Once again, I try to take a break from updates and I get an idea for a new fic. This one won't be updated as often as Saving the Lost, I'm really on fire with that one. And with the update for one of my other stories I thought maybe I'd try something different.

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts belongs to Disney and Square Enix, Code Geass belongs to Clamp. I own nothing save for the story plot. Enjoy!

Code Keyblade

Prologue: Dive of the Demon Heart

The pain was unlike anything he imagined it would be, the feeble attempts of his own heart, trying to continue to pulse blood even though it had been torn asunder by the blade. Lelouch felt a strange sense of calm, knowing that his plan had succeeded. His sister was safe and free to lead the people into a gentler world and Suzaku, would always be there to protect her, as Zero; the hero. With that in mind, Lelouch gladly let death take him.

He let go and allowed himself to sink into the dark abyss. He descended slowly, it felt like he was underwater. Was this really what death was like? The current carried him to the bottom as turned him upside right. He landed on something solid. A strange glow of light caused him to open his eyes.

What laid out before him wasn't the bottom of the ocean, or fiery pit of hell like he assumed he deserved, but a stain glass surface. It was very well detailed. On one side, there was a picture of Lelouch in his school uniform and on the other side, Zero, the miracle worker. In the background was Ashferd Academy and in small circles near the top were pictures of those he held most dear as friends and family. Euphie, Nunnally, Suzaku, Kallen, C.C., Shirley.

So much to do, so little time

The voice seemed to echo all around him, but it seemed more like a thought. He didn't actually 'hear' it and couldn't tell whether it was male or female nor where it came from.

"Who's there?"

Don't worry, there is still time...

...a power sleeps within, if you give it form it will show you the way.

Three small pillars rose up from the stained glass. One held a shield, the other a mage's staff, and the third, a sword.

Choose carefully...

Lelouch looked at each one of them, but didn't move from his spot. "What is this? How can this be what death is?"

Life is a journey, not a destination. Yet, neither is death. Your destiny will become clear...

It was all Lelouch could do not to laugh, he never believed in such a thing as destiny. Events happened in one of only two ways, you fall in to someone's plan or you make your own. It was that simple. Still, he was curious. what exactly was this power if it wasn't Geass? He already had that, though he didn't care to use it anymore. He was dead after all and doubted it would do him much good in the afterlife.

He approached the staff and examined it.

The Power of the Mystic...a Staff of wonder and ruin...do you accept this power?

Lelouch put the staff back. As far as he was concerned magic didn't exist. He approached the Sword next.

The power of the Warrior...an item of power and destruction...do you accept this power?

Lelouch set that one back as well. He had already caused enough destruction and was tired of carrying that weight. It only reminded him that he simply wished to rest in peace. However, it seemed this voice wouldn't let him go so easily. He walked over to the shield and picked it up, not even waiting to hear what abilities it had.

you have chosen the power of the guardian, now what will you give up in exchange?

That part was easy. He had no use for magic, so he pointed to the staff, waving his hand like he had many times while using his geass. "I give up the power of the mystic."

The three pillars collapsed and vanished back into the stained glass. A door appeared in front of him. Leouch thought perhaps this was some final test to determine where his soul would rest. Perhaps a final judgement was needed to determine if he was indeed the Demon Emperor. He opened the door and was consumed by a blinding light.

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing back in Ashferd Academy. Three people were there, people he knew. Rivalz approached him first.

"What scares you the most?"

It was a strange question, one Lelouch didn't know how to answer at first. He thought perhaps this was all some crazy dream, but none of this seemed right. "To learn that my plan failed, and that Nunnally is still in danger."

"Really? is the idea of failing really that bad?" he asked, but Rivalz said no more and stepped aside for the next person. Kallen.

"Tell me Lelouch, What's the one thing you regret most?"

Again, he had to give this some thought. There were several things that he regretted, but he had tried to atone for them. "I lost some people that I cared about. I couldn't save them, and their deaths were my fault as a result."

"Is that so?" Like Rivalz, she walked back to where she had been standing to let the third person approach. It was Suzaku.

"What's most important to you, Lelouch, friends or power?"

What kind of idiotic question was that. He cared for his friends, that was the whole reason why he fought to attain the power he had. "Friends."

Suzaku smiled hearing that. "I'm relieved to hear you say that."

Lelouch suddenly felt so tired, like he had been awake for far too long. He wanted to sleep, but he soon found himself opening his eyes to the same platform of stained glass. The un-spoken voice was back again as well.

You fear failure, you regret not being able to protect those you care for and you chose friendship over power,...your destiny lies before you. That day is both far off and very near...

The ground beneath him opened up into a sea of darkness and Lelouch began to sink into it. no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free.

but don't be afraid, you hold the power to unlock your destiny and release your fate...

The shadows covered his face and wrapped around his throat.

and don't forget, you chose the greatest power of all.

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The waves crashed along the shore of a small island. Its hot, white sand seemed very bright in the afternoon sun as two boys walked along the beach. they were talking about simple things and fully enjoying spending the day on their favorite stomping grounds. The taller boy stopped and pointed to the beach farther ahead of them. Someone was laying in the surf. They both ran to check it out.

They gently rolled the young man over on to his back. The older teenager checked for a pulse and was relieved when he felt the steady heartbeat. They didn't have a clue where he had come from or who he was, but what they did know was that he needed first aid and fast.

Between the two of them, they gently carried him over towards one of the boats that was docked at the makeshift pier. They had to get him to the main island.

Please, tell me what you think, even if you don't think it's that good. any feedback is appreciated. I'd just like to know if I should continue.