Hey. So this fic is a request from BlackTyrantValvatorez - now known as Tyran Overlord Killidia - and KaijuSlayer 9117. I got this request before summer started and, at the time, liked the idea. Now, I'm here with chapter one. I hope everyone likes it, as that will influence the frequency of updates. It's a new policy I started, since I'm garbage at keeping a decent update schedule.

Chapter 1: Exodus

"Announcing Prince Lelouch Vi Britannia, 17th in line for the throne!"

As the doors opened the assembled nobles watched as a young child, no more than ten years old, walked down the carpet, up to the throne. The boy - Lelouch Vi Britannia - stroud down the aisle, a mask of stoicism on his face as comments drifted into his ears from the assembled nobles.

"That's the Eleventh Prince!"

"Have you heard about his mother?"

"Empress Marianne? Yes, wasn't she-"

"Assassinated in her own villa!"

"My word! What about the younger sister?"

"She was caught up in the cross-fire. The injuries she sustained -"

"Left her blind and crippled!"

"That's disappointing. She's not good for a political marriage or the military now."

"What you mean is that she's not good for anything."

Lelouch ignored these comments about his sister and continued walking until he reached the end of the carpet. Glancing up, Lelouch looked into the cold, amethyst colored eyes of his father, the 98th Emperor of Britannia, Charles Zi Britannia. Remembering the courtly manners his mother had installed in him when he was younger, Lelouch knelt down and lowered his head, bowing to the most powerful man in the world.

"Rise."

At the Emperor's word, Lelouch stood and raised his head. "Your Majesty, my mother, the Empress, is dead."

Silence reigned throughout the throne room as the assembled nobles watched and waited with bated breath as the Emperor regarded his son. Finally Charles Zi Britannia spoke, his voice echoing across the hall, ensuring all those around heard him.

"What of it? This is old news."

Any restraint Lelouch had disappeared from his mind as the stoic mask he wore shattered like glass. "What of it? A noble was murdered! You're own wife! Is there no search for her murderers!"

The surrounding nobles all took a step back as the Emperor stood, his eyes narrowed at this son. "Investigations have turned up nothing and to pursue the search any further would be a waste of resources. As such, I have ended the investigation."

Silence once again. In the audience, several of Lelouch's half siblings watched, silently begging/pleading to whatever god was listening to keep their brother's mouth shut.

"Ended the investigation…"

It was at that point many of the royal princes and princesses became atheists.

The Emperor paid no mind to his son's shaking and mumbling, rather he sat down on his throne. "I will not have my time wasted on this childish nonsense. Send in the next one."

Lelouch exploded. In a fit of rage, he charged up the stairs leading to the throne, eyes cold as ice. The Royal Guards held up their spears, seeing the angry child approach, however a quick gesture from the Emperor caused them to lower them. Lelouch payed this no mind as he quickly ascended the stairs. Stopping at the top, panting in anger, Lelouch glared at his father - no his sperm donor - with a look that translated to downright murder.

"Why would you end the investigation! We have more than enough resources to find her killer! And what about my sister! She was injured! Do you not seek justice for her as well!"

Lelouch finished his tirade, letting the anger he felt sagg away along with his body. He knew that he had gone against all of the lessons that his mother, Brother Schneizel and Sisters Guinevere and Cornelia had taught him, but at the same time Lelouch felt as though he made a clear point to the Emperor.

"What care do I have for a dead tool and a broken tool. I repeat, I will not waste my time on this nonsense."

At those words any respect Lelouch had for the Emperor died there. Nobody got away with describing his family like that.

No one.

"You bastard!" With a cry Lelouch ran at the Emperor, his tiny fist raised in anger. Closer and closer the young prince got, intent on striking the man who insulted the memory of his mother and the honor of his sister.

Only for a silver boot to slam into his face. Flying back with blood flying around him, Lelouch was barely able to see the identity of the man who attacked him.

Bismarck Waldstein, the Knight of One. The Emperor's personal bodyguard.

Bismarck's kick caused Lelouch to fly past the Royal Guards he had passed before, as well as the stairs he had climbed up. Lelouch's back impacted the marble ground of the throne room with a loud crack, causing more blood to fly out of the young boy's mouth.

Lelouch lay on the ground gasping for breath as the pain in his face and back flared with every tiny movement. Leaning his head up, the prince found the gaze of the Emperor meeting his own, glare for glare.

"What nerve you have to attack me in my own throne room boy! I, who has provided the clothes on your back, the food you eat, the wealth you enjoy! I, who am the entire reason you carry the name 'Britannia'!"

"I reject all of that!" Lelouch shouted back, his voice, though young and high pitched, carried with it a charisma and power that few in the world had. "I reject everything you offer! I would rather die than have any relation to you!"

Struggling to his feet, Lelouch looked dead into the Emperor's violet eyes with his own, his voice echoing out for all to hear.

"Mark my words! I will find a way destroy the bedrock of the very empire you rule! I will find a way to tear away your world brick by brick! I will see you broken and dead before my feet! I will…

I WILL DESTROY BRITANNIA!"

