Turn 17: Alea Iacta Est

I should have expected it. It's obvious Euphie would try something this idiotic in hindsight. Maybe I figured she'd be just a wee bit more circumspect, or that she'd talk to me first.

But then again? Expecting Euphie to do something with sufficient foresight is the first step towards failure.

"Goddamn pinky princess..." I sigh rubbing my forehead.

"Umm, Lelouch?"

I turn to Rivalz, who's sitting with Milly, Nunnally and Alice on the couch...and to the side, CC is talking with her...son in Chinese.

That's going to take a while to get used to. But? I can tell they're both happier this way.

"Yes Rivalz?"

He raises an eyebrow, "Why are you...dressed like that?"

I look down briefly at the sundress and wide brimmed hat I'm wearing, a touch of makeup on my face.

"I prefer Lelucia when I'm like this. What's up?"

I think the voice throws him off more than the dress, honestly. He scratches his chin as he likely wonders what he should ask.

"Ok, 'Lelucia'. Why are you Lelucia right now?"

I shrug and pull a joint from my cigarette case.

"Because I felt like it. The alternative was marching to the Viceroy's palace, smacking Euphie for this stupid fucking idea of hers, and then smacking Suzaku for being too spineless to stop her."

Am I being unfair to Suzu? Certainly. Do I give a shit right now, however? Not particularly. Both of those two idiots have thrown a monkey wrench into things.

And on top of that? Kane and Laila, our erstwhile allies in the middle east, appears to be dead along with their entire organization, according to the news. Nunnally was distraught to hear that...as was I.

I really was a shitty brother to her.

I grumble as I light up, inhaling the smoke and sighing out a cloud, "This entire week is made of bullshittium."

"To be fair, Lulu? Those of us who know Euphie should have known better. Some things never change," Milly says with a sigh.

"Umm, Mr. Lelouch?"

I turn to Mao, who's raising his hand. It's a bit weird realizing he's mentally younger than any of the rest of us.

"It's Lelucia, Mao. What's your question?"

He fidgets under the attention, relaxing as CC rubs his shoulder. "Why is the SAZ bad? Isn't it a way for people to live peacefully without fighting?"

Oh boy. The kid is pretty smart. It's a good question, actually; it's just one of those unfortunate realities where the fairy tale ending doesn't work.

"The quick and dirty explanation is that there are too many factors that ensure its demise. Not even counting myself, I can name several other groups or individuals off the top of my head who would profit immensely by the SAZ's collapse."

Mao blinks and looks to CC. "Mom, you've seen a lot. Do you think it could work?"

She tousles his white hair, shaking her head. "No, Lelucia is right. The only way the SAZ would work is if it was official policy. So tell me, Little Mao: who sets policy for Britannia?"

It's almost cute how he's visibly thinking that over. It's a moderately more complicated question than it sounds, at least to those outside the halls of power.

However, for those of us in the royal family? The truth has always been clear.

His eyes widen as he probably just realized who's the biggest obstacle.

"Ohh. Lelucia's father. He won't let it happen."

My sister grimaces in her chair at what Charles' likely reaction will be.

Time for me to provide a reality check.

"While the Emperor might not give a damn about the SAZ privately, publicly, however, he would be forced to make a response. Not to mention the various factions of nobility, businesses, and military that are likely opposed to it. And that's even before I get into the various Number groups who have good reason to be suspicious."

I smile at Mao, who's looking depressed. It's not an easy thing to hear that fairy tales can't happen.

"The cold and unspoken truth is? Euphie's idea isn't a bad one. It just can't work in Britannia. And point of fact..." I pause as a previously considered line of thought pops up again in my head.

I cross my legs, rubbing my chin as I turn the idea I'm considering over in my head. Yes, that would be his angle, wouldn't it?

"Point of fact? I have very good reason to believe that this policy was endorsed specifically to undercut me."

Mao looks between myself and his mother, confused.

"But you just said it's not workable. And that Euphemia is trying to help people. So why would she...?"

And that sound is CC facepalming as she realizes just who would be backing the SAZ with exactly that kind of reasoning in mind.

"Schneizel," the two of us say in sync.

I really do love how she gets me sometimes.

Milly slumps back on the couch, a look of consternation on her face. "So either you join the SAZ, and we have to disarm, or you fight the SAZ, and the public turns on you. Your brother is a sneaky weasel, Lelucia."

I take a sip of tea, looking at the ceiling as I consider my options.

This really was a no-win scenario for Lelouch in the original timeline. Tragically, he found a third option that was worse than both of those two.

Recreating the "Massacre Princess" is something I will never let happen.

But what can I do? There must something I haven't considered.

"So Lelucia, what are we doing? You have a plan, right? Can't you talk to Euphie?" Rivalz asks with a plaintive look.

Talk to her? Convince Euphie not to do a bad idea? Ha! Good fucking luck!

Milly gives Rivalz a pitying look, "Trust me Rivalz, Euphie is more stubborn than Lulu. She'll never let go of this idea as long as she thinks it can help people."

...Gods be damned. It would come down to that, wouldn't it?

...That's it! That's the solution! But...it's not a good one. There will be a great deal of rancor and outrage if I do this plan.

But Euphie will be alive. She might be upset with me. But I'd rather have Pinky Princess mad at me than dead, with Suzaku shattered and broken by it.

Well, I told myself I wouldn't make the same mistakes. And this is one of those gutless decisions Lelouch did originally that I never liked anyway. So why not try something unexpected? Besides, I'm sure Schneizel will choke on his tongue seeing it.

I start giggling, imagining the scene of him of being stunned into incoherence and blue screening. Oh my, that's more pleasing than I expected.

"Hehehehehe..."

I can see him now, going into a complete brain freeze for a moment as his conceptions of me shatter under something that doesn't fit.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Mao shivers in CC's arms, "Mom...Lulu's being scary again..."

Alice looks on in concern, eyes shifting from myself to Nunnally.

"Have I mentioned your brother is nuts, Nunna?"

"Hahahahaha!"

Rivalz gulps as the sound of my maniacal laughter builds. This is perfect, why didn't I think of this before?! It's exactly the kind of thing I should do! This is—ack!

I cough as Milly walks over and puts me in a headlock, noogieing me.

"Stop it, Lelucia! You're scaring everyone with your crazy."

I sniff, raising my nose up. Philistines. They simply don't appreciate my expression of trium—ow.

I grimace as Milly keeps applying the knuckles while copping a feel. "I feel I'm being unfairly singled out for my willingness to express myself."

Hearing someone snort, I turn to see Nunnally giving me a look loudly proclaiming that what I said was bullshit and I should know better.

"Treacherous little sister," I grouse.

"Really, Big Sister, you should know better than to think nobody is going to say anything if you leave an opening like that," she says, trying to hide the smile on her face at my predicament.

Heh. Family, what can you do?

Oh great. More garbage to deal with.

I facepalm the front of my mask as I spot two guys having a fistfight out in the open as I walk into the base.

CC beside me raises an eyebrow, "What now?"

I reach into the side of my coat, drawing out a pistol, carefully removing the silencer before responding.

"I take a few days off and come back to this? People need to remember what happens when you agitate the crazy person."

My witch shakes her head in bemusement, "We both know you play it up for the crowd to an extent. And thank you for the pantsuit, by the way."

I tilt my face up and down giving her the once-over. The black dress suits her better, but I thought this white number was rather fetching as well. And it frames her ass perfectly,besides.

"They don't need to know that. It's not my problem if they can't read between the lines. And you're quite welcome, dear. Now if you'll excuse me..."

I spin the pistol in my grip before firing into the air. Which immediately stops everything as people turn to see who fired that shot...and to their credit, only a few people pale. The rest immediately come to attention.

Who says we don't have discipline?

"You can all relax. Your fearless lunatic leader has returned. Now, what's going on? I really hope this is something for my entertainment, like an oil wrestling match. Otherwise, I'm going to start asking questions that may require nine millimeter answers," I say, hissing the last part.

"Lord Zero, you have to handle this! Tell this filth he's not welcome here!" A young guy, maybe twenties-ish with dyed blonde hair and a scar on his arm pipes up.

I raise an eyebrow at that bold declaration. Must be a new guy.

"And what, pray tell, has he done, Mr...?"

"Hiroyama Satoshi, sir. Infantryman. He's affecting morale with his poison and should be expelled not to taint us with it, sir!"

This sounds familiar. Almost like...if he's pulling what I think he is, I need to stop this right now.

"You, your name and rank, soldier."

The other guy, who looks to be around Kallen's age, and currently sporting a black eye, salutes, wincing as he raises his arm.

"Jishiro Kashigi, sir. Infantryman. I have no idea, sir."

I tap my foot impatiently. I'm sooooo not in the mood for this.

"Somebody better start talking or my friend, Mr. Pistol, here will start answering. What the fuck is going on?" I growl out.

