A/N:Welcome one and all. This is my newest story The Banished Princess, and if any of you didn't know that, it is your turn to leave.

Anyways, I recently finished the anime, and well, now I can't watch it anymore without constantly getting up and thinking about how to twist it into this story, so, now I am posting it. Anyhow, read, and leave a review please.

If you don't, well, you make me cry.(not even close) Anyhow, enjoy!

I'll be updating this story every Monday or so, for any wondering.


Chapter 1: A Beginning


Gavina's POV

I wonder if these people really feel they'll be a match for me. For all they know, I'm some snotty Brit who just wants to test her mettle. I think absently. I wonder how they would react if they knew who I really am? I shift a moment in my seat behind the driver of this tractor trailer, resting my arm on an armrest and propping my chin on my hand. Or now that I think about it, more like who I was. Ever since I was banished, I refused to be the one thing that my heritage constantly-.

"Gavina." Xiu calls. I look over to the girl in the passenger seat, to see that Xiu is looking at me with one of her exhausted looks. "You really need to stop thinking about it." She says, her dark brown eyes staring at me imploringly.

"About what?" I ask, acting like I've no idea what she means. She shakes her head and turns forward, her black hair covering any features I could see from my position.

"Your banishment. You always get that look on your face." She says wearily. "Like your trying to puzzle your own existence. Like you have some sort of unsolvable problem in front of you. It's a strange thing to see, considering you're the one of the most intelligent and talented people in this entire Area." I turn and look at the wall of the vehicle.

"Well, you know me best out of everybody. I suppose that I have no choice but to believe you." I comment. "But I can puzzle my own existence if I wish, Xiu. You know that I'll do it in private if I don't do it around you two."

"Yes." the driver, Shan, says. "But we know that you need to be in the game today. You're facing off against a group of Sutherlands. You have to be truly careful. And even your special ability can't bring back the dead." I look at his eyes in the rearview mirror, which is kind of pointless since the view in the back is always obscured.

"I know, Shan." I reply, my Geass symbol flaring in my eye for a moment. "But it does nearly ensure my victory, if I'm in a pinch."

Well, you best get your head in the game and out of your past in order to face these guys. Shan thinks, guessing that I'm listening. You might actually die here, Gavina.

I nod and turn away from his gaze.

"We've arrived." He says, pulling into a dark cave about six miles outside the city. We drive for about another fifty meters before turning and backing into a space designated for us.

I shrug and wait for the two of them to exit the vehicle before unbuckling my seatbelt and grabbing my jacket and putting it on. I exit through Shan's door, and he closes the door after I exit.

"So, you're the White Hawk, right?" A guy asks Shan, standing in front of about six other men. "The one who still reigns undefeated after several hundred matches over the course of six years?" Shan shakes his head.

"Not me, her." He says, pointing at me. The man looks at me, and they all turn in shock, even the one who asked. Then he shakes, and then he roars with laughter.

Unnoticed by anyone, I activate my Geass and scan their minds.

Knew it. I think. These seven are a bunch of Britannian noblemen seeking to prove their mettle against a legend. Now that they have found out that it's me, a slight girl, though I'm still tall at 5'8", they're arrogant enough to believe they'll even take the rust off of my Knightmare.

"Prove yourself in the arena." I say dismissively, walking towards the trailer, the end of which is pressed against an entrance to the arena, where my Callous awaits me to pilot it.

"Hey!" The Brit yells as he clamps a hand on my shoulder.

"Shan, Xiu." I say. The man finds a fist in his face and a foot in his crotch, respectively from Shan and Xiu. He groans from where he lies on the floor.

"Julius!" All but one of his allies yell. The last one stares at me. I look at him in confusion, though I don't show it.

I swear that he wasn't there before. I think, staring at the black haired blue eyed young man before me. But I suppose I merely missed him earlier.

"If you wish to fight. It will be from the inside of a Knightmare." I say, looking down at this Julius Bischoff. "Unless you want me to break you outside of one, where you can't credit it to faulty machinery, but your own self." I turn away from them and head to the door of the trailer, opening it and heading in.

