"They got away!? And you call yourself the Royal Guard!?"

Bartley was livid, spit spraying as he shouted.

From what the Royal Guards had told him, the Capsule had been opened. And if that was the case, then she was free and she could tell the world what they had done to her!

No, no if she did that, she would be exposing herself… What if she came to find them to extract revenge!?

"F-Forgive me, My Lord. The blast was mainly directed upwards, but the-"

Complete and utter terror had seized Bartley. The thought of that… that creature coming after them made him quake in his boots. "Why the hell do you think I only told you people about this!?" And now others knew about her too. What if they used her against them? An immortal warrior…

The Royal Guards had seen her now, and who knew who else by now. Bartley didn't like it, but they would have to be killed. There was no way they could let that information just hang around without repercussions!

"W-We'll continue the investigation."

"The plan has moved forward to the next phase."

Bartley turned. If the thought of the immortal coming after him had scared him, the anger of his Prince was all that much worse. He would be humiliated, disgraced and killed. Everything he had worked so hard for, gone in an instant.

The only thing that girl could do was torture and kill him. His Highness would destroy everything about him.

Clovis sat on a throne, raised just above the commanders table, surveying the scene like the Royal he was. In his rush to re-secure the girl, he hadn't even changed bothered to change out of his party clothes. He knew the importance of this to well to waste time.

The phone call he had recently received from the Royal Guard had put him into a bad mood, though Bartley hadn't been privied to the conversation. He just hopped nothing had gone wrong with the girl.

"B-But Your Highness-"

"If knowledge of her get's out, I'll be disinherited," Clovis snapped, making the tough decision Bartley himself was too weak to make. That was why his Prince was the Viceroy. "Tell them back home we're carrying out a planned Urban Renewal here." He stood then, clicking his heels together and taking his most impressive stance. "As Clovis, 3rd Prince of the Empire, I command you, destroy Shinjuku Ghetto! Leave no one alive!"

Bartley whipped around, eyes wide with terror, and leaned towards the com system. "Attention all Forces! The enemy is garbage that can never hope to become even Honorary Britannians!" He commanded. "Wipe out ever last one of them!"

*You don't want it to end here, do you?*

Leloucia felt like she was floating.

All around her was darkness, nothing but darkness. She couldn't tell where the darkness started and she began. She couldn't tell which way was up and which way was down, or see any kind of horizon. She felt like she was part of it, the darkness, like her body no longer existed, but that was impossible.

She tried to move, move any part of her, bring her hand in front of her face, something, but nothing happened. She couldn't see; she couldn't feel. There was nothing.

Was this what death was like?

No, she couldn't be dead. She needed more time, there was sill so much she had to do. For herself, for Suzaku, for Nunally! She needed more time, she wanted more time!

*You appear to have a reason for living*

The image of a familiar green haired and golden eyed girl appeared before her, staring at Leloucia like she could see into her very soul.

The girl? Leloucia wondered vaguely. Impossible…

If it weren't for the fact that the girl's expression changed ever so often and the fact that she was completely naked, Leloucia would have concluded that what she was seeing were her last moments. As it was though, seeing as she had never even met the girl before today, to be seeing her naked like this and with any other expression besides a drugged haze, meant that-

The girl disappeared; replaced by a tunnel of light, and Leloucia momentarily forgot to think at the beauty of it.

She felt both warm and cold at the same time. Both weak and very strong. Both intelligent and very, very stupid.

*If I grant you power, could you go on?*

The voice was soothing and otherworldly. She wasn't sure if it belonged to the green haired girl, but she had a feeling due to her presence in this strange…. world, that it was.

*I propose a deal. In exchange for this power, you must agree to make my one wish come true. Accept this contact and you accept its conditions.*

Conditions? What kind of conditions?

Two giant orbs faced one another. One looked to be some sort of high-tech sphere with lights and moving parts, whole the other was made completely of smooth stone.

