(A/N: Please let me know about any Typos or errors please, thank you)

Smoking a cigar Chris sat on the ruined building which he had bought. The building was standing although it was barely holding on. Letting out a sigh he stepped around the trashed living room. Gazing at the furniture made him wonder what could have happened if he had made it here sooner.

Approaching a the wall on the far left side he pushed one side of the wall in. The wall flipped and he was pushed to the back where a long staircase awaited him.

Rushing down the steps he wasn't in much of a mood to stick around. Newly made gray stone steps, the walls had been painted in a soft green green color with two white stripes running across.

'people always said druids, mages and witches were physically weak, contrary to popular beliefs they could lift fifty pounds like a joke' he thought as he reached the end of the passage.

There up ahead was a room with a couch a few cabinets a bed and a desk. So far nothing important was placed in here except for a blue colored diamond which floated in the air.

Walking inside the room Chris sat down behind the desk. "It's a little stuffed but this office is a great base of operations" he commented with a dry laugh.

Footsteps could be heard descending from the stairs at a very quick pace. Running inside Marcia was holding some bags in her arms.

"Master, I got some food from the locals. They're going to wait for the man named Zero to call them again" she informed him hurriedly. Placing the bags down by the bed.

Turning towards Chris, he took notice of her clothes. Wearing a blue sweater with black shorts and boots. His eyes were stuck on her well trained legs. "I was planning on scouting the enemy ranks and figure out why they suddenly withdrew their attack yesterday" her suggestion was wise, but it fell on deaf ears as Chris stood up and approached her slowly.

Admiring her body he smiled in a very suggestive manner. "I can have a minion look into this matter, for now..." Grasping her face in his hands he kissed her tenderly. She protested but didn't pull away.

Soft and warm lips took over her own as blood rushed into her face. Colored red as a strawberry she couldn't believe he was in the mood for this.

Pushing her on the bed she breathed in both disbelief and excitement. Kissing her again his hands ran up and down her legs making her groan.

Her lips parted as his tongue entered her own. His eyes gazed into those two green orbs. Love was the only feeling reflected on their eyes.

Her legs parted as he went to undo her pants button. Closing her eyes she decided to give in to his desires.

VVVvvvVVV

A large darkened figure traveled through the woods. It's hair was as black as the night sky. Piercing white eyes and moves as silent as the wind.

The creature was observing the enemy positions from the woods. With a body as large as a bear the creature easily gained speed and jumped inside the enemy base. despite it's size and weight it moved fast and silent.

It's ears perked up as it listened in on the enemy talking nearby.

"I can't wait to go home and get some sleep" commented a soldier as he yawned.

"You're going on vacation?" Asked a second soldier.

"Yeah today's my last day, I'll make sure to drink for the both of us" with a chuckle he seemed to enjoy messing with his partner.

"Tch, you lucky bastard" chuckle left his partner as well.

Hiding behind some crates it waited in silence. The two soldiers emerged from inside the watch tower. They continued to talk nonsense. Before the second pair of watch took their place. The creature dashed from cover to cover. Dodging the guards and the lights it's natural color made it easier to evade the watches. Arriving at what appeared to be a hangar the sight of a giant machine made it stop.

Observing every detail on the machine the creature was taking every detail to mind. Satisfied it quickly left the base without anyone being aware of it's presence.

The creature came to a stop on top of a hill where the moon shined and revealed it's body.

A large wolf of pitch black fur rising it's head up it howled into the night.

VVVvvvVVV

Smoking a cigar Chris laid in bed. On top of him was a sleeping Marcia. Releasing a puff of smoke he looked to the side where the massive wolf entered the underground lair.

Killing the cigar he motioned for the animal to come closer. Gazing at the blue haired woman it didn't appear to be pleased with what it saw.

Placing his hand on the head of said creature he was given the report of tonight's investigation. "...so you saw something good tonight?"

"I should make preparations for a night raid then" walking to an empty spot in the room the wolf curled up to sleep.

Gazing at the ceiling Chris wondered for how long would they have to keep hiding.

VVVvvvVVV

The same moon which greeted those less fortunate, fell upon one very prestigious academy known as Ashford Academy.

A certain red haired student was washing off the smell of wine from her body after an accident left her drenched.

"This is why I hate Britannians for Crying out loud..." She muttered as the hot water rolled down her body. Closing her eyes she washed her hair thoroughly.

Her hands guided the water in welcoming manners down her chest.

Knock, knock*

Alarmed her eyes opened hardened and steel as those of a warrior focused on the origin of the sound.

"It's Lelouch. I brought you a change of clothes" said a boy over the other side of the door.

Quietly she pulled the curtain open and gazed at her pouch. "You can come in the curtains closed." Closing the curtain she turned away.

The door opened and he seemed to hesitate for a moment. "Sorry about that they can get a little lively sometimes" he commented as he stepped inside. His eyes however were stuck on her gorgeous curves. The light allowed her shadow to be seen over the curtain.

