1980

Germania, Germany

"Nein, nein, nein!"

BANG!

The broadcast ended as the screen fizzled to black and white, ending right after the bullet shot through the head of an aged Adolf Hitler begging for his life. And his frail body falling to the ground dead like the countless millions claimed by his rule. The life of the infamous Furher of the Greater German Reich and founder of the Nazi party ending with a undignified death in live TV for millions to see.

For the group of grey and black uniformed officials seated around an oval table within a majestic conference room watching the screen with disdain or concern.

"Dank Gott the senile fool is dead." An Admiral muttered. "No more or him meddling in affairs he's retired from or acting as if he knows everything."

This drew a snark from the Luftwaffe General. "And he had to die in the worst possible manner from one of our biggest enemies on live TV, which I remind you was broadcasted EVERYWHERE to our people, allies, and enemies."

"I'd prefer if he died in his sleep rather than the disgrace shown on screen." An Heer General spoke up, distaste evident in his tone at the display their former Fuhrer showed to the world. "It would've left us much less of a headache to deal with when we could have arranged a grand funeral and a speech rallying the masses, instead he showed himself as a coward."

"The Founder of our Reich dying this way is going to be messy for us to hide and resolve, especially when our people witness their Prophet of the Aryan race begging for his life to our lesser enemies…" The Propaganda Minister groaned out at the inevitable headache. "Doubts and fear are going to appear and spread if this isn't controlled and shown properly."

Seeing the man that helped find the foundation of the beloved Reich and won them grand victories over much of the world begging to his lessers was a morale disaster of massive proportion. Doubts and fears would unsettle when all the things they were taught seemingly shattered in front of their eyes. And their enemies would see the Reich is weak and can be defeated as well as increasing their morale at the symbolic victory they miraculously achieved.

"I already have reports coming in of increased rebel activity from our occupied territories. No doubt the Black Knights and the US resistance are going to exploit this to the maximum, revingoating the resistance against us and hitting the morale of our forces." An intelligence officer spoke his piece. "That we are weak if they could kidnap our former Fuhrer like that despite heavy security at the party."

"Remind me to have the fools guarding him and others executed for their incompetence, that would at least give some satisfaction to the masses." An SS general muttered with a frustrated sigh. "First the humiliation of one of my best interrogators and the Schutzstaffel. The Black Knights are becoming a major threat to the stability of our territories."

"The pictures weren't too bad to look at at night with a cup of wine." The Minister of Labor Minister whispered with a smirk, earning a glare from his colleague the Minister of Economics.

"We're in a meeting, not a bar gathering." He hissed out as few others did the same, especially the SS general's glare that seemingly bore a hole at the Minister of Labor who brought his head down.

"So what do we do now, Fuhrer Konig?" The same SS general addressed the man sitting on one end of the oval table at the opposite side of the TV.

A pale-blond man in his late thirties watched the screen with an unreadable expression, his light-purple eyes conveying neither anger nor concern to Zero and the possible threat he posed. No the eyes of Schneizel Konig, Fuhrer of the Greater German Reich, that could seemingly freeze napalm strikes ice cold was calculating his next moves. The small gateway that merely displayed a small portion of his vast intellect and mind that allowed him to rise to the top as the Fuhrer. As well as managing the vast empire of the German people which required intense mental and social skill to force it operate at a functional level rather than destabilizing infighting.

'Thank goodness this old fool is dead… Now to deal with the others whose expiry date is coming or overdue.' Konig snorted within his mind. 'Blond hair, white skin, and blue eyes… What a joke.' He thought to himself of the foundational and foolish ideal of the Reich, something certain members of his inner circle only knew and less the public knew the better.

He tolerated the ideas and gave lip service to satisfy the fanaticism held by the majority of the Reich, and that the Reich was a necessary evil to unite humanity under one banner. Whatever it took for a thousand year peace and prosperity.

