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Be My Knight

A Code Geass fan fiction story

Written by Archangel

Edited by klv

Chapter 12 – The Knight Before

{Author’s Note: No, you’re not dreaming. BMK is back!

This chapter is dedicated to Velshard. The music suggestion for this chapter is “Crockett’s Theme” by Jan Hammer. It’s from the Miami Vice OST. I’ve never seen the show, but I know the song from GTA Vice City. ^^ It’s not too hard to find. As with every song I recommend, I’m happy to provide a copy if you email me.

In addition to the original stories I’m working on, I’m embarking on a fairly extensive Geass fic project, which I am humbly referring to as “the Angelverse.” Simply put, I am combining “Hypothermia,” “Blind Date,” “Be My Knight,” “Square One,” and “Eye of the Beholder” into a single alternate storyline for Code Geass. I have an overarching plot already drawn up, and I hope to reach an all-around better resolution than R2 did. You fine folks are, of course, both welcome and encouraged to critique it.

Enjoy, and please provide feedback! RATE and REVIEW, please!}

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Yamamoto, Kenji

Call Sign: “Raptor”

Sex: M

Age: 18

Hair: BLK

Eyes: BRN

Rank: Knight of Dover (Leftenant)

Status: Honorary Britannian (former Eleven)

Specialty: Swordsman

Mount: Gloucester variant HECTOR

Weapon: Katana / P32 Pistol

File Notes: Scion of a famous Japanese “samurai” military family. Gifted swordsman; permitted to wield family blade by dispensation of Princess Euphemia. Motive for serving Britannia currently unknown; recommend surveillance until loyalty can be fully confirmed.

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“Kenji-San is here to see you, Yamamoto-Sama,” the concealed intercom told the gray-haired man. “Shall I admit him?”

A quiet sigh. Hikaru’s careworn finger depressed the reply switch. “Hai. Show him to my study.”

Ninety seconds later the door slid aside and a younger reflection of the finger’s owner strode through. The graying man dismissed the trailing servant with a nod. The door shut, leaving the two men alone, eyes locked in a private battle of wills.

At last, the younger man bowed deeply.

“What brings a traitor to my home?” the older man asked coldly, kneeling motionless behind his low desk.

His visitor knelt on the opposite side of the desk, resting his hands on his thighs. “My formal investiture as a Knight of Dover is tomorrow, Father. I have come to extend an invitation to the ceremony and to request the family sword.”

The elder Yamamoto’s eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in fury. “You who have disgraced our family’s honor ask to wield the family blade?! And expect me to attend some Britannian farce?!! You have gone quite mad. Get out of my house!”

Leftenant Kenji Yamamoto of the Royal Britannian Army didn’t move an inch. “I fail to see how pledging service to an honorable lady is a disgrace to our honor, Father,” he replied calmly.

“A Yamamoto devotes his life to the service of the Japanese land and people! We do not debase ourselves by collaborating with foreign invaders!”

“Princess Euphemia is a good and honorable person. She will soon be the Britannian Viceroy over Japan. Pledging myself to her service is the best way I can serve our people.”

Hikaru Yamamoto snorted in contempt. “One stooge of their ‘emperor’ is the same as another.”

Kenji closed his eyes for a moment, releasing the tiniest of sighs. “Not so, Father. Princess Euphemia’s reign will be to the benefit of the Japanese people as a whole. If she falls, then we will get another demon like Clovis.”

“It is as I have told you for months: if you wish to heal this land, join the Japan Liberation Front or the Black Knights!”

“Do as I say and not as I do?” his only son replied acidly. “I have chosen my liege and will defend her with my life, Father. It is done. I have not forgotten Bushido, and I will wield our family’s blade in her service as a symbol of the code you taught me.”

Father and son locked gazes for a long minute. Finally, Hikaru bowed his head. “I do not approve of your path, my son, and I will not attend this ceremony. However, I am retired and you are samurai, whatever my opinion of who you serve. The blade is yours by right. It rests in the garden shrine. Take it and go. Leave me in peace.”

Kenji stood, bowed deeply once more, and left.

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Bottomley, Angelica (“Angie”)

Call Sign: “Angel”

Sex: F

Age: 17

Hair: BRN

Eyes: HAZ

Rank: Knight of Dover (Leftenant)

Status: Britannian Citizen

Specialty: Close Combat / Public Relations

Mount: Gloucester variant PHOEBE

Weapon: Butterfly Knife x2 / R51 Lee-Enfield AR

File Notes: Specialist in CQC, favoring knives over firearms when possible. Excellent instincts for public relations matters of all sorts. Very outgoing, friendly personality. Often utilizes physical attractiveness and simulated ditziness to disguise her capabilities from the casual observer. Expected to be highly effective in bodyguard duties. Romantically involved with an Eleven; security risk evaluated as minimal.