She didn't understand what it meant, only that she knew life existed on both. She didn't know how she knew or how it was possible; she could just feel it.

*While living in the world of humans, you will live unlike any other. A different providence. A different time. A different life.*

Images flashed in front of her eyes. A sigil carved in stone. Small children in ceremonial cloth all standing in rows. Jupiter.

*The Power of the King will condemn you to a life of solitude. Are you prepared for this?*

She saw her father. His back was to her but there was no mistaking the formable figure before her.

"A convergence with the Ragnarök Connection? So the myth is beginning once again!"

Anger built in her none existent body.

He turned, his eyes finding hers. Purple staring into purple. "My errant daughter. So, it is you who will usher in this new age?"

"No! Whatever you're planning, whatever you do, I will not stop until I see you dead!" She lifted her gaze to the heavens. "I accept the contract! Do you hear me! I accept!"

The voice chuckled. *Good, then live, Leloucia. Live!*

…..

Leloucia strained for air as she came too, hacking up the dust that coated her lungs. A dull throb of pain emanated from her side, but it was easily ignored in favour of the dirt scratching at her throat.

A glass of water was presented to her and she greedily drank from it without thought.

It wasn't until she was done the drink, her throat soothed for the time being, that she looked to the person who had given it to her.

A blue haired woman was seated beside her bed, worry etched into her face, her uniform a familiar muted orange.

Military. This woman was a soldier then. What was she doing taking care of Leloucia? Unless….

She sat up in a panic only to once again dissolve into a fit of coughs. The dull throb returned, forcing her back down.

"We gave you something to sooth the pain, but you should be careful when you move. You don't want to reopen the wound," the woman explained, placing a gentle yet firm hand on her shoulder to keep her from rising once again.

Wound? What wound?

The woman blinked at the confused look on her face. "You were shot; don't you remember?"

"Shot?" Her voice was strained, foreign even to her ears.

The woman nodded. "In the abdomen. The doctors were able to patch you up rather well. All you need to do now is get plenty of rest and allow your body to do the rest of the work."

Leloucia looked down at herself.

Her top was missing, replaced instead by tightly wrapped bandages, the left side of which was beginning to turn a pinkish colour as it soaked up the blood that continued to seep.

"You had us worried for a bit. You had lost so much blood we feared we wouldn't be able to revive you."

A rolling tray of medical equipment had been pushed off to the side, equipment she gaged that had once been inside her in an attempt to save her life, organized in meticulous fashion. A box of gloves and surgical masks sat beside it, though lain out in a less organized fashion.

The room was white, clean, sterile, and small. From the sounds outside, the men and woman shouting orders and the shaking of military equipment being moved, she gaged they were still in the Ghettos, possibly off in a designated safe zone, in what appeared to be a mobile medical van.

It was coming back to her, although slowly, as she swept her gaze around the place. She had been shot, that was right, under order of her brother. He would keep it a secret from the military of course, so her identity was safe for now, but how had she escaped?

Her gaze almost passed by the familiar figure laying on the cot across from her as she examined her surroundings.

"Suzaku!"

She once more pushed herself up, struggling against the pain and attempting to hobble over to his side.

The woman moved with her, to force her back down or to help her, she didn't know, but Leloucia pushed her away nonetheless. She would not allow anyone to keep her from Suzaku, and she definitely didn't need help from the military.

She knelt awkwardly at his side, the pain pills dulling but not completely removed the pain. If anything, it was just her senses that had been deadened, her mind having a hard time working out if the pain was real or not.

He looked pale, though not dangerously so. Then again, she was no doctor. For all she knew he could be at deaths door.

She smoothed the bangs away from his head, and breathed out a sigh of relief at the way his chest rose and fell in a seemingly healthy rhythm. His chest was wrapped like hers, though they appeared to have been changed recently, or possible he wasn't bleeding as heavily as her. Despite going past the protective plates, the wire mesh of his suit must have done its job.

