Recap: Lelouch, accompanied by Kallen and his guards, rescued his sister and the student council from the OSI and terrifies them with his brutal display. Suzaku meanwhile reunited with his student, Chino, and is desperate to protect Ko, his younger brother.
Chapter 36: To Sacrifice
Late Saturday afternoon, disaster struck as the cowardly Blood of the Samurai took the various attendees hostage. Emboldened by noble traitors, who revealed several key vulnerabilities in the security, the terrorists struck. In the initial onslaught, ten honorable guards died, but vanquished thirty of the terrorists in turn. An additional five civilians were killed during the initial skirmish. (Read their family's testimonials on page 5!)
Wisely, Prince Clovis turned the situation over to the general the Emperor personally appointed for the Greater Tokyo area. With the aid of the Knight of Three, and a promising new ace, Lady Kallen Stadtfeld, they retook the hotel with minimal casualties and property damage. Two hostages died, as the Blood of the Samurai rebuffed our attempts at negotiations.
Interviewing the various hostages, many point to Lady Stadtfeld's heroic actions. She bravely entered the hotel, unarmed, to ascertain the hostage's welfare and obtain key information. Due to her family's former business connection to the former state of Japan, she is fluent in Japanese and used her skills to convince the terrorists she was a Number sympathizer.
Afterwards, she partook in the extraction, showing off a new custom knightmare frame, designed by Lord Ashford. The Horus, a sixth generation prototype, is uniquely designed for close combat and requires a Knight of the Round caliber pilot. Unfortunately, according to Lord Ashford, the mass production model will not be entering the market soon. Lady Stadtfeld will need to collect more combat data to make it viable. His statement suggests we'll be seeing more of her in the coming months as the military eradicates the remaining members of the Blood of the Samurai.
—Hostage Crisis at Sakuradite Conference! (Sunday, August 13, 2017)
Tokyo, Area Eleven
Before Kaguya lay the morning newspaper, with Kallen standing proudly before her knightmare. At least one thing was going well amidst the mounting pressure from nobles and her faltering political position. Her best placed spy served Zero now—Lelouch.
"More tea?" Sayoko offered.
Silently, Kaguya pushed her cup forward. Undoubtedly, Tohdoh knew of Zero's presence in Tokyo; Sayoko always served him first and foremost. So far, she didn't have the necessary pieces to put the truth together. That was always Kaguya's contribution in their relationship. Sayoko was the sword; Kaguya, the one who knew where to strike.
She folded the paper together, as if that could protect her from the decisions she would have to make. "Thank you. I am going to take a walk, clear my head."
"Did anything unusual happen after they rescued the hostages?" Sayoko asked gently.
"No. They interviewed me, just like every other hostage. The interviewer— He was like me."
"Japanese?"
"No. He works in intelligence."
"If you are under suspicion—"
"Don't worry about it," she ordered. "I'm sure it was nothing."
The air outside was fresh, relaxing, a balm to her turbulent soul. Zero was Lelouch. The JLF needed to kill the former. Lelouch was Zero. But he was their best chance of improving Japan. Without him, they had no sympathetic ear in court.
Kaguya closed her eyes, hand creeping up to the golden dragon hair pin securing her hair. If she told Tohdoh her little realization, which way would the JLF vote?
If he was here, in Japan, there was only one way for it to end.
Being honest with herself, she didn't want him to die. She took a deep breath. Lelouch Lamperouge. She hadn't shared that yet either.
A little pseudonym which had revealed nothing of particular interest beyond Lelouch's military connections. On paper, Lamperouge was a simple child who enlisted days after his fourteenth birthday in 2012. He rose to the rank of Warrant Officer after numerous unexpected vacancies.
It was all a lie.
Zero.
Why couldn't Lelouch have stuck to diplomacy? Or work in knightmare frame development? Or even assisted in planning the nation's defense?
Instead, he was Zero, a specialist in counterterrorism, who had risen out of the Count's fiery grave.
She froze, hand covering her mouth. The Count. Lelouch missing his birthday. The scars on his wrist. The confession of torture. Somewhere there, Lampeorouge had turned into Zero.
If only he would talk to her. Trust her. He didn't deserve to suffer alone.
Swearing softly, she closed her eyes. She had already made up her mind the moment Sayoko passed on the news about Kallen's commander. The secret would stay with her. She couldn't bear the thought of his death.
Yet Japan...
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she slowly pulled it out, raising an eyebrow at Lelouch's caller ID.
"What do you think about attending the highlight of the season?" he asked urgently.
She blinked. "Which highlight? Every noble likes to declare their event as such."
"The highlight," he answered. "Well, if we're not counting Guinevere's gatherings."
"Naturally," she said. "You cannot possibly be implying that you managed to secure two invites to the Purists's equinox ball."
"Yes. They are a little eager to have me. The invitation threatened to orchestrate more inspections for your factories. It would halt production for months."
"I can handle it. You shouldn't go." She grimaced. "They hate you. This is an excuse to draw you out in the open, humiliate you... Or even kill you."
He sighed. "While I would agree, my father insisted I attend. Please, come? I need someone sane."
"Will you marry me?"
"Not for this."
"A shame." She shuddered. Too many wanted him dead; now, her own people when they learned the truth. "I will come. I can call in some favors for accommodations. We are not staying wherever the Purists are suggesting."
"My father already took care of it," he assured. It was strange that he now uttered the word without a hint of bitterness. For years, he had seethed. She couldn't fathom what would cause such a sudden change. "It should prove to be moderately entertaining."
"I will see you there," she promised.
The Emperor had always hung like an ominous shadow over Lelouch, growing only stronger as the years passed. Sometimes, she felt like she was more cognizant of his watchful eyes than Lelouch himself. The Emperor expected great things of him.
Zero was one of them.
Had Lelouch finally realized he had his father's favor—a situation others would sacrifice their first born for? He only needed to reach out and grasp the power hanging before him.
Meanwhile she was at the end of the line. The closer Empress Tianzi's marriage loomed, the less Kaguya was worth to the Emperor. She would lose her leverage in court, the royal favor needed to grease necessary wheels.
She didn't expect Lelouch to love her, merely marry her. Only with him, could she change the Empire for the better. Anything else, would cut a bloody swath through the royal family and Empire.
She needed to ensure his survival so he could change his mind. But the JLF's survival would soon rest upon his demise.
Time. That was what everyone needed. Time for the EU to grow stronger. Time for the JLF to further slither into the government. Time for her to change Lelouch's mind.
But Kallen had come knocking with devastating news. Unbeknownst to them, they had run out of time to sway Lelouch's mind years ago. Now, he would only grow more dangerous and distant.
The JLF or Lelouch? And she couldn't kill him...
Tokyo, Area Eleven
Fatigued, Kallen raised her hand to knock on her brother's door before slowly lowering it again. What was she doing? If Prince Lelouch had the faintest idea that she told her brother the truth, she would be signing both of their death warrants.
But her brother deserved to know the danger he was in because of Kallen's foolish actions. He was only here because of her.
She groaned and rested her forehead against the cool metal, refreshing in the late summer heat. A week. That was how long she knew the truth now, but she was no closer to deciding what to do with it. Kaguya would know—that was her talent. Yet with Prince Lelouch's desperate, almost frantic hunt for Kusakabe, no one could take leave.
Would he ever let her out of his sight? He didn't trust her and had clearly not intended to tell her who he was.
Everything would be so much simpler if she killed him and eliminated the nuisance he was. Except that would invite retaliation against all of Japan, and everyone feared Empress Marianne on a rampage. Not to mention, Gino kept having calls with the Emperor, and from his vague statements, she gathered they were mostly about Prince Lelouch.