After all a man is a man no matter his agenda.

"No it's alright to have a little fun sometimes" she kept her hands close to her chest and her ears sharp.

Placing his clothes in a casket Lelouch was keeping his eyes on the girl. "I hope you don't mind changing into my clothes, for now?"

She didn't miss his little addition at the end. Maybe he liked his own clothes? "Not really" looking over her shoulder she needed to be certain he wasn't peeking inside.

"That was fast, you went all the way to the boys dorm and back?" She asked curious but cautious.

"I live here" he answered nonchalantly. Leaning against a cabinet he smiled, her curiosity was amusing however he needed to buy some time.

After a quick judgement he realized it would be alright to give her a bit of insight. "It would be hard for my sister to live in the dorms...so the principal let's us stay here as a favor."

Shocked the red haired girl didn't realize he had a noble reason for staying here. Finding her composure she spoke again. "I see"

"...anyway-" he was walking away no time could be wasted if she wanted answers now was the time.

"Wait!" She called out stopping him. "Can you hand me that pouch over there?"

Alarms were going off inside his head. The boy knew something was very wrong here. Especially as she faced towards him with that hand of hers.

'is this because of my blunder?' he thought as he recalled an event that had transpired earlier this day.

VVVvvvVVV

It was a fine day as nature enjoyed another fine spring. Walking through the hallways he had been troubled since he arrived this morning.

His eyes caught a noticable color of red making his body stop. It was the very same girl he had seen piloting the red Knightmare.

"What's she doing here?" He wondered out loud, watching as her friends surrounding her he needed a way to distract them.

Bzzzzz*

His eyes gazed at a bee who was busy searching for pollen. A smile greeted his face as his eye had a red bird mark.

"I command you to attack that red haired girl"

Much to his surprise the bee made a beeline (pun intended) towards her target. Walking down the stairs, the boy was very glad to know his power worked when he needed it.

Descending the second set of stairs he heard screaming and running. But he had no haste rather he moved at his own leisurely pace down the steps. Turning the corner he could make out her skirt behind one of the bushes.

In his mind situations and possibilities were calculated before he settled on the easiest approach.

The use of his power.

"...I wish I didn't have to act like a freaking invalid" her eyes turned towards him. A look of purely empty emotions stared back at her.

She seemed very silent as she ate a piece of sandwich. The bee which he had ordered to attack laid on the grass struggling to get on the air and fight.

"C-can I help you?" She asked hoping to play out the whole invalid act again. It was too bad he had seen her entire act.

"Answer my questions" his eye glowed again as she stood straight and at attention.

"Yes"

"Were you the pilot of that Glasgow in Shinjuku yesterday?"

"Yes"

"Why are you a terrorist?"

"Because I am japanese. Although technically half Britannian"

"A half breed" this surprised the boy as he became very curious of this girl.

"But why go that far?" He wondered before discarding his thoughts.

Asking several more questions he had all he needed for now. "That is all for now"

The red glow in her eyes faded as she blinked and wondered what he wa asking here.

"Did you need something?" She asked curious.

"No, I got all I needed" walking away he stopped as he decided to make one final order.

"Don't tell anybody about Shinjuku"

"What do you mean Shinjuku!?" She all but screamed alarmed. Shocked the boy faced her with his power activated.

"Go back to your classroom!"

"Answer me"

VVVvvvVVV

With a coy smile he took the pouch whatever she planned to do he would have to face it head on.

Standing next to the curtain he looked away as his hand slipped inside. Her strong hand gripped his wrist like an iron shackle.

"You are livelier than I expected" he commented as he glanced at her.

"Why did you mention Shinjuku?" She asked as her private life was on the line.

"What do you mean?" He asked feigning stupidity.

"Don't play dumb. Why did you mention Shinjuku?" Her voice became stern as her grip tightened another fraction.

"Did something happen in Shinjuku?"

"Don't answer my question with a question. Her patience was at it's limit as he tried to find a way to keep the ball rolling. His eyes peeled into the opening and glanced at the sharp blade aimed at his arm.

"Is the answer yes or no."

'so she's aiming to cut my veins? Smart move' he thought as his eyes looked up and found her perky pink nipples peeking out.

'...' he had no comment for that.

Riiing, Riiing*

Looking to the side never felt this ironic and relieved to have a phone ringing. The girl however was conflicted if he answered he could call for help if he didn't she could get in trouble "If I don't answer. someone will come"

"Alright?" Stretching his arm he grasped the phone and pressed it to his ear. "Hello Ashford student council here"

"No...I'm, oh"

The grip tightened and his arm trembled as the pain was too much.

Desperate he passed the phone over the curtain. "It's for you"

Surprised the girl loosened her grip a little "he says you'll know him, if you talk to him"

Putting her knife away she took the phone unaware that the curtain shifted to the side leaving a nice look of her body to the boy whose eyes shot towards the floor faster than a bullet.