With or without the suit though, there was still the fact that he had had sacrificed himself for her. She wasn't sure what he had been thinking when he disobeyed his superiors, but she knew it had been in an attempt to save her from the same fate. A foolish, stupid attempt, but an attempt nonetheless.

And then to stand in front of her as the Prince he served ordered her death…

Either way, he had risked his life for hers, and now he lay near death. She owed him her life, not for the first time since they had met.

She brushed her lips against his forehead in a quick, almost none existent kiss. His breath seemed to stutter for a moment before it returned too normal.

"Thank you, Suzaku."

The woman shifted behind her. Leloucia glanced back to find her face had turned pink and she was looking anywhere but at Leloucia and Suzaku. Either the physical contact had embarrassed her, or the fact that he was an Eleven and she a Britannian. Either way it didn't matter, the woman's opinions were of little concern to her.

Leloucia stood up, moving back to her own cot and redonning the tattered remains of her yellow jacket that had been lain out on a separate cot, obviously ready for disposal. It was stained with her own blood and torn in places from where they had cut it off her (and were those burn marks?), but she felt safer with it on, less exposed.

She refrained from asking about the green haired girl, fearing this woman might known more than she let on. Either the girl had gotten away, or she had been recaptured by Clovis. In the end, there was little Leloucia could do.

"Where are we?"

The woman, her gaze returning to Leloucia, gave her a sympathetic look. Leloucia almost snapped at her. "We're still in the Shinjuku Ghetto's I'm afraid. But we're close enough to Prince Clovis' personal convoy that we'll be safe, you don't have to worry."

Leloucia nodded, though fear did momentarily fill her at the thought of being so close to her brother. Good. She would be paying her brother a visit soon anyway.

"We found you with a few of Clovis' Royal Guards and that boy." The woman continued to explain, giving Suzaku an equally sympathetic look. Leloucia could only take it as another insult. Elevens. They were lesser. They deserved our sympathy. Just another form of racism, albe, a less violent one. "It was a suicide bomb. Looks as though the one who took you hostage set it off."

Ah, so the driver had sacrificed himself in an attempt to take out some Britannian's, that would explain what had happened to him. She figured he had fled as soon as it became clear the truck would no longer move. That would also explain the flames she had seen and the burn marks on her jacket.

The military though seemed to have a much kinder view of her involvement than Suzaku or the Royal Guards had though. Hostage, that was their conclusion. She was only there because she was being held hostage. It seemed Lady Luck was finally on her side.

"It looks like the poison gas had been moved as well, though it was just recently released. A lot of Elevens have been killed. They haven't caught the perpetrators yet."

Leloucia narrowed her eyes. The woman was lying to her. Mass Eleven casualties? The military was killing innocent people, weren't they, because they were in the way…

"I have no use for the weak. You are dead. You have been dead since the day you were born."

She was sick to death of the corrupt in this world. Sick to death of herself just sitting there, allowing it to go on. She was sick of the lying, of the death, of the betrayal.

"Leloucia, a dead person like you has no rights and so you will go to Japan with your sister. As Princess', you will make good trading material. Now, be gone from my sight."

Something stirred in her. A power she had never felt before coursed through her body. She felt drunk on it; intoxicated on the high.

She could order this woman to kill herself, or make her will bend to her own. It would be so simple, so, elegant, so… ironic.

"You, soldier." The woman turned to her, light blue eyes finding Leloucia's. "I-"

Before she could finish her order, a pale man burst through the door with a grin and a laugh. "Good morning~ How did you sleep? Well rested I hope!"

"Lloyd!" the woman chided, turning away from Leloucia, missing the look of annoyance that had passed over the girl's face. "A bit more sympathy, please."

Leloucia started and the power faded. She recognized this man. Earl Asplund, an acquaintance of her late Mother. That meant…

"Well, my dear little Gear, it seems you've had quite the day, hmm?"

