But anyways, set just after Lulu regains his memory in R2. PS, I own none of this, save a the plot and a few OC's (aka Lulu's charas) I might throw in. I'll admit to those if it comes to that, soooooo . . .

"I've come to pick you up, Lelouch." The girl murmured, looking said boy straight in the eye. He was sure she was talking to him—at least; everyone else around him was dead. But why would one of the former Black Knights, the group of terrorists, want with him? And then, she spoke again.

"I am your ally. Your enemy is Britannia." she looked at Lelouch expectantly. "We made a contract, remember? We're accomplices."

"Contract?" he asked. "Accomplices?" the young man could hardly believe his ears.

"I'm the only one who knows the real you." She spoke, looking at Lelouch with slight remorse in her golden eyes.

"The true me?" he said, curiously. What did she mean by that? He was himself, right? He began to walk towards her. She must have answers. What did she mean by accomplices? The true him? And what was the contract? She held her arm to him, beckoning him to come. Then, shot rang out, and she looked at him with pleading eyes.

"L-Lelouch," she murmured, as she fell over from her perch on the knightmare. He ran to catch her as scarlet blood bloomed across her chest, staining the white fabric.

"H-hey!" Lelouch shouted, shaking her slightly. No reply. He looked up, and saw them, a group of armed soldiers gathered around a grayish-purple knightmare frame.

"The Britannian army . . ." He murmured, staring up in terrified awe. The foot soldiers walked to the corpses, and promptly began cremating them in violet flame.

"Hey! Wait!" He said. "What are you. . ." he began, as screams of intense pain reverberated around the room. "Stop it! They're still alive!" Lelouch shouted, as two shots rang off in the darkness as the screaming stopped. They weren't alive anymore. The violet-eyed man turned back to the knightmare.

"Thank you for playing your role, Lelouch Lamperouge." A voice bellowed down as a man emerged from the interior of the kightmare.

"Role?" He asked, unbelieving. "What are you talking about?"

"I've been observing you for quite awhile," he said, condescendingly, pulling out a book from his pocked. The cover read 'Lelouch's Activity Log'.

"Waking up a 6:59." He began, reading straight from the text. "Eating breakfast while watching the news with his brother at 7:12. He does not pay any special attention to the contents. Going to school at 8:45. He skips homeroom and the first hour of class to read on the rooftop. For the second hour of class, physics, he . . ." Lelouch could hardly believe his ears.

"That's me . . . Today . . ." he began.

"A diary of raising bait." He looked down on the younger man, grinning smugly.

"Bait?" he asked.

"You could call it a trap," he revealed to Lelouch. "To bring that witch, C.C., out."

"Wait? What are you saying?" The young man demanded, yelling out to the man atop the knightmare. Him? Bait? A witch? C.C.?

"I'm a baron. I don't feel like talking anymore with bait." He glared at Lelouch disdainfully. "All right, time for disposal." He ordered, and his eyes widened. The men cocked their guns. "Now there won't be any witnesses." The baron said as Lelouch gasped, staring into the barrels of various artillery.

"Disposal?" He thought out loud. "Is this the end for me? That easily, without understanding anything. . .?"

He hardened his disposition. Don't mess with me! He thought to himself angrily. Power . . . if only I had power . . .! The power to get out of here . . .! The power to fight the world! Lelouch felt a hand grasp his shoulder. He looked—the girl was alive! She kissed him, and felt a rush go through his brain. Lelouch's eyes widened. What is this? He wondered, as he saw a distant planet revolving on its axis. He heard a voice, echoing through the oblivion. Do you want power? She asked, from an unknown location. You're the voice from just now, he realized, as a bird sigil etched in stone flashed by. You already have that power, she said as he saw multiple girls, all the same, whitewashed, with the same bird sigil on their foreheads. You already have that power. She continued. It's just sealed away deep within you. Remember who you really are . . . The Power of the King! Lelouch felt his brain buzzing. What was this? Now's the time for the seal to be released! She shouted, as her neon green bangs flew up, revealing the sigil placed there. He saw flashes of people, places, things he had never seen before. I see . . . He began. It all made sense. The restlessness that has been pricking me like a thorn every day . . . Yes, they were all fake memories. The emperor, his father, flashed before his eyes. Then, his mother, Lady Marianne. I remember. Lelouch saw Zero in my mind's eye. I am . . .! He saw a bullet streak through the air, cracking the mask clear in half, to reveal his own face. He was . . . Zero! Kallen was watching, and Suzaku held out a gun, pointed at him. Lelouch. I won't ask for forgiveness. He said. We're friends, right? He looked at the man, now without a mask, with absolute disdain. Yes . . . is that your answer? Suzaku!

The flames rared up, flickering and swaying. Lelouch stood.

"I would like to ask you a question before you dispose of me." He requested of the baron.

"The woman's still alive!" The baron shouted. "No way! We shot her through the heart!"

"If being powerless is evil, then is having power justice?" Lelouch continued, walking toward him. "Is revenge evil? Can friendship coexist with justice?"

"There's neither evil nor justice." He answered. "All that remains for the bait is death."

"I see," Lelouch said. "Then the same will remain for you." He gave a long, sweeping arm motion. "Lelouch vi Britannia commands you," he ordered, eyes narrowing. "All of you . . . die!

The bird sigil, geass, sprang from his eye, and flew into their own, their brains twisting to comply to the exiled prince's orders. They moved, and their voices rang out, dull and monotonous.

"Yes, your highness!" they complied, aiming for each other. The baron targeted his own neck, as they all shot, and they all fell together, under the control of his ultimate power. Lelouch smiled, but something was wrong. Then, the flames reared up, and licked at his clothes, his hair, but burnt nothing. He stared in absolute terror as they formed a clear coffin around him, licking the air as C.C. moved to intercept. She touched the coffin, and pulled back as her glove burnt, and stared at her singed hand. Then, he felt himself growing sleepy. He was sure it had something to do with the weird scent the flames were giving off—lilacs. The violet-haired man felt himself collapsing into a drugged sleep, and, miraculously, felt solid ground instead of deadly flame. Strangely, his clothes felt baggy, and unusually big. No! He shouted to myself. I need my revenge! I . . . need . . . more . . . power! He thought. His eyes flickered one last time, and he caught the name of a school out of the corner of my eye. It read, 'Seiyo Elementary'.

It was Sunday, and the spring air was fresh and cool. Perfect for a walk. A small pinkette strolled where her feet would take her, and she ended up in front of Seiyo. And if that wasn't unusual enough, she saw a boy there, sprawled out on the ground. His clothes were black with some weird gold patterns added along, and were about a dozen sizes too big for him. He looked to be in fifth grade, and . . . well . . . kinda girlish. Like Tadase-kun—but with black hair. She knew she couldn't leave him here. Who knew what kind of weirdo would pick him up? The girl sighed, and slung him over her shoulder. It was going to be a looong walk home.

I'm sorry if there are any discrepancies in the turn from 1st person POV to 3rd. Sorry, I just can't write any POV other that 3rd now.

Y'know, somewhere, a midget detective is sneezing, if you catch my drift.

Ja ne for now!

~Ai~