Code Geass: A Gamer's Life

Summary: 'The Power of the King will isolate you...' 'Not as much as the power I'm already wielding.' When Lelouch already holds a unique power of the Gamer, the Power of the King acts as more of a bonus than anything else. Was it any surprise that his genius led him to treating even his life as a game? Not really. To have it actually be a game, though? Now it was just annoying. Lelouch/The Gamer elements. Some Romance game checks may be included, hence the M-rating stays put.

A/N: Thank you for clicking. This is my third fanfic, even if my first and second remains' untouched. I'll probably get back to those at some point. This is a Challenge from SeerKing, so go see him if you wish to see his take on a Naruto/Gamer crossover. Highly recommended addictive stuff. I'll probably update bi-weekly, for this story at least, as I'm a senior in high school after all. Tests and all that.

Chapter One: Why RPG's? Why couldn't it have been Chess?!

Lelouch was annoyed. Throughout all of his life, even as a small boy, he'd been frustrated. Why, you ask? Simple: He was suffering from an abnormal version of schizophrenia, one that made his whole life look like a game. Nicknamed 'The Gamer Project' it was in effect changing how he viewed the world. It all began when he was sent to Japan. First, he'd tried to ignore it. He ignored any and all pop up screens, level ups, or otherwise. He believed if he ignored it enough, it would go away.

It didn't. Of course, he was grateful for that, as the last pop up screen he'd seen before the war was a screen warning him he had a five minute time limit before explosives killed him and his sister at their secret hide out, nearby the Kururugi Shrine. After evacuating the premise, and spending the whole day exploring as a way to distract himself from the 'Success' notification, he'd returned to a horrible scene.

The Britannian Army had attacked, and took over Japan in the same span of time as it took him to ignore the 'Success' notification. In less than twelve hours, his new home had been destroyed and conquered by the Britannians. Now Lelouch knew who had tried to kill them: The Britannians had tried to make Nunnally and himself martyrs. He swore to obliterate Britannia. His rage had him shaking, his only other emotion being regret. He shouldn't have ignored his 'power'. Maybe he could've stopped all of it. Unlike most games he knew, there was no reset button. It seems his life was without a sense of irony. 'Game' indeed. The Game of Life, perhaps.

Ever since then, Lelouch found himself considering what to do. He hadn't ignored it, but he hadn't done anything with it either. He paid attention to notifications and such, but he didn't add any points to his natural attributes, nor did he add any perks to increase in 'levels' either. He left it there. Who knows? Perhaps saving up such things would be a useful tool later on.

His eyes widened. A pop up notification marked in crimson red appeared. It unlocked to reveal the information: 'A truck is coming up from behind you, turn left immediately!' He didn't even think, he reacted. He grabbed the wheel from Rivalz, ignoring his exclamation of shock and swerved the bike to the left. The bike swerved to the left, leaving a black tire trail as it burnt the rubber into the road.

Once that happened, he released the wheel to Rivalz. He breathed out a sigh, as the truck from behind them swerved to the left, just missing the edge of the split between the roads. Rivalz grumbled at Lelouch. "You could've warned me, ya know?" Lelouch replied slowly. "There was no time. It was that or let the truck crush us." Rivalz paled, before nodding in the truth of Lelouch's words. Lelouch frowned, wondering why the truck was moving so hastily. 'This requires some investigation, but should I interfere? No, I must stay hidden, for Nunnally's sake.'

Lelouch couldn't care less if he himself got caught: He'd take down Britannia from the inside if he had to. No, he cared for Nunnally, who was too kind to even those she shouldn't have been. Perhaps that was his fault for sheltering her too much, but that was something he was willing to do again if he could've: He'd grown up too quickly not to let Nunnally enjoy her childhood. Life owed him that much, at least.