What came off as just an odd term to refer to her as, meant so much more to Leloucia. That had been his nickname for her in her younger years, his absolutely infuriating nickname for her.

There was no denying that he recognized her.

"Earl of Pudding, it's been to long." Her smile was strained, but she hopped his respect of her mother would at least aid her in keeping his silence.

The woman looked between them in confusion.

Lloyd leaned forward. "When we found you, I almost didn't believe my eyes." He was grinning like a demented owl while Leloucia had a hard time keeping her anger in check. "I guess you're a lucky one though, you and that boy."

He looked past her to Suzaku, but she never took her eyes off him, narrowing them in warning. "Earl Asplund, I command you to do everything in your power to help him, do you understand?"

Both Lloyd and the woman blinked in surprise, before Lloyd threw his head back and laughed.

"My, you always were the demanding one, weren't you? No more than your sister, of course."

That was it. She snapped. "Lloyd! Do I make myself clear?"

"As you command, Princess~" Without taking his eyes off her, Lloyd turned to the blue haired woman. "Will you check on Lancelot, Cecile? I get the feeling we'll be needed soon~"

"But Lloyd-"

"Chop chop, dearie! We can't keep the Prince waiting~"

The woman gave Lloyd and Leloucia one last, rather confused look before nodding and stepping out of the building, leaving her, Lloyd and a blissfully unaware Suzaku, alone.

There was only one thought in her mind now that the other obstacles were out of the way. He knew.

"So, my little Gear, this is rather exciting news, don't you think?" His smile was as cold as the rest, but she still shivered in fear. He would tell someone, use her to gain something. He wouldn't care. He had never cared.

Power swelled in her.

"Tell no one of my true identity, Lord Asplund." She commanded, and she knew he would follow it.

Geass, that was what whispered in her mind. Her power, the Power of the Kings. She could command anyone to do whatever she pleased.

A large grin spread across her face, and she nearly laughed in the Earl of Puddings face. Yes, this tool would be useful.

She left him then, staring blankly at the wall, and grabbed one of the lab coats from its hook, putting it over her tattered jacket and covering her face with a surgical mask before stepping out into the afternoon sun.

A very useful tool.

…..

Clovis was to well guarded.

She had scouted out the perimeters of the mobile command base and had found no way through. At every station stood soldiers and Knightmare to block her path, to deny her. She was at the last line of defence between her and Clovis and she couldn't move past it.

Which meant she needed to backtrack. Just perfect.

The medical convoys which she had found herself in now lay behind her as she attempted to blend in with the rest of the people scurrying about. She quickly entered the tail end of a group of doctors as they cut a path across the secured area, and silently prayed they passed her far shorter stature as simply genetics rather than due to her age.

Off to the left, makeshift shelters had been set up, inside of which Knights and their frames were able to recharge and restock. She had no problem slipping away from the group and into one of these shelter without notice.

Unfortunately, she wasn't alone. Due to the lack of service people scurrying around it, she had assumed the shelter unoccupied, but it looked as though a woman Knight had returned alone and, not needing much besides rounds, had been left to her own devices.

She recognized the red shoulder plates on the side of the frame long before she would be able to place the woman.

She wanted to make the woman pay.

Do it.

It didn't take long for the Knight to realise someone else had enter the shelter though.

"Yes? Can I do something for you?" she asked, gazing down at Leloucia from her platform in confusion, mistaking her for one of the doctors running about.

"I order you to come down from there!" Leloucia called up, felling her power stir again.

The woman froze and Leloucia smirked.

Good, now then, all she would need to do was-

"Who the hell do you think you are to order me around?!"

What? It hadn't worked?... There must be a range limit on it, or a recharge time, or… No…

The woman lifted the gun at her hip and pointed it at Leloucia. "Who are you? You don't sound old enough to be a doctor. Remove your mask!"

This wasn't good. What had she been thinking, believing in invisible magic? She must have lost to much blood, or she was delirious from the pain medication. Whatever had convinced her she had a supernatural power called Geass?