Straightening, she knocked crisply on the door. Prince Lelouch was Zero. The Emperor held him in some regard despite his various eccentricities.
For now, she needed to gain Prince Lelouch's favor. And that meant following Fadiman's heavy handed suggestion to visit her brother. She wouldn't say anything, not yet, merely warn Naoto to be careful.
The door cracked open, and Naoto's friendly, brown eyes widened as he took sight of her.
She ducked her head, An uncomfortable warmth growing on the back of her neck. For his own safety, she had pushed him away, yet she had failed utterly, hurting him instead.
"Kallen," he whispered. He stepped out and extended his arms. "Can I—? Can I hug you?"
"Yes," she whispered and sank into his warmth.
"Have you heard the news?" he whispered into her ear. "Everyone is praising you for your role in recovering the hostages. I'm proud of you."
She wasn't. She had struck against the Japanese.
"My little sister. All grown up and winning battles without me." He chuckled and withdrew, patting her arm. "I bet Father is proud too. Have you seen him yet?"
Kallen shook her head. "General Fadiman said I shouldn't return home unless I want to fend off half a hundred marriage proposals."
"Probably. You're an ace, a proven one. And—" He winced. "Well, Lelouch has certainly been bolstering your public image in the press. Even if your heritage becomes public knowledge, I doubt it would matter much. You're safe."
"Pr—Le—Lamperouge," Kallen finally settled on. "You have to be careful."
"I was going to say the same to you."
"You shouldn't refer to him so informally," she mumbled.
"Did you—Never mind." He grinned. "Have you had dinner? I heard you've been fighting almost nonstop this week against the Blood of the Samurai. Do you want to share?"
"Sure. It's nice to have a small break. I believe Lieutenant Colonel Tamay is to thank. Apparently, he chewed Gosling out for not taking care of himself."
"He's scary," Naoto whispered and gestured for her to come inside.
"What smells so good? You're a terrible cook." She froze abruptly, noticing the third person in the room. "What are you doing here?"
"This is Frederick," Naoto said. "You've probably met, but he brought dinner. Lelouch made it."
Elric raised his hand in a little awkward wave.
A member of Prince Lelouch's royal guard was sitting in her brother's room. A trap? She took a deep breath, resisting the urge to grab her knife. "I wasn't aware you were close."
Frederick shrugged. "Lelouch would volunteer at the hospital your brother worked at when he was on vacation.
"We shared a few drinks the last time he was here," Naoto explained. "It was quite a surprise when Lelouch showed up and asked for my help with his work. Especially..."
"She knows," Elric interrupted. "At least when you're alone, it's fine."
"That's a relief. Never thought I'd meet royalty." Naoto pushed her gently further into the room and pulled out an extra paper plate. "Beer?"
Kallen stared. "I'm not—"
"It's fine. Or maybe coffee? You look rather tired."
"I'll get it," Elric interrupted. "And seriously, Stadtfeld, don't worry about it. As long as you don't show up drunk, Lelouch won't mind."
Baffled, she kneeled down on the floor cushion and watched as the two of them squeezed past each other to prepare the drinks. Their accidental touches lingered too long and both were far too relaxed. What was Elric doing here?
"Where is Oscar?" Kallen asked quietly as they sat down again.
"He," Naoto grumbled, "apparently likes Lelouch."
Elric snorted. "He's probably using Lelouch as a jungle gym while he's trying to focus on paperwork. Lelouch needs the distraction anyway; he's too focused on Kusakabe."
Kallen poked the grilled fish with her fork, the scent of blood haunting her. He hadn't faltered once when brutally exterminating the OSI cell. "Are you sure that is a good idea for Ko?"
"Your brother will be fine," Elric assured her. He stared at her consideringly for a minute and sighed. "I know you don't really have a reason to trust him, but Lelouch isn't like most of his family."
"Yeah, he's Zero."
Naoto coughed and set down his beer. "What?"
"Keeping secrets is not your strong suit, is it?" Elric grumbled. "You need to work on that."
"I thought Zero was ancient?" Naoto hissed. "He would've had to have been fourteen!"
Kallen furrowed her brow, doing the math. "He's seventeen? Eighteen?"
"Seventeen," Elric answered, massaging his temples. "I'm not— Lelouch doesn't make friends easily, and it's hard enough for us to get answers out of him."
Accusingly, Kallen turned to her brother. "How did you even get involved then?"
Naoto rubbed the back of his neck. "It's complicated."
"Lelouch has a habit of befriending terrorists by accident," Frederick said.
Why would that... She was the only one supposed to be engaged in treason.
Slowly, she turned toward Naoto, trying to understand. She had been furious with him for bowing his head to Britannia and simply accepting the meager scraps Lord Ashford offered. But she had taken solace in that he would be safe. Kaguya had assured her the JLF wouldn't recruit him.
"What did you do?" she snapped.
Naoto flinched. "I'm sorry, Kallen. I didn't... Lord Ashford stopped me before it became anything bigger and Lelouch smoothed the rest of it over."
"I can't—" Kallen jumped to her feet.
He could've died. He was supposed to be safe and bowing his head to Britannia like a coward. He was not supposed to be wrapped up in anything that brought the attention of royalty. Was it because she had pushed him away? She had almost lost him, and she wouldn't have known, too busy playing the obedient mutt for Britannia.
"I need some space."
She rushed out and stopped behind the first corner, her heart hammering in her throat. He nearly died, and she once again owed Lord Ashford and Prince Lelouch. Had Prince Lelouch taken her brothers hostage to ensure she didn't rebel? Or was it to protect them? Or was she the hostage used to ensure her brother's compliance?
Her brother loved her; she knew that. Biting her tongue, she slid down the wall. He had foolishly leapt into danger, and she couldn't protect him.
Steady footsteps approached, and Elric knelt beside her, staring at the opposite wall. "I apologize. I should have watched my words. If it is any consolation, he didn't actually do anything. His heart was in the right place. Lelouch wouldn't have forgiven him otherwise."
"Why were you even there with him?" Kallen snapped bitterly.
"Your brother talks about you constantly. It's rather sweet. He misses you. Don't hold it against him."
Swallowing, Kallen nodded.
"Do you want to join the Knights of the Round?" Elric asked softly.
She froze.
"No? Lelouch can protect you, but you're going to have to trust him. As a member of his royal guard, you'll be untouchable. Lelouch isn't pleased at the idea that his father will poach you."
"I'm honored..." Kallen whispered, not trusting herself to say anything else.
"You won't be the Stadtfeld heir anymore then... And you will have to put Lelouch above everything, including your family. If they're a threat or a liability, you can't hesitate. Do you understand?"
She had heard the same speech from Kaguya. The mission always came first. "Yes... If it suited His Highness, I would have to let my friends and family die..." Her breath caught in her throat, and her head snapped toward him. "That's why you're here isn't it? You want me to kill him."
Of course. The Royal Guard was, after all, absolutely loyal.
"You're here to watch a girl kill her brother. You were there when Pablo killed his grandfather weren't you? Get a kick out of family members killing one another, you sick fuck?
Elric raised his hands slowly, standing and taking a few cautious steps back. . "No, I'm not. I'm here because I happen to like your brother. I promised him dinner a while back."
"Really? You expect me to believe that? After all that talk about threats and liabilities?"
"I meant that it's not easy." Elric slumped against the wall. "I didn't really understand what I was getting into originally... I confronted Lelouch about the truth. There wasn't much of a choice afterwards. Lelouch isn't that kind of person. He'll threaten and bluff, but he values people. I'm not saying he won't, but it's not an action he'd take lightly."