Once they reached school, Lelouch's frown deepened. He didn't mind being on the council, but he was tired of being teased by Milly. All the silly charades and parties were nice and fun, if he admitted that to himself, but that wasn't his world anymore. It wasn't in him to pretend to be so care-free when he'd suffered so much at the hand of Britannia. Of course, some small part of him recognized that he merely out up with it because it reminded him that there was more to the world then fighting Britannia. That didn't mean he had to be joyful when the fan girl mobs approached... or when Milly teased him either.

At that, an idea popped into his head. The entire world became a muddled grey, as time itself froze. He was, without a doubt, a genius, but the beauty of his power was that he could 'pause' the world before he came to a decision. He thought to himself, before he nodded. He tapped the submenu labeled 'Perk Selection'.

A series of words suddenly burst into form before him.

'Lelouch Lamperouge (Nee vi Britannia) Lvl. 15

Title: Ex-Prince of Britannia. The Dark Prince.

Summary: As an ex-prince of Britannia, you understand its inner workings to a tremendous degree, granting you a bonus of up to 150% against the tactics of other Britannians. Also, the 'Dark Prince' natural perk allows you to flock others whom hate Britannia to your word as a leader. As a side effect, you also gain a bonus of up to 150% against other Britannians in methodical thinking.

Your hatred of Britannia is currently cloaked, meaning none know of your hatred, or of your ambitions. Your reputation as 'Lamperouge' has given you the title of 'Fear Noble' as all Nobles fear your ability to out-match them in chess.

The current extra perks available to you:

The Art of Masks: Your control over your persona is so masterful, even your loyal subjects don't know you truly. +150% in deception tactics. -150% in loyalty as a consequence.

The Lord of Perception: You are a cunning liar, and as such, you can manipulate anyone if given the moment to speak. With at least a minute in speaking with you, you can change others to your side of seeing things after passing a speech check. Note: Only works on some people. Some are immune by character. Some by personality.

The Ninja: Your time with the Kururugi, specifically with Tohdoh the miracle worker, has given you an appreciation for stealth and secrecy. With this perk, you gain the ability to be silent in both presence and footstep. The following perks 'The Ninja Apprentice' and 'The Ninja Master' upgrades the ability to be silent to most, and silent to all perspectively, with 'The Ninja Master' giving you the unique ability to hide among your enemies without fail.

The Omniscient Presence: This perk means any notifications that are yellow or red will immediately activate the pause menu, giving you time to make your decisions or choices, whereas normally your pause menu would be inactive. It also gives you a heightened awareness of your surroundings, increasing the time in which you can react by three-fold.

Bystander Effect: This perk allows you to shed your lineage of being a Britannian Prince, meaning any who discover your identity will judge you by your actions, not by blood. Naturally, this doesn't apply to those who are loyal to those of your lineage to an extreme degree.

The Intellectual's Strength: Your understanding of knowledge has transcended beyond most, as such your intelligence stat has replaced your strength stat. Happy running, genius.

**Unable to Unlock due to lack of knowledge** The ? Perk: It enhances your ? to its maximum potential. There are also two other upgrade perks to ?.

Amount of available perk points: 12.'

Lelouch sighed in annoyance. Some of the perks sounds useful, but had limitations. His real annoyance lay however, on the '?' perk. What was the knowledge that he was missing? It bothered him to no end. Whatever the case, he deduced; he'd choose a few perks and keep the rest available for the perk he didn't know.

He picked 'The Ninja' perk and its two upgrades, The Lord of Perception perk, The Omniscient Presence, and the 'The Intellectual's Strength' perk. He left the others alone for now. His available perks changed to '6', but the benefits were well worth it.

He exited the pause menu, as his int. stat was high enough that he didn't have to speak verbally to access it.

He ignored Rivalz pale face that said he was crazy when he walked right through the front door and into his classroom. No one even noticed. Lelouch grinned madly. Perhaps there were some benefits to this schizophrenia. He ignored Rivalz who was staring at him in awe for having the balls to work through the school like nobody's business. Sure, they had time to get to class, but to be able to walk through the front door and not get caught by Milly? Genius.