"This man is a detriment to our cause! His blood is tainted and shouldn't be around proper Japanese, sir!"

Tainted blood? Fucking hell, not this shit again.

"Let me guess, your complaint against Kashigi here," I say as I pace back and forth, "is because he's burakumin, yes?"

Judging by most of the crowd backing away, they clearly remember what I did to the last jackass who pulled this stunt.

"Exactly! I know you're a Britannian, sir, so you may not understand our culture. But surely you can see how this would negatively affect morale."

Oh that's cute. This guy is playing this like I don't know what the problem is. Never mind that I just used a word that almost no Britannian would know.

"That's funny, I thought I made it clear I didn't care about class, culture, or race, among other things. Did anyone hear me mention that?"

A few "Yeahs", some nods and general murmurs of agreement. So I'm not talking in a vacuum. Excellent.

"Very good. Raise your hand if you're Japanese."

...You'd think people would know better than to give me incredulous looks.

"Humor me. I have a point to make."

Most of the BKs raise their hands, including Kashigi.

"Excellent. Raise your hand if you're Britannian."

My own hand rises as a decent number of my forces, including Reid and Milly, join me. While Japanese still make up the majority of my forces, there's plenty of Britannians who are unhappy with the system. They come from the lower classes, mostly, but they are Britannian nonetheless.

"So far, so good. Now, raise your hand if you're something else."

I spot a few hands in the back. Picking one out, I point.

"You, where are you from?"

"Hyeong Suo-Ji, sir. I'm a machinist from Korea."

Should probably look into Korea at some point. And find out what the fuck the Toromo agency actually does.

"Glad you're here. Now, everyone?"

I flare my cape back as I take a deep breath before projecting my voice around the hanger.

"Raise your hand if you're a Black Knight and you believe in justice."

At that powerful statement, everyone's hand is the air.

"Here's what you're not getting, Satoshi," I say turning back to the man, who's standing in awe.

"We all come from different places. Different backgrounds, different countries, different cultures. And yet, we have things that unite us."

I leap over to a platform, gesturing powerfully with a sweep of my arm, "The Emperor of Britannia is right, that all men are NOT created equal. However! This statement has an addition, a qualifier if you will.

"THAT CREATION DOES NOT DETERMINE WORTH! THAT A MAN'S WILL AND DRIVE CAN LET HIM SURPASS ANOTHER BY VIRTUE OF HIS OWN EFFORT! THAT, MY KNIGHTS, IS A TRUTH I HOLD DEAR!"

I hold both arms up high, "Let us not scorn any who would fight for Justice! What does it matter what a man's ancestors did, if the man himself is honorable and just?! Why should any man or woman pay for the crime of a mere blood relation?!"

My arm snaps out, finger pointing, singling out the would-be rabble-rouser, "Satoshi! If Kashigi here had taken a bullet for you, would you not strive to save him as your brother in arms, out of loyalty, camaraderie, and gratitude?!"

He nods, knees shaking at the force of my presence.

I was tempted to kill this man to make an example. But I have been away for awhile. And it feels more appropriate to remind my army just why I am their lord and master.

"Then recognize that you have wronged him! Yes, Japanese culture demands that burakumin be shunned for being spiritually unclean. But we are Black Knights before anything else! An injustice against even the least of us is an injustice against all! So tell me, Satoshi?"

I lazily aim the barrel at his forehead, speaking in a sibilant tone that nonetheless carries through the room.

"Is this foolishness worth dying for?"

The gun barrel glints in the fluorescent lights, as I wait for an answer.

After breaking out into a visible sweat after a moment, and likely realizing that, no, I am probably not bluffing?

He falls to his knees into a kowtow position.

"ゆーゆー許してくれ、ZEROさま!" (F-f-forgive me, Lord Zero!)

I holster my pistol, hopping off the platform, and walk over to offer him my hand.

"To err is human. You grew up in a certain way and were told certain things. This facet of life repeats among many cultures, be it Japanese, Britannian, Chinese, French, or any other."

I love moments like this. Seeing that dawning look of comprehension in people's eyes as they realize they're all not different from one another.

That their enemies are human like them as well.

"Indoctrination. Unexamined and absolute belief in one's elders. Cultural conformity. These...are mistakes of old Japan. Ones that I would not see repeated."

I raise my left hand, fingers outstretched to the sky, as my right pulls Satoshi to his feet.

"E Pluribus Unum. From the Many, we are One," I proclaim as my hand closes to a fist.

"I know many of you have concerns over the SAZ and what it means for us. I share those concerns."

I pace back and forth, noting that Reid is practically salivating in the background as he films this. This one probably won't go out for general publication, but it's nice to have a record of my work.

"I will be meeting with the command staff shortly after this. Rest assured, this has primacy on my attention."

I whirl around suddenly, cape twirling as I make a cutting gesture with my left arm.

"But know this! Our fight has only just begun! My faith in you, my Knights of Justice, is boundless! Just as your faith is so in me!"

"天下布武! 天下布武! 天下布武! 天下布武!" (Tenka Fubu!)

"天下布武 だぜ! (Tenka Fubu, indeed!) Command staff, with me!"

I spot a blue-haired teenager standing nearby with a dropped jaw. Really now, Rivalz, is it that shocking to know who's behind the mask?

"How was it?" I say walking up to him.

"Lu-errr... Lord Zero! That was amazing!"

Nice recovery. I doubt anyone caught that one. Oh, right. Something I have to fix.

"One second," I say to him as I walk over and tap Kashigi on the shoulder.

"Sir?"

"Go to the infirmary, get patched up. And Kashigi? If this happens again, I want to be informed immediately."

He nods and trudges off, holding his side.

Because next time this happens? I'm going to have to start killing motherfuckers...again.

"How do you...do that? That thing where you feel like a colossus towering over everyone?" Rivalz whispers in a disbelieving tone, as if such a thing were the subject of fairy tales.

I smirk under the mask as I walk with him, "Practice, study of theatrical techniques, psychology, and natural talent."

I hear a feminine snort at that statement, "Yeah right. You're also the biggest ham in the country...Rivalz?!" a shocked Q-1 finishes as she sees who I'm walking with.

"Hey there, do I know you...Kallen?!" And his brain just caught up with his wandering eye.

I make a move to step back, only for Kallen to grab my cloak collar firmly.

"Zero, why is my friend and classmate here?"

"Umm Kallen, I'm right he—" Rivalz pipes up, only to be silenced by her upraised finger on her other hand.

"I want to hear it from this masked jackass first. Start talking, sir," she finishes with a stormy tone promising violence.

"You do know that just makes him hot for you, right?" CC snarks from her position leaning on the wall.

"Maybe I find hitting him cathartic, sue me," she says under her breath.

"Can I sue your pants off, or failing that, your pilot suit?"

Rivalz stifles a laugh as he tries very hard not to smile at the brass balls I'm displaying.

Credit to Q-1, she barely twitched at that crack. Perhaps she's getting used to me?

"Zero..." she says in a tone that's desperately trying to be menacing, while failing miserably due to the rosy red on her cheeks.

"Fine. But only because you're adorable right now. CC and I had to deal with some domestic issues involving an argument between us. Rivalz got caught up in that unexpectedly," I reluctantly answer with a shrug of my shoulders.

Rivalz is looking innocently off to the side, his poker face clearly breaking down.

"Domestic issues? What, did he show up with a pizza while you were in flagrante delicte?"

...I'm impressed she even knows that term. Well done Kallen.

Rivalz turns to CC, a grin threatening to burst out onto his face, "I think that's Latin, what does it mean?"

"Literally 'in flagrant defiance', I believe. It's a colloquial expression for being caught in the act. Usually referring to sex," she answers slyly.

And thar she blows. He's lost this one. "Hahahaha! Man, you two would be the kind of people to answer the door without stopping, wouldn't you? Hahahaha!"

CC is giggling at the idea, which I admit does sound kinky...except for the issue of Nunnally potentially walking on us. That's a bridge too far.

Ignoring the two laughing wiseasses, I continue, "Anyways, CC's son arrived from China and that was the reason we had an argument these last few days."

I know I should stop screwing with her like this. But it's soooo much fun. The double take on her face as she realizes what I just said is worth every shilling.

"Her...son? And why were you fighting over that? Mad someone got there first?" she quips.

I turn my head towards my witch, who for once, doesn't have a snappy comeback.

"Well, CC, tell her. Tell Q-1 why we were arguing over Mao."

Taking a deep breath and wilting a bit, she answers in a low soft voice.

"Because Mao was also one of my contractors many years ago. I gave him a Geass to read minds at six years old, and abandoned him when he lost control of it and was unable to grant my wish..."

Ow. Shocking, sure. But did you have to drop me, Kallen?

Seeing as how that just killed the mood, and Fireball Kallen is winding up for a good mad? I need to intervene.

