Oberon (Code Geass x Fairy Tail)

Chapter 2: Do Unto Others

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Lelouch stared at the bodies of the Royal Guard, oblivious to the distant sounds of gunfire and explosions. At his command, they all shot themselves without any hint of hesitation. What disturbed him more was the brief look of joy they showed when they carried out his command.

"Dammit," Lelouch cursed as he palms his forehead. "I broke the zero-body count rule. I Hope Master Makarov understands that this is a kill zone and couldn't be helped. But what was with my Brain Thrall just now? I don't remember it being that powerful."

Brain Thrall. A term that he coined the 'spell' that was used to control the minds of the Royal Guard just now. As demonstrated, anyone caught up in it will carry out his command, no matter how heinous. This is the first time that he used it to kill someone. Granted, it was in the heat of his anger about Suzaku's death and the mindless slaughter that he ordered it.

This brings him to the problem of Brain Thrall's sudden power boost. Normally when he tries to use Brain Thrall, he had to directly touch a target for it to work. Further experimentation revealed that words can also be used as a medium to influence anyone but not control completely. If they have the will, they can either resist it or throw it off completely. From what he observed, there were no such signs of that from the Royal Guard. But how did it get powerful?

His thoughts went back to the girl from the capsule who died in the old subway tunnels. Something happened when she touched him with her final breath. While the memories were hazy, Lelouch could pick out a few bits. Something about power in exchange for carrying out a wish. It's like he signed a contract that he didn't recall.

"What was your wish?" Lelouch wondered out loud, knowing he won't be getting an answer.

At that moment, a wall bursts into rubble as a purple Knightmare frame rolled in. From what information he gathered about the Military, the model is a fifth-generation Knightmare Frame designated as the "RPI-13 Sutherland". An effective refinement of its predecessor, the RPI-11 Glasgow, this model replaced it as the standard frame for Britannia's military and is mass-produced. In its mechanical hands, it held an oversized assault rifle. It surveyed the room before it zeroed in on Lelouch.

"What happened here, boy?" A female voice spoke through the external speakers. "Why is there a Britannian student in a place like this?"

Lelouch didn't answer her and only regarded the Sutherland with a cool gaze. That served to agitate the pilot.

"Are you deaf? Answer me or I'll—" the Sutherland raised its assault rifle and fired several rounds into the wall behind Lelouch. "Answer me!"

Still, Lelouch said nothing. Not once did he flinch when those bullets came flying by him. It amazed him how people like her feel so insecure they would put up a display of power at their fingertips. Even go as far as to threaten a civilian with a gun.

But whomever this pilot