Even so his personal experiences beforehand made a swiss cheese out of the so called Aryan superiority. Incompetence and corruption widespread on every level of the Reich; the inability of their military to stomp out resistance groups and amazing ability to create more; and meeting capable individuals from the Empire of Japan whom the Reich merely tolerated as allies of convenience, as well as others whom the Reich decried as subhuman filth. The excuses they made to hide their failures were amusing if ironic.

"Well, it seems the game has gotten more interesting." Fuhrer Konig spoke out looking with interest at the masked face of Zero.

The game has just entered a new phase.

Rocky Mountains

HQ of the US Resistance Command

Violet eyes stared at the screen displaying the hanged corpse of Adolf Hitler with the Star of David painted on his chest and the Star Spangled Banner fixed on his back blowing against the wind. While the long-haired, blonde woman wasn't the one to take pleasure or happiness from human suffering – aside from certain kinds of individuals. She found herself smiling at the fitting end of the once feared and hated man that founded the most evil regime to exist in human history, especially when he died begging for his life to supposedly inferior people.

'Lelouch my son, you always find a way to surprise me. Kyle, our son finally got him.' Charlotte Noire thought to herself. The Commander-in-Chief of the American Resistance and the "Lady of Liberty" – the mother of Lelouch Noire – knew this was a pivotal moment in the world's struggle for freedom and liberty.

"Well Ms. Noire, that was quite the broadcast your son made to the world." General Debra Ernst blinked in surprise. "Finally someone managed to get him! And the Star of David is a fitting touch to his corpse."

"Heads are going to roll at this failure and the following humiliation, as well as much spinning needing to be done on how their beloved Founder Fuhrer composed himself." General Carrie Fisher observed with her usual fierce yet observant expression. "Begging for your life to one's inferior isn't going to do a lot for one's own sense of superiority."

"While morale is going to be thrown into disarray for the Reich as well as the various resistance movements increasing their activities in occupied territories. We mustn't let Hitler's death rule our minds as we still have a long way to go; and remember that he's no longer in charge of the Reich with the likes of Schneizel Konig its Fuhrer." General Bisahalani Wardekar reminded the officers and officials in the room.

Even so he still acclaimed this victory. "Nevertheless, Zero and the Black Knights delivered us a symbolic victory we needed against the Reich. His death shows that the Reich isn't strong nor superior as it wants to believe, and combined with what happened the last several months and so. Their control over the Americas is starting to slip, as well as Japan's control over their own zone."

"Thank you, General Wardekar. While it is true my son managed to deliver the world a needed symbolic victory with the death of Adof Hitler, giving hope to millions that the Reich's tyranny can be defeated. We still have a long way to go until we liberate our country from the Greater German Reich and the Empire of Japan, and permanently end their tyranny for good." The middle-aged blonde woman spoke.

"And most importantly we have another matter to handle that we have put off for several weeks." She reminded them of the metaphorical KMF in the room. One that they had to make a convincing cover story for why their best ace's somehow 'resurrected' despite reports of her death, and why she was using a new KMF that looked roughly similar to the prototypes the Japanese were seen testing.

"Your 'resurrected' daughter-in-law, right Charlotte." A lime green haired woman in her mid-twenties entered the conference room dressed in a US military uniform with a mysterious aura surrounding her.

"C.C." Charlotte greeted her with a smile.

"I heard all the broadcasts as well as the report you gave me on this Kallen Kozuki." The lime-haired woman spoke. "So you want me to go over to Lil' Lulu and his band of knights to verify her story and find out who she really is."

Mt. Rushmore Base

"Well Cecilia, looks like your brother is part of history in the making." Lloyd Ray remarked, stopping his work to watch the execution and later discovery of his body decorated with the Star of David and the Star Spangled Banner.

Cecilia Croomy responded while keeping her attention on the TV. "The Black Knights are going to gain more increased effort and attention from the Reich on their destruction. Uther's going to need all the tools he needs to survive out there." The purple-haired woman expressed her worry for her younger brother.