"Don't. She and I already fought with each other for two days over this. It's dealt with."

Rivalz pipes up, having regained his composure in the interim.

"Kallen, the guy kidnapped me, held me at gunpoint, and used me as a hostage. And you know what?"

He sighs, reaching into his uniform, pausing as he feels around, apparently not finding something.

"Umm, Zero, can I steal a few hits?"

I shrug and toss him my cigarette case, "Take one for yourself and hand it back to CC. What are friends for?"

Thanks to Tamaki, and likely Rivalz soon, I've got plenty of gangja.

He sparks up, taking a deep pull before visibly relaxing.

"Thanks. Anyway, like I was saying, he did all that to me. And you know what?"

He shakes his head slowly, looking into Kallen's confused blue eyes.

"I feel sorry for him. He's like our age, but his Geass driving him nuts means he's more like a twelve-year-old. All he wanted was to have his mom back. And after hearing all that? I don't have the heart to be mad at the guy anymore. And you didn't see these two the last few days," he says pointing to myself and CC.

"They were both utterly miserable. I'm not saying CC didn't screw up or Lu-err, Lord Zero was right to hit her. But sometimes you gotta let people work things out. I personally think that guy Mao hasn't been this happy in a long time. And maybe I'm just a nobody, but I think that's what's important."

I clap slowly, genuinely impressed. "When did you learn how to be such a good orator, Rivalz?"

He takes a puff, rubbing the back of his head bashfully, "Well, you learn to listen to people pouring their hearts out a lot as a bartender. That, and I hang out with you a lot. I had to pick up something."

Seeing as how Kallen looks like she is about to have an aneurysm out of sheer frustration with me?

"So! Let's get to the meeting, and see what everyone thinks of Euphie's wild ride," I say in a saccharine sweet tone as I start walking.

"Rivalz...you know this isn't a game, right? We're seriously going to war against Britannia if the SAZ doesn't stop us."

Figured she would ask him that. But much to my surprise and delight while talking with him previously?

I learned Rivalz Cardemonde is a better man than I gave him credit for.

"I know," he says with a sigh. I'm not looking behind me, so I can just imagine him looking uncharacteristically serious. "But I've seen enough with my contacts with the underworld to—"

"Wait, hold up. YOU have contacts with the underworld?" she blurts out in the most bullshit-calling tone I've heard since she first met me.

I turn my mask backwards, "How do you think we set up the illegal chess gambling matches I play? Rivalz is the one with the contacts."

Gambling in and of itself is legal. The kind of high-stakes gambling I do, however, is a rich man's playground and technically illegal.

The state is leery of high-stakes gambling, so it's regulated with a taxable percentage of the pot. But if it's off the books and private? Or if you're sufficiently wealthy or powerful enough? They'll look the other way. Not to mention nobles don't like publicizing their gambling losses, so they just pay up out of pride.

Just like Rivalz said all those months ago: If you have the money for it, the rules don't apply.

"As I was saying, I've seen and heard a lot. Zero's right; there's something seriously wrong with my country. I can't fight, I'm just a student, a bartender, a chess fixer, and anoccasional pot dealer."

A collection of titles that already sets you apart from most of the people we go to school with, buddy.

"Rivalz, don't sell yourself short. You're one of the people who keeps the council running. Without you, who would we have to throw at Milly?" she says reassuringly, though that last part is only half joking. Milly Duty is most of what we all do on the council, anyway.

"Rivalz wouldn't bring this up himself, but he's actually the guy who does the accounting with me at the end of the day. I figure how how to work in Milly's crazy budget mutilations, but as Treasurer?"

I pat him on the shoulder, nodding firmly as my blue haired friend smiles sheepishly.

"He's the one who checks my math and makes sure it balances. And once in a while, we throw in something extra from our chess hustling if we ever need extra padding to stay in the black."

Or, more typically, if Milly has had an Idea and we need money for mayhem-related expenses.

Hmm, now there's a thought.

"Speaking of Millicent...?"

He sighs and takes another pull as he leans against a wall.

"You want to know why I kept trying all these years even though she never gave me a shot?"

We both nod, with Kallen mouthing 'years?' at me silently, to which I nod.

"I guess it's because she stuck out so much. The star in the spotlight, the Mad Princess of Ashford, etc. Me, I saw a girl who didn't know how to relate to people and needed a friend."

He scratches his head as he parses his next words.

"Maybe I'm just infatuated, maybe it's just lust, I dunno. I just felt the urge to keep trying. I knew it wouldn't work out, most likely; she's got her issues with her parents trying to marry her off."

This is honestly the most I've heard him talk about this in years. I really have been a shitty person to him, haven't I?

"But learning all this shit was going on? That Lu-Lord Zero is who he is, that Milly's been working with him, what happened to his sister, hell, that you're involved too, Kallen?"

He laughs, looking up in desperate need, searching for a peace of mind likely gone for the foreseeable future.

"It's crazy. It's totally fucking crazy. Maybe the world was always crazy and I didn't see because it wasn't close to me. But everything I'm doing, that I've been doing...it seems so childish and small."

To tear aside that veil of normality and reason to glimpse past the edge of the world. 'Tis not for the faint of heart.

"Be wary of uncharted waters, for there be dragons," my voice echoes, startling both my friends and causing a smirk to break out on CC's face.

"My, I haven't heard that expression in a long time." With everyone's eyes on her, my queen elaborates, "It was a favorite expression of your mother, Zero."

Huh. Never knew mom was the nautical type.

"Mom liked sailing?"

At that question, CC's nose crinkles and she seems to suppress a laugh. "She did, but the expression was more along the lines of that she herself was the dragon."

It suddenly strikes me, that my entire family is insane, and I, somehow, am on the saner side of spectrum.

"Sometimes, crazy works," I say with a shrug as we resume walking.

"Say, how do you know his mom anyway?" Kallen queries, with a question that was bound to happen.

Urge to start laughing, rising...

"Oh, she was my former contractor and one of my lovers. I knew her before she married Zero's father."

Urge to laugh, out of control...

"...What." "Woah, really? You were friends with benefits with Lu-err, Lord Zero's mom?"

Oh fuck it, I can't help myself. CC's going to either get pissed at me for this crack, or she's going to laugh her sexy derriere off.

"I guess you could say, she's a family heirloom? Hahahahaha!" I get off before descending into a paroxysm of congenial laughter.

"You little bastard... hahahaha!" her eyes go wide a moment before she starts laughing in disbelief at the sheer gall of what I just called her.

"Rivalz, was your buddy always this cracked?"

My closest male friend besides Suzaku is watching us with a gentle smile as he snickers to himself, Kallen observing us howling with laughter while rubbing the bridge of her nose.

"He's always had a dry wit. But he was never really someone who emoted most of the time. Honestly, I like him better this way. He's more...human, I guess?"

Bit of an insult, but he's not wrong. Lelouch was always kind of a cold fish in the original timeline. Probably why that CC gave him so much grief.

After finally getting everyone to calm down, we at long last, proceed to the meeting room...which, looking at the clock, we're like 8 minutes late getting to. Whoops.

"Yeah, sorry about that. Got caught up discussing ancient history."

Of course, our lack of military protocol means at this point I am officially open for ribbing.

"What, you stopped for a quickie, boss?" Tamaki says with a leer to some chuckling from the others.

Kallen's hackles immediately rise at that, so I put my hand on her shoulder and shake my head at her.

"Seriously, Tamaki? Why do you think pissing off Kallen is a good idea? I do it regularly, which should tell you something."

"That you're a masochistic lunatic?" my redheaded ace snarks with a resigned smile as she lifts my hand from her shoulder.

I take a stage bow, "And proud of it."

"Haha, sir, while we appreciate the comedic stylings of your ongoing wacky relationship issues, perhaps we can get to the meeting?" Ohgi says, trying to regain some composure.

Bit of a killjoy, but we are running late. And I was trying to get everyone to relax a bit before diving into the SAZ mess.

"Thank you, thank you. We'll be here all day. Give me a minute to brew some tea, and then we'll get into it."

Hmm, probably black tea since its early. Coffee? Nah, maybe later. Looking over the fridge, we do have cream and milk if anyone wants it.

After a few minutes, everyone has a nice steaming cup of tea in front of them, and we're ready for today's meeting.

"So before we start, there's a few important announcements I have to make."

I stand up, looming over everyone as my irritation seeps into my voice.

"I have grown very very weary of dealing with the burakumin issue. So I want this message heard loud and clear. It stops NOW."

Seeing as how there are a few questioning looks, probably need to explain that one.

"For the benefit of those who aren't well versed in Japanese culture, 'burakumin' is a derogatory term for a hereditary underclass in Japanese society."

Gesturing in a half-assed manner with disdain dripping from my every word, I continue to expound.