I step to the Knightmare at the end of the line of three. All three of us, Xiu, Shan, and I know how to pilot a Knightmare better than ninety percent of the populace. They get battle experience from both this and from battles with their resistance group. They don't know that I know what they do in their spare time, but that's not my problem or my business, so I see no reason to pry.

I hear Shan close the door behind himself and he flips the light switch, revealing our Knightmare's.

Shan has a yellow Sutherland, while Xiu has a gray one, and both have lances, but mine is a very different model.

One of the first Fifth Generations, and a starting point for so many prototype systems that I and Xiu have had to work out many bugs over the years.

It's a coal black Knightmare, with a head that rises in front of the cockpit and opens up, a piece of metal above it like a bird's upper beak, which, when I exit it, falls with the head to cover it inside of the chest of my Knightmare, with a lower beak looking chin, and the head has eyes cut into it, looking out like small menacing red lasers.

Callous' body is slim, compared to the box like Sutherlands in front of it. The arms are more like human arms, as much as robotic ones can, with spikes pointing downward on both shoulders and falling to a point just before reaching waist height, and its legs and chest are like a human as well. Slim, sleek, and deadly. It's a killer, and just looking at it, everybody would agree to that. Its hands are practically spikes, after all.

Actually, it would be far more accurate to call them blades. Callous is not meant to carry humans in his hands. He'd tear them to bits on accident.

The cockpit itself is also strange. Instead of the usual seat that comes with most Knightmare's, it has a seat like a motorcycle, which I found that I liked, even back while I was still a Pri-. A young girl. Of course, I've had the spacing modified over the years to accommodate my growth, but even when I was young it was designed for that to be simple to do.

"I suppose that they're my opponents?" I ask. Shan takes a clipboard off the wall and looks at it as I shrug my jacket off and put it on a hook, and take my pure white Knightmare battle jacket off its hook and pull it on, feeling it pressing loosely against my frame, and simply giving me a sense of calm.

It used to belong to one of the people whose presence I enjoyed the most. Jeremiah.

Course, I nabbed it from him when I was banished, but still. I kept it in as good a condition as possible, patching it up as much as possible… Still looks like it's the same as when I took it...

"Yeah, they are." Shan replies.

I brush a few locks of my short black hair out of my face, and look at my Knightmare where he kneels, cold and calm, waiting to be activated so he can tear through his prey.

I'm fairly certain he's even more bloodthirsty than the Knight of Ten.

I shake my head and try to get in the game. I could give people a show, or I could just end it.

I'm feeling like ending it quickly.

I turn and look at my two real friends. They're staring at me, waiting.

"Fight well." I say, extending my hand, palm down. Shan chuckles as he and his sister put their hands on top of mine. "No matter what-."

"Let us all-." Xiu continues.

"Return here alive." Shan finishes, smirking.

"Fang Shan, Fang Xiu, you're fight is about to begin, prepare to enter the arena." A man says over the intercom outside. I look at them and smile.

"You'll pull yet another victory, Miracle Twins." I comment, brimming with confidence.

Shan just brushes it off with a smirk as he jogs over to his Sutherland, in the back of the trailer, nearest to the entrance, and hopping up into the cockpit, entering and closing it, before starting his Knightmare.

Xiu looks at me and smiles thankfully before going to her own Sutherland and entering it and booting it up. I watch as they enter the arena, and look up the screen put up just outside of the entrance, just outside of the giant metal door that slammed down moments before. It changes from a picture of the Britannian flag to a live feed of the battle about to happen.

Xiu and Shan vs four other Sutherlands.

A countdown shows on the screen.

Five, four, three, two, one. Godspeed. I think to them as they move.

The enemies fire their Slash Harkens on both sides of them, as well as at least one at them.

Shan and Xiu simply deflect the ones in the way of their path with their lances and separate, giving what seems like an opening to take them on one at a time, and their foes take the bait.

They converge on Xiu, and Shan takes advantage of their stupidity. He fires his Slash Harkens at two of them, hitting and removing one leg each, as these are the non-lethal matches, once a limb is removed, a Knightmare is considered unfit to continue. Two negative sounding beeps sound.