"Good news is that we got his Minutemen and a few others finished up and ready for delivery!" Lloyd Ray clapped as he finished typing in some adjustments on his computer with his automail hands.

"Dad, are you watching this?" She whispered out wondering what her father was doing.

Western USA, California

A brown-haired Japanese-American in his early 50s listened carefully to the radio announcing Hitler's death while tinkering with some wires and a detonator. His green eyes seemly focused on his work in front of him while seemingly listening to the radio broadcast.

'Uther, your mother would be dearly worried and proud of you. As I am too.' Suzaku Fukuyaba thought to himself.

"Captain, we have Japanese forces moving into position as you said." A resistance soldier informed him.

"Right on time, get the charges ready and keep an eye on their movement. I hope they brought with them some shovels." He muttered, coming out of the shack to see the coming result.

Midwestern USA

A green-haired waitress and several arounds sat on a table booth watching in surprise at the TV broadcast.

"He's dead, he's actually dead."

"Black Knights 2, Krauts 0."

"Quiet, you want the krauts to catch us saying that."

Yellow eyes of the young waitress were still glued to the screen showing Zero's proclamation of the undying resistance of the American people and the world against the tyranny of the Greater German Reich and the Empire of Japan.

She prayed to God that the world would soon be able to throw off the shackles and finally overthrow their oppressors. Ending the nightmare that has grasped the world for decades.

Western USA, California

"So much for the Reich's so-called superiority their leader died like an absolute coward." Colonel Naoto Musashi mocked the broadcast, sipping a small cup of sake. "Better a death if he died in his sleep then shaming himself and the honor of his country."

The 29-year old colonel snorted at their ally of convenience that was occupying the eastern half of the USA while his country occupied the other half. Well barely with the amount of trouble with the garrison and the resistance, and the vast distance between here and Japan.

General Kyoshiro Shishio looked at the screen in silence while cleaning his family's prized katana. His face forever in his iconic stoic expression, like that of a stone statue unmoved by human emotions. Yet his eyes showed all the things he felt about the broadcast and the effects it'll bring about. Gleaming with curiosity of the future and welcoming the coming battle he shall reap glory and honor for the Empire.

Then an officer entered the lounge room the two were in. "Sir, we just lost an entire regiment near the abandoned mountain facility rumoured to hold a rebel base!"

General Shishio's stoic twisted into an enraged expression as he slammed his fist on on the table startling Naoto Musashi. "Damn you Fukuyaba Suzaku!"

PLA HQ, China

"Ohhh this is going to be interesting." A silver-haired man in his early 40s wearing shades remarked watching the death of Hitler on TV as with dozens of other Chinese soldiers in the cafeteria.

"Hmmm I wonder how you're doing over there C.C between killing Japanese and Germans left and right." He pondered out loud before sipping a cup of sake.

London, UK

Victoria McGlynn's purple eyes were glued to the Guy Fawkes mask she held before looking up slightly at the TV broadcast showing Zero's execution of Adolf Hitler and his speech of undying resistance and freedom against the tyrants of the world.

A single shot from the TV seemingly echoing throughout the world like a pin dramatically dropped onto the floor. To see the man who enslaved the attentions of countless millions with his fiery speeches and led Nazi Germany to become what it is today as the Greater German Reich, dying in a pathetic manner was something to see. The weakness of the Reich was exposed in a manner that they could never recover from.

The man who oversaw the defeat of the British Empire and the occupation of the British Isle, responsible for the enslavement and murder of countless millions all over the world throughout the decade, and a man many said was the devil himself in his evil. Died as a pathetic old man begging for his life from supposed subhumans he decried as inferiors who'll fall before the Aryan race. So much catharsis in that she was almost tempted to laugh out loud but she kept herself silent to not make too much noise.