"For reasons I will not go into too much depth about, having largely to do with Shinto and other Japanese spiritual practices, certain professions were held to be spiritually impure and would leave an irreversible taint on a person's nature. Professions like leatherworking, gravedigging, meat butchers, etc."

I spark up, taking a toke while sighing that this likely won't be the last time I have to deal with this.

"Much like the Dalit, the untouchables caste in India, as Dr. Chawla can attest, burakumin are discriminated against in a variety of ways. Denial of public services, lines of credit, ostracized from social circles, etc. What makes Japan especially galling, though, is the fact that meticulous family registries track ancestry back centuries in many cases."

I tap out the ash, dramatically pausing for effect before I lay out the idiocy of this practice.

"In other words, if you had an ancestor who was burakumin, even if it was centuries ago and your family hasn't been involved in that type of work since? You are still considered tainted by association."

This conversation is making a lot of people uncomfortable, what with my laying out one of the least talked about Japanese cultural mores. They could have buried this a long time ago and consigned it to the dustbin of history. Instead the practice of discrimination was continued.

"Ironically, Britannia's smashing of the old government and Clovis' incompetent handling of the records, means it's actually much harder now to trace family lines, and thus burakumin are, in fact, less discriminated against in Area 11 compared to old Japan," I exclaim with a low chuckle.

Tohdoh clears his throat to get everyone's attention. I raise an eyebrow, wondering what he wants to say.

"While the JLF did not officially discriminate in that regard, in practice, we too treated them as a lower class. I know of at least one instance where a man was denied a promotion on that basis."

He sighs, taking a sip of his tea before continuing, his voice weary.

"Katase and I spoke on this more than once. And while we both were against it, we felt maintaining continuity of tradition was important, and that we would lose personnel if we repudiated it publicly. A decision...that now, in hindsight, I regret."

The room is stark silent at that chilling tale. To hear that 奇跡の藤堂 (Tohdoh of Miracles) condoned this practice for the sake of expediency brings it home for most of them just how widespread this is.

I rap my knuckles on the tables, the sound causing a few flinches, "Which is WHY I have had to come down so harshly on it. To the point that I have shot people for it previously."

And my, didn't that put the fear of God into people? To execute a man in cold blood for the sake of a burakumin? Small wonder even the Japanese think me mad.

"I let it go this time because this wasn't a good time, and because the offender was young and ignorant. Next time, however? That will be a direct repudiation of my authority. And an example will have to made."

I sit back in my chair, fingers steepled, "I trust you all will impart to your subordinates that I am deadly serious about this?"

After a few nods, I take a breath and let the heavy atmosphere abate.

"Wunderbar. Now, onto lighter matters. Permit me to introduce our newest agent, Rivalz Cardemonde."

The bluenette stands up, nervous at the attention.

"お早よございます。よろしくお願いします。" (Good morning. Please take care of me)

Heh. And here he was worried about first impressions. I bugged him to start learning Japanese after Mao for exactly this reason. And judging by the looks? I think he did well enough that they won't have a problem. It's more of an issue in his case because he's young and clearly not impoverished, so he needed to seen as being serious about our cause.

"Rivalz is a student, but more interesting are his part-time jobs. He not only works as a bartender in several different bars due to a temp agency, he's also a weed dealer."

That guffawing laugh is Tamaki finally realizing who this kid is.

"Holy shit, this is the guy?! The Brit dealer you said would be a connection?!"

I nod and seeing that gesture, Tamaki goes up and high fives the nervous Rivalz.

"Wassup man! Tamaki Shin'ichirou, president of the Weed Union!"

Weed union? Eh, screw it. Somebody was bound to call it something like that, sooner or later.

"The what?"

Tamaki scratches his head, "I run a co-op representing all the Japanese dealers in the Kanto area. Welcome to the group, dude!"

I swear it's like looking at a mirror...

I tap the table twice to regain attention, "Moving on, one last item of note before new business."

And I really need to get something nice for the office crew. This meeting desk is beautiful. Finely finished and polished mahogany, with rosewood trim.

"Big thank you to the office workers for this desk, by the way. Anyways, as many of you have no doubt been gossiping about, CC and I have been having a bit of a tiff over a few matter."

Understatement, but the details are not for public consumption.

"We have since resolved them, and she has agreed to be my fiancée."

And that's Kaguya in the back holding up her fan in a victory gesture, as everyone else cheers.

"シー・ツー万歳!! シー・ツー万歳!!" (Long live CC! Long live CC!)

My darling witch titters at the compliments and puts her hand under her chin as she quietly gropes me under the table with the other one.

"Thank you, I'll be sure to keep everyone's favorite masked man under my thumb, right, Zero-kun?" she says in a teasing tone.

I'd object, but? She quite literally has me by the balls. And damned if I'm not enjoying it.

"You may want to move your hand unless you want me to reciprocate," I say in a husky voice as my left hand rubs her thigh under the table.

"Woohoo! Free sex show! Take it off!" Milly yells from her seat.

Tempting...but I'm not sure this is a good time for an orgy. Not to mention, Tohdoh is getting antsy, and Kallen is likely to throw something at me if we don't stop.

"Alright, alright. Time to do some actual work. And talk about the two-ton elephant in the room that we've been avoiding."

The Special Administration Zone of Japan. Euphemia's oh-so-brilliant idea.

"Before we arrived, I had Reid and Milly cook up a presentation to explain just why the SAZ is a problem. Take it away, guys. And someone get the lights."

I kick back in the chair as the two of them walk to the front, Milly holding up papers, Reid holding a tablet connected to his laptop and the projector at the back.

"So, to start off with, why has nobody tried this idea before? Surely, someone would have figured that sugar works better than vinegar to attract certain things, right?" Milly says, bringing her natural speaking ability as president of Ashford to the fore.

The screen shows a bombed-out ghetto side by side with a modern office building.

"The answer is that such a thing is against the policies of the country. And Princess Euphemia is thus far the only royal ever to voice such an opinion."

Milly shrugs as the picture behind her shifts to a smiling Euphie.

"From a political perspective, this idea is foolproof. Either we work with her, thereby disarming and losing our fighting momentum..."

Reid lights up a cigarette, breathing out a cloud of tobacco, "Or, we lose popular support as terrorists against the peace. Which, given the foreboding and terrifying reputation of Zero, compared to the congenial and open Princess Euphemia, is already starting to happen."

He hits a button on his tablet displaying a picture with a crosshairs over Euphie, marked with a red X.

"The idea of assassinating her was considered, but it was vetoed on multiple grounds."

Milly gives the stink-eye to Reid, who was the asshole to bring the suggestion up. Not that I blame him; this is exactly why I hired him. But I made it clear that all Black Operations get approved by me first. There will be no cutting me out of the loop.

"For starters? Euphie was one of my best friends growing up. She's a complete innocent. Not to mention we'd never get away with it."

Not unless the Massacre Princess happens...and if I did end up killing Pinky Princess? Chances are I'd be joining her by my own hand.

Reid nods, not the least bit ashamed of his idea, "Let be known, we do not speak for Zero. This is a presentation and brainstorming session, we are merely reviewing all options."

I cough, causing everyone to turn towards me, "I specifically told Reid I wanted all options on the table, even the unthinkable ones. Sometimes, you need to see all the tools you have, to get an idea of how to approach a problem."

Milly gestures to the next picture, a series of graphs and charts.

"Overall, the Black Knights, despite Zero's own reputation, are surprisingly popular among civilians, even among Britannian citizens. But?"

Another chart pops up, showing higher numbers and a pie chart with one very large out-sized section.

"Euphie, on the other hand? Is universally beloved by everyone except hardliners on both sides. A fact that means we can't try to smear her reputation in the media. Especially given various parts of the Britannian press have already tried over her knighting Suzaku."

Reid smirks at that, "They of course, were struck by lèse-majesté laws for impugning the character of an Imperial princess. Even if privately, Suzaku Kururugi is a stick in their craw, they can't insult her over it."

No doubt Andreas Darlton was eager to prosecute those cases. Jeremiah mentioned he hates the press.

"We thought about a false flag operation, something to implicate Britannia in malfeasance to remind the public of who is sponsoring the SAZ."

Reid grimaces as the next slide shows Cornelia at a press conference.

"Regrettably, that isn't possible due to the Viceroy herself. Princess Cornelia is giving tacit support to the idea, but has made it obvious she personally does not agree with the project. Which means any interference with it on the Britannian side risks her ire. Something most people have enough sense of self-preservation to avoid. Which, amusingly, does not include anyone in this room," he says sarcastically, a bit of mirth in his voice.

Gallows humor, one of my favorite kinds.

The next slide is a small organizational chart showing a question mark above Nelly and Euphie.

"We debated going after whoever was backing the SAZ, but we ran into the problem of the few people who could either not having the desire, or being very high up in the ranks. That concludes our presentation. Zero, the floor is yours," Milly curtsies as she and Reid step aside.

