Last chapter's title was a little weird; unfortunately you can put periods in the title so instead of coming out as 6.92 it was 692. If any of you have seen the audio dramas from Code Geass you'll know that they aren't labeled as episodes but decimals. So I am trying to replicate that with these in between chapters that don't necessarily line up with the anime. So now you'll see those chapters labeled like 6-92 in order to circumvent that little problem. Now let us continue.

Ashford Academy

"It was so nice meeting you C.C. we have to do it again!"

Lelouch had about enough of it with Milly when he came back home, it took another hour for Milly to finally let off of him before she agreed to leave. So there they were outside, Milly all too clear having had her fun looked back at Lelouch who looked to be flustered.

"Lelouch you have to relax, it's perfectly okay for a young hot-blooded…"Milly was quieted by a hand over her mouth.

"We aren't together, we only have a contract."Lelouch explained.

"No need to tell me how you feel about relationships. I just hope poor Shirley doesn't have her heart broken so badly."Milly gave a hearty laugh at Lelouch's expense.

"What does Shirley have to do with this? Look, can we just forget about this? I need to put Nunnally to bed."Lelouch turned around to walk away before a hand caught his shoulder.

"As much fun it has been to watch you squirm, I wanted to talk to you about something important."The look on her eyes let Lelouch know enough. Lelouch eyed the area before he moved to a nearby tree.

"What is it?"He asked.

"I wanted to talk to you about what's been happening these last few weeks. I know it's been years since you saw them, but with Clovis' death and the Cornelia and Euphemia…I wanted to know if you were okay."

In truth, Lelouch didn't feel much. They were obstacles, ones that needed removing. He got rid of Clovis easily, and now he was being pitted against Cornelia. He didn't hate them; the Li Brittania's were the closest family to his. Cornelia studied under his mother and Euphemia was his first love. If anything he owed them for being the few that did not feel his family was a mistake.

"I'm okay, I promise. I already talked to Nunnally about it, we can't visit his grave but we can remember him how he was."With a bullet in his head, the memory played back in his mind. "And I already told Nunnally we can't be seen by Cornelia or Euphemia, She was disappointed but she understood, no one but you, your grandfather, and Miss Sayako will learn of our true heritage."And he planned to keep it that way.

"Then that's enough for me, there is something else though so"mething a lot more important. Someone is looking for you."Lelouch's heart dropped. He had perfectly handcrafted his life as Lelouch Lamperouge for eight years now and someone was looking for him? No that couldn't happen, not unless…

"Who, who is looking for me? How did they know of me?"Lelouch questioned her, this was bad. He'd probably have to move, go somewhere where they can't find him. But move where? Maybe just move Nunnally and Sayako? Yes, that would work. He'd be bait; he wouldn't let Nunnally go back to that wretched place again.

"He's a soldier, we met from a mutual. He works for Lloyd in the Special Division, he asked for you by name. I don't know why he asked me specifically, but he was interested in finding you again. He identified you perfectly, 'black hair, and purple eyes almost amethyst.' those were his exact words."

Lelouch retreated to his mind, this was bad. His cover could be blown, in eight years he's never failed to keep it intact. But now someone who knew his name and face was searching for him! Now he'd have to move Nunnally, leave Ashford, leave…

No, he didn't have to leave. He wasn't just an exiled prince anymore, he was Zero! With his Geass he performed miracles. If this man was looking for him he would find nothing if he didn't want anything found. He knew what he had to do.

"If this man wants to find me let him, is there a way you can arrange a meeting with him?"Lelouch asked.

Milly looked surprised, "I don't think so but I do know Lloyd brings him everywhere. I don't know why but he likes him. I'm sure he'll come to the dinner next week."

"Are you still open for a plus one?"Lelouch asked.

It took Milly a second before she caught on, and nodded approvingly. "Are you sure you want to face this guy? I don't want to put you and Nana in danger."

Lelouch considered it, but the benefits to figuring out who was looking for him and why outweighed costs. Geass would make short work of him.

"I'll make sure nothing happens."

"…so than Mr. Moores tells me, 'Maybe try something simpler.' and I-ugh I hate when people talk down to me like that. I'm a genius, not some pup to be coddled! So I tell him to shove it and now I have a week in detention." The exasperated rant from Jacob ended in a sigh.

