So, this is another demented Code Geass crossover I thought up on a whim. Like Plenipotent Player Prince, it's another story where Lelouch is a reincarnation of a relatively OP crossover character, though unlike that story, there will be only one other reincarnation. A character will be reincarnated as Kallen. Also, this story will be Lelouch/CC/Kallen.

Now, what is this a crossover with? Well, the title is a bit of a giveaway, as is the initial scene... ;)

LELOUCH LIESMITH

CHAPTER 1:

AWAKENING

Always, in his nightmares, he was falling. He saw a bearded old man with an eyepatch, and a blonde-haired oaf. Father. Brother. He'd done it all for his father's approval.

As he looked up at his father, who was holding them, he said, desperate to make him understand, "I could have done it, Father! I could have, for you, for all of us!"

The old man looked down at him with sadness, and whispered, "No." And with that single word, his heart broke. Because he knew his father did not appreciate what he had done, despite everything, despite all the lies the old man had told him, despite stringing him along…

Yes, he himself had lied. He had betrayed his brother, technically…but he betrayed him first, along with those damnable friends of his. And in any case, it was he who was betrayed first…told lies about who and what he was.

So, his last act was one of despair and spite…and perhaps it was to relieve the pain. Oblivion was better than the agony of having one's heart torn from him. So, he let go of the man he once called brother, and allowed himself to fall into a maelstrom, hearing his so-called brother scream at him in agony that was very well-acted, and a quieter noise from the false father.

Then, a divergence. He felt himself getting ripped and torn apart, his very soul scattered on the winds. And then, a voice, coming from a woman with short, dark purple hair, a strange bird-like symbol at her neck. Not yet. Another chance, you shall have. Time moves strangely between universes, like a road built over a river, with a lifetime in one can take a couple of years in the other. But as some would think you were fated to cause Ragnarok in one realm, here, perhaps you may prevent it…

Lelouch's nightmares, for now, were the last thing on his mind as he hurried through the ruined building within the Shinjuku Ghetto, a green-haired young woman (or girl, it was hard to tell her age, given that she could have been in her late teens or early twenties) in tow. There were a plethora of other concerns in mind. And the day had been going so well too.

He'd finished fleecing a particularly arrogant noble of cash he didn't deserve (what did they say about fools and their money soon being parted?), when he and Rivalz were almost run off the road by a truck. Said truck then went into a construction site and crashed, and Lelouch went to try and help, only to end up falling into said truck, although he seemingly heard someone's voice speak into his head.

Now, this truck was being driven by a pair of insurgents, freedom fighters, terrorists, name your poison…oh, and speaking of poison, the rather ominous domed apparatus in the truck was apparently a poison gas container they had stolen, though one of the insurgents, a redhead girl he was almost certain was Kallen Stadtfeld (only, not sickly and weak), seemed to make it clear that they weren't going to use it. Well, for its intended purpose, anyway. Maybe-Kallen went out in a refurbished Glasgow Knightmare Frame, and Lelouch was left in the truck, only for it to crash in a subway system after it was shot at.

And then, who should come at him with a spinning kick to the face than his old friend, Suzaku Kururugi, now an Honorary Britannian working for the military? And then, the so-called poison gas capsule opened up, revealing not poison gas, but the very woman accompanying him through the building, in a straitjacket. And then, after that, Clovis' Royal Guard showed up, and told Suzaku to kill Lelouch. Suzaku refused, and thus got shot in the back for his troubles. Only a timely explosion from the cabin of the truck, presumably triggered by the driver, allowed Lelouch and the woman to get away.

But he could hear the sounds of gunshots and explosions in the distance. And he knew what that meant, especially as Clovis' Royal Guard seemed set on murdering even a Britannian caught up in this. That blonde, foppish ham whose only talent was in art was intent on wiping out everyone in the Shinjuku Ghetto to cover up his mistakes. So what was so awful that poison gas, banned by international treaty, and even his bastard of a father didn't contravene that, was chosen as the cover story?

Human experimentation? A chilling thought. Though that raised yet more questions. And he wanted to get the hell out of here so that he'd have the luxury of asking them…

"HE MUSTN'T DIE!"

The report of the gunshot was deafening in the warehouse he had ended up in. The green-haired woman's brains splattered onto his uniform as she jumped in front of the shot intended for him. Lelouch cursed Shirley for exposing him by a thoughtless phone call. Then again, he should've set it to silent once he realised he was in the middle of a battle.

"Hmmph, our orders were to bring her back alive. Seems that wasn't a state of affairs that she was comfortable with," scoffed the head of Clovis' Royal Guard. He and his men had just used this warehouse to murder a bunch of innocent people, even children, with the green-haired girl being the latest. And judging by his look, Lelouch was next. "We'll have to report that she was tortured to death by the terrorists she was captured by. How does that sound, schoolboy?"