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I shouldn’t be surprised, the young man told himself as he glanced at his watch. She’s always late. Barely had he completed the thought when a pretty brown-haired girl appeared from the crowd and tackled him with a big hug.

“Hey handsome!” Angelica Bottomley chirped, wrapping her arms around Hideo Izawa’s neck and leaning close for a kiss.

The kiss was eagerly delivered. “Hey crazy girl,” the Japanese youth told his girlfriend of three years’ standing. “I believe congratulations are in order.”

Angie grinned and linked her arm through Hideo’s as the two made their leisurely way towards their favorite restaurant. “I am so glad to see you, you have no idea.”

“I’ve heard rumors of what they put you through,” he replied with a proud smile. “I’m prescribing you a good meal and a massage, Lady Bottomley.”

A gleeful giggle. “The title and all comes tomorrow, silly! Anyway, you’re too good a masseur to pass up. Just this once I think I’ll follow doctor’s orders.”

“First time for everything,” the young surgeon replied amiably as they entered the restaurant. “Table for two, please.”

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Charleston, Perseus (“Percy”)

Call Sign: “Eagle”

Sex: M

Age: 18

Hair: BLD

Eyes: BLU

Rank: Knight of Dover (Leftenant)

Status: Baronet

Specialty: Sharpshooter

Mount: Gloucester variant PARIS

Weapon: R87 Whitworth SR / R51 Lee-Enfield AR

File Notes: Heir presumptive to powerful Charleston family. Phenomenal long-range shot, both on foot and mounted. Obeys orders without fail, but displays a generally negative attitude towards everyone, especially Numbers. Sharp temper.

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Toriyama, Kimiko (“Kimmy”)

Call Sign: “Ghost”

Sex: F

Age: 16

Hair: BLK

Eyes: BRN

Rank: Knight of Dover (Leftenant)

Status: Honorary Britannian (former Eleven)

Specialty: Reconnaissance / Stealth Combat

Mount: Sutherland variant NIMUE

Weapon: Martial Arts / P32-SD Pistol

File Notes: Self-described “shinobi,” expert in stealth and reconnaissance. Seemingly able to appear and disappear at will, in what some associates describe as “the Batman routine.” Taciturn and introverted, possibly due to a limited grasp of English (retains pronounced Eleven accent). Seems to dislike most male personnel.

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The phone bounced off the fabric-covered wall, but didn’t break. The thrower snarled in fury and made to smash it underfoot.

“Why do you let your father upset you so?”

The soft voice and its question caught Perseus by surprise. He lost his balance and fell backwards in a most undignified manner. “Damn little witch. How long have you been here?” he snapped as he rose, rubbing a certain sore part of his body.

“You have not answered my question, Percy,” Kimiko replied, folding her arms behind her back.

“Bloody hell, how many times must I tell you fools not to call me that!?”

“My apologies, Charleston-San. But you still have not answered my question.”

Perseus reflected for a moment on Kimiko Toriyama’s eerie resemblance to an owl. Her eyes appeared too large for her face, like one of those stupid ‘anime’ drawings the Elevens loved so much. “You mean that you wouldn’t care if your father had just spat upon your whole life?” Perseus growled at his diminutive colleague, flopping down on his bunk and throwing an arm across his eyes. “If he said that all your talent, all your hard work was a complete waste of time?”

Kimiko cocked her head to the side in a quizzical expression. “I don’t know,” she answered after a few moments of silence.

The flat tone of Kimiko’s voice surprised Perseus enough to turn his head and glare at her. “Pfeh. I bet it’s never happened to you, has it?”

“No.”

“Thought not. If it did, you’d care.” The second son of the great and wealthy Charleston family let his head back down onto the pillow with a heavy sigh. “Now get out, Eleven. Next time you enter without knocking I’ll shoot you.”

Kimiko’s overlarge eyes blinked twice. Then she turned and vanished from the tiny room, leaving Perseus Charleston alone with his thoughts.

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D’Ascoine, Solomon (“Sol”)

Call Sign: “Cardinal”

Sex: M

Age: 44

Hair: RED

Eyes: GRN

Rank: Knight of Dover (Leftenant)

Status: The Duke of Belmont

Specialty: Gunfighter

Mount: Gloucester variant ZEPHYR

Weapon: Custom .45 Single-Action Revolver x2 / R51 Lee-Enfield AR

File Notes: Last of his line. Family wealth nearly depleted. Inherited title at age 22 from father (deceased). Apparently entered military out of patriotism, taking no advantage of family rank. Handles stress well and remains calm and collected at all times. Marked for officer training prior to recruitment by KoD. Expert with most firearms, but prefers revolvers. Skilled in many tricks and “fast-draw” in addition to marksmanship.