Miles sat beside him on a laptop, this was his time to finally catch up on the homework he'd been given.

"I think they only see you as just the handicapped kid. I mean, I can't blame them, not when they don't know how you feel."Miles gave his view.

"Exactly! They don't know how it feels, so they should stop getting in my way. I don't want to waste away in this chair," He gestured to his wheelchair, "Let me feel like a normal person. Exercise is important for people, if they won't let me do a sit up next thing they won't let me do is feed myself. You give them an inch they'll take a mile, that's how the saying goes, yeah?"

Miles looked back at Jacob, pulling his gaze from his history assignment, "I think you took the wrong message from that."

"Bah."Jacob swatted his hand like he was trying to hit a fly.

The door to the class opened, "Sorry if I'm bothering you two, I just needed to check on something."

Miles barely remembered the girl, her name was Gwen. She was Jacob's partner the day he met him. They never talked, he doubted they ever would.

"You're looking for the anti-mold experiment? Should be in the back, number One-Five-One."Gwen gave her thanks and went on her way.

Miles didn't know what to think of Gwen, mostly because they never actually talked, but also because in a way she was kinda like Kallen (which considering her secrets didn't give him much hope). She had few friends and left classes early, but people were strange like that. He wasn't one to talk, he was friends with Nina and she was as closed off as it could come…also he was a Superhero so she was entitled to her secrets. That reminded him…

"Say, you wanna catch up on this later? I got plans for tonight."Miles asked.

Swinging across Tokyo wasn't what many would consider mind clearing, but it certainly was for Miles. The weightlessness of being in the air, the many towers and buildings that provided him the lengthy web-lines and the fall air was his personal favorite time of year. Not too hot, and not too cold.

"Okay now where is that pesky little drug den?"He asked himself. His Intel from the drug runner last week pointed him to the docks at the latest hours of the night. It was a real drag to have to wait so late for these guys.

Off in the distance he could hear a small boat pull in, it wasn't as large as a freighter and surely not one for luxury but it did fit the description.

Miles jumped from roof to roof to catch up to the crew unloading their shipment. One of the warehouses was lit up about a dozen men in very unsuspicious clothing carefully handling every box as it was brought in.

"Time to start the show."

Clyde set his next box down on the pile, the weight of it shook the entire pile boxes causing him to wince.

"Handle the boxes more gently you moron!" Their overseer yelled from the rafters, "If I find any broken vials in that stack I'll dock your pay, I'm sure the Black King will be less friendly." The threat was very real, so Clyde nodded his head and continued his work.

He didn't get paid enough to argue. So he kept on stacking the boxes, well he would have if the lights didn't go out.

"Hey, who turned off the lights?!"The overseer yelled his voice a little uneven.

Clyde pulled out his handgun, to his right Ronald was barely visible but he could just barely make out the fear on his face.

"I been hearing rumors lately that those Black Knights were shutting down drug dens, they been killing everyone. Maybe it's them!"Ronald's message was clear; someone was here to fuck with them and Clyde didn't take to that very well.

Across the blackness he could hear the clicks of everyone's guns, if these Black Knights were here they chose the wrong people to fuck with.

Only silence filled the room, that and the anxious-filled breathing of every thug in the room. Clyde looked every way he could trying to see anything in the dark.

"AGH!"The sharp yell from someone across the room sparked every gun to point in the direction of the noise and fire.

For 10 seconds the collective firepower of the entire room unloaded their clips to one side of the wall.

"Well, did we get him?"One of the other thugs asked.

He was promptly silenced as he was punched in the face. Under the darkness the mysterious figure moved through the room and every gun started to go off. Every handgun, every rifle, every shotgun started firing in every which way and Clyde was one of them.

The whole room was only illuminated by the gunshots and it was due to this miraculous incident that Clyde could see their perpetrator.

"It's Spider-Man!"He yelled at the top his lungs.

Indeed Miles ran across the grounds of the Warehouse punching and kicking his way through some 20 hired goons. It wasn't really hard when none of them could see.

"He's over here!"

"No I just saw him, shoot over here!"

