Turn 3.2

A quick phone call to Kallen, a hearty breakfast with Nunnally, and I'm off to the train station, CC following behind me.

Really need to find a pot dealer.

Apparently I was thinking out loud, because CC is giggling about my saying that.

"You've smoked before?" I raise an eyebrow.

She smirks. "I haven't had a contractor like you in ages. I'll happily have a puff with you."

Seriously, I could kiss this girl.

A quick detour later, we are both smoking some...I'm gonna call it 6/10 cannabis. Not great, but it works.

I'm trying very hard not to laugh at CC, whose eyes are bloodshot red right now. She wasn't kidding, though; she's handling herself like an experienced stoner.

Unfortunately, Lelouch is a lightweight, so I had to stop early.

Goddammit, I miss working out. My tolerance was so much better before.

One Geassing of the train car later, and I'm in the Zero outfit.

...Hmm, given the current fit, I'm likely going to have to have it re-tailored at some point.

CC is kicking back on the train car seats...and there's Kallen.

I flip open my phone. God. Flip phones. Haven't seen those in years. This world is so odd at times.

"Hello, Kallen."

"So what's going on? I got my cell group with me."

"Look to the right. What do you see?" What can I say? Lelouch had some honestly great lines, and I have no problem reusing the best ones.

"Britannia's monument to excess and depravity."

Hot damn, I love her smart-ass mouth.

"And to the left?"

"A cursed memorial inhabited by forlorn souls and the unavenged ghosts of fallen Japanese."

I am so fucking hard for this woman.

"A magnificent synopsis. Worthy of Basho. Come to the front car."

Time to make my entrance. "Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste," I tap my foot on the ground. "I've been around for a long, long year, stole many a man's soul to waste."

Damn, I don't even know if the Stones exist here.

"Oh that song. It's quite popular among Britannian youth," CC quips.

They do exist! Thank you, ROB.

I turn to face the resistance. Ohgi, Tamaki, Kento, Naomi, Sugiyama...and Kallen.

"Pleased to meet you! Hope you guess my name," I sing softly as they file in.

Tamaki is snapping his fingers. "Huh. Don't know what that song is, but it's damn catchy."

Ha! I have a fan.

I turn around as the tunnel begins.

"How did you like my tour of the settlement?"

Ohgi steps forward. Ah, Ohgi. Reliable. Level headed. Traitor.

No. He hasn't done that yet. I really need to stop doing that.

"We know about the difference between them and us."

"Do you now?" I walk forward, cape enveloping my form. "Do you know why you will never succeed? Why Britannia will always defeat your resistance attempts?"

He's grimacing. "Because we're a broken country. We don't have the manpower or the resources to fight them openly."

Huh. Well. Better answer than I expected.

"Partially correct. But also wrong."

I gesture with my left arm. "The difference is, you don't actually believe you can win."

I grasp my arm into a claw shape.

"But...tactics can change a battle. Strategy can destroy a nation."

I fling my cape to both sides raising my arms up. "I did not come here to disparage you. I came to tell you stop fighting a meaningless resistance targeting citizens, and to do what you think impossible."

I point my right index finger accusingly. "TO DECLARE WAR ON BRITANNIA ITSELF! AND TO TAKE THE HEAD OF EMPEROR CHARLES ZI BRITANNIA!" I roar with the full force of my rage.

CC is sitting up now, her eyes twinkling in interest.

Yes, my future Black Knights. Hate is what drives me. And unlike the original timeline, you will know the true depths of my fury.

"I have waited for years, biding my time. And now the time is ripe. I took action to stop a massacre in Shinjuku, and...I took the life of Prince Clovis la Britannia in the name of Shinjuku's dead."

My arm returns to my side.

Ohgi's eyes are wide with surprise. "Then the ceasefire...?"

I nod, "Clovis did so at gunpoint. And now Suzaku Kururugi has been accused of my crime."

I chuckle to myself, "I'm not overly fond of kill-stealing, or of letting an innocent man die pointlessly."

I clap my hands together. "So! I have come to you, the Shinjuku resistance, to aid me. What say you? Shall we save Kururugu together?"

Unsurprisingly, they're thinking I'm a sketchy looking motherfucker.

I turn to Kallen, who's not sure what to make of my theatrics. "Ms. Kōzuki, can you vouch for my capabilities?"

Kallen raises an eyebrow. And then turns to the group.

"He's a louse and a pervert. I find myself wanting to punch him a lot of the time."

I facepalm my mask. This was a bad idea.

"But..."

She turns back to me and salutes. "I think he's for real. I believe he can do the impossible. And he's actually not that bad a person, just a bit of a perv."

I hang my head at her declaration.

Ohgi walks over to Kallen. "Do you know who he is?"

She nods. "He's someone who hates Britannia. Maybe more than any Japanese person alive. His sister was crippled by them."

I nod grimly. "I swore revenge in her name. I will see Japan and all the Areas set free."

I put my hand under my chin. "I cannot show you my face, not yet. But results should speak for themselves. Will my successfully rescuing Kururugi suffice as my resume?" I offer my hand to Ohgi.

He nods and shakes. "We may not all help. But Kallen and I will come, at least."

I smile beneath my mask. All tasks at hand have been cleared.

"So who's the green-haired bimbo?"

Wow, great job, Tamaki. I facepalm as CC sits up and struts over to the ignorant redhead.

"Bimbo?" she asks with a flat tone.

Kallen is shaking her head slowly. She looks to me with a questioning eyebrow. I give her a facepalm in return. I am not saving this idiot from his own stupidity.

"Well, yeah. Aren't you a hooker?" Tamaki asks as he scratches his cheek.

Oooh. Nice right roundhouse.

Yep, he's KO'd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce my trusted partner and confidant, CC."

Well, we're off to a great start, aren't we?