Author: Marisol Akyri PM
A stolen invention... A terrorist plot... A life has been changed... A vengence now saught...Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Adventure - Kyōya O. & Lloyd A. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 11,458 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 01-06-09 - Published: 01-05-09 - id: 4771974
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ouran/code geass crossover. eventual haruhi/kyouya. it also will give lloyd a main character part too, cuz i love lloyd...
In 2017 Japan was changed forever by the man known as Zero…
In 2007 two lives were changed forever by the man known as Zero…
…This is the story…
"It came from beyond the extreme reaches of our reality"
April 27th, 2007
"I'm at location. Repeat. I'm at location." That's good Rebel 1. Proceed. He wants this done before school hours are over remember. "Got it. I'm on way." Click.
The man stashed his walkie talkie away before approaching the formidable gates of gold. He whistled. "Daamn." On either side of him were shrubs and fountains, most likely tended everyday by gardeners and yard keepers. He made sure his main objective wasn't swayed however. Stay focused. I need to get in there before time's up.
In front of him the doors were opened by what appeared to be butlers, who at once frowned upon looking at him and his attire. So what if he hadn't shaved for a while and hadn't changed his clothes? These rich idiots were all alike.
He walked past them and headed down the main hall to the ball room. Upon entering he noticed crystal chandeliers, followed with silk wall tapestries and assorted fineries. The rebel shook his head sadly. "Man, he's right. This place sure is messed up. Really like another Ashford Academy." He shuddered. "Like we need any more of those places, especially in Japan!"
The rebel reached for the bag on his back and placed it on the floor. He then began opening it and taking the contents out, placing them on the floor. "If this goes correctly however, we'll have a lot less to worry about in the future. I'm sure of that." The rebel then smirked. "We'll literally have a lot less to worry about in the future…"
"Almost done, then I'll get the hell out of here." He looked around and spotted a podium on the loft above him. He began to walk up the stairs, his now programmed item in tow. As he approached the podium and began to attach the object, he heard approaching footsteps. Just as he was trained he quickly ducked down, reaching for his belt.
"Hello. Is someone in here? The school attendants just notified me of someone entering this Academy…unlike our normal recipients."
The rebel resisted snorted in disgust. Think you're so smart using those big words and acting like a snob?! It's just like I was told, these people do deserve our justice. He froze however after hearing the man walk up the stairs. Crap. I'm gonna get found out! He secured the grip on his gun in return, but banged his arm on the oak podium. The pain was unexpected.
"So there is someone there! Show yourself immediately, or I'll have to call the police."
The rebel looked at the man and saw he already had his hand on the cell phone. He then sighed. I really didn't want to do this but… He quickly stood up and pointed the gun at the man's head.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you Gramps." He cocked the gun to prove his point. "I only came here to do my business, and I would hate if someone like ya would get hurt in the process."
The man froze upon seeing the gun pointed at his head, but nevertheless speeddialed the police. "T-Too late. Something tells me you're a danger to the student body, so I had no choice but t-."
The man crumpled to the ground and was dead before he hit the floor. The rebel merely lowered his gun and walked to the man, kneeling down at him. "So who were you exactly…?" He looted the wallet and glanced at the ID. "Well, I guess I'm going to have to keep this to record what I messed up in this time zone." He got up and stashed the card in his pocket, and returned to attaching the object.
"Just one more wire and-." "STOP INTRUDER." My god…do these guys have nothing else better to do?! The rebel ignored them and set the finished item atop the podium, with his own gun pointed at them again.
"Listen fella's, I don't want to kill more people and mess up the whole time-space continuum thingy like my boss said it would, but if I have to, I will."
As the rebel smirked he was caught unaware by the shot directed at his right arm holding the gun. He immediately fell down. "WHAT THE HELL?!" He gritted his teeth as he saw the so-called police rush up the stairs. "He said these guys wouldn't be hostile!" He looked up and saw guns pointed at him from all directions.
"Keep your hands where I can see them." Wow. So scary… I guess I have to listen." "No, why should I?" "You are under arrest for intruding and the murder of…" The rebel smirked. "Don't even know this guy's name? Wow. You are very efficient." He reached quickly behind his back to retrieve the ID, but not before a gun-shot rang loose.
"I TOLD YOU TO KEEP YOUR HANDS WHERE WE COULD SEEM THEM!" A fellow officer approached the shooter however. "Umm..Sir. I think you killed him."
Dammit, these guys were serious…The rebel felt that this shot was fatal, since he could feel his chest as if it was on fire. That's what I get for being a suicide rebel right…? Before he passed out for good however, he lifted his leg to kick the button in on the object, then he collapsed on the floor.
His voice was only a whisper. "Well guys, good job. You killed your intruder, but killed everyone here as well." He felt his body weight becoming heavy, as the ticking of the set off item got louder and louder. "P-Pretty soon, you're all dead." His hand released the ID, and the name was shown. Simultaneously however, the ticking stopped, so the name was visible for only a few seconds.
A bomb went off.