"Then why did he make Vegas do it," she snarled.
Pained, he held her gaze. "To protect him. You look around, and Lelouch holds unimaginable power, but it's all borrowed from the Emperor. A wrong word, and everyone here will be executed. The Emperor is already irritated by Lelouch promoting those of 'lesser heritage.' Pablo confessed to Lelouch and put him in an impossible position, but Lelouch still tried to spare his grandfather. He refused to take the deal."
"He's a prince," she refuted. "He's Zero."
"It's the Emperor who plays loyalty games. And it's from him, Lelouch learned it. That was a mere glimpse of what awaits you as a Knight of the Round. As a member of Lelouch's royal guard, he can protect you, but I want you to know what you're getting Emperor has a special interest in Lelouch. If we fail in our duty, he will punish us because Lelouch won't. If you ever falter, Henry will kill you."
A violent shudder ran down her spine. Sullivan had proved himself a monster in taking on the OSI base. She wouldn't be able to stop him, and if he learned about her connection to Kaguya... It would be safer to turn the opportunity down, but between having to serve the Emperor or Prince Lelouch directly, she much preferred the latter.
"It's either that or the Rounds... Or throw yourself in front of knightmare to gain a crippling injury, but even that didn't stop Empress Marianne being of service.
"I understand," Kallen said. "I'm honored by His Highness's consideration."
Elric smiled tightly. "You'll need to earn Lelouch's trust, not the rational part, but the emotional bit."
"I've done everything he asked," Kallen snapped. "What more do I need? I've given him no reason to distrust me!"
"You haven't," Frederick agreed neutrally. His face twisted, as if to say something. Finally, he sighed. "You don't understand him at all."
"Of course not. He's a prince, but he cares about the Numbers. He goes from cruel to kind in a blink of an eye."
"Not that... Have you heard of shell shock?"
Kallen paused. "Vaguely.. Something about the First Pacific War. It's a European thing?"
"Sort of. I'll only say it once. You didn't hear it from me, understood? Lelouch became Zero after spending several days with the Count. Being in the 712th Division used to be a death sentence. We were there, barely surviving, and Lelouch never broke his cover once, even when our commander threatened to flog him or have him shot. Before that... The minute he doesn't have anything to do, he starts spiraling. All the officers know not to approach him from directly behind. And if he puts something down, you can't move it all. And he forgets where he is, especially if he's left alone. That's why he clings to people when he sleeps. He doesn't need to trust you for you to be a royal guard. But he needs to trust you, so you can do your job and protect him from himself."
"Nunnally mentioned the invasion, but I didn't..."
"She was right, you know. Lelouch allows himself to be hurt to spare others."
"He was tortured," she mumbled, recalling Nunnally's accusation.
"He almost died and only two people know exactly what happened."
Kallen frowned, another piece falling into place. "Art?"
"He got Lelouch out... but he's also the one who captured him in the first place. I have no idea how Lelouch can trust him. I want to kill him."
"But he doesn't trust me," Kallen said exasperatedly.
"It's not rational. You'll need to figure it out on your own. I don't even know if I can do it now."
"So what? Save his life or something."
Chuckling, Elric stood. "No. I'd start with being more honest. The last time someone earned Lelouch's trust, it was because they bonded over Japanese culture."
"Who?"
"They're not here anymore." He walked forward and paused. "It's okay to use my name or any of ours. Waiting for permission will just make you seem more snobbish."
"Thank you... Frederick," she said, seething inwardly. She wasn't snobbish.
"See you around, Kallen," he called over his shoulder, walking away.
"Speaking of Japanese culture," she shouted after him. "When Naoto takes you to see our mother, call her by our family name!"
Shinjuku, Area Eleven
The wound had become infected. Suzaku cursed quietly to himself as he dropped another wet washcloth onto his brother's forehead. All of this was his fault. Why hadn't he been more careful?
He couldn't even protect his brother, and people thought he could lead Japan back to its former glory?
From the room next door, loud argumentative voices drifted over. Apparently, there had been an attack on a Britannian hotel by the Blood of the Samurai. Too many people for comfort were now voicing their support for the Samurai over the JLF.
"You have the kid!" the woman from before snapped. "People need a leader, but you would hide him away out of some childish moral scruples? You claimed the army wouldn't come back—"
"Those were Britannian citizens who stormed in. The army protected us," Ban said, the only calm voice in the room. "If we attack, like you are suggesting, then we merely invite further retaliation. Or have you not heard how badly the Blood of the Samurai are faring? The army is practically turning over every stone in Japan to catch Kusakabe, and you would have that kind of attention focused on an innocent boy?"
"He has a duty to Japan..."
Suzaku turned away. He knew already, but what kind of dutiful son killed his father? Even if he could help somehow, he would only invite further destruction.
"Are they fighting about you again? Chino asked. Catching sight of Ko, she bit her lip and knelt beside him. "He's not getting better. I'm sorry. I should've cleaned the glass."
"It's not your fault. He's strong. You'll see," Suzaku promised, lying through his teeth. The doctor yesterday had been downright pessimistic.
"Couldn't you bring him to the border? They'll take care of him."
"If they know he's with me, it'll be trouble." Suzaku blinked away the forming tears. "I can't even trust someone else to take him..."
"Because they might use him against you?" Chino whispered. "Because you're Kururugi?"
"You've heard the arguments," Suzaku said in lieu of an answer.
Outside, the voices fell quiet. The arguments were becoming more frequent, and despite checking everyday, nobody had yet been able to get a message through to the JLF. Meanwhile, over thirty people had been arrested in the past week for attempting to contact the Blood of the Samurai. No one had seen them since.
The people wanted a leader. Why so many were insistent it should be a seventeen year old was beyond him.
Pulling aside the curtain gently, Ban sneaked in. "We need to get you out of here."
"I can't. Ko isn't healthy enough."
"Fuck." Ban shook his head. "Brian caught a group planning to kidnap Ko. More and more people know. It's a miracle Britannia doesn't yet. And there's a rumor the Black King is looking for you... Why are you smiling?"
Suzaku wiped his eyes. "I'm sorry. It's just... a friend."
"You know what? I don't want to know. But if you stay here, Ko is going to get hurt. I have a better chance of protecting him if nobody knows where you are."
"I hate them," Chino growled. "Why won't they stop fighting? They're just making it worse."
"It's not that simple. It's taken weeks for us to set up a meeting with the Brits about supplies because nobody trusts that it won't be a trap." Ban pinched his nose. "But I'm barely keeping control here. I don't have the resources anymore to protect you."
Could Suzaku even justify running away because of his own cowardice? Perhaps, people were right. He had a duty to his nation, his father. Even Tohdoh had discussed the possibility of Suzaku revealing himself.
But Ko...
The curtain rustled, and Ban whirled around, a gun suddenly in his hand. The woman from before raised her hands. Szuaku winced as her eyes met his, and she smirked.
"Come on, Ban. Let's be reasonable. You cannot hide the kid indefinitely." She grabbed a spare crate and took a delicate seat, observing them intently. "I met Prime Minister Kururugi on a few occasions. He and my husband were friends, you could say. He was a proud man. You, most certainly take after your mother. She was far more reasonable. I am not trying to be cruel here, Kururugi-san, but practical. You are the last of your line, and your cousin is already in Britannian clutches. I have no desire to see you executed live on television, like your mother."
"Line? My father was the prime minister," Suzaku said, confused.