And as par for the course, I, the inimitable Zero, have to solve this Gordian Knot.

"As you can see, we have a serious problem here. The SAZ is an existential threat to our organization and goals. But we can't retaliate openly due to political and PR reasons."

I breath out a smoke cloud and drop the bombshell.

"The unnamed party who's backing the SAZ...is Prince Schneizel el Britannia, the Prime Minister."

Man, imagine if I hadn't gotten everyone relaxed beforehand. They'd be MORE freaked out than they are now.

"While he has not publicly announced it, the timing of this hypothesis fits when the larger geopolitical picture is taken into account. The Prime Minister is currently negotiating with Europia United, and, combined with the clean up in Area 18 of the remains of our allies, the late 'Brotherhood of NOD', means he and Britannian armed forces are likely to be tied up for the foreseeable near future.

"Furthermore, I—"

"Gomen ne sunao ja nakute

Yume-no nakanara ieru

Shikou kairo-wa shouto-sunzen

Ima-sugu aitai-yo"

I pause as a ringtone goes off…..A ringtone I reserved for only one person.

"Excuse me, I have to take this," I say as I hurriedly tap my helmet, linking the comms suite to my cell.

"LL?!"

"I thought I should call you and let you know, I am now in control of the entire Middle East and parts of Euro-Asia. Praise me."

Laila?! ...Thank god. Bradley didn't get to her.

"One moment," I say, before turning to address the room. "Disregard what I just said about Area 18. It seems somebody pulled a fast one. I'll be right back after I get the details."

I dash into my office, locking the door, astounded at her excellent timing "You are the worst little sister ever," I say breathlessly, ecstatic she's alright.

"It took me about as long to take over one country with parts of Euro-Britannia and the EU without their notice or consent, yet you're still trying to take control of Japan." Laila giggles and sighs into the receiver. "More importantly, how are you doing, Lelouch?"

I cannot begin to describe how relieved I am to getting shit from her.

"Unlike you? I'm trying not to kill the person running the country, IE: Nelly, and conserving my forces for the inevitable counterattack. How much do you know about what's going on here in Nippon?"

His little half sister hums in thought for a moment. "Well, let me see... SAZ, which is undoubtedly Schneizel's doing with Euphie as the cover, is a trap specifically made for you. Which will basically begin the long impending Battle of Tokyo. He might hope you'd fuck up somehow, maybe force you to do something distasteful to ruin your reputation. Beyond that, I'm just seeing more of the same troop movements as you undoubtedly are."

Points for being up on current events. But there's a few things you don't know, Pixie.

"What if I told you that the SAZ is Euphie's attempt to start a peaceful reform of the Empire because she wants an alternative to my way?"

She laughs, almost... delightfully? The laughter fades after a few seconds and Laila's skepticism is audible through the phone to my ears. "That's Euphie to the core, but you and I both know that won't truly work. The socio-cultural momentum of the Britannian Empire is too ingrained for that to take effect beyond Japan. It would be the work of a lifetime, assuming she even lives that long, to ensure that there such a place in every part of the world.

"What is the SAZ, but the Britannian Noble Burden?" The young woman's voice turns wistful, then sardonic and mournful. "In the end, the only way to affect lasting change in any kind of decent timescale is through fire and blood. The sacrifice of innocent lives…"

The shrug I give in response she obviously can't see, but I'm reasonably sure she's imagining it.

"And that presumes that various powers do not destroy her in the attempt. No, I know it won't work. And for the record, I prefer 'blood and iron', as Bismarck spoke of. Realpolitik DOES work, contrary to what some think. And don't think I'm not aware of the cost. That is part of the burden of the king."

It galls me that Schneizel is one of the only other people to appreciate that man's genius.

There is a low purr of amusement from Laila, tuning into a throaty moan of satisfaction that tapers off. "And... what will you do now, Lelouch? Euphemia's naïvety and innocence will be broken once you reject it for what it is. How will you save her from this mess she's mired herself into?"

My hand grips the phone, irritated that my own sister is being so heartless, and doesn't seem to understand how much this entire situation pains me.

"I find your lack of heart irritating. I can respect Euphemia's idealism and the beauty of her dream, even if it isn't feasible. What of you, Laila? What do you believe in, that is greater than yourself?"

There was silence on the other end, as though his sister had been considering his words carefully, before she spoke almost wistfully. "I don't like war. Peace is good, it's safe and people won't cry and be angry. My goals are shallow and selfish." Her voice becomes bittersweet as I listen. "In many ways, it's a sense of entitlement I know full well I don't deserve. I don't care about things greater than myself Lelouch… so long as my conscience remains intact and the people I care for and love are well."

I grip my fist at how familiar this sounds. I didn't let this pass the last time I heard it, I'm not letting it go now.

"I heard Nunnally say something almost exactly along these lines. And I refused to let her blind herself to the truth. I admit to some of the same selfishness that you claim. But the difference is? I want to create something worth all the bloodshed and suffering. The gentler and better world that Nunnally spoke of. A world where justice prevails and the darkness that pervades it now is but a memory. That, is what I aim for, Laila."

"Ha! HahaHa!" Her voice cracks for a moment before she begins chuckling, then laughing. The laughter is full of amusement, joy, and hope….it's a heartwarming feeling that I can still provoke such a reaction from her.. It takes her a few minutes to recompose herself as the laughter trails off. Laila sighs softly and whispers into the receiver. "Kane has given me Nod. And with Nod, I've secured the center of the western front for you, brother mine."

Well well. Little pixie has become something impressive.

"You know you didn't have to do anything for me. I would have welcomed you regardless, Laila. But….I thank you for your help. And I'm sorry I couldn't come to your aid."

"Oh, beloved brother mine. It was not for you." There is a sad smile in her drawling voice, tight with conviction. "It was to protect them from your eventual conquests. You'll not stop with Japan. Next will be the Asian Sphere, then Britannia. Then the EU. You'll show no mercy, no kindness unless necessary. I told you, I'm a selfish girl. And I cannot condone the bloodshed of even my enemies unless I made sure I tried to save them."

I can't help but smile proudly at that declaration, "You've grown up a lot since those days in Aries Villa when you used to peek on us in the bathes and raised hell for everyone. I'm proud of the person you've become."

"Slander and calumny. I have only ever embraced the oldest and noblest of royal tradition that is to lust after our own siblings."

She's got me there. It really is something of a tradition in the imperial family.

"Well, I can't really say anything given that I roped Euphemia into my little group at this point. And yes, she knows who I am. And unfortunately, she still wants to do this SAZ idiocy," I say with a grouse in my voice.

"Area Eighteen's change of government is complete. With that in mind, I've begun expanding my operations into Northern Africa. Out of curiosity, in your opinion, which of the Britannian fleets stationed at the Europia United would you target, if you had the ability to do so?"

Heh. So it was a fake out after all. The fleets, though? Intriguing. Seems she's getting ready for a push.

"If I had the resources to target an entire fleet, I personally wouldn't hit either of those two. The Euro scum can burn. You are aware that I have no intention of allying with them or the Chinese, yes? Or did you miss my broadcast at Kyushu?" I say sarcastically, amused that she doubtless has a ready rebuttal.

"Well, then I suppose you wouldn't want the Britannian Empire suddenly scrambling to form a new defensive line, thusly granting you a frankly enormous window of opportunity." Laila's voice takes on a vaguely mocking tone as the sound of sipping comes across the line. "Is that not what birthday presents are for?"

You smug little…..that feeling of an older brother's pride is swelling within my chest at her blatant manipulation and devil may care attitude. And my birthday is coming up too.

"You conniving little bitch. Well played. Hit one, hit both. I don't care. Wait till I get close to Tokyo, then launch your attack. After I crush the inevitable counterattack, we'll see about linking our forces up."

Plus, it will keep Schneizel busy putting out fires, which is good. I don't want to face him yet, we're not ready.

"Is there any other assistance you may require?" Asked Laila obligingly, no doubt satisfied with her petty verbal victory. Honestly, it's far more attractive when CC does it. And yet? I can't help feeling some ardour for her mimicking it. However? That question does bring something else to mind besides indulding in knotting the family tree.

"Actually, this is perhaps the best time for me to ask something that's been bothering me since our last conversation."

I take a deep breath before continuing, because this conversation is about to take a turn for the uncomfortable.

"Laila…..How exactly did you know about CC, VV, and Geass?"

I start pacing around my office, eye narrowing, "You know far too much. Things that I frankly, find highly suspicious. Geass in particular is something you should have no knowledge about….unless…." I say as something comes to mind.

"Unless you know a Code Bearer. So how about it, Pixie? Care to explain yourself?"

There is shifting on the other side before Laila speaks up, "Kane is a Code Bearer."

…No. That's not it.

"No. There's something else. You knew I was Zero. You knew that I was close with CC. You knew about secrets of the empire that I doubt even the most diligent investigator in OSI could ever uncover without being killed."