I smirk as Xiu charges the remaining two and swings her lance at them. They try to shoot her, but she merely pushes them over and jabs her lance through the arm of one while Shan stabs another.

Two more beeps sound, and Xiu and Shan roll back towards the door to our trailer, but head through a door to its left, which a storage space meant for Knightmare's in case somebody like us comes along, who share a trailer, but have separate fights.

This is a highly illegal, well-funded, and much enjoyed sport that we play, with way too much experience NOT to have something like that.

"The Miracle Twins have won once more. This round was your warm up match people, and I don't think that any of the others will be quite so one sided." The announcer says. "So, without further ado, here we go!" I roll my eyes as the door to the trailer opens.

I look over to see a game official walk towards me, holding two briefcases.

"Your team's winnings." He says tonelessly, setting the briefcases down, and turning to go.

"Thank you." I reply as I pick them up and put them in one of the cabinets at the end of the trailer.

"How much did we get?" Shan asks as he and Xiu enter through the door they left in Knightmare's through.

"Two briefcases." I reply tonelessly.

His face turns sour.

"Only two?" He asks incredulously. "What is this blasphemy?"

"Well, to be fair, it's the first match. They want to take spare some money for future matches." I point out. "Especially since the prize of the night is getting to see me in action yet again. They don't get their money till the end of the night, after all, the records kept here are nearly perfect as to give everybody all they money they had bet earlier, so they want people to stay and waste as much money as possible."

Shan growls unhappily, and mumbles something akin to cheapskates under his breath.

"Would you bet on the near certainty or the certainty, good man Shan?" I ask him, amused.

He glares at me, obviously understanding.

"Besides, the lethal matches are higher stakes. Better payout." I finish. He takes a deep breath.

"Okay, let's just watch the match, shall we?" He says. I turn and head towards the Callous.

"Wake me up when it's my turn. I find no interest in this." I say as I climb in the cockpit. It closes around me, leaving me in the dark aside from the red glow around the major controls and the dark blue glow outlining the key spot. I sigh before folding my arms beneath my head and lie on my stomach and close my eyes.


I hear several dull thuds on the cockpit of my Knightmare, and hear Xiu speaking through our radio.

"Wake up; it's your turn to go in the arena." She says, fully bringing me to. I unfold my arms and take the key out of my pocket, sitting up as much as I can in my low ceiling cockpit, and put the key in, booting up Callous.

"Welcome to the final matches of the night, our only lethal matches! Bets are double or nothing here, people." The announcer says. "Prepare the stage!" The floor slides out to reveal a lower stage with large holes in the ground, revealing water beneath them.

'Hello, Gavina. How are you today?' His words file across the screen in front of me as I lean down and grab the controls, preparing to roll in.

"For the match you've all been waiting for-." The announcer continues.

"I've been doing well, Callous, how are you?" I ask.

'All systems functional and ready. We are ready to move out.' He replies.

"Good." I say.

"We're pitting these seven young gentlemen, these young Britannian nobles against the fierce, the mighty, the undefeated White Hawk!" He finishes, gesturing towards my gate. I wait. "Well, without any further ado, let the match, begin!" He runs to the door near him, getting way out of my way.

I look at the image on my screen, before flicking it to the left screen, minimizing it.

'You ready, Gavina?' Callous asks. 'It isn't too late for us to back down.' I smile.

"I'd say that sounded almost soft, Callous. Don't tell me I'm finally beginning to wear on you." I say, before piloting him to rollout position, and then rush out of the trailer into the arena, fully prepared.

I shoot out of my gate and at the first Sutherland. I thrust my left arm through the chest of the one next to the middle of their formation.

'Radio frequency found, line hacked.' Callous informs me.

"Where on earth did the Hawk come from?" One says in disbelief.

"She just flew at us and we couldn't even react!" Another shouts.

"Converge, take her out now!" The leader orders.

I turn to attack the ones to my left, two of them, rather than the four on my right.

I whiz around them, my arms and claws flashing, Callous nothing more than my own flesh, an extension of my body and soul.

'Blood! Blood, blood, blood!' Callous' words roll across the upper right corner of the screen. 'Take them out, do it!'