"The Emperor boy. The invasion scattered countless families with some claim, but Britannian assassins have done an excellent job eliminating those with a stronger claim than yours. The last one died two months ago from old age. He had no sons. Sumeragi is the only one with a stronger claim than yours, but she's ineligible and sold out to the Britannians. They'll kill you so that her child, a Britannian half-breed, will be the last true heir to the throne."
"Don't talk about Kaguya like that," Suzaku spat. "You don't know anything."
"Every nation but Britannia is parading around some poor boy under your name as the rightful heir of Japan. All of them are still looking for you. It's impossible to hide forever. The entire ghetto already knows. Only the military quarantine keeps the rest of the world from finding out. If you want to live, you'll need an army to protect you. It's either the Blood of the Samurai, the JLF, or a foreign nation."
"Can I have some time to think, please?" Suzaku asked. "This is... very sudden."
"It's better to approach them on your own terms than be dragged in. You're a good pilot. That will be to your advantage and let you build a reputation. But if a group drags you in, you'll have nothing but what they give you."
"A puppet," Suzaku mumbled.
She raised an eyebrow. "Exactly. They won't hurt you. The Prime Minister only had one son. Your brother does not have that luxury. "
"Fumi-san," Ban interrupted, "you have said your piece. It is time for you to go."
"That you are sheltering him does not make you special. It makes you a target." She sniffed. "Kururugi-san. I know a doctor who can treat your brother, if you accept my offer."
"Go," Ban ordered.
She bowed gently and retreated victoriously.
Ban groaned. "You cannot go to her, even if she promises to help Ko. He'll be her hostage. I can show you a gap in the patrols near the sewers. You're strong. You'll make it."
"And what happens to Chino and Ko when they learn I'm gone?" Suzaku glanced at them. "They'll beat them. Advertise it so I come back."
"They'll do the same if you stay." Ban ran his hand through his hair. "We'll survive. You need to go. Tonight. You're out of good options. Now, we only have terrible ones left."
"What about the JLF? Have you heard... anything?"
"No. They've been completely silent. I'm sorry, kid."
Ban shot him one last sorry smile before leaving.
"You need to go, sensei," Chino begged, latching onto his sleeve. "I don't want you to die! I'll take Ko and hide. I know lots of places."
"Suzaku?" Ko whispered weakly before falling asleep again. In his current state, he wouldn't survive any kind of life on the run.
"I have a plan," Suzaku assured her. "Just wait, okay?"
While no good options remained, there was only a desperate one left.
Imperial Palace, New Pendragon
At the end of the table, Marianne rolled to a stop before changing her mind and picking the seat in the center. She was already provoking her sister by having the Unspeakables bring her. Charles was rather tired of Aimee throwing whatever items she got her hands on at her. Nothing could ever be easy, and like she was estranged from her son, so was she with her sister.
The joy of being reunited was quickly fading, replaced by fatigue. Yet, she had to keep trying because Aimee couldn't return to the Geass Order, not with VV using her as some pawn in his twisted games.
The doors opened, Aimee glowering at the guards, and she ripped her arm free. "Are you finally tiring of this stupid lie of yours?"
"No. Charles is fed up with you trying to injure me."
If her sister couldn't learn to be civil soon, he would follow through on his suggestion to alter her memories. Marianne had half a mind to tell him to go ahead and undo the stupid hobgoblin's brainwashing. She wasn't sure why she hesitated. It would be so much easier.
Subdued at the mention of the Emperor, Aimee took a seat at the distant end of the table. "Why would he care about me?"
"You're my sister, and he's my husband," she snapped.
"My sister died." Aimee sneered. "I don't know what type of game you're trying to play, but I've heard all about your manipulations."
"My manipulations?"
"A commoner doesn't become an Empress—"
"Oh, for fuck sake," Marianne snapped. "Anything that VV said about me is suspect given that he tried to kill me. Charles is aware of everything I do, while the hobgoblin is a traitorous, jealous, little piece of shit. He knew that I looked for you, but he lied to us instead."
Aimee faltered. "You know about geass?"
"Yes. Charles filled me in when I first became his guard as there were a few geass users under Emperor Brandon's control." And soon after she had met CC on a mission.
The doors opened again, and the servants began setting the table. Aimee watched them warily as she slowly served herself. At least she was eating and not attempting a ridiculous hunger strike again.
Once the servants left again, Aimee set down her fork. "I'm sorry. Just.. will you let me go, please? This is not—"
"No. It's not safe."
"You kidnapped me!" she yelled. "I was fine until you showed up."
"You were hardly fine. When was the last time you were even allowed to go out?"
Her shoulders fell.
"Never, right?" Marianne snorted. "V.V. wouldn't let his prize get away."
"He saved me," she pleaded. "I owe him. I need to go back."
"He took advantage of you, You're his prisoner, and I will help you with anything you desire except with returning to his clutches and your probable death."
Aimee slammed her fist down on the table, her face contorted in fury. Her mouth opened and a broken sob escaped her as she buried her head in her arms. "He has my son."
"We'll find him," Marianne promised, gently. "Do you really want him to grow up in the Order? A child assassin?"
Aimee sneered. "You and your husband endorse it."
The door opened again, followed by the familiar click of Nunnally's cane. She froze, tilting her head, and behind her, Charles narrowed his eyes at Aimee.
"Evening," Nunnally greeted carefully and inclined her head. "It's nice to meet you again, Aimee."
Aimee hastily wiped her face, strangely vulnerable as she looked at Nunnally, who resembled her namesake more every passing month. "It's nice to see you too, Nunnally."
"You can sit over here," Marianne said, allowing her daughter to find her way over.
Charles briefly glared at Aimee before grabbing his seat. He leaned over, brushing over Marianne's cheek and capturing her mouth in a possessive kiss.
"Don't be rude," Marianne hissed.
He humphed. "She threw a lamp at your head."
"What?" Nunnally asked loudly. "Did you say a lamp? Why?"
At the end of the table, Aimee flushed. "I apologize. I do not take kindly to being kidnapped."
"Perhaps you should remember your manners," Charles ordered.
"Charles," Marianne hissed. "She's my sister."
"Siblings don't try to kill each other."
She groaned and gently massaged her temples.
Wisely, Aimee stayed quiet before she could further incur Charles's wrath. His patience was rather limited.
"Can I go to the Camelot Institute tomorrow?" Nunnally interrupted.
"No. Lelouch grounded you," Marianne said.
"But—"
"Listen to your mother," Charles said.
Nunnally swallowed and idly poked at her food. "Can I at least go online? There's nothing to do."
"Lelouch is too patient for his own good," he replied. "If he thinks this is an appropriate punishment, then it stands."
"But—"
"Enough," he boomed.
Nunnally flinched, nibbling on her lower lip.
"If you're bored," Marianne suggested, "you can listen to the court tomorrow. A few nobles requested an audience. There are also numerous complaints to sort through from minor officials. An aide can read them out for you, and you can present your suggested responses over dinner tomorrow."
"I just want to check on my friends," Nunnally mumbled. "Lelouch wouldn't allow me to even do that."
"You could call him and ask." Marianne grabbed her hand. "It's been two weeks and you haven't talked to him at all. He loves you. Even if you're angry, don't you think it's a good idea to clear the air?"
Hands white around her fork, she turned away. "Can I spend tomorrow with Aimee?"
"Sure," Marianne said, overriding Charles's objection. "An aide could accompany you both to the garden."
Over their daughter's head, Charles shot her a concerned look, and Marianne smiled sweetly. Her sister had been receptive to Nunnally before; hopefully, this would allow them to bridge the gap.
"That is," Marianne added, "if she wants too."
Eyes darting between them, Aimee finally nodded. "I would like that, Your Majesty."