For now the long, pink-haired woman pondered out her future moves as Nought. So far nobody suspected anything about her, but with this recent disaster with Hitler the occupation forces were going to be tightening security and surveillance, even for the green zone. Tightening security meant more difficulties in moving about, which usually meant more thrilling challenges for her. At the same time it would hinder the movement and supply of resistance fighters within London.

Besides she wasn't going to let the masked American take all the fame as a masked terror of the Reich.

Unknown Location

"Master D.D, what is your order?" A cloaked woman approached a man of great physique dressed in an elaborate robe. "With Hitler dead much of the Reich is in disarray."

"He was only a puppet whose purpose ended long ago." A deep voice exited from D.D responding to her. "We are nearing our goal, as such his death is of no concern to us… Though with several players in the game, the game has yet to end in our favor."

"What is the next move you have in mind, master?" The pink-haired woman questioned.

"Unleash the Valkyries." He answered. "I have played enough with my prey that I need to remind them what they face against me. Some of our projects we worked with Reich would prove useful for deployment."

Mexico

"Rear exit is clear, team drei making way into base." A woman dressed in black armor and wearing a Valkyrie mask reported, motioning her partner to move in.

Their silenced MP5s aimed at potential covers and entry points for enemies to appear from as the two and other teams methodically made their way through the base. Any resistance they encountered was quickly dispatched with a suppressed single shot or burst fire at their head or body. One fighter who hid behind a crate near the two tried to ambush them with a shotgun only for him to be greeted with a shot to the head before he could bear his weapon out.

The black armored troops rarely took cover or dodged as they managed to remove any threats before the need to do so. Almost many of them were taken out as if the two-woman team leading the charge knew the layout of the base as much as the defenders. As if they could intimately see through the base's general layout including hidden passages and doors. Many of their current enemies would've been major threats against the regulars despite equiped with old WW2 weaponry and a handful of modern small arms. But Valkyries weren't regular Wehrmacht or some puffeld up Waffen-SS units.

And while the methodical cleanup within the militia base was occuring the fight outside the base was anything but brutal. A scene akin to that of a Grizzly bear smashing apart an outhouse.

A Jefferson was seen zig-zagging backwards firing its gun frantically at a incoming Ritter II Command Type who swiftly navigated through the gunfire before jumping over the 5th-gen knightmare, launching a slash harken mid-air that ripped off the Jefferson's head, before landing on the ground to turn around to stab its shotlance through the enemy KMF's cockpit bloc. Withdrawing the weapon whose tip was covered in blood as the American unit fell down dead like its skewered devicer. The elite 5th-gen unit turned to gun down a pair of Mexican militias setting up a TOW launcher on a jeep, and for a good measure launched a harken at the jeep smashing it into scrap metal.

One Ritter II Command Type armed with a bazooka came under attack by a pair of M41 Walker Bulldog light tanks. The Reich KMF backed away from the obsolete tanks and veered left and right to shake off the aim of the cannon, an easy feat for the KMF as the tanks had trouble rotating its turret fast enough. The bazooka yielding KMF fired off a 144mm shell at them, dispatching each one with a single 144mm grossly overpowered against its WW2-grade armor.

Two more Ritter II Command Types were seen viciously slaughtering through a squad of Jeffersons using their blades hacking and slashing them apart with clean efficiency. One Jefferson launched its harkens at one of the Command Types, who managed to react quickly and deflect it with its blade before returning the favor with its own harkens to the Jefferson's head whose devicer then ejected. Only for the Command Type to draw out its rifle and riddle the cockpit bloc with bullets. At this atrocity a surviving US knightmare tried to stab the unaware Ritter II Command Type with its bladed tonfas aimed at the cockpit at full speed for a killing blow. Only for the other Command Type to pass by from the rear and slash through the Jefferson's cockpit.

"You let your guard down, Power." The devicer of Ritter II Command Type scolded her comrade. "Nearly allowing some subhuman filth to nearly kill you and stain the Valkyrie's honor."