Lelouch glared at him. He could feel his wrath stirring within him, not like a torrent of flames, but like a blizzard, cold and merciless. If only he had the power to avenge Suzaku, and this woman…and to save himself from being killed, before he could make the world one Nunnally could be happy to live in, one where the man he was forced to call father by dint of genetics didn't exist. If only he could…

Suddenly, to his astonishment, the girl's hand reached across and grabbed him, and suddenly, he was no longer in the warehouse. He was tumbling, falling through a strange void, finding himself tumbling through a strange vortex. He felt a feeling of déjà vu, like this was what happened in his nightmares. "You don't want to die, it seems…because you have a reason to continue," spoke a voice from the distance, warped and flanging, but it sounded feminine…the woman? But that was impossible, right?

A faint chuckle seemed to tell him that the woman had somehow heard his thoughts. "When you're heading down the rabbit hole, it helps to believe a few impossible things," the woman said, her outline appearing superimposed over the void, before he began seeing more unusual imagery…a pair of planets suspended in a void, a familiar bird-like marking, a legion of people with said marking, a planet that looked like Jupiter, complete with Great Red Spot, and yet, was not. "I'm proposing a deal. In exchange for a power that will allow you to go on, to survive, the power of Geass, you will make my one wish come true. Accept this contract, and you will accept the conditions, that the Power of the King will set you apart from humanity. Tell me, is this solitude what you will bear?"

And then, Lelouch saw HIM. He saw Emperor Charles zi Britannia, flanked by robed followers, in some Greco-Roman structure. "…A convergence with the Ragnarok Connection? So…the legend begins anew?"

"Yes…yes!" Lelouch roared. "I ACCEPT YOUR CONTRACT!"

He got the impression of a sort of smile from the woman. "And what is this? Hmm…this ought to make things more interesting. I never knew that you hid this kind of secret, Lelouch vi Britannia. But would giving you the Power of the King be needed? Still…either you will be the one to fulfil my wish…or perhaps you don't have to…just get ready."

"What do you mean, get ready?"

"What do you get when you add over a millennium worth of memories to a seventeen year old schoolboy?"

Lelouch blinked, but before he could ask what she meant, there was the sensation of a pop, as if a plug had been pulled…and suddenly, a flood of memories rushed at him, sweeping him down this metaphorical landscape. He struggled to keep his head above the water, so to speak, but he was in danger of drowning. His head sank beneath the surface, and the last thing he felt before everything changed…

…Was remembrance.

The Captain of Clovis' Royal Guard was chosen for a number of qualities: he was vicious, ruthless, and utterly loyal to his liege. Fine qualities when your leader, who was not the sharpest tool in the shed labelled 'Britannian Imperial Family', wanted a massacre of worthless Numbers perpetrated. The Captain loved his job, and thought that killing that Honorary Britannian who used to be the Japanese Prime Minister's son very satisfying. Honorary Britannians were there to be cannon fodder at best.

And at worst?

Target practise.

He wouldn't regret killing this stupid schoolboy either. Britannian or not, he had seen too much, and to tell the truth, he looked like a noble, and the Captain secretly despised them. Even if he knew that said boy was the son of Marianne the Flash, someone that Clovis would have actually wanted retrieved alive, he would have shot him anyway out of spite: he had known Marianne and thought her to be an uppity commoner bitch. Which was really more of a case of sour grapes: the Captain thought she slept her way to the top.

Still, the Captain was disturbed when the boy began spasming and writhing, screaming in agony as he clutched his head. He held back from shooting him, hoping that the boy would just die from whatever fit he was pitching. No such luck, really. The boy soon straightened, and then stood up. His voice, once nervous and indignant, now felt calmer, colder. It felt like the Arctic. "Ahh…so that's how it is." A chuckle wormed itself from his throat, a chuckle that escalated full-blown laughter, mad and malevolent, before he stopped himself. "I feel like a thirsty man in the desert, who had fallen through into an underground lake. Oh, you children of Midgard…so violent and uncivilised…turning on each other for the most petty of reasons. You feel so grand, stomping down on the helpless like a boot on an ant. Then again, ants don't have quarrels with the boot."

"What are you talking about?!" the Captain demanded, raising his pistol. "Have you gone mad?"

"…Actually, I've never felt saner," the schoolboy said, looking up at them with an unnerving grin. His skin and eyes turned an icy blue. "Oh? And I've somehow absorbed the power of the Casket of Ancient Winters…how interesting…"

"OPEN FIRE!" the Captain yelled, some instinct telling him that he needed to kill this monster right now. But to his astonishment, only sparks from ricochets seemed to appear on the schoolboy. They emptied their magazines into him, but all they achieved was the sound of bullets whizzing through the air like hornets.

The schoolboy seemed to sigh as many of their weapons ran dry. "Are you done with your petty, childish conniption yet?"

One of the soldiers broke then, and went to flee…only for an icicle to seemingly form itself out of mid-air, and shot through the air to spear him through the chest. "Hmm…that works," the schoolboy said. "Now, tell me…how should a Britannian who despises his country conduct himself? I ask merely for information."

The Captain could have retorted, demanding to know if he was a radical or something, but a primal fear prevented him from doing so. The monster in front of him, wearing the skin of a Britannian schoolboy, merely smirked. "Oh? Have you finally realised it? Those who kill should be prepared to be killed in their turn. Or, to put it another way, what happens when a predator realises that there is something with bigger teeth coming along?" Suddenly, a red, bird-like emblem seemed to appear in the monster's left eye. "I command you…DIE."