"Hello?" She answered

"I'm glad you are alive and well, Q1" spoke a very familiar voice.

Looking at the boy across the curtain he was gazing elsewhere with no phone near his face.

'was I wrong?' She wondered as her eyes never left him. "The day after tomorrow, at 16:00. The observation deck of the old Tokyo tower, come alone"

The line went silent. "Who are you, how did you arrange the cease fire order?"

"Don't hang up on me!" She screamed angered by his mysterious act. The curtain was now fully opened as the boy peeked and his eyes had been blessed by the beauty of her well developed body.

For a moment he almost forgot what he needed to ask. Gathering his composure he spoke "what do you mean. Cease fire order?"

Shocked the girl didn't realize she had exposed herself. "Sounds like you got yourself some dangerous friends"

"This was just..." She couldn't come up with any excuse at the moment.

"Shall I guess?"

"A new game on the Net? I assume"

Her grip started become weak until she spoke again. "Yeah...that's right"

Laughing softly she was relieved. "Because, I'm always shut in my house"

Retrieving his arm the boy rubbed his sore wrist. Definitely he was going to find bruises. "That's why I warned you before. Don't talk about Shinjuku"

Seeing red finger marks made him almost cringe. "Guys will show you footage of that stuff"

Before he could control himself he took one last look to be burnt in his mind forever. "By the way I can see you"

Glancing at him who was now starring at the ceiling she realized he was right. Closing the curtain she was deeply embarrassed.

"I didn't see anything...see you later" he offered as he made show way out of the bathroom.

As the door closed the girl was very disappointed. "I was wrong..." She whispered as she stood under the hot water.

VVVvvvVVV

Several soldiers dressed in ancient samurai armor could be seen guarding the broken down building. Many wondered why would people still use those clothes on this day and age.

Underneath the building Chris was occupied. Although his head felt like it was about to shatter in two he needed to build up his own forces. He couldn't rely on the resistance to watch out for him and his wife.

In the center of the room lights appeared before four samurais were formed. These ones carried lighter armor than those up above. Soft hands wraped around him as Marcia pressed her head to his cheek.

"Twenty four soldiers in one day, not bad" she commented hoping he would take it easy on his mind.

"...back when we lived in Germany I could summon up to forty four assassin's, I've been taking it too easy" he criticized his own limitations with visible irritation.

"That's enough Chris, back then we weren't married and your father was forcing you to do terrible things" moving his chair back she looked into his eyes and smiled.

"Do it for me, please?" It was a simple request one which made his heart waver. Smiling he let out a soft sigh. "Very well, I will go and rest. If anybody from the resistance comes over, I'll leave it up to you"

"Of course" helping him off the chair he walked slowly as his mind was boggled by the feeling of summoning. Even to this day after he taught her how to use magic. She was still amazed, that it was all hidden within the forty percent usage of the brain.

Tucking him underneath the bed sheets she smiled at him. Turning towards the four soldiers she knew what she needed to do. "Men you will begin reconstruction of the floor above us. Utilize any materials you find"

"Sir" they spoke as they walked up the stairs.

Gazing at Chris once again she smiled. He had fallen asleep in the little time she wasn't looking at him.

"Rest well, you deserve it" making her way up the stairs only one being remained to guard him. The black wolf whose eyes were wide open.

VVVvvvVVV

Several years ago

VVVvvvVVV

"Son nobility is a word that fits an egotistical worm" his long robe flew in the wind as battle broke all around them.

"These worms dig deeper and deeper into our society, and build an empire of lies-" a bomb dropped near their position as Chris looked up helicopters were shot down by AA machine gun fire.

"-Deceit, manipulation and incest" a grin far wider than anything imaginable spread across the old man's face. His eyes pierced into the boys soul.

"And you, as my son will carry on the legacy of eradicating these worms in human skin" a mad laugh escaped his mouth as the final defense line was broken.

The boy was scared but he knew it needed to be done. Aiming his gun at the space between his brows. His sight became blurry as his hands trembled.

"I am not you, I don't want this legacy of yours...I just want to live my own life"

Pulling the trigger his father didn't even respond as the bullet pierced his skull and got lodged in the back of his head. Blood slowly ran from the wound and down his face.

Those eyes stared at Chris as if he was still alive and still in glee.

Missiles dropped around them destroying the building in which they stood.

VVVvvvVVV

Waking up Chris glared at the ceiling. Years had passed and yet he never once forgot those eyes. His body trembled in fear as he wondered if his father was truly dead.

A warm head filled with soft hair placed itself on his chest. Looking at the wolf he smiled. "Not everything he gave me is bad"

Running his hand through the soft fur his mind turned towards the present. He couldn't afford to let his fears conquer him, if that happened only God knew how twisted he would become.