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 Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 12:49 pm
((My fanfiction from fanfiction.net. It's not getting read enough, so I'll just put it up here, if no one minds. This is chapter one of nine so far. Look for more later.))
It had been about fifteen years since the fall of the demon king Lelouch vi Britannia. Fifteen years since peace had come to the world, and fifteen years since the power of the king had gone into hiding. It was not right, and it was not needed anymore. Zero had, since the events all those years ago, continued to oversee the era of peace that we had been forced into. An era of peace…peace that now strangled Naoto Kouzuki.
Naoto was the daughter of Kallen Kouzuki and her late husband, a shop owner. The shop owner is unimportant to this story, as Naoto and Kallen had lost him when the calm in the world was still relatively new, and Naoto was only two years old. Political harmony had come to the world, but street crimes and robberies were still abundant, and the shop owner had died in a shooting. Naoto did not cry.
Kallen mourned her husband. However, she was not devastated. She continued her work as a teacher without flinching or stammering once in front of the children. Naoto had always taken that to mean that her mother had not really loved the shop owner. Sometimes, she worried that perhaps her mother did not love her, either. But she tried not to think that way.
Naoto Kouzuki, despite her gender, had been named for her uncle, who had died long before the time of the Black Knights. Naoto was intelligent, strong, and brave. She never backed down from a fight; rather, she started them. She was thirteen years of age when this story began, and she was extremely bored with the so-called peace that held the world captive.
“Dammit!” Naoto took three steps back. “This game is so stupid!” She glared up at her friend June.
“Whatever, Naoto. You’re just mad because you suck at it.” June rolled her eyes and nodded at their other friend, Maahir. “Your turn.” Maahir coughed nervously and spoke in that small voice of his. Naoto hated small voices.
“Mother may I take two side-steps?” He asked June. June looked thoughtfully at the clear sky.
“You may,” she said haughtily. Naoto nearly screamed.
“That’s exactly what I asked you!” She clenched her fists. June laughed.
“Yeah, well, you didn’t ask nicely. That’s what you get for being a grouch.” She jumped down from the ladder she had been sitting on and looked around the playground.” Let’s play something else now. Naoto’s being a spoilsport.” She ran off towards the community center that the playground belonged to. Maahir followed closely behind. He always was a flighty person. Naoto hated flighty people.
Naoto did not follow them. At times like these, June had made it very clear that she was not to follow them. ‘Naoto’s being a spoilsport’ was basically a code for ‘leave us alone until you calm the hell down.’ Instead, Naoto jumped over the fence of the playground and into the woods that lay beyond. In these woods flowed a small river. Calm and serene. Peaceful and quiet. God, was Naoto tired of those words. Since the day she had been born there had been no wars, no unrest, no fighting. Naoto longed for the days she learned about in stories her mother told her. Blood, death and sacrifice were everyday terms in those glorious days. Naoto had learned all about knightmares and how to drive them from Tamaki, even though her mother had said that they were not needed.
But to Naoto, they were needed. War was needed. She wished some one would start the fighting all over again, destroy this terrible, boring serenity. Crush those in their way and start a chain reaction that would return the Earth to the wonderful bloody mess that it had been before. Some one had to. And Naoto’s deepest wish was that it could be her. She needed that carnage, the carnage of the old days. But she didn’t have the power. She had the will, the ability. All she needed was the power. The kind of power that could destroy the world and rebuild it in a better way; the kind of power that was found only in the kings of those old stories.
Naoto turned around and came face to face with a small girl. The small girl smirked and spoke in a clear, beautiful voice.
“So, you want the power of a king?” The girl’s eyes shined in a frightening manner. “I am B.B. How would you like to make a contract?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 12:51 pm
((And yes, I know it's really short.))
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 1:10 pm
Wow, that's pretty good. Although the girl scares me because she craves blood and death. But, see, you're going to have to eventually bring Lulu back to life. Is Naoto (did I spell it right?) a heroine or a villain? Is she going to destroy the world? Because if she is, i say bring Lulu back to life in order to stop her. And when I say back to life, it could be literally or whatever. XD Although, have you already continued it? Or is this something new?
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 6:17 pm
Thanks. She's supposed to be scary, but she is the heroine in that the story is told from her point of view. It's like watching a sociopath and loving every minute of it. I have already continued it, but not nearly to the end. The end is in my head, but I haven't had time to type it out recently. sad I'll probably post the rest all at once to save time. I'll actually get to that now...
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 8:20 pm
that's great you should make your own version of the manga.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 6:20 pm
((My own version? Hmmmm...I wish. But thanks, it's always nice to hear opinions of my writing. Good or bad. razz ))
Naoto stared at the girl, shocked. “B.B.? What the hell kind of name is that?” she thought to herself. The girl’s appearance was also strange; she wore strange, outlandish clothing like something from an RPG video game. Her hair was a medium brown and flowed halfway down her back. Thanks to June’s obsession with fashion magazines, Naoto recognized the cut as layered and curled. Her skin was pale, paler even than Naoto’s skin. Most striking of all were her eyes, a bright, piercing red. She was short, and her features were rounded, but her figure and the way she held herself made her seem about eighteen. As Naoto thought this, the girl began to speak again.