The red bird seemed to fly right into his eyes, and the Captain suddenly knew what he had to do. His Lord had spoken, and he would obey. He hurriedly reloaded his pistol, as did his men. "HAPPILY, MY LORD!" he howled. And then, aiming his pistol at his head, he pulled the trigger. The last thing to pass through his mind was a bullet…

Villetta Nu was more than a little irritated. She hadn't found that truck with the poison gas capsule, and her superior, Jeremiah Gottwald, was having all the fun, dealing with some Eleven who was fighting him off in some dilapidated Glasgow. Amusingly, said Eleven wasn't doing a bad job. And Villetta, for all her contempt towards Numbers, could admire such skill, just like her boss.

Still, she was investigating a warehouse area that the Royal Guard were going through, and when she burst in, she found the Royal Guard, along with a bunch of Elevens, were all dead, most from gunshot wounds, though one had a massive hole in his chest. The only person left alive, standing over a green-haired girl in what looked like a straitjacket, was a Britannian teenager in the uniform of the Ashford Academy…and he looked utterly terrified. She activated her external speakers. "Boy, what happened here? And what the hell are you doing in a place like this?!"

The boy whimpered, "Help me! I was just trying to help, but I fell into the truck, and they were terrorists, and all the shots, and…someone shot them! I barely escaped!" He seemed on the verge of hysterics, holding his hands up. "Help me, for God's sake, help me!"

Villetta actually felt a little sorry for him. So, he ended up in that truck they were pursuing? Still, that meant he saw the poison gas capsule…and maybe that girl was a prisoner of the terrorists too? Or maybe she was a Britannian prisoner that the terrorists retrieved? "What is your name?"

"Alan Spacer. My father's a duke. I'm sorry, my ID's in my pocket, I…"

"Stay where you are, Spacer. I'll be out presently to confirm your identity. Don't make any sudden moves." Still, if he was nobility, that meant Villetta had a possible opportunity for advancement out of this mess. So she deactivated her Sutherland and climbed out, keeping the key on her.

As she approached, she frowned when she saw what looked like a bird-like symbol, outlined in red energy, suddenly appear in Alan Spacer's eye. "Now, obey me!"

CC had been expecting to wake up on the floor of the warehouse, not crammed with the boy she saved in the cockpit of a Knightmare Frame. Still, it was a bit more pleasant. And he only spared her a brief glance, before smirking. "Good afternoon," he said, his voice a confident purr. It held a different quality to what it had before. "My apologies for the cramped conditions, but before I left, I happened to notice that your bullet wound was shrinking, and I felt I needed some answers. Plus, it seemed rather unchivalrous to leave a young lady on the floor of a dilapidated warehouse."

CC snorted quietly. She was not young by any means, appearance aside. Then again, if what she sensed from deep within Lelouch's soul was correct, she was younger than him by a few centuries. Quite an achievement. "How kind of you. Not that I'm ungrateful, mind. Do you enjoy your new power?"

"New powers," the boy corrected. "The power you gave me, Geass…it was but the key in the door. But yes, I enjoyed it. Bending fools to my will was enjoyable. That Purist woman, I've even managed to leave as a sleeper agent, leaving a backdoor. One can never be certain when such a thing would be useful. Still, this power, while potent, has the stench of something that exacts a price. So…why did you give it to me?"

"Because I need someone to fulfil my deepest wish," CC said. Then, she admitted, "Plus, there's a part of me that likes to watch fireworks."

His eyes narrowed. "…You speak a lie of omission. You told truth then, true, but what else are you hiding?"

CC flinched. That sheer power she felt…she could feel a cold, an eternal winter settle into her bones, even as the boy's skin turned blue. Eventually, she decided to take a gamble. "I knew your mother…in this life. Lady Marianne made me promise to protect you."

The boy frowned, before he finally nodded, the blue colouration to his skin receding. "Hmm…and given your healing ability…I doubt my mother would have entrusted my fate to a girl who would have been my age or a little older…you have lived a long time, haven't you?"

"Very," CC agreed.

"My condolences," the boy said, looking at his hands. "It seems that I have regained my Frost Giant physiology, even if my physiognomy remains Lelouch vi Britannia's. Oh, I still will refer to myself like that in public, and truth be told…being Lelouch has sentimental value. Oh, that reminds me." He turned back to look at CC. "May I know my passenger and benefactor's name?"

"You may call me CC. Spelled 'Cee-Cee', pronounced 'Cee-Two'. And yours?"

"Hmm, what an odd name. But allow me to introduce myself," the boy said, grinning. "In this life, I am Lelouch Lamperouge, aka Lelouch vi Britannia…or rather, I was. But…I was…no, I AM Loki of Asgard…" His grin widened. "And I am burdened with glorious purpose…"

CHAPTER 1 ANNOTATIONS:

Oh dear. Lelouch is Loki reborn? Welp, the Code Geass universe is fucked…

No numbered annotations this time.