I tear the limb off of one, before using it to knock his Sutherland off of its feet, before driving my hand through its chest, killing him, before racing off to the other and leaping above him, shoving my hand through his head, sending his Sutherland into critical.

He screams over the radio and I use the smoke from his explosion to cover my leap into the water, evading the blind shots the others fired through the smoke.

"Where'd she go?" One of them asks after a moment.

"I don't know…" Another says.

"Form up next the edge." Their leader orders. "Keep your eyes peeled."

Then Callous grabs my attention.

'IFF signals attained.' He tells me, before the positions of my foes is displayed on my map of the arena. I smirk. Their backs are straight to the water.

I race over behind them, before leaping out of the water, shoving both arms through individual Sutherland's, before landing with my back to the other two, swiveling in place, seeing the other two about to shoot.

"What the, that's an aquatic Knightmare?" The leader says in shock, firing at me. I dodge his shots, as well as that of his ally. "How is this flat chested witch evading our shots?!" I crick my jaw, annoyed.

Bad move, kid. Bad move.

I shoot forward, before rushing straight past their Knightmare's, my claws flashing.

"What the hell?" He yells. "Losing power-!" And his feed cuts off, shortly before his Knightmare explodes, followed swiftly by the other.

I roll to the center of the arena and spread my arms, standing at my max height, about half a meter taller than a Sutherland.

"Victory is mine." I say, before raucous applause filters through the speakers.

"Settle down, folks, settle down. There is one more match with the White Hawk tonight, should he accept." The announcer says, his face now occupying half the screen alongside my Knightmare.

"What does he mean?" I ask Callous, assuming he's already hacked the system.

'A challenger in a special Knightmare. I've taken the liberty of identifying it.' He states.

"And?" I ask.

Please don't kill me and or scrap me for parts… He begs.

"Tell me now and I'll consider it." I reply, beginning to sweat a little.

'It's the Percival, Knightmare of the Quickstrike pilot.' He replies slowly. I blink.

"Well, this sucks." I say, trying to keep the waver out of my voice, my hands slightly clenching. "Any others with him?"

'None that I can identify, however, he is usually accompanied by either Deadeye or the Heavy Gunner.' He replies. I hit the button to activate my loudspeakers.

"I'm afraid I'll have to decline." I reply, sending a message to Xiu and Shan to get their Knightmare's and prepare to leave immediately, turning towards the exit that my trailer waits behind.

I should have known that one of Hawk Squad would stop by eventually. I think, silently cursing myself. Oh Lulu, why can't you just forget me?

"Please, White Hawk." A soft voice behind me says, causing me to freeze. "Won't you humor me?" I freeze and look over my shoulder to see the Percival unit.

Just by looking at it, I know that Lloyd designed it. It has the same usual design that he bases most of his prototypes on, however I can also tell that he didn't direct its building, since it lacks the shields that I know he was working on, and it has advanced landspinners, which Lloyd cares little for, though he makes his Knightmare's faster than any other designs by far, he doesn't go as far as this.

It has a single longsword on its back, and a Knightmare sized anti-tank pistol on its right hip.

And its paint job is a total black color, which seems to gleam in the light, giving it a distinct deadly look. Then I notice the only patch of white on it. Its left shoulder has a white hawk.

I grate my teeth before turning away.

"I apologize; I am feeling quite ill right now." I reply.

"So," A new, all too familiar voice says over the loudspeakers, replacing the announcer, causing me to freeze. "You managed that show while being hampered by an illness, I'm impressed."

I stare at the man on the screen in shock, feeling a shiver creep past my spine.

It's… Lelouch.


I feel cruel. I ended it right there, and I feel cruel.

Anyways, tell me what you think, let me know what you think I should fix and anything that stands out as completely wrong.

Oh, and a few things here.

Firstly, Nunnally doesn't exist.

Second, as you probably gathered from the description, Lelouch was never banished at all.

Thirdly, I have added Xiu and Shan to the original gang that was the first of the Black Knights.

Fourthly, Zero will not play a part in the forming of the Black Knights.

Fifthly, the rest of everything explained will either be in response to reviews or through the story itself.

Later.

~Boyy2k