The woman was beginning to descend the stairs. "Are you deaf?! Answer me!"

What was she doing? She should have just run. Why didn't she just keep quiet?

Do it.

Leloucia wasn't sure what possessed her to do it, but she raised her hands and pulled the surgical mask down. "My name is Alexia Spacer. My father's a Duke." She let out a fake laugh. "I seem to have gotten myself into a bit of a mess. I wanted to see what the Ghetto's were like but then the military showed up. My ID cards in my breast pocket if that helps. After you confirm who I am, I'll request your protection."

No soldier, let alone a Knight, would refuse such a thing. Is she was real Nobility, ignoring her request could mean termination of rank, or even life.

The woman hesitated at the base of the stairs, the gun falling slightly so that it was pointed at the ground.

Do it. Do it!

"Why are you wearing a medical coat?"

She gave her best impression of embarrassment. "It was how I snuck away from my father." The word felt filthy in her mouth. "We were visiting my mother in the hospital before this, so I grabbed the first thing I could and snuck out. Here, I'll get my ID f-"

"Keep your hands in the air!" the woman demanded, the gun once more rose to point at Leloucia. "I'll take out your ID."

Leloucia kept herself from smirking and returned her hands to the air.

The woman moved closer, gun still trained on Leloucia as she reached out for the pocket of her yellow Ashford jacket.

There was no turning back now.

Do it, do it, do it, do it!

Up closer, Leloucia could clearly see the woman's dark skin, pale blue hair and yellow eyes, all of which gave away her name. Villetta Nu. A Knight, but not of Nobel blood. Yet she was a persistent member of the Purist Faction, the red shoulder guards of which her Knightmare wore.

She detested the woman.

Do it! Do it now!

"There's no ID in your pocket," Villetta Nu growled, and Leloucia felt the gun press into her side.

Something akin to giddy filled her and she burst out laughing, startling the woman so much she nearly put another hole in Leloucia. The power surged in her once more and she watched as it took hold. Red encircled the Knights eyes. "Hand your Kinghtmare over to me."

There was a moment when Leloucia almost feared nothing had happened, that she really had been duped by the pain meds and her arrogance was about to get her killed, before the woman took a step back and holstered her gun.

"Understood." She handed over a small, thin activation key from off her wrist. "The authentication code is XG21G2D4."

A thrill went through her. It was real. Her power, it was real.

The woman, she had done exactly what Leloucia told her to do. Leloucia had twisted her will and bent her to her own.

The thought was both sickening and exhilarating.

She couldn't help but smirked though as she took the key from the woman and, without a word, moved past her, ascending the stairs to enter the Knightmare.

She was almost completely out of her element the moment she took a seat. The Sutherland was far more complicated than the Ganymede she was used too. So many buttons and levers.

It didn't take long though for certain things to beginning to make sense. The joysticks were similar to the Ganymede, although slicker and easier to reach. The start button was lower down, now closer to her feet than straight in front of her, and the activation key no longer got in her face when she leaned over the controls. The Slash Harken buttons were in the same place as always, on top of the joysticks, and the screen, though smaller, clearly displayed her places as well as every other Britannian Knightmare in the vicinity.

It looked like they had made an encirclement around most of the Ghetto's to trap the terrorist in. The terrorist were probably on their last leg by now, it was a miracle they had made it even this far.

A small red dot could be seen zig zagging its way across the battle field, being chased by two Britannian Units. The red Glasgow, she was hedged in here too, just like the rest of her team. She seemed to purposely be avoiding the upper east section of the map though, something it appeared Clovis hadn't noticed at all.

Perfect.

Already Clovis, or should she say his Staff Officers, strategy was clear. Her brother had never been one for the more delicate of strategies and it appeared neither were his men. This would be easy pickings.

All she needed now was an army.

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Update: Error's have been made and error's have been fixed! (hopefully... most of them... some of them... at least one of them)