A/N: My first story! It was inspired by tis picture (http :/www. / 845614) and a comment that said suggested that Nezumi and Shion should end up ruling No. 6 "all sexily" like in Code Geass. It is definitely more focused on the former, but next chapter on will have lots of elements from Code Geass, so I'll move it to the crossover section next chapter. On that note, enjoy, R&R!

It had all gone wrong.

Finding Safu, destroying the wall, saving everyone from the bees. None of it went the way we they had imagined. The plan they had set out was nowhere near simple, but thinking about how it was put to a halt so quickly made them both a little sick and more than a little ashamed.

The moment the truck stopped way too early was what gave away their immanent failure. Even though it was a commonly used route, the smooth ride there didn't feel like the uninhabitable terrain of the West District. After calming down the passengers with them inside the truck, Nezumi shot a nervous glance over at Shion. He could tell that Shion noticed too. Shion looked perplexed, but he chose not to voice it in fear of alarming the others.

When the quiet ride came to a stop, an armed guard motioned for them to exit. They were all led through a sterile looking hallway. Nezumi with a very protective arm around Shion stood near the back, looking for opportunities to escape. Things seemed to have changed since he had been here last. In fact it looked more like the drab walls of the-

Nezumi gasped and stopped dead in his tracks. The guards behind him also stopped and pointed their guns at him. He stared in horror as the rest of the group went on to their deaths, though not in the way Nezumi had anticipated. Because this wasn't the correctional facility.

It was the government building.

The guards that were surrounding them closed in and put them in cuffs. Nezumi let them. He knew his way around a pair of handcuffs by now. There was no way out by now, but one thing struck them as odd. They were all armed, but none of them made a move to shoot them yet. By now the rest of the group would have been executed by the guards in the other room, but Nezumi and Shion were still alive and fearing what could come next.

One of the guards spoke up, "You two. You are VC103221 and the one who escaped being held for the murder. Am I correct?"

They hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

"You are both hereby under arrest for conspiracy against the city, treason, and murder. After questioning, you both will be sentenced to death or life in the correctional facility." The guard barked and gave a motion to one of the guards to start moving. They went through a door that led to a secret passageway much like the one Nezumi had used four years ago. He tried to get a better look, but every time his eyes strayed they were met with a high powered rifle staring right back. He didn't really want to get shot here again or have Shion hurt in his place.

As they walked through the dingy corridor that was obviously not used by the government officials that worked in the building, they began to notice cell doors, rusted and dull from time. One in particular looked much more tidy and had a guard dozing in a chair next to it. He was awakened by the mass of guards and their jangling shackles. He gave a nervous salute to the guard leading them who only scoffed at him, "Just do your job, idiot. We can't let her escape us again!"

"Y-yes, sir!" he managed to stutter out.

Shion stopped for a second and gazed at the door. Who could possibly be in-

'There. I found you...my.'

"Huh? What was that?" Shion looked around to see if anyone was speaking to him. Nezumi simply looked at him weirdly and the guards all but snarled at him, "Don't speak, prisoner!"

"P-prisoner! We're going have to stay in here?" The thought of being alone in a cell for the rest of his life terrified him.

"I told you to BE QUIET!" The guard brought his gun down on top of Shion's head. Hard. He fell to the ground and Nezumi jerked forward, crying out his name. He was also given a rough hit to the head and a punch to the gut for good measure. Nezumi cried out and gasped for breath only to get a vicious kick to the temple that made his vision swim and hurled him from his knees to the ground.

The only things that processed in his fuzzy mind was Shion yelling his name and the guards pulling the both of them through the rest of the corroded corridor.

Nezumi finally glanced at the slightly ornate, red door at the end of the hallway. It took him a moment to realize that the door wasn't red but only appeared that way because of the blood seeping into his eye from his forehead. He knew whatever was behind that door would ultimately lead to their deaths, but with his head throbbing and his body sore from the guards and Shion sobbing lightly beside him, he knew there was nothing he could do about it.

As the light streamed in from the open door, he took Shion's cuffed hand in his.