"No need for formality. We're family."
"No, she is not." Charles objected.
"Don't mind him. He's a little grumpy."
"Marianne—"
She narrowed her eyes in warning.
"She may dispense with the titles as long as she remembers her place," he acquiesced. "She's not going anywhere without a guard though."
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Aimmee said. "I look forward to spending the day with you tomorrow."
They finished their dinner in tense silence, interspersed with brief awkward attempts at conversation from Nunnally. Charles meanwhile fumed silently, his presence casting a chilling effect over the room that made even the servants wary.
That evening, as they prepared for bed, he said, "Your sister or not, If she throws something at Nunnally, I'm geassing her."
"Oh, you do care," Marianne teased. "Seriously, you should show her you do. Spend some time with her."
"There is no need. Nunnally has never had issues like Lelouch. He was the one who always tried to challenge my authority."
Marianne raised an eyebrow. "Nunnally was always sneakier about it, and Lelouch would always take the blame. She doesn't know you love her. Show her, please."
Lying down, he observed her intently, a frown tugging at the edge of his mouth. "Lelouch punished her... It's unusual. And Weinberg thinks he is not doing too well. He has thrown himself entirely into his work again."
"He'll talk when he's ready," Marianne said, lifting herself out of her wheelchair and scooting onto the bed. "They never really fought, but their relationship will survive him disciplining her. She's more angry with you."
"At least she isn't throwing a tantrum like Euphemia. She finally united both her sister and her mother on a topic... In comparison, Nunnally is getting off lightly. Whatever happened, it was far more serious than Lelouch suggested. Cornelia spoils her sister even more than he does. I did not think she had it in her to discipline her."
Marianne grimaced. Undoubtedly, Lelouch had caught their attempts at destabilizing Clovis's reign. "They're children. I doubt it will happen again. They know better now."
And if it did, nothing Marianne, Lelouch, or Cornelia did would spare Nunnally or Euphie from his wrath.
712th Base, Area Eleven
Lelouch set down his phone with a sense of unease and met Frederick's eyes, thankful that Henry wasn't here. Suzaku was still in Shinjuku and had asked to meet... alone.
A quiet, treacherous voice in the back of his mind whispered it was a trap.
"Who was that?" Frederick asked.
"Just something I need to do this evening," Lelouch said. "I'll be out for a few hours. Take the time off."
Frederick raised an eyebrow. "You're not going out alone."
"I'm informing you that I will. This is me being courteous."
"You're meeting the caller, aren't you?"
Lelouch met his gaze coolly. "It's none of your business."
"You're already suspicious. It could be a trap, especially if you're going to meet them alone."
Lelouch hated that he was right. With him scouring the Area for Kusakabe, resistance groups were becoming desperate. The Blood of the Samurai had been looking for Suzaku who had witnessed the purge of Shinjuku first hand.
He would be well in his right to want him dead.
Sighing, Lelouch grabbed the next intelligence report. "It doesn't matter. I owe them. If you try to stop me, I will sneak out without saying anything next time."
"Lelouch..." Frederick scowled. "Trust me."
"Of course, I trust you?"
"Then don't go alone." Frederick stepped up to his desk. "Let me go with you and do my job, including keeping your secrets."
The nagging sense of apprehension grew stronger, and Lelouch ducked his head. "He asked for me to come alone."
"Maybe you owe him," Frederick said, "but does the rest of the division? If you get hurt, you know what will happen. We'll have a platoon nearby in case there's trouble, and a small group will go with you." Frederick paused. "How bad is it if the Emperor finds out?"
"Very," Lelouch whispered.
"Then we'll need a cover story and of course Henry can't go, so we need to find two others to come along."
"Stadtfeld," Lelouch interrupted.
Frederick looked at him strangely. "You don't trust her. And she's not the best with secrets if I'm honest. There's nothing stopping her from running off and tattling to the Emperor."
"She's good enough." Lelouch huffed. "She's already involved, and she'll implicate her family if she says anything."
"Naoto—"
"—would be fine. He hasn't been home in ages. Mostly, it looks bad for her parents." Setting aside his work, Lelouch leaned back. "No one else. And Frederick? Thank you."
Desperate to avoid thinking of Suzaku and his request, Lelouch threw himself into his work again, much to Roy and Lieutenant Colonel Tamay's dismay. He was probably pushing his men too hard, but Lelouch needed Kusakabe found, to correct his colossal failure at the hotel. He couldn't expect his father to be patient forever. He was already being surprisingly reasonable about the entire thing.
With his meeting set for the evening, Lelouch arrived at the detention center three hours earlier than originally planned. York's expression of dismay was glorious to behold. He would miss annoying the man. Art stepped in minutes later and cast the two of them a knowing smirk before resuming his work.
"She's still refusing to talk," York began. "If you would allow me to place additional pressure—"
"No." Lelouch pushed past him and skimmed over the various files sitting on the bookshelf. "Inoue Naomi, right?"
"Naomi Inoue," York corrected. "She was part of the Shinjuku group's little raid. She did finally give us a location, but when we arrived there, the place had been emptied out."
"I'll talk to her." Lelouch opened her nearly empty file and frowned. "Did you check the old government records? We should have more on her."
"They never recovered all of them, and since she never registered as an Honorary, we have no paper trail."
"What of the other prisoners? Do we have any leads on Kusakabe?"
Art sighed. "No. Hundreds want to join him, but none of them know where to find him. Half of these cells are barely affiliated with the Blood of the Samurai. They simply rebranded themselves after his announcement."
"He might be dead already," York mused. "They had to have inside help, and if a noble did it to take out the competition..."
"Funny enough," Art said, "a huge chunk of nobles were missing because of some road closures."
"Who was responsible?" Lelouch asked.
"Already on it," Art answered, ignoring the dirty look from York. "I haven't found anything linking it to Gottwald, but his subordinate, Kewell Soresi, was at two of the five locations a week prior. His butler visited the other two. Gottwald might have ordered him to or it might be nothing. I'm suspecting it's the Purists, but we need proof."
"Only their low ranking members actually arrived at the hotel," Lelouch noted. "They invited me to their equinox gala..."
York's head snapped up. "You should not go."
"Apparently, I'm being blackmailed into attending." Lelouch shook his head and strode to the door. "I might as well take the opportunity to see what they're planning. Find some minor noble who was involved and pin the entire affair publicly on them. They'll relax their guard."
"Yes, sir," they echoed.
Frederick rushed after him into the long hallways. The various prisoners stared at him from out of their cells, and Lelouch resolutely stared forward. It didn't matter how old or young they were. They had all been detained for a reason. While York couldn't be trusted to have a good reason, Art could.
A level below, he stopped in front of Inoue's cell. She stared at the wall across from her blankly, clearly resigned to death already. He cleared his throat, and she jerked backwards, watching him with wary eyes.
Normally, Lelouch would wait in the interrogation room and let the prisoner be brought to him. After weeks of captivity, that was what she expected. He wouldn't gain anything following routine.
"May I come inside?" Lelouch asked in Japanese.
Her eyes narrowed. "No. You're a filthy Brit."
"Very well." Lelouch sat down and tucked in his legs. "Then I will talk from here. Is there anything I can get you?"
"I'm not telling you anything."
Lelouch tilted his head. "I haven't even asked anything yet."
Behind him, Frederick shuffled awkwardly before finally relenting and sitting down as well.
"You're wasting your time." She sneered. "Sending a kid won't change my mind. I guess that means they'll put me on the rack next."
"Do you even know why you were transferred here?" Lelouch asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Because I committed treason. What are you even trying to play at? You want to know about my friends. That was clear when they beat me until I fell unconscious."