I sit back in my chair, stroking my chin, "Pixie, talk to me. Tell me what's really going on. Because right now, there's too many inconsistencies. Whatever it is, I'll listen."

"I'm in way over my head." She groans with resignment. "Fine. I know the future. A future. I'm not sure if this one is better."

Uh oh. This sounds familiar….

"Did this future result in my being stabbed through the heart by Suzaku Kururugi wearing my mask?" I ask with a faint voice.

"That is incredibly specific, Lelouch." Despite the attempt at levity, the shock in Laila's voice is apparent through the cellphone.

Fucking. Called it.

"Oh that's just fucking greaaaaat. So whatever that bitch who showed me the future is, got you too?"

"Uhhh, you mean looks sort of like CC except all dark hair and albino?" Laila is babbling now, words tumbling over each other as she continues. "-I still get wet dreams about her sometimes."

…..What the fuck?

"Ok, I didn't see her. Only heard a female voice. And the fact that she looks like CC isn't going to save her from me. I refuse to be her pawn or any other higher power's," I growl out, my voice rumbling in the room.

Laila doesn't speak for a moment, before asking softly. "I'm going to assume you're going to kill her. Won't you settle for making her your wife?"

The only response I can make to that is to start laughing.

"Hahahahahaha!"

After a second, I take a breath and answer.

"No. She will either forfeit whatever game she is playing, or I'll find a way to remove her myself. But I refuse to allow myself or humanity to be pawns in some eldritch game. As the Dai Roku Ten Maou, I can do no less," I say rubbing the bridge of my nose in frustration.

Like hell I'm letting anyone or anything decide my destiny for me. None may command the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven.

Laila's voice is meek as she replies. "Alright."

The sigh I let out is palpable, "Pixie, do you have that little faith in me? You said you didn't know if this future is better than the one you saw. But let me tell you something important. Euphemia will LIVE to see this future."

"... the other future's Lelouch wasn't nearly as ruthless and bloodthirsty as you are, brother mine. He didn't scare me."

"And Euphie's blood was on his hands. He failed. Just watch the show. I will show you how a king displays his force of will. The SAZ will be stopped without firing a single shot," I pronounce with the full force of my voice.

Laila mustered a happier tone in her voice, "Oh good, a speech. I look forward to seeing it."

"By the way, since you know a code bearer, did you take a contract?" I ask with a lighter tone.

"...Will you be mad if I said yes?" Laila asks me, her voice breaking slightly.

Damn.

"Laila, did you need to do it to survive? Did you need the power?"

"Ahm, ahum… er…" She sounds embarrassed as she mumbles something to the effect of, "Well, I thought it was a good idea at the time? "

"Laila, I took mine from CC because the alternative was getting filled with holes by Clovis' imperial guard. I've been hyper conservative with it's use. Geass is a CURSE."

"To be entirely fair I thought it'd be a powerful advantage to survive the shitstorm that was Bradley, Cultists, and terrorists with too many scuds!" Protests Laila strenuously, her previous demeanor forgotten as she defends her actions. "And you know what? It did."

"Laila? Calm down. I'm not mad."

God knows I can't throw stones due to my own circumstances.

"The only thing I'm going to ask is two personal requests. You can refuse the second one, but I don't think you have much of a choice in the first one."

I'm going to relish reaction to what I'm about to say. Because it's sure to be entertaining.

"Well don't keep it to yourself, Lelouch." Her voice is testy and wary. "Please. Share."

Ah the joys of being an older brother.

"First thing? You personally apologize to Nunnally for making her cry when she thought you were dead."

"... that's fair."

Is this unfair? Maybe. But she really does need to square things with Nunnally. And my full sister will thank me for getting them to talk.

"Second, and this one is refusable?" I smirk to myself as I try very hard to keep a straight face for this next part.

"CC wants to play with you," I say in a low sensual voice.

"Huh. Well… okay…" Laila hums softly to herself before replying. "...have her send a list of what she wants and I'll go through it later."

Bitch Tornado was right, Laila really does have the hots for her.

"I might decide to join in myself, but that's up in the air," I say nonchalantly. Don't think I haven't forgotten that you were one of the competitors in the 'marry Lelouch' sweepstakes.

"Oh good." Her voice is light and airy, a telltale sign of her scheming, if I remember correctly. Let's try a curve ball then, shall we?

"And what if I decide to indulge in some sisterly affection? Would you like to play with big sister Leloucia?" I say with my female voice in a sultry tone.

"Oh, I wouldn't dare ask you to go that far." Laila coos, biting back her giggles. "You might decide not to in the end."

"Not at all. I'm happy to be Leloucia or Lelouch. My feminine identity is as much a part of me as Zero is. I can tell you firsthand that Suzaku enjoys it," I say with a smirk and a triumphant tone.

"We'll see."

A smile quirks my lip upwards as I think of the perfect comeback. Call it sibling rivalry, but I'm not letting her get the last laugh.

"I hate to break it to you, but CC is so much better at the haughty bitch act than you are. Please, stop trying to outdo her," I say as I hang up with a laugh.

Petty as hell? Of course. But I would be failing as an older brother if I didn't try to drive my little sister up the wall a bit. All in all, a very enlightening and productive phone call. Not to mention Nunnally will be overjoyed that Pixie survived Bradley's rampage.

I strut back into the conference room, hands behind my back, the picture of the confident and enigmatic leader.

"So what did Kane want? She's a bit far for a booty call."

Annnnnd thank you CC, for ruining my moment.

"She offered to give us a distraction by starting some shit in Europia that will keep Britannia busy for awhile. And we may be linking up with her group at some point in the future."

Ohgi's brow furrows as he looks at me questioningly. No doubt he's going to ask about Euphie's idea.

"Sir? What of the SAZ? According to your presentation, we don't really have a response that won't end up handicapping us in some way. And don't we owe it to the people to try an approach that doesn't engender a war with Britannia?"

I sigh, shaking my head in annoyance. I suppose it was too much to hope for that he would figure it out.

"Ohgi," I say, cupping his chin lightly as I look him in the eyes. "It won't work. And to join the SAZ would insult all of my soldiers who signed on risking their lives for something better than being mere Elevens under the boot heel of Britannia."

I resume my spot at the head of the table, holding up my hand and slowly clenching it into a fist. It seems I must once again demonstrate that the Demon King, does not play by the same rules as everyone else.

"You are right, the SAZ would handicap us if we did any conventional response. Which is why, we are NOT doing a conventional response."

I slam my fist on the table, causing everyone to jump in surprise, "I shall go myself in the Gawain, and put an end to this farce in person. I will shatter the SAZ in one fatal strike, without harming a single soul. And show you all, once and for all, the depths of my resolve and fury."

The King does not bow to the will of the people. The people kneel in supplication to the king. He serves his people in the fashion he sees best, by giving them what they need, not what they think they want. And sometimes, the people are fools who don't understand what they're asking for.

A messiah would not understand the difference. They serve as a symbol of hope and act as the instrument of the people's will. But a Demon King?

A Demon King does not bow to popular opinion. A Demon King is a symbol of fear, as well as hope. And of the cold hard truths that the ignorant masses would deny in their hearts.

I sit in silence as the broadcast for the SAZ plays in the background on one of the monitoring screens in the Gawain's cockpit.

"We are here live at the opening of the Special Administrative Zone of Japan as designated by Sub-Viceroy Princess Euphemia Li Britannia, awaiting the possible arrival of Zero, leader of the terrorist group 'The Black Knights' and so-called 'Demon King of the Sixth Heaven.' What's our ETA, Jocelyn?"

"Well, Tom, the SAZ is scheduled to open sometime in the next five minutes and we have received no word from Zero or the Black Knights as to their intentions. Given the man's Britannian origins and modus operandi, whatever he does promises to be a spectacle."

I open my eyes at that remark, smirking. Time to give the people what they asked for then. A performance to set the world stage ablaze.

"My dear CC, I do believe we are being asked to arrive early for curtain call. What do you think we should do?"

My witch looks back at me with a raised eyebrow, "Usually you do what you want in these situations. Why are you asking me?"

I doff my mask, moving over to kiss her neck as I nuzzle against her, "Because, my queen, you are no longer a mere accomplice. Nor a witch existing outside humanity. You are the Queen of Hell, standing astride the world with the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven."

That look of heartfelt emotion, the shimmering in her eyes, ah, such is love.

"As such, you have a say in this command performance, the climax of this act in our opera of war."

She hits a button setting the Gawain to autopilot and then pounces on me, her fingers clawing my back as she kisses me heatedly. A kiss I eagerly return, running my hands through her long hair.

"You really know how to get me worked up, don't you?"

A Mona Lisa smile is my only response, which makes her laugh as we cuddle against each other. Taking some small comfort in this brief period before things start going to hell, again.

"You never asked what I'm going to do."