"I was luring it in a false sense of security, Order." The female device retorted, shooting down a VTOL without looking at it. "I was never in need of saving like some helpless maiden."

"Stow it you two!" A voice interrupted their argument through the comms.

Both looked to see a mono-eyed knightmare colored in chrome-silver and armed with arm-mounted knuckle duster shields standing on top of a pile of wrecked metal that was once a Jefferson. It was a heavily customized version of the mass-production 8th-generation artillery-type KMF Angantyr – still in planning and in a very limited production stage – heavily modified for close-quarters combat. Most of its armor was removed for additional mobility and armed with solely knuckle dusters and shotcannons. Yet both devicers knew the woman behind the Eir was able to use it to fight against 7th-generation models and wreak havoc on her foes.

Their screen revealed the annoyed face of a blonde woman in her mid-thirties whose hair was tied to a small ponytail. Oberfuhrer Alice Vogel was not in a mood for some infighting during a mission, especially one who was the field leader and 2nd-in-command of the dreaded Valkyrie squadron.

"This is no time for some childish argument, settle it any time when the mission is over, not during one." Vogel warned them as the two devicers acknowledged and rolled away. Finally making her sigh at handing some of the annoying matters of the squadron.

She then heard her comm beep repeatedly as she changed the comm channel to answer the private call from her superior.

"Report, Speed." A woman spoke through, one that was full of boredom and malice.

"Brigadefurher Belshaw, the operation is proceeding as planned and with the last traces of the rebels to be exterminated." She reported.

"Good, I'll be joining you once this is done." She replied.

"Oh thank you for saving me from these degenerates, I knew the Reich still valued me, Brigadefurher Belshaw!" A desperately relieved voice she recognized as that of Millie Amsel cried out.

"The exact opposite exactly." She heard her superior answer back and knew what was coming.

"What?" Amsel let out a confused sound.

"Do I really have to explain it to you?" Belshaw's annoyance was felt by Vogel even through the comms. "I'm here to get rid of this embarrassment, so why don't you burn yourself away to redeem your failures."

She knew Amsel was a dead woman.

"What's going on!? What did you do to me!? Why am I doing this? No, no, no, no, no, noooo! Please I can be useful to the Reich I beg of you! No, no, no, no– AAAARRRGGGGHHHHHH!" Amsel's desperation gave way to her agonizing scream as the flames ate her.

"Oberfuhrer Vogel, prepare to move the Valkyries after this mission. We're heading back to America, our next prey are the Black Knights." Her superior gave her a new set of orders. "After the debacle with our dear old Fuhrer, the director and command wants them dead."

"Understood, m'am." Vogel replied.

"Nemo out."

Southeastern USA, Black Knight HQ

"Let's celebrate everybody!" Corporal Murphy shouted to his comrades as the African-American pulled out bottles of coca-cola and alcohol to share with his comrades as music played out.

"Three cheers for Zero! Three cheers for the Black Knights! And three cheers for freedom!" Hundreds of Black Knights howled in celebration.

The Black Knights were gathered within the mess hall of their base. Celebrating the success of tonight's monumental operation that struck a massive psychological blow against the Reich by kidnapping and executing Adolf Hitler on live TV, while he begged for his life. Never had the Black Knights thought since their inception that they would gain this opportunity of killing THE Hitler himself. In fact many accepted the operation was bound to fail but worth taking on anyway for the small chance.

The fact they succeeded was a miracle itself even for Zero – whose reputation as a miracle worker and freedom fighter growing at a more exponential rate – and raised morale not only for them but all over the country from their spies and radio reports. It was a good time to be a Black Knight, of course many knew that it was the start of a tougher journey now with the Reich more determined and ever to wipe them out. While the war was far from over, nevertheless a great victory was achieved, and something worth celebrating for as such times would become rarer.

Joachim Gottwald was sitting alone in a corner sipping himself a drink. A stoic, reflective expression on his bearded face thinking back on the operation they had undertaken. A part of the former German soldier in disbelief that the man he was raised to pseudo worship like a deity over the majority of his life whose death he had a hand in.