"I don't care about friends. Yoshida Toru, Ohgi Kaname, Tamaki Shinichiro, Kozuki Naoto—or rather, Nathan Walker, or Stadtfeld, or whatever name he ends up preferring. I already know about them."
Her eyes widened, tears brimming, and her straitjacket stopped her from wiping them away.
"After you were captured, they raided the facility you mentioned, and Clovis caught them."
"No..." Her chin wobbling, she met his gaze defiantly. "You're lying. They wouldn't need me then. I'd be dead already."
"Well, Clovis isn't being forthcoming regarding why your group attacked. He claims you stole medical supplies. Who did you want to help then?"
"Medical supplies?" She laughed hysterically. "Medical supplies? The lunatic was making poison gas! Not that Brits would care. You're probably dying to kill us all off. Fucking medical supplies... I guess you're calling us evil for taking important essentials."
"Well, that is what Clovis said when the Emperor asked. You were transferred here because the Emperor doesn't believe him." He pulled out a form and set it down with a pen. "If I sign this, you can walk out of here right now. You can read it if you want, but I would have to come inside and undo your restraints first."
She swallowed. "You're lying. You're just a kid."
"The Emperor ordered me to investigate Clovis. You give me a lead, and I'm perfectly justified in allowing you to walk free."
Hope blossomed in her eyes before it just as quickly vanished. "You'll just kill me afterwards."
Lelouch frowned. "Frederick? Can you get me the file on the guy we have for blackmailing a bunch of nobles?"
Five minutes later, he returned, and Lelouch flipped through the pages, checking that the man hadn't done anything morally egregious. "May I come in?"
She nodded hesitantly, and he entered, gesturing for Frederick to release her bindings. She stood awkwardly, rubbing her arms and stretching her legs, but her eyes never left him.
"If you will follow me," Lelouch suggested, "I will prove my honesty."
Twelve doors down, they stopped before the man's cell, and Lelouch passed her his release form and her own.
"They're the same... beside the name."
"Yes." Using the wall, Lelouch signed the man's form and smirked at the prisoner. "You're free to go, mister."
Flabbergasted, the man looked between the two, and Lelouch slowly led them both upstairs, to freedom.
Inoue stood beside Frederick awkwardly, watching the man pass through the gate. The man cast one last disbelieving look over his shoulder before breaking into a sprint.
"How do I know you won't hunt him down and kill him?" she asked.
"He still has a better chance at survival than being physically dragged to his execution. Are you not going to take the chance to survive?"
Her gaze wandered up the sky before falling back to him. "I won't tell you about the others. Only about Clovis and his project."
"That is all I'm asking for. Let's take this somewhere more comfortable. Do you want some biscuits?"
Shinjuku, Area Eleven
Suzaku shifted Ko on his shoulder, thankful that he had regained some energy, yet he was still unbearably hot. Chino trailed after them nervously, her eyes constantly scanning the surroundings as they snuck through the late hour. She and Ko deserved so much more, but Suzaku could give them only strife. This was all he could afford to do now.
If it went wrong, they would be dead; Suzaku, a prisoner.
"Did you find a way past the guards?" she asked as they neared the edge of the containment zone.
"In a way," he answered. He looked up at the broken sign rocking and creaking ominously in the wind. They turned right. He had chose the spot well. It was nice and secluded, giving them the privacy they needed.
Now, he only had to wait for—
"You're not alone," Lelouch interrupted, an apprehensive tinge to his voice. Two shadowed figures stood behind him.
"Nor are you." Suzaku slowly set Ko on the ground. "You're early."
"You sounded nervous on the phone."
Had Suzaku made the right choice? Was Lelouch finally tired of indulging him and ready to commit to his responsibilities as a prince. "Who are they?"
Lelouch sighed. "My guard. I ditched him last time to meet with you, and he was rather cross with me."
"Wait," the guard snapped. "You left to spend the entire day with him!"
Ignoring him, Lelouch continued, "And I believe you are already acquainted with Lady Kallen."
Suzaku swallowed nervously, meeting her eyes. She seemed just as apprehensive seeing him. Was Lelouch aware that she was one of Kaguya's spies? A warm hand took his, and he smiled reassuringly at Chino. None of that mattered, only Chino and Ko.
"I need a favor," Suzaku said.
"I can get you out," Lelouch offered.
Suzaku shook his head. "No. I can do that alone... but my brother is sick."
"You don't have a brother?"
Suzaku glared at him and pulled Ko closer to him. "In all the ways that matter. I'm—" Biting his lip, he looked down. "He deserves better. Chino too. And I can't protect them anymore. My last name got out. They're targets now."
"Oh." Lelouch stepped forward, and his guard nervously pulled him back. "What do you need?
"Protect them, please? I'm sorry. I know it's a huge favor but—"
"Never for you. I owe you—"
"You already stopped Clovis."
"I would've done that anyway." Lelouch smiled weakly. "I'll take care of them. Are you sure though? Because you probably won't see them again."
"I'm sure." Suzaku bowed deeply in gratitude before sweeping his brother into a tight hug. Tears in his eyes, he whispered, "See that man over there? He is going to make you feel better okay. Can you go to him?"
Ko blinked, his eyes dilated and confused, but nodded. Slowly, he ambled to Lelouch and the guard intercepted him, gently patting him down.
"Sensei?" Chino asked.
"You too," Suzaku said. He knelt beside her, leveling his face with hers. "You said you wanted to join Britannia. Lelouch will give you the best chance. Watch out for Ko, please. Stay strong."
"B-But, why aren't you coming? They'll hurt you!"
"You could," Lelouch offered gently, and Suzaku flinched at the desperate longing in his friend's eyes.
He wanted nothing more than to accept and relish the safety of Lelouch's company. Together, they could accomplish anything. But Lelouch was Britannia now, much like Suzaku had become Japan. Unless Lelouch sat on the throne, Suzaku would be nothing more than a symbol of Japan's defeat.
"I think... I think I could talk my mother down. We could figure it out."
Gently pushing his student forward, Suzaku shook his head. "I'm sorry. I can't."
Chino spun around and hugged him tightly. "Please, come with us, sensei. I don't want to be alone again."
"You'll have Lelouch," Suzaku promised, prying off her hands. "Go."
Her face hardened, and she slowly backed away. "Why!"
"Because I think..." Suzaku squeezed his eyes shut. "I hate Britannia."
When he opened them again, Chino was angrily struggling against the guard's grip, while Lelouch looked devastated. Yes, he most likely wouldn't see any of them again unless it was the opposite end of a battlefield.
The guard shoved Chino into Kallen's grip before firmly stepping in front of Lelouch.
"I don't hate you, Lelouch," Suzaku promised.
"You should," Lelouch whispered.
"I can't." Suzaku snorted. "It would be much easier if we could. I won't fight you... but everyone else?"
Lelouch sighed. "The Blood of the Samurai is dead."
"Why?"
"They took Nunnally hostage," Lelouch said coldly.
Suzaku shivered. Yes. They were dead. Lelouch would throw all his influence and power around to ensure their extermination.
"Tell Tohdoh if the JLF wants to survive, they should leave and come back in a year. They won't survive otherwise, not with Kusakabe as a former member."
"If I meet Kusakabe, I'll kill him for you," Suzaku promised. "I'll pass it along. This is goodbye then, for real?"
"You have my number." Lelouch stilled. "Next time though, I won't be able to let you leave."
"Thank you, for everything."
Lelouch bowed deeply and turned around. His guard and Kallen fell into step behind him, bringing Chino and Ko along. It was better this way. Suzaku only brought trouble to those close to him.