“Are you listening? I have no use for people who can’t listen.” B.B. blinked and leaned forward. “You do understand my offer, correct? I wish to make a contract with you. In return for my greatest wish, I will give you the power that you seek. Do you accept?”
“What do you mean, power? Are you rich? Do you have weapons stockpiled somewhere?” Naoto was confused and slightly angry at the girl’s impatience. B.B. sighed.
“No,” she said slowly, “The power I can give you is power over others. It is called the power of the king, or Geass if you wish.”
“What kind of power?” Naoto growled. Now she was being patronized! She hated being patronized.
“Well, perhaps I should explain.” B.B. sat on a nearby rock. Naoto did the same. “What has your mother told you about the Black Rebellion?”
“M-my mother?” Naoto stammered. “What does that have to—”
“Have you been told nothing? I have no use for those who know nothing.” B.B. rolled her eyes. Naoto huffed and began her summary of the war between Britannia and Japan. When she had finished, she looked up at B.B., and was surprised to see that she was on the verge of laughter.
“What the hell is so damn funny?!?!?!?!?” B.B. chuckled and replied.
“Nothing, it’s just shocking how many details your mother left out, even disregarding those she didn’t know. As an example, she neglected to tell you the details of her relationship with Lelouch.” B.B. laughed again and stood.
“Relationship? What?” Naoto stood without realizing it. “Tell me about that! Why wouldn’t she tell me?”
“Another day…or perhaps not. It depends whether or not you accept the contract I have offered you.” B.B. was looking at the river. She stepped absent-mindedly on a small beetle.
“But you still haven’t told me what kind of power it is!” Naoto was shouting now. This girl…she was so smug!
“That’s another thing your dear mother left out; Geass. How do you suppose Zero got so much accomplished? How do you think his father rewrote his memories? It was all thanks to the power of the king. Rolo had it, too, and the knight of one. I once had it, C.C. once had it, and if you accept my contract then you will also have it. It manifested differently in each of those people.” B.B. turned and faced Naoto. “What kind of power would you like?”
“So…” Naoto tried to think through everything. “So you get to decide what kind of power you get?”
“Not usually. However, I have much more experience than C.C. or V.V.” Naoto didn’t bother to ask who V.V. was. This was already taking a long time. “As long as it affects the human mind, I can give it to you.” B.B. smiled sweetly, but it was a scary expression coming from her. “Choose wisely.”
Naoto searched her mind for ideas. “Power over the mind…” She looked up. “I got it. Give me the power to—Jesus, this is ridiculous—Give me the power to possess people. Control their mind and actions. Can you do that?”
“Hmmm… there are always drawbacks. But I can do that, I suppose. It is a good choice. So, you agree? I will stay by your side until you fulfill my wish, and be your guide and ally.”
Naoto nodded. “I agree,” she said with conviction. Just help me end this horrible calm. B.B. grinned and shook Naoto’s hand. As she did, a symbol appeared in Naoto’s eye. It was a code.
“Gladly,” B.B. said.
Three days later, Naoto came home from school to find B.B. sitting on her bed. B.B. had advised Naoto not to tell her mother or friends about her, and Naoto had agreed. In the past three days, Naoto had used her friends as guinea pigs to test her Geass, and had written a list of notes on her powers.
Can take control of others
Body and mind is controlled, as if subject’s mind goes to sleep for a while
Subject must be in sight to take control, even over a screen will do
Seems to be no time limit
Own body is incapacitated while in control of another
B.B. assured her that this information was sufficient for now.
“What we need to do is train your body and mind,” B.B. stated matter-of-factly. Kururugi will certainly be on the side of peace, considering his base nature. It would be silly to try to sway him.” Naoto nodded. She had since their contract been told many of the details that her mother had left out, and Suzaku Kururugi’s fake death had been one of them. “Thus,” B.B. continued, “We must train you until you stand a chance against him. As for your mind, I can not lead you always. I am an observer by nature, and so you must lead the war you wish to start. I will teach you to fight and to think, and I will advise you the whole way, but the rest I leave to you.”
“Yes, B.B. I understand all of that.” Naoto said nervously. “But how long do you think it will take? I am already good at fighting, and at the top of my class as well.” Her tone was impatient. “How long exactly before I can start this war?” B.B. sized her up from the corner of her eye.
“Three years, at the very least,” she said calmly.
“Three years?!?!?!?!? That’s way too long!” Naoto slammed herself onto the bed. B.B. moved away from her to sit on the windowsill.
“Well, regardless, I will need that long to teach you all that you need to know. Mental and physical training, as well as explaining the circumstances and coming up with a plan…” she looked out the window, her arms crossed, and seemed to be looking for something in the sky. “Besides, you need to maintain your daily lifestyle. School, chores, time with friends and family. It would be unacceptable for anyone to notice a change in your habits.” She gave up her search for the unknown object and looked at Naoto.
“I get it, I get it.” Naoto sighed. “I guess I can wait. If you think it will help, anyway.” Naoto sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees.
“It will,” replied B.B. “And don’t worry. You will be spilling blood long before three years is over. You just have to be patient. After all,” B.B. smiled to herself as she fingered a dagger she had pulled from her pocket, “I have no use for impatient people.”
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