"– pronounce you husband and wife." A chaplain announced to a couple still dressed in their white and light green KMF devicer suit. "You may now kiss."

Once that was said Orpheus and Monica Zachery leapt at one another and shared a passionate, deep kiss with one another happily.

"Husband and wife huh, did you imagine your wedding day to go like this." Orpheus groaned out.

"This is a wonderful night to be married, Orpheus. Two specials in one day to celebrate together." She broke up and moaned. "It'll be a bedtime story to tell to the kids of how mommy and daddy married after killing a tyrant."

"You too Monica, if we're going to die then let's die married together, honey." Orpheus resumed their kiss, becoming more deeper and passionate as the newly married couple went to a more private setting to celebrate this moment.

"Mendez, what the heck did you put in the bottle!?" A Black Knight technician cried out spitting out the alcoholic beverage.

"Just my homemade blend using a mixture of drinks and my own personal touch." He explained. "You like it?"

Around the two of them were a bunch of Black Knights drunk out of their minds, not even a few sips or some knocked out cold. Some of them groaning out at the strength of the custom drink or murmuring something about their dream or in a state of dreamless sleep.

"I'd rather drink some industrial waste water than this." The technician deadpanned.

"So that was how you somewhat recognized me, I reminded you of an old friend?" Shirley Feldt asked, her sleeves rolled up to her shoulders.

"Yes, an old friend that I never got to see for sometime, and recently learned that she died tragically." Kallen responded to how she seemingly recognized Feldt by vaguely and indirectly telling her about her counterpart.

"I'm sorry, I hope your friend is in a better place." Shirley Feldt apologized

"Oh don't apologize, I was just surprised at how similar both of you looked." Kallen assured her, before noticing a slight cringe forming on her face.

"Anyway how's being a Black Knight treating you?" Kallen answered.

"Besides being friends with the Rotte ace and Zero himself? I have to say to you Black Knights are not what I expected…" Feldt said. "It feels… How should I put it this way?"

"Relaxing and alive?"

"Something like that, we still had our dreams and aspirations before I deflected or became a spy but… I felt there was something dead within us, my colleagues, and my friends back there." Shirley Feldt confessed.

They continued on conversing with one another before the two noticed Uther Croomy on the dance floor currently doing the most abysmal dancing it could qualify as an interrogation tool. It looked like the poor guy wanted to enjoy the party and not be left out of the fun. Course with what he was doing he was drawing some attention to the monstrous movement the purple-haired teen making.

"Mein Gott. What is he doing?" Shirley Feldt cringed.

"Poor bastard, like father like son I guess." Kallen Kozuki said, recalling the Suzaku of her world's rather lackluster dancing moves.

"I'll go help him, maybe teach him some dance skills to save him from the current horror show." Feldt said as she got off from her seat and went over to Uther.

Kallen then noticed not far away from Lelouch Noire dressed in his BK uniform heading outside with a bottle of wine and some cup in his hands. Concern entered the biracial redhead's face at seeing him walking melachonously. She stood up from her chair and walked after him outside ready to comfort him.

She saw him sitting on a bench outside looking at the beautiful night sky, a bottle of fine wine and two cups to his left. Kallen Kozuki found herself sitting to his left where the beverage was between them. Lelouch Noire glanced at Kozuki before looking back at the sky as if her presence didn't register to him.

"You know I never expected the day Hitler would be executed to ever come. Maybe him kicking the bucket and dying of old age, but never this." Lelouch started off. "It's hard to believe the man who founded Nazi Germany and later the Reich is now dead by our hands… Somebody who got rejected from art school to become the dictator of the most evil regime imaginable."

"Yet tonight we sent that monster to hell… It wouldn't bring back the millions of people he had killed, but it would bring some measure of peace and a step towards smiting the Reich and its allies." Noire sighed.