712th Division Base, Area Eleven
Roy was used to many of Lelouch's numerous eccentricities and hair brained stunts. He thought nothing could surprise him anymore, especially with Frederick being the sane one. But no, apparently the universe existed to defy him.
"What do you mean you kidnapped two kids?" Roy hissed, aghast at the sight of two makeshift beds on the floor of Lelouch's office. "You were gone for less than two hours last night. How the hell did you come back with two kids?"
"He was sick. Lelouch couldn't leave him like that," Frederick said. "And then the girl didn't want to leave her brother, and they don't have any parents. We couldn't let them die."
"Yes. You could. Because we cannot take every kid in. First Oscar, now two more. I should've seen this coming."
Frederick's shoulder shook in silent laughter. "It's not that bad."
"Yes. It is. We're not a daycare."
"We all have our coping methods. You buy teddy bears. Lelouch collects kids."
"It was for Selena!" Roy raised his hands and forcibly brought them back down. "Why didn't you stop him!"
The blanket shifted, and Roy watched in horror as a young girl sat up, met his eyes, then hunched her shoulders in fear.
Not willing to leave a child unsupervised in a room with classified documents, Roy pulled Frederick to the corner and dropped his voice. "We make sure the boy heals and then we bring them back. This is after all a military base. At least Oscar has family here; otherwise, it is kidnapping."
The door opened, and Lelouch stepped inside, a young boy sleeping on his shoulder. "Oh, you're awake, Chino. And Roy... I thought you had something this morning.
Roy narrowed his eyes. "You weren't going to tell me, were you?"
Wincing, Lelouch tucked the boy in. "Eventually. After I figure out what to do. Chino, what do you like for breakfast?"
"Figure out what to— You were the one to take them in, Lelouch." Roy collapsed into the chair and buried his head in his hands. "Just why?"
"I felt like it?"
"You felt like it? Take them back."
"They're kids, not a defective product.
The girl, Chino, giggled. "Do all soldiers have a nice office, sir?"
"You didn't tell them anything, did you?" Roy shook his head and leaned over to grab the stack of paperwork. "I'm doing this and you're taking the day off to deal with whatever this is."
"Wait, Roy! You can't take my paperwork. Roy!"
Ignoring him, he ripped open the door and crashed into Henry, who scowled.
"You're supposed to be checking security," Lelouch said bitterly.
Crossing his arms, Henry glared at them from the door. "You always do that when there's something you don't want... Why are there kids in your office?"
Roy pushed his way past him into the hallway. "Lelouch picked up some strays yesterday and Frederick didn't stop him. Go talk some sense into them."
"Roy! I need my work!"
He slammed the door shut and stared at the pile of additional work he had taken on forlornly. At least Lelouch seemed to be in a better mood, but why did that have to come with kids? He shuddered and tucked the papers beneath his arm continuing on his way. They had a new lead to follow with Clovis apparently having used special, unmarked military vans for transporting goods to his secret project.
As he picked up lunch, Art stopped beside him and whispered, "Is it true? Lelouch kidnapped—"
"I'm not talking about this. Hopefully, he'll return to his senses by the end of the day." Of course that wouldn't happen. The universe hated Roy, and Lelouch existed to tempt fate. Could Roy mark this in the bad luck column? Lelouch's stay in Australia had been way too uneventful. "One of them is going to be a Chinese spy or something, aren't they?"
Art sighed exasperatedly and left, mumbling insults under his breath.
Roy waited until he rounded the corner before heading the opposite direction and entering the large conference room. A dozen other officers were already there, gossiping in quiet tones and work strewn between their plates. The coffee was already empty—an ominous sign.
"Does Lelouch really have two kids now?" Sergeant Major Gill asked.
"It hasn't even been a day. How?" Roy collapsed in the closest seat and glared at the empty pot of coffee. "Did you sweep the room?"
"Yes. Found two bugs." SGM Gill grinned. "Someone saw Lelouch and Stadtfeld returning last night with two brats. The entire division knows by now."
"Never underestimate the power of the rumor mill," chimed Colonel Pereira—her bubbly personality hid a devastatingly competent mind. She had joined the division near the tail end with the Count, then rose quickly through the ranks for her swiftness in adapting on the battlefield.
Roy glared at them and set the jammer on the table. They relaxed at the extra bit of security. What they were discussing was dangerously close to treason. A handful of newer officers nervously entered, avoiding his gaze as they took the seats furthest away. A few minutes late, Pablo rushed in, slightly out of breath.
Passing out a piece of paper, SGM Gill circled the room. "Write down everyone you have told and how they reacted. I'll arrange meetings with them in the coming week to check in on them."
"Barely had time to take a shit, much less talk to someone," Colonel Neves grumbled. He massaged his shoulder. "I'm too old for this shit.
COL Pereira grimaced. "You need to tell Gosling to slow down, General. The men are exhausted, and not all of them have such enthusiasm in hunting Numbers."
Snorting, a younger officer, Lieutenant Colonel Ward leaned back. "Speak for yourself. Their terrorism sets the rest of us back years."
COL Neves glared. "Well, not all of us are fortunate to be a partial."
"And how will you find a Britannian woman to wed if all of them think of us as monsters like them?"
"Enough!" SGM Gill barked.
"Sorry, Jimmy," COL Neves mumbled. "I've told a few of the Majors who are fond of Lelouch. So far it has gone rather well."
"That's good," SGM Gill said. He retook his seat and drummed his finger against the table. "We're making good progress with the officers then. But it's the regular soldiers we got to watch out for. They don't know him like we do. They're susceptible to rumors."
"I suggest we start a rumor." COL Pereira leaned across the table, a grin stretching her face. "Most folks already guessed he's a noble or bastard son of one. We could broach the subject by suggesting he's related to a royal. Prince Schneizel perhaps."
Pablo chuckled. "You have no idea how disturbed Lelouch looked when I suggested that to him. It's believable enough at least. Everyone knows he's a cold bastard."
"It's risky," Roy interrupted. "If Henry finds out..."
"Can't believe he would spy on us for the Emperor," SGM Gill mumbled. "It's asinine. Nobody can be around Lelouch for that long, pretend to be his friend, and then turn around and stab him in the back."
Lieutenant Colonel Tamay set aside one of his patient files. "Not all of us are blindly loyal. He's a Brit and the oath to the Emperor comes first."
"He's part of his royal guard though," Pablo said, brow furrowed. "The oaths are different."
"Yes," Roy confirmed. "Loyalty to one's prince is technically first... I doubt it's practical. The Emperor can still kill them if they disobey him."
"If Lelouch isn't willing to turn against his father, then how can you expect Sullivan to do the same?" LTC Tamay asked. "There's no need to sacrifice your life for a pointless display of loyalty. If Lelouch has a problem with that—"
"What is your problem with him?" COL Pereira snapped. "Of course it's a problem. Sullivan has to be with him everywhere. But Lelouch isn't holding it against him. If he did, he wouldn't treat him like a friend but as an assassin."
Scoffing, COL Neves shook his head. "He wouldn't. He has enough honor to not stab him in the back."
"Don't be an idiot. He's assassinated people before." She shrugged. "It's a necessary part of the job."
LTC Ward nodded eagerly. "Troublesome soldiers disappear for a reason. They'd ruin us all. Of course we shouldn't advertise it, but it protects the rest of the division. Sullivan might be reporting to the Emperor, but as long as it doesn't harm the division, Lelouch won't remove him. I guess that's why he always sends Sullivan off when he does something risky?"
"Idiots," LTC Tamay barked, slamming a hand on the table. "You'd follow him if he did that? Do you all really think he kills his own men?"