Silence fell over the Imperial Court as every assembled count and countess, lord and lady, every prince and princess heard those words. The words washed over them like a chilling wave, some even feeling as though death had come to claim them right there.

The Emperor simply glared at his son, his glare never leaving his face. "Very well than…

"Now here my words boy. I cast you out Britannia. You will no longer be my son, but a common mongrel. No longer will you be considered, by myself or the people of this land, a 'Vi Britannia'."

Turning his back on his now ex-son, the Emperor returned to his throne. "You will be sent to Japan, along with the broken tool. Worthless as the two of you are, you still have your uses. NOW BEGONE!"

(Time Skip)

(One Week Later)

Lelouch stood at the airstrip, looking at the plane that was supposed to take him and his sister to their new home. He had done some reading on Japan - its history, governmental system, military, social structure and the like. If he was an optimist, he would have been fascinated by the culture of the Far East country and would have looked forward to his new place of residence.

Instead, Lelouch was focusing on the likely negative outcomes of this journey. 'The Japanese people will no doubt see myself and Nunnally as gajin, similar to how they viewed Westerners in the past. This will no doubt be helped by Britannia's rather imperialist notions. In fact, if the current high ranking Japanese politicians and military leaders are smart they will no doubt have figured out that the Emperor is only sending Nunnally and myself there as a false precautionary measure, to lower their defense. I wonder…'

Lelouch was broken out of his thoughts by a light cough coming from his left. Moving as quickly as he could, Lelouch was soon at the side of the cougher: his little sister, Nunnally Vi Britannia, now blind and crippled from the assassination of their mother. The young girl had been hospitalized the minute she had been discovered, with doctors working day and night to help her recover…

Until Lelouch spoke to the Emperor.

When Lelouch returned to the hospital, he had discovered that, in preparation for their exile to Japan, the doctors had been ordered to prematurely release Nunnally from their care. She had been given a simple wheelchair to move around in, but aside from that, the doctors refused to deal with her anymore.

Lelouch had been forced to look after his sister's needs - all of them - and the stress of the situation had been getting to him. Not only did Nunnally need to be cleaned, changed, and helped with all hygienic concerns, but she also suffered from pain brought about by the bullets that had hit her legs. The phantom pain from the attack would sometimes wake her in the dead of night, her screaming her head off, begging her brother for the pain to stop. All Lelouch could do was give her basic pain medication and hold her hand, trying to comfort her.

Not only did she have to deal with that, but Nunnally had also been developing a fever which grew with intensity every day. It pained Lelouch, having to watch his baby sister suffer in such a manner while he could do nothing.

"Big brother...do you think our siblings will come to say goodbye?" Nunnally asked through the coughing fit.

Lelouch grimaced. He had avoided contact with the members of the Royal Family that Nunnally and him were closets to - namely his sisters Guenever, Cornelia, Marrybell, and Euphemia, along with their brothers, Schneizel and Clovis. He did not want to have to deal with the obvious disappointment he would face from the three eldest as well as the wails from the two youngest.

If he was truly being honest, he was also sparing Nunnally and himself the feelings of seeing - in Nunnally's case feeling and hearing - the despondent faces of their closets siblings. He knew that he would be fine - he would have to be, if only to provide for his sister - but Nunnally would be heartbroken, as her last memories of being with her beloved siblings would be marred by the sadness and heartbreak of them leaving.

And Lelouch had caused his sister enough harm. 'Never again.' he mentally swore. 'Never again will I cause Nunnally to feel any form of pain or sadness, I'll make sure that her world is one of happiness and peace. This I swear.'

Opening his mouth to verbally reply, Lelouch was cut off by a feminine voice from behind them.

"Of course we are Nunna. We wouldn't be much of a family if we didn't show up."

Lelouch's eyes widened as he whirled around towards the source of the voice, his mouth opening in a silent gasp.

"Lelouch, please close your mouth. It's unbefitting of a young man such as yourself to have the same reaction as a cartoon character?" Schneizel El Britannia chidded lightly. Standing beside the 2nd Prince of Britannia were several other people. Lelouch recognized his four favorite sisters, but couldn't place the others who stood with them. Looking behind them, Lelouch noticed several servants moving several large suitcases towards the plane.

Shaking his head Lelouch opened his mouth, the words coming out in a stutter. "Wha- What are all of you doing here?"

"An interesting question little Lulu." A voice said from behind the former prince. Tensing at the new voice, he turned again and froze at the site of an older women - around the same age as his sister Cornelia - standing there with a young boy with silver hair and eyes.

"Where to begin?" Nonette Enneagram, the Knight of Nine, rhetorically asked with mischief alight in her eyes.

Cut! That's the first chapter. As stated above, I will now be updating based on which fics get the most reviews/attention by the audience. For clarification, that means that I will try to update my more liked ones more frequently, but I will also be working on others. Finally, I would like to direct your attention to my profile, where you will find a challenge for anyone to take a swing at. If you do, message me about it, as I am very interested in seeing the outcome. While you're there, might as well check out my other works and review.

Arrivederci! TheSaintsFollower signing out.