"The closest thing the Lelouch of my world did was his first introduction to the world as Zero, where he confessed to assassinating an enemy prince on live TV." Kallen responded.

"Sounds like quite the introduction." Noire remarked.

"He made it look like an entire dramatic stage show that humiliated Britannia." Kozuki nostalgically recalled. "Though what we did here now was basically the equivalent to kidnapping the Emperor of Britannia and broadcasting his execution to the world while he's begging for his life to a bunch of inferiors. It would've been nice if we did that."

"Looks me and my Black Knights got something to brag about over Vi Britannia and his Black Knights back at your world." Noire gave an amused smirk. "We executed the equivalent of the Emperor of Britannia and broadcasted it live worldwide!"

Kallen chuckled at it, finding it both truthful and amusing. "Still, we managed to gain a large following with what my Lelouch did. Becoming Knights of Justice against those who abuse their power"

"So I assume he died bringing about the end of the Britannian empire and peace?" Noire asked her, curious to what happened to his counterpart. But he regretted it when he saw the look of sadness and guilt on her face, a face he could relate to since it was one he saw whenever he looked into a mirror for a month since the death of Kallen Straussman.

"Sorry, I guess it's a sensitive matter?" He apologized.

"It's okay, you told me how Straussman died… It's just something I can't forgive myself over." Kozuki looked down.

"I see…" Lelouch Noire nodded before smiling. "This brings me to the time when we first met each other, a valiant knight coming to a maiden surrounded by a bunch of bullies making fun of her."

"Wow, what an ego." Kozuki snorted.

"Well I am a valiant knight fighting against evil, and besides she was like a fair maiden waiting for her rescuer. Though fate would show her having bones of steel hidden within her." He smirked. "Then again she could act out the princess role so well, which isn't surprising considering Straussman wanted to be an actress."

"She wanted to be an actress?" Kozuki inquired him intrigued by that detail of her deceased counterpart whose identity she took.

"That was her dream for the longest time, before the war and the occupation of the US shot that down." He said with a sad tone. "However, that didn't stop her from acting whenever she could – that some day she could become an actress after the US was free and all – as well as finding some unconventional ways of doing so." His face slightly reddened, which also made Kallen Kozuki slightly blush getting his meaning.

Then he became depressed and pointed at the wine basket. "Straussman and I promised one another that we would share this wine we found together a few years back… Something for a very special occasion when the Black Knights did something great like killing Hitler, though none of us believed it would happen…" His voice cracked out, popping the bottle of wine and pouring himself a small sip in his cup.

"Well, it looks like I'm sharing this alone…" He whispered as he drank an entire cup, closing his eye. "It was never the same when she died, waking up everyday expecting to see her and what memories we can make together; yet all you have left is memories and thoughts of what if, and living with part of yourself forever gone."

He then heard the sound of wine being poured onto a cup and saw Kallen holding a wine with a smile.

"You have me here, Noire… I know the feeling of losing someone you love, unable to do something to save and left with what ifs and regrets." She comforted him. "I'm here for you always."

"Thank you, Kallen Kozuki-Stadtfeld." Lelouch Noire choked out as a tear came out of his eye as he slowly smiled earnestly. "Now why don't we celebrate together with a drink?"

"Why yes Zero." Kallen smiled back as she and Noire took the first of many sips together

Next Morning

The next day Kallen Kozuki woke up from a bed, somehow naked and with a headache, and she turned around to see an equally naked Lelouch Noire sleeping peacefully beside her.

Many things ran between the half-Japanese woman from thoughts ranging from embarrassment and shame to joy she and Noire slept together.

"Oh crap." She simply let out quickly covering her naked front with a blanket.

Uther Croomy is the expy of Athrun Zala from Gundam SEED.

Charlotte Noire is the expy of Kudelia Aina Bernstein from Gundam IBO.

EiR-13Z/JR1 Eir = Visually based on the AMX-101E Schuzrum-Galluss, colored in white.