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Asplund, Lloyd

Call Sign: “Brain”

Sex: M

Age: 20/30-some(?)

Hair: Lavender

Eyes: GRN

Rank: Chief Scientific Advisor to the Dover Knights

Status: Earl

Specialty: Weapons Technology

Mount: n/a

Weapon: n/a

File Notes: Technological genius, responsible for developing numerous weapons systems. Most noted for creation of Z01 Lancelot knightmare. Seconded to KoD from HRH Schneizel El Britannia. Oversees all KoD maintenance and R&D. Socially inept and rather irreverent, but cheerful and friendly to all.

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Croomy, Cécile

Call Sign: “Mom”

Sex: F

Age: 20/30-some(?)

Hair: VIO

Eyes: VIO

Rank: Scientific Advisor to Dover Knights

Status: Britannian Citizen

Specialty: Weapons Technology / Managing Lloyd

Mount: Varies

Weapon: P32 Pistol

File Notes: Chief aide to Lloyd Asplund; frequently acts as his social ‘interface.’ Exceptionally intelligent. Capable knightmare pilot, but generally averse to combat. Culinary enthusiast.

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“So how’d I do?” The pilot stepped smoothly off the foot bar and released the knightmare’s descent rope.

“Combat Efficiency Index of 89.2 percent.” Lloyd was impressed despite himself; the eldest Knight of Dover hadn’t so much defeated the simulated enemy formations on the exercise ground as annihilated them.

Solomon D’Ascoine grinned and ran a hand through his gray-touched red hair. “Not bad for an old man,” he observed modestly.

Cécile proffered a steaming cup. “Would you like some tea, Your Grace?”

“Yes, thank you. And please don’t call me that, Miss Croomy. ‘Sol’ will suffice.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t! You’re—”

“A soldier,” Solomon cut her off gently. “My dukedom is entirely theoretical. If you must be formal, call me ‘Sir Solomon,’” he concluded, flashing Cécile a charming smile before taking a sip of tea.

The violet-haired woman saw Sol’s eyes widen. “Do you like it?” she asked eagerly.

“It’s… interesting. What did you do to it?”

“I added some vanilla extract and a few pinches of cinnamon.”

“Hmm.” Sol contemplated the cup for a moment, then took another careful sip. “The flavors blend well,” he concluded, “but they’re far too strong. One almost can’t taste the tea.”

“Yes, fascinating,” Lloyd broke in. “Did you have any problems with the upgraded battle rifle?”

“None. The grenade launcher doesn’t affect the balance, and the gun didn’t jam on me once. This machine seemed much lighter and more responsive than other Gloucesters I’ve piloted,” Sol added.

“Excellent!” Lloyd’s smile was radiant. “There’s only so much one can do with a fifth-generation frame, but I was able to coax a bit extra out of it.”

“Oh, you modified it?”

“Yes, I used some of the design principles from the Lancelot project to modify its core luminous. The net usage time turns out the same, but I was able to boost the raw power output by 23 percent! Adapting the hardware to utilize the surplus was child’s play.” Earl Asplund leaned back in his swivel chair, smiling like a happy cat.

“Well, the extra speed is greatly appreciated. Thank you.”

“This is only the start! I’m going to use these five frames as test-beds for several ideas I’m developing. You’ll love them!” Lloyd began firing off technical terms and mathematical formulae, his eyes shining with excitement.

Cécile gently took Solomon’s arm and drew him away. Lloyd didn’t seem to notice. “Why do you carry those antiques?” she asked as Sol collected his pistol belt from a nearby table.

“These are quite new,” he replied, buckling the belt in place. “I had them custom-made.”

“But why six-shooters?”

“In skilled hands revolvers are superior to automatics,” Sol explained. “They don’t jam, they can accommodate specialty ammunition, and the grip can be easily tailored to the user’s hand. These are single-action, so they’re far more accurate than any other kind of handgun. Though I admit that automatics are better for commonplace use; these are the weapons of an artist.”

“And you’re an artist, are you?” Cécile laughed softly.

“I am indeed, with both bullet and brush,” Sol replied with a wry smile.

“You paint?”

“Mmm. When I was young I wanted to paint for a living, but my shooting was far better. So I became a soldier.”