CC smirks and lazily caresses my chest, "I think I have an idea at this point. And I know this can't be easy for you."

Understatement of the year. I don't know if anyone is going to forgive me after this one for a while.

"Euphemia's ideal is beautiful, speaking to the best in Britannia and humanity." I frown, closing my eyes, "Which is why it will never work. She can't understand the hearts of people. Her view has rose-colored glasses glued to her face."

But?

I hold my mask up in one hand, thinking back to the start of this all. C's World, Suzaku, CC, Nunnally, Kallen, Jeremiah, Milly, Rivalz, Tohdoh, Kaguya, Taizō, and all the others invested in my war against the world itself.

So much bundled up in a single symbol, a mask...no. A crown.

...Do I regret this course? Do I feel bad about what I've done? Do I think, maybe there was another way?

...No fucking way.

I smile viciously as I re-don my crown, the symbol of the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven.

"我が生涯に一片の悔いなし。" (In this life, I have not one single regret.)

Let the determination of Raoh himself fill me with the resolve I need now. For I have come too far to be stopped. And I still have a long way to go.

And frankly? I'm having too much fun to stop now.

"Would you like to pick our entrance music, CC?'

She yanks my phone browsing through my music collection, discarding various things before finally her nimble fingers come to a stop and she passes it back to me.

Ohhh, nice. And I'm sure Schneizel at least will understand the insult implied.

"Alright, but only on the condition that you sing it with me."

She sits up, a haughty look that makes me want to ravish her in the cockpit on her features.

"I have trained as an opera soprano. You think you can keep up, Lulu?"

With an act of will, I suppress the urge to do something.

"Woman, do not tempt me to make you sing soprano while I'm balls deep in you. We really don't have the time right now," I growl in a husky voice as I sit back in the chair, CC sitting on my lap.

CC smiles cheekily at me as she strokes the side of my mask, "I'll hold you to that later, lover boy."

How did I ever find someone as wonderful as her?

Checking the time, we're actually running a bit late. Well, never let it be said that Zero did not know how to build anticipation. After all, the show can't start without the star.

I hit the play button, broadcasting the opening of the song that will serve as my overture for this performance.

"We are being told Zero is running late, likely for dramatic purposes but reassured viewers that—"

The news broadcasts starts fluctuating with static as my music overrides it. CC and I take a deep breath as we prepare to wow the crowd.

"O Fortuna, (O Fortune,)

Velut Luna (Like the moon,)

statu variabilis" (You are ever-changing,)

Her voice is angelic, sending my heart a flutter. A pity I have to wear the mask, I'm sure my natural voice would compliment hers better.

"Semper crescis (Ever waxing,)

aut decrescis (ever waning,)

vita detestabilis" (Hateful life.)

I suspect most of the listeners will not understand the subtle inference by my choice of this song as the theme of my entrance. The Japanese certainly will have no idea what it means. Which is fine. This is a more subtle message.

"Nunc obdurat (First oppresses)

et tunc curat (and then soothes)

ludo mentis aciem" (as fancy takes it; )

For the ones who do know classical music and the meaning behind the lyrics, though? The message is unmistakable. A challenge, unabashed and boldfaced.

"Egestatem (Poverty)

potestatem (and power)

dissolvit ut glaciem" (It melts them like ice.)

Indeed, nothing lasts forever. And that, that is the great fear that Britannians have. The fear we have carried as a people ever since the Humiliation of Edinburgh.

"Sors immanis (Fate ~ monstrous)

et inanis, (and empty,)

rota tu volubilis" (you whirling wheel,)

That dark, gnawing fear? That thing that terrifies us as a nation? That which I, Zero, have conjured forth once again?

"Status malus, (You are malevolent,)

vana salus (well-being is vain)

semper dissolubilis," (and always fades to nothing,)

That we shall be cast down once again. That all that we have accomplished since being driven out of our homeland by Napoleon shall be laid low. That someone will finally finish what the Emperor of France began.

"Obumbrata (Shadowed)

et velata (and veiled)

michi quoque niteris;" (you plague me too; )

Is it rational? Of course not. But for a people driven into exile, who have had their country, their identity, broken and raped? Small wonder we impose a similar fate upon others.

Is it justified? Perhaps to a degree, given that there are parts of Europe that would enjoy finishing the task. But Britannia has gone too far. We have forgotten what it means to be humbled.

"Nunc per ludum (Now through the game)

dorsum nudum (I bring my bare back)

fero tui sceleris." (to your villainy.)

The late autumn sun shines overhead as the Gawain appears from out of the clouds, arms outstretched, the shadow cast upon the ground as the Japanese look up in awe, and the Britannians in stark terror.

"Sors salutis (Fate is against me)

et virtutis (in health)

michi nunc contraria," (and in virtue,)

Amusingly enough, the only person not panicking appears to be Euphie, who's looking up defiantly with a confident smile. Probably because she thinks that I can be convinced to see things her way. And also because she has not grasped the implications of their being unable to detect my approach.

"Est affectus (Driven on)

et defectus (and weighted down)

semper in angaria." (always enslaved.)

Enslaved...yes. That is the truth she does not understand. The system itself cannot be reformed. It can only be burned to ash.

"Hac in hora (So at this hour,)

sine mora (without delay)

corde pulsum tangite;" (pluck the vibrating strings; )

CC's voice rises with mine as we sing the final chorus as the Gawain slowly lands, arms folded, our message unmistakable in it's intention. I really wish I could see Schneizel's face as he's watching this, it would doubtless be immensely satisfying.

"Quod per sortem (Since fate)

sternit fortem, (strikes down the strong)

mecum omnes plangite!" (everyone weep with me!)

Let those who would oppose me lament in despair, for the wheel of fate turns ever onward, and no kingdom lasts forever. And Zero has come at last to render judgement upon yours.

God, I fucking love this job. I deserve an cinematography award for that entrance.

I take a breath as I sit back in the seat, CC's face glowing from the exertion as I cuddle her with the music fading to away to leave only the noises of the crowd. That was so much fucking fun.

"Was it good for you?" I quip, rubbing her back. Her response is a firm grip on my balls and nipping at my neck.

"I haven't sung like that in ages, Lulu. But then again, there's quite a few things I'm doing with you that I haven't done in a while."

I hold her close, shivering, "Do you...do you think she'll forgive me for this?" I know it's the right thing to do, I know it's what HAS to be done.

So why the FUCK do I feel like stabbing myself...? No. I know damn well why. Because this is a scummy thing to do, and Euphie, above all others, deserves better.

"Would it be kinder to let her have a false dream? To imagine a future that cannot be? Or is it kinder to puncture her playful bubble and let the fresh air of reality in?" my witch whispers to me quietly as she lays her head on my shoulder.

Well, when you put it that way? Hell with it, no guts, no glory.

"Wish me luck, dear. And enjoy the show." The kiss she blows at me with a wink actually makes me blush a bit under the mask.

I step off the Gawain, nodding at the Princess as I approach the mike. I really wished I had come up with something better than this, but...at this point? I've got nothing except to speak from the heart and hope she forgives me some day for this.

"Greetings. I'm sure you're all wondering what I'm about to say. Well, you won't to have to wait long."

I turn to salute Euphie with one arm over my chest. Might as well start out on a good note, it's all downhill from here.

"Before I continue, let it be known that I understand what the Princess is trying to do, and that she does not do this out of malice of any kind. I normally greatly respect her compassion."

I lower my arm as I lean into the mike, "However, this entire idea is a farce."

The guards bristle as the audience gasps. Not what you were expecting? Then you're going to love what comes next.

"It is not because of any active malice on her part. Her Highness Euphemia is merely hopelessly naive and kind."

Something that is her greatest strength, and her largest flaw. She simply does not understand the price of power.

I shake my head sadly, "Unfortunately...this is not a problem that can be killed with kindness."

I hand her a mike and take the one I was using off the stand. No more beating around the bush, question and answer time.

"Tell me, suppose that I did say yes. What would your next course of action be?"

Euphie blinks and nervously holds up the mike, "Well, I'd make you in charge of security and my liaison for the Japanese."

What makes you think I'd even HAVE credibility if I worked with you on this idea? Alright, I'm probably underselling my ability to convince people to support the SAZ, but I'd be more worried about false flag ops than internal security. Mostly because I've already killed off most of the nationalist Japanese radicals and Kyoto is under my thumb.

"And what happens when the the number of people wishing to join your SAZ, if successful, exceeds your ability to integrate and house them?"

Euphie smiles nervously, "I hadn't considered that. I suppose I'll simply expand the SAZ."

I smirk beneath my mask. Got ya. This is a cruel thing to do. But I'm going to break the SAZ here and now. May Euphie forgive me for the public humiliation I'm about to inflict upon her.

"Tell me, do you actually have the authority to do that?"

