I just randomly thought, Lelouch and Nunnally were his kids, and even babies love their dads before growing and realizing that they're alcoholics, or abuse their mother or something like that. So wouldn't they be the same?


There was once a time when we loved him. . .

"Hahahaha!"

To any normal person these giggles of a child would give a warm happiness. But to the nurse maids of the royal Britannian family, it was a giggle from the devil.

"Lelouch! Please!", one of them called.

The small 5 year old continued to run through the halls of the Imperial palace. He was looking for someone. Lelouch had pretended to take a nap and when they left the room he escaped. The nurses ran aftr him but were no match for his youthful energy.

Finally, he made it to the room he was looking for. Lelouch stepped out in front of hundreds of people and made his way to the podium. The guards stood in shock, not knowing what to do. Lelouch's stubby legs carried on.

"Dad!"

He raised his arms up to the man before him. Said man stopped the speech he was giving and looked to the young boy. Lelouch kept his arms raised and started hoppong up to reach him.

He crouched down and picked up Lelouch and held him in his arms. Lelouch wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Dad", he said lovingly.

Turning toward his baffled audience, Charles exclaimed,

"My son Lelouch vi Britannia! His cleverness is fueled by his determination to meet his goals. Which makes him a fierce competitior for his siblings, even at this age!"

There was once a time when he loved us. . .

It was so early in the morning and Lelouch didn't like getting up early but the nurse maids said it was important. He was taken to a special room, he was never allowed in it. The nurse maid took him in and he saw his mother laying on a bed, looking exhausted.

Lelouch immediately ran up to her and jumped on the bed.

"Mom! Mom!"

"Lelouch, good morning", she said breathlessly.

"Here she is", a stranger came up to Marianne and handed her a bundle of cloth.

Lelouch scooted in closer to get a look. There was a tiny scrunched up face, with tiny wisps of hair.

"Mom?", Lelouch questioned.

"Lelouch, this is your little sister-"

Suddenly the imposing man that was the 98th emperor walked in. He strode to the bedside and sat in the chair provided for him. Marianne smiled at him, and handed her daughter over.

"Her name is Nunnally", she said sweetly.

And then something happened that was only seen a few times before, the emperor smiled. He smiled kindly to the tiny girl in his arms.

"Nunnally vi Britannia. It suits her."

The small infant gurgled and gave a toothless grin. One might say it was only gas, but then again, they wouldn't want to ruin the moment.

He handed the baby back into Marianne's arms and turned his attention to Lelouch.

"My son, you now have something precious, something to protect."

Lelouch smiled widely.

"I'll protect my sister!"

There was once a time when we loved him, and he loved us,

But that was a long time ago. . .

"Suzaku one day I will obliterate Britannia!"