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HRH Euphemia Li Britannia (“Euphie”)

Call Sign: “Rose”

Sex: F

Age: 16

Hair: Fuchsia

Eyes: VIO

Rank: Knight Commander of Dover (Commander) / Sub-Viceroy of Area 11

Status: Second Princess of the Holy Britannian Empire

Specialty: Politics

Mount: n/a

Weapon: n/a

File Notes: Founder, patron, and commander of KoD. Thought to be opposed to official Imperial policy in some respects. No combat skills. Discreet monitoring recommended.

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Kururugi, Suzaku

Call Sign: “Dragon”

Sex: M

Age: 17

Hair: BRN

Eyes: GRN

Rank: Knight Protector of Dover (Major)

Status: Knight of Honor (former Eleven)

Specialty: Knightmare Pilot

Mount: Z01 LANCELOT

Weapon: Martial Arts / P32 Pistol

File Notes: Personal knight of Princess Euphemia Li Britannia. Known to be consort of and exceptionally loyal to same. Son of Genbu Kururugi (deceased), last Prime Minister of Japan. Considered by some to be one of the greatest knightmare combatants alive. Administers day-to-day KoD functions.

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Livingston, Sandra

Call Sign: “Vamp”

Sex: F

Age: 20

Hair: WHI

Eyes: RED

Rank: Knight of Dover (Leftenant)

Status: Britannian Citizen

Specialty: Intelligence / Battlefield Analysis

Mount: Gloucester variant ARGOS

Weapon: R51 Lee-Enfield AR / P32 Pistol.

File Notes: Specialist in intel, but also a very capable combatant. Genius-level IQ. Albino; recommend mounted deployment for daytime ops.

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Finally.

Euphie extricated herself from the desk and groaned as she stretched her aching back. Despite the pain, she was happy: all the preparations for the knighting ceremony tomorrow were complete. Ironically, the princess’ decision to forego much of the customary pomp and circumstance had made things *more* complicated. In the absence of The Way Things Are Done, the bureaucrats had come to her for every single niggling little decision, mainly in a passive-aggressive attempt to persuade her that the usual nonsense was a good thing.

And the outcry at the idea of knighting Kenji with his family sword! Honestly, what did the shape of the blade matter? He was going to be carrying it her service, after all. Thank goodness for Angie and Sandra. Without the older girls’ unflappable cheerfulness and bottomless patience Euphie was sure the civil servants would have driven her mad by now. Euphie had given Angie tonight off, though, so she and Sandra had been attending to the last-minute details. And now they were finished.

“I think that’s everything, Your Highness.”

“Yep! Thank you so much, Sandra,” Euphie told her sincerely. “Got any plans for the evening?”

“Eat, shower, and sleep,” Sandra replied with a small smile. “At this rate I’m going to look like death tomorrow.”

“I know what you mean. Well, good night!”

“Good night, Your Highness.” Sandra saluted and left.

The princess sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Although Euphie had tried to get her knights to call her by her forename in private, Angie was the only one who’d taken her up on it thus far. Sandra was brilliant and hardworking, but rather shy. Euphie still hoped to coax her out of her shell.

On reflection, Euphie popped the back panel off her phone and yanked the battery, tossing both on top of a stack of official papers. Someone was sure to invent a last-minute crisis, and she knew from long experience that a good night’s sleep was absolutely necessary before presiding at a state occasion.

She was soon in her suite. The door shut quietly, sealing out all the madness and stupidity. This handful of rooms was her and Suzaku’s private little world, the place they retreated when they needed a break.

My Suzaku, she thought with a coy smile. Where are you? Euphie tiptoed into the bedroom… and sighed sadly.

Suzaku was there all right, sprawled atop the comforter in his usual shorts and tank top. The sight reminded Euphie of the first time they’d made love. She felt a now-familiar stirring between her legs as her eyes roamed the length of his slim, muscular body. Even the heavy scars were sexy, now that she’d grown used to them.

Unfortunately for her libido, Suzaku appeared sound asleep. Poor dear, Euphie reflected, you look exhausted. While she and Angie had been planning the ceremony this past week, he and the remaining Knights of Dover had been planning their first operation. Apparently he’d been working even harder than she had; fatigue was written in every line of his sleeping form.

Euphie fought down her disappointment and changed into a plain nightgown. No point in wearing anything exciting, she thought with a trace of bitterness. She wasn’t upset at Suzaku, of course, but rather at circumstances in general. First there had been the training program, and when it was finished Suzaku had spent several days recovering. Then by the time he was up and about again she’d been hard at work on the ceremony, and he’d been pulled into the investigation of the two corrupt jerks they were planning to arrest in a few days. She’d barely seen her lover for over a fortnight.