Euphemia gapes at my question. Oh, my dear Euphie, did you think no one would ask that? Did you really think I would let you get away with this, if you weren't going to see it all the way through? I know who does have the power to make this happen, and it sure as hell ain't you.

"What if the whole of Japan were to demand entrance? What then, Third Princess of Britannia, Euphemia li Britannia?"

The crowd is gaping in shock like they hadn't considered that. And why should they? They're desperate and oppressed. Of course they want salvation of any kind. But you shall be denied this path; the Demon King does not permit false salvation, only the hard and noble path to enlightenment and freedom awaits.

"Can you do that? Can you return Area 11 back to being Japan? To give back what was taken by Britannia?" I say quietly, voice rising.

Euphie starts going pale as I unleash the full force of my will upon this house of cards she has crafted. This fairy tale to lull the people into a stupor. I'm already doing evil shit anyway, what's one more foul deed in service to the greater good?

"Can you force your countrymen to acknowledge Numbers, those who were once Japanese, as equals?!"

She steps back slowly from my acid tongue. No, Euphie, not this time. I'm going to do what Lelouch was too kind to do. No, what he should have done, to act as a king.

To tear out this abomination of an idea by the roots.

"What will you do when your father, Emperor Charles zi Britannia, demands you cease your 'delusional ideas' and shut down the SAZ?"

She backpedals from me, her eyes going tearful. I steel my heart, gulping down the bitter pain and bile swelling inside me from doing this. Charles might not give a damn, but enough of the country does that he would certainly have to issue a statement on this subject. And Schneizel's only interest is yanking away my support base and popularity, I doubt he gives a shit otherwise.

"Will you free the Japanese? Will you change the very character of Britannia? Challenge your father for the throne itself? Wade through the tides of blood to do what is right?!"

She falls over, face terrified. I lean in, mask menacingly close. It breaks my heart in so many ways to bring this kind of pressure, this kind of fear, to Euphemia.

But it has to be done.

"Or is this all just a gilded cage built by a naive little girl with good and well-meaning intentions, but no understanding of the real situation?" I hiss at her, the mike broadcasting every word. Can't you understand? Can't you see that what you're doing won't work?

I stand back up and turn to face the crowd, "You settle for scraps. Pieces offered as concessions."

I jerk my head in a motion imitating a spit. Crude, but sometimes you need to be gauche to make a point.

"Pathetic. Where's the fire? The strength of 大和魂 (the Japanese soul)?! So you fear the marching drums of war, do you? Fools. There is no other path save through me.

I raise the mike to face high as I gesture dramatically, "They fear US! That's why this experiment was sanctioned! To placate you! To numb you in a gilded cage! To de-fang the only ones trying to save ALL the people, THE BLACK KNIGHTS!"

I point an accusing finger at the crowd, "So I ask you, lost and fallen souls of what was once Japan. Will you accept this poison gift? To partake of a false hope that cannot be sustained? To embrace further despair when the rest of Britannia, or perhaps those too bitter and angry to settle for so little, BURN IT TO THE GROUND?!"

Taste the ashes that you wallow in, and let them inflame your ire. Remember WHY you sought this false hope. All the degradation and misery that has been inflicted. And then remember who's been offering you something better.

I hold out an open palm as I kneel, "Or, will you accept my open hand? I cannot promise there will not be suffering. But nothing worth doing is ever easy."

I stand up in a flash. My cape whirling backwards as I raise my hand to the sky, standing proudly in the sun like a god descended. Or perhaps, like a demon ascended.

"If you believe in justice! If you believe that no man, woman, or child should be in bondage! If you would fight for a new dawn, a new nation?!"

I slowly close my hand. The denouement draws near, the spotlight affixed upon my person. One more push, and they shall be ensnared.

"我が名前を話せ。大六天魔王の名前。" (Speak my name. The name of the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven.)

The entire stadium goes silent, a weight like a sepulcher hanging over everything. The calm before Nature's wrath unleashed.

And like a cascading avalanche...it begins.

"Zero."

"Zero..."

"ZERO!"

"ZERO! ZERO! ZERO! ZERO!"

I turn back to the shell-shocked princess and her petrified royal guard after putting the mike back. No doubt all wondering how it came to this. Suzaku isn't here...? Euphie must have told him to stay back in case his face portrayed something it wasn't supposed to. Alternatively, she wanted to do this without hiding behind him or using him as a tool to speak for her idea.

I kneel and mime kissing her hand, "Thank you oh so much for giving me a platform to launch my Black Rebellion. I'm sorry I had to ruin your dream. But, it really wasn't feasible."

Nunally is going to fucking kill me for this. And Milly will probably join her.

I walk back to the Gawain, stepping into the palm—

"Wait!"

...何? (What.)

I turn back towards Euphie as she grabs the mike.

"Citizens of Britannia! People of Area 11! I...I'm sorry."

I blink in shock. What...? My reaction is mirrored by the stunned crowd. Euphie...what the fuck are you doing?

"I was only trying to do something to help people. I never intended to hurt anyone."

Euphemia sighs, closing her eyes.

"But I see now that I was mistaken."

She looks up, her expression solemn. And carrying a power that I have never seen in it before...one that would not be out of place in those in our family I believed stronger than her...or so I thought.

"My father is wrong. People are not equal. But that does not mean that they deserve to be treated differently for it."

She opens her eyes, and there's a fire in them that I've only ever seen in Cornelia. Where was this Euphie growing up? When did she become so regal, so magnificent...so amazingly hot?

"But though I do not wish to claim the throne, I also recognize that this cannot stand. Britannia must be changed. And since it cannot be done from within, it must come from without."

She turns towards me, kneeling, her dress rustling as she looks up at my grim and foreboding mask. It takes some serious balls of steel to meet my gaze...ok, ovaries of steel. But the point is she's doing what most grown men in the Britannian army would be quaking in their boots at trying. And there's not a trace of hesitancy or fear in those eyes...

"Zero! Demon King of the Sixth Heaven! I ask you now. Please...save my people from themselves. Defeat the evil that has taken hold of Britannia. Stop my father's ideology from consuming the world."

I gape in open shock. Euphemia has proven herself a far greater leader than I ever could have imagined. And man, I really did misjudge her. Instead of hating me for doing this to her?

She begs me on her knees to save her people from themselves. Man, I really am an asshole.

She looks to me with tearful and hopeful eyes, "I ask this not just as a Princess, but as someone who wishes an end to pointless suffering."

I step off the Gawain's hand, moving towards her. ...My god, you...you...god fucking dammit, Euphie. How do you always manage to do this?

"No other royal could say that. No other royal could ask such a thing for the sake of their people," I whisper solemnly as I slowly walk towards her. I know firsthand nobody else would say that...well, maybe Nunnally. But my sister doesn't count for obvious reasons.

Saying that, I kneel in the knight's pose. Gods be damned, if I wasn't in love with you before, I would be after that. You should be on the throne, not our father. But...this is not a better world, one where you would be Empress. So let me dirty my hands, let me take up this burden you've placed on me. And perhaps, when I'm finished, I'll plant your heart-shaped ass on a throne of skulls. Hmm, probably the wrong kind of aesthetic for her, come to think of it.

"You are the very example of the one who should claim rulership. I shall take up the charge you have asked of me."

I pull her to her feet and turn to the mike, holding Euphie in my arms, "Here is proof that it is not all of Britannia that is evil! Here is what I spoke of!"

Alright, definitely NOT as planned. Thankfully, I have an amazing talent for bullshit, speechifying, and this is too good an opportunity not to milk it for something useful. If I'm going to get chewed out, it might as well be for something worthwhile. And right now? I need to get Euphie the fuck out of here after I'm done talking.

I gesture dramatically with my free hand, "Princess Euphemia has just now declared an act of treason against her empire! Against her family! Seeing such sacrifice, how can I not be moved?!"

Once again, Euphemia has surprised us all and proven that she is among the greatest of the royal family. For she truly understands the strength of compassion. A traitor and in open rebellion...still better than Geassed or dead.

Holy shit...Nelly is going to fucking explode. Wait, that might help me take the city, actually. Something to ponder later.

"Britannians! Japanese! People of the world! Rise up against your oppressors! The Black Rebellion commences now! I, as Demon King, shall lead the charge for justice!"

Not the best name, but I honestly couldn't come up with anything on the spot to top it. And it does suit my organization to a T.

Euphie and I step onto the Gawain's waiting hands. "天下布武!" I say with a military salute as the Gawain lifts off into the sky, all the while the audience chants my name along with Euphie's, my triumphant laughter as accompaniment. I am going to milk this moment for all it's worth and enjoy the triumph...before I have to face the music from everyone for what I just pulled... and keep Suzaku from strangling me for dragging Euphie into harm's way.

The time has come to rally my forces. To raise my banners, and seize Tokyo itself. And to start the world war I've been itching to kick off for some time now.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

End of Turn.