"Lelouch isn't that kind of person," COL Neves added. "He's honorable."
Roy massaged his nose as everyone else hesitantly nodded. He had been surprised by Lelouch employing Alex as an assassin against their enemies, but they clearly thought Lelouch would do that to their own people. How could they still follow him believing such a horrifying falsehood? Had Roy missed some crucial character trait in his friend or was he merely naive for believing in him?
"Lelouch discharges them," LTC Tamay said slowly. "I forge the medical files necessary for the records, and they return home."
"But they know he's Zero," LTC Ward said.
"Who would believe them? A scrawny nineteen, or actually seventeen, year old kid? It's a fanciful tale."
As inquiring heads turned to him, Roy nodded. "Unless they put someone's life at risk, Lelouch arranges for a discharge. Otherwise, they're put on trial. We've seen the results of that."
"So Ban is still alive?" COL Periera asked softly.
"He was alive when he left," Roy said. "Lelouch liked him. Of course, he wouldn't kill him."
SGM Gill hummed.
"Put that on the list then," Roy said tiredly. "Clearly, we need to correct this worryingly wrong assumption."
Maybe that was why Stadtfeld kept acting like she was terrified around him. Perhaps she had heard the rumors... No, it had started before she began talking to the others, and Gino most definitely wouldn't believe something so ludicrous. Had she seen something in Lelouch that Roy didn't?
"Then..." COL Periera glared at their doctor. "Why do you have a problem with Lelouch? You're always overly critical. He makes mistakes, but he's still a kid, learning."
LTC Tamay leaned back, tilting his chair. "'He's not a kid. He's royalty."
"Just because Edgar died—"
"Lelouch could've taken over anytime. Thousands of lives could've been saved if he had, but he didn't. And Edgar died to protect him. Now, he's doing the exact same thing. He has power in his grasp, but he refuses to use it. His plan is to retire on an island."
"It's a bit more complicated," Pablo mumbled.
"Is he going to take the throne?" LTC Tamay challenged. "No. We're going behind his back for him. Securing the division's loyalty so it belongs to him, while he buries his head in the sand. But he's not even going to try because he's scared."
COL Neves sighed. "He's young. He might change his mind. If that was his ambition though, none of the men would trust him. They would feel used."
"That's why you don't publically announce it," COL Pereira said. She looked around the room slowly. "He's doing all the right things if he did want the throne and was trying to avoid suspicion. Unfortunately, he actually means it and anybody important won't believe him. Still, while we all know he could be good, I don't think it's fair to judge him for it. He's already done far more for us than anyone else has. It would be selfish to demand more."
"It's not like this is easy for him," Roy added. "We've all seen the job take a toll... and when the Emperor finally dies, he'll have been doing this for who knows how many years."
Pablo sighed. "Lelouch plans on supporting Odysseus for the throne and then to work with him to abolish the Number system."
"Abolish?" LTC Tamay asked disbelievingly.
"Yes. He hasn't been doing nothing. He asked me to try for citizenship under the new legislation. I'll need to pass a test, but if I do, it'll be proof that a Number can rise. That the system can change."
They fell into a contemplative silence, an eager hunger in many of their eyes.
"Is that option public?" Roy asked. "I haven't heard anything..."
"Probably because Lelouch doesn't want to make a fuss before the test happens. Less of a chance of it being reversed. It's new legislation. The trickiest part will be finding a noble sponsor."
"Of course," someone mumbled bitterly.
SGM Gill stroked his chin. "Unless he told you to keep it quiet, you should tell the others. We'll float around a rumor that Lelouch used his influence to get it passed. Even if some of them will hate Lelouch for being royalty, knowing he's chipping away at the Number system will sway many of them. We all know if he dies, any gains we've made will be lost."
"Good," Roy said. At last, the situation felt somewhat controllable. "Which leaves me with one last issue. If the Emperor turns against Lelouch..."
Heads snapped in his direction, an aura of shock and disbelief permeating the room.
"You can't be serious," LTC Ward said. "We can't—"
"Are you really implying what I think you are?" SGM Gill asked. "It's... unlike you."
"Yes." Pushing himself up off the table, Roy stared at them imploringly. "I'm suggesting that we prepare to move against the Emperor on Lelouch's behalf if the situation sours. I would rather be prepared than caught off guard, and the resources we devote to it will be useful in securing whatever ambitions Lelouch has after the Emperor dies."
"Never expected that of you," LTC Tamay mumbled and rose. "I'm in."
"Treason for lunch," COL Periera joked, pushing herself up. "Can you imagine how upset the Brits will be if some Numbers strike against Britannia?"
Pablo and SGM Gill stood, the rest of the room quickly following suit except LTC Ward. He looked at them apprehensively from his seat and pursed his lips as the rest glared at him. Unlike them, he had much more to lose. Roy was the only one risking more, putting his entire family and their business at risk. Having proposed it, he had no plausible deniability either. If he was caught, it would be the end.
"I don't like this," he said. "Do you think Lelouch would support this at all? He'll be furious when he finds out."
COL Neves snorted. "He'll only find out if one of us snitches. Or are you planning to? Because in my mind, there's no room for hesitation if we decide on this. We're either all on board or it's off."
"Or we eliminate the liability," COL Periera chimed, helpfully.
LTC Ward gulped and shakily rose. "I'm in."
"Don't sound confident there," COL Neves accused. "You like your little comfortable life, subsisting off the scraps Britannia throws at you."
"I'm—I think Lelouch would be a better Emperor..." Trembling, LTC Ward continued, "And it's not treason if we succeed. He'll change his mind."
Imperial Palace, New Pendragon
As the Knights of the Round trained diligently, Marianne watched from a distance, happy for the respite from tumultuous events. Charles stopped next to her with a dazed look, barely reacting as she grabbed his hand.
"What happened?" she asked nervously. Had Nunnally found more trouble? Or was something wrong with Aimee?
"Lelouch has a kid," he mumbled.
She blinked. "Who is the lucky girl? Don't tell me it's the new pilot of his." Leaning forward, she rested her chin on her hands. "If she screwed her head on straight, I guess she would be a good match, even if she's part Eleven. She's skilled and her performance during the hostage crisis was exemplary. Of course, he'll need someone with more political capital in his corner, but if he's finally shown interest in one girl—"
"No. He went out and returned with two kids—Elevens. He has adopted them."
"Not literally, right?" Marianne looked at him desperately. "He can't do that, right?"
"As Lamperouge gratefully. That doesn't mean he won't try to." Charles leaned against the railing and massaged his temples. "This is him rebelling, isn't it? Why cannot he play obnoxious music or something? My cousin did that. It drove my uncle into an apocalyptic rage. This cannot be normal, right?"
Marianne nodded seriously. "Definitely not. You'll have the opportunity to discuss it. I'm sure you can convince him to give them up to Kirihara or something. He has to realize they'd be better off with their own kind, and it's not like he knows what he's getting into..."
"I hope they give him a headache," Charles said bitterly.
"Just... Don't tell him no outright." She winced. "He'll dig his heels, and then we'll never be rid of them."
"While I am glad he is more comfortable, I wish he wouldn't express it in such a manner."
"It's Kururugi's fault somehow."
Charles paused. "He did receive a phone call from an unknown number earlier that day..."
Author's Note:
A lighter chapter after all the previous heavy chapters.
Apologies for the delay. My writing weekend got waylaid by a group project. No worldbuilding thoughts as I don't have the time really to write them. Hopefully, I will be having more time soon. :)
Thank you Dark, Jarod, and Nektry for your beta work.
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