The collective shouting of so many people added to the gunfire made it almost impossible for anyone to hear anything as Miles tore his way through everyone.

"Alright folks gotta wrap this up!" He shouted as he back flipped into the air. Miles pointed his web shooters in opposite directions and started spraying, landing on his knee.

Miles shot at the direction of the light switch to see his handy work; every goon was pinned to the floor with webbing. Some were subdued and others tried to struggle but none of them were getting out.

"Good work, could have stuck the landing better." Miles whipped his attention to the entrance of the warehouse.

There was only a single person, dressed in a comically large black trench coat, a fedora to match, and a leather mask with goggles sewn into it. To top it all off was a voice modulator to cover their real voice.

"I'm sorry; I didn't realize I was in a noir film." Miles joked; honestly it was cheesy just how far this person went.

"Sure, but it was to my understanding that we weren't in a comic now were we?" The strange noir figure nodded to his costume.

"Fair enough, so what brings you here detective?" Miles asked.

"I'm trying to decide whether to trust you or not, you've seen to garner the public's opinion. Just last week you saved a princess of the crown, I'm sure Princess Cornelia was very thankful to you. And it's not just the Britannians, your actions in Shinjuku have gained you a lot of favor with the Elevens." The detective walked into the warehouse, just a little closer.

"Well I just have that effect on people." Miles shrugged.

The detective didn't say anything, but he did get closer. "But here comes Zero, the one who claims to fight for justice. He will be judge, jury, and executioner to those who prey on the weak. He's certainly been acting on that message, clearing out drug dens much like this one all across the settlement. Your popularity is failing with the Elevens, they don't think you're doing as much as you could be and each passing day the media praises you. With your actions at the Lake Kawaguchi hotel some would believe that you're actually part of the Britannian military."

The accusation gave Miles pause, "I can see you haven't been keeping your ear to the ground than."

"I don't choose sides; I help anyone and everyone when I can." Miles retorted, the look (or rather the feeling) the detective gave didn't seem to buy it.

"That's not what they think, and you seem to think otherwise want to show them that?"

"What?" Miles asked. The detective moved passed him to the back end of the warehouse, it was blocked by another door.

"I've recently been seeing an uptick in drugs being sent into Area 11, it's called Refrain. And its targets are Elevens."The detective pressed the door switch and Miles watched what lie behind it.

Probably 15 people, Elevens, sprawled across the area all acting differently, talking to people who weren't there. All of them expressed joy, some about a job they finally got, about family coming home, all happy memories.

"What happened to these people?" Miles asked.

"They're hopped up on Refrain; poor bastards are hooked to the stuff. They're living their best memories, before the occupation, before their crappy lives now. That's why they'll buy this crap, to live in the past. Better days, as they say." Miles turned to the detective, who didn't lose his focus on the people.

"Why show me this? What's this all about?"

The detective turned his gaze to him, "I've been trying to bust the drug-pin in Area 11, a man by the name of Black King, for three years. It seems like we have a common goal, am I wrong?"

"No, so you plan a partnership?" Miles asked.

"A partnership requires trust; I like to call this a debt." Miles raised his eyebrow.

"Debt?" The detective pulled out a picture from their coat of a very familiar man.

"Lawrence Gilibrand was my inside man, he leaked me info of drug dens…very much like this one." The tension in his voice was strong.

"Ah, I see." Miles nodded.

"Yeah, you see…So, in return for busting one of my moles you will be the one busting down drug dens instead of the police. I call you with information; you do your shtick and bust it. I make an anonymous call to the police. We aren't done until the Black King is behind bars, do you understand?"

"You won't find any arguing from me, detective." Miles raised his hand in defeat.

"Good, take this that's how I'll reach you. You better leave soon; the police will be here soon. Word is they don't very much like you." As if on cue police sirens could be heard nearby.

"Very funny." Miles shot a web-line to the roof of the warehouse. As he passed by the rafters, he made a mock salute to the overseer he pinned to the ground after the lights turned off.

As Miles swung through Tokyo he contemplated to results of tonight. He had a partner now…maybe not one of equal standing but a partner nonetheless.

"So cool." Miles said to himself.

Yes the detectives outfit is ripping off Spider-Noir, nothing could top him.