Lieutenant?”
“Princess Cornelia?...yes, I’m here,” he replied, his voice hesitant and distant, still focused on the crater.
“What is your status? We heard your transmission, but there was interference. Report!”
“I’m well, milady. There was some kind of…meteor impact, I think.” He said, trying to properly describe what just happened. “The blast knocked me away, but I recovered.”
“A meteor strike!?” she asked, disbelief piercing through the comms. “Are you positive?”
“That’s the thing, milady…you should really see this with your own eyes. I can’t put it into words.”
For a moment, there was silence on the line, though he could hear mumbling. “...very well, we’ll send an escort. What’s Zero’s status? Is he restrained?”
The howl of rage pierced through his thoughts, the anguish on his friend’s face as he erupted into light…and now was gone. Spotting something besides the orb, he the broken remains of a mask, one that was used to terrorize the Empire for a year.
“Zero…died, your highness.” He replied, choking as he spoke. “The meteor killed him on impact; there’s nothing but blood.”
As Cornelia kept interrogating him, he didn’t notice the redhead staring from behind a ruined wall, trembling as she covered her mouth and tears flowed freely…
…nor the faint silhouette that could be glimpsed amidst the smoke. Of wings, and blood.
-x-
There was Wrath. Anger. Rage.
That was his existence. The sum of who he was. Once again, he felt the samsara begin anew, and he would manifest. His loyal soldiers, defeated. His loka, his conquests, reclaimed. Merged into one, then cast out by the Veda Shiva and split from the whole. He would do them again, as was his nature.
But now…there was something different. His being was…trapped. Unable to coalesce and draw in the forces which anchored him to the world. The indignity was appalling.
Fortunately, there was an alternative. A host, compatible with some tweaking. Fitness not up to par, but nothing he couldn’t change. But the rage? The boiling, volcanic wrath that burned through its mortal veins? Perfect.
So he set to work, infusing its essence into the vessel. It would become an avatar, using its rage as fuel. Time would be needed, but the metamorphosis, once started, could not be stopped.
As he felt the host’s - boy’s - soul as he approached, his screams of agony echoing in silence, memories began flashing and cycling around them. Of betrayal and survival, of power and uprising, and of names.
He had names, many ones. Too many to count. Inside, he recognized Parashurama, for he was of Vishnu.
But the one that he spoke in this latest cycle stuck. As it did with the preserver - Visas.
He had survived. As was written in the stars. Looking for the others, as he always had. Forging allies, gathering strength. The journey had been completed time and time before, a thousand times in a thousand kalpas, and he would no doubt do so again.
And so would he. Grow, conquer, and dominate. This time though, he would be triumphant. Not Vamana, not Sadness, or Fear. He would.
Wrath incarnate…Riseheart