I know things will settle down, the princess told herself as she brushed out her hair. It’s just… well… damn it, I’m horny! The expletive, though only spoken within Euphemia’s mind, was a testament to her level of frustration. As at least one noble had rather cruelly observed behind her back, even princesses have needs. Euphie gave her sleeping lover a last, longing look before sinking into the bed’s soft embrace.

She was about to slip under the covers when a muscular arm wrapped around her. Euphie squeaked in surprise as she was dragged backwards to press against a warm and very welcome body.

“Not even going to say hi, beautiful?” Suzaku murmured into her ear, slowly rubbing his lady’s tummy through the soft cotton of her nightie.

Euphie squealed—she was ticklish and he knew it. “I thought you were asleep!” she replied, squirming around to face Suzaku and receiving a deep, passionate kiss for her trouble. “I have missed you so much,” she added huskily when they parted.

“I’ve missed you too,” Suzaku assured her, running a hand along her thigh to emphasize his point.

The princess nipped at her knight’s earlobe, feeling her body temperature soar. “How’s the case coming along?”

Suzaku slipped his hands under the hem of her nightgown and ran them all the way up to her breasts. “Do you really want to talk about work?” he purred over Euphie’s cute little moans.

“No,” she gasped in reply. God, but those hands of his were skilled. And strong. And soft. And warm… Euphie nearly ripped Suzaku’s clothes apart as she pulled them off of him.

“Crazy girl tonight,” Suzaku teased as he divested Euphie of her gown. He’d never known her to wear underwear to bed, and was ever pleased at the fact.

“I have been lusting after you for over two weeks, mister,” Euphie replied. With their clothes gone, she grabbed her knight and rolled, pulling him forcefully atop her. While Euphie had never been passive in the bedroom, she’d never been this rough. Not that Suzaku was objecting. “Sir Suzaku Kururugi,” Euphemia commanded in the soft, sensual purr that always drove him wild with desire, “make love to me!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” Suzaku laughed as he thrust into her. There was a mutual groan of euphoria and he felt Euphie clawing at his back like a wildcat. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d left him looking like a scratching post, he thought as his body found the familiar rhythm that was new and exciting no matter how many times they discovered it. He lavished kisses on Euphie’s neck and shoulders as he heard the notes of pleasure build in her sweet soprano voice.

By the time her lithe body arched off the bed and twitched like she was being electrocuted, Euphie had forgotten to control her volume. Suzaku slipped a hand down between them and easily found a certain little nub of flesh, expertly manipulating it just so. He was rewarded with an uncontrolled scream of ecstasy. Recalling and applying the many lessons he’d learned since that first night in the barracks, he managed to keep Euphie screaming and shaking for nearly ten minutes before she shattered his own control. Then it was Suzaku’s turn to tremble and shout as Euphie’s body milked his for every drop of his release.

The young lovers collapsed into a gasping, sweat-soaked heap, holding each other so hard it hurt.

Euphie slept like a baby.

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{More Author’s Note: Okay, I haven’t posted any Geass fic since forever ago, I know. I’ve been working on an original story of mine called “Azure Glade,” and I still am (you can find the first chapter here on AFF.net, and the full story at FictionPress.com). However, I’m going to be putting out new fanfic chapters once in a while when I need a change of pace.

Long chapter, I know. I’ve been poking at it and adding to it here and there for nearly a year. I hope it’s turned out as interesting on paper as it was in my head! :)

My knowledge of traditional Japanese culture is extremely limited. Any inaccuracy in Kenji’s conversation with his father is accidental and I apologize in advance.

We’ll be seeing more of Dr. Hideo Izawa as time goes on. He’s twenty-three years old, hails from a side-branch of a still-powerful Japanese clan, and is a brilliant thoracic surgeon. He graduated from medical school and began to practice about fourteen months before this chapter begins; he’s considered something of prodigy. Hideo and Angie are very much in love, rather like Suzaku and Euphie, except that they are not sexually active. (A couple in a fanfic story that aren’t having sex? Blasphemy! ^^) They have been dating for a little over three years, since before Angie enlisted in the Army.

Perseus is a jerk, but he is both loyal and skilled. Kimmy’s general demeanor is very similar to Anyah’s, or even better, Eve from “Black Cat.”

If anybody knows Lloyd and Cécile’s precise ages, do let me know. Wikipedia was unhelpful. Sol’s revolvers are almost exactly the same as the immortal Colt Single-Action Army, except that they’re top-breaking instead of fixed cylinder. If you’ve played Metal Gear Solid 1, 2, or 3 then you know the gun. ^^

Alpha readers:

See you next chapter! Same Angel time, same Angel channel!}
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