-Back in the Truck-

C.C. was annoyed. Very annoyed. She was grateful, really, for being saved from Clovis' torture sessions for immortality, but did they have to keep her contained in a weird capsule? Of course, maybe the idiots really thought they captured poison gas. As if Clovis would've dared to make the stuff. Not for the safety of his people of course, but for his inheritance as a prince being in danger.

Her rage at being sealed away by Britannia, by knowing that Charles had to do with the Code-Geass Disturber implanted in the capsule, was very satisfying in a way. It meant she hadn't lost all of her emotion to that bitch of a nun. Still, she was angry. No, furious. Outraged. She'd agreed to their plan to kill God, and look where it got her. Oh, she'd make them pay. They'd beg for death by the time she was done. Only when their minds cracked, and their empire/legacy in tatters, would she allow them her permission to die.

Then, the truck crashed into something. She was thankful for her straps holding her still. Brain damage was so very, very hard to heal from. Even with her Code. Then, the capsule burst open, and the Disturber turned off. She smirked in triumph. With the ease of Houdini, she twitched un-naturally, shedding her binds. She hadn't done so before because her Code had been disturbed, meaning she wouldn't heal when she dis-latched her muscles and joints out of position.

She flipped over, looking at a soldier who'd been holding himself with a gas mask. 'Britannian soldier. No fire arm visible. Honorary Britannian? Too risky. Time for a small amount of vengeance.' She blurred forward, contorting herself out of his reactive fist. Such an obvious attack, clearly telegraphed from a mile away. Her Code flared, as she punched him in the chest hard enough to break through a brick wall. With a contort, she moved her left leg upwards, curling his neck behind her kneecap. She now stood behind him, her Code flaring as she held his neck in a strangle-hold with her long leg. He choked, even as she quickly ran through his mind, leaving him unable to think for a moment.

'So, Suzaku Kururugi. I think in another life, you wouldn't have died here. However, I will not take chances. Nor will I allow Britannia to be redeemed, even if given the choice, or even if they accepted it. I deserve vengeance.' With a quick pull of her leg, she crushed his neck, cracking his wind-pipe and spine simultaneously. He gurgled weakly, before falling to the ground limp.

Not taking chances due to how high-tech the Britannian medics were, as if they'd bother healing an Honorary Britannian, she quickly rammed her hand through his chest, and ripped out his heart. She crushed it in her hand, eyes narrowed. She hated how blood was so hard to clean, but it had to be done. The sound of foot-steps reached her ears, and she quickly fled the scene.

The royal guard arrived and one of them gathered Suzaku's corpse. "Sir, we have a dead soldier. What do we do?"

The commander scoffed. "It's an Honorary Britannian. Why should we do anything? Just leave it in the truck."

The guard nodded and threw the corpse into the truck. Un-knowingly, the guard had accidently unlatched his pistol from his belt, where it fell and fired from the ground. Without the safety on, the pistol fired. It shot, not at the guard, but straight into the commander's stomach. He yelled and fell to the ground in pain. The rest of the royal contingent immediately killed the mistaken guard, and then took their commander to the healing bay.

C.C. scowled as the Knightmare arrived from the other side of the warehouse, doing a check on the perimeter. Her Code flared, as she ran forward, quickly tapping the Knightmare frame's leg. The Knightmare frame unlatched, opening the cockpit. One factor of her Code was that she could manipulate technology, or at least most things requiring electricity. She leapt up, and grabbed the struggling woman in her cockpit seat. With a quick, careless, crack of her neck, C.C. threw the woman's dead body out of the cockpit.

She accessed the cockpit, having scanned the woman's mind quickly enough to know the password. Sealing the cockpit, the Knightmare Frame turned and left the scene.

She had a terrorist group to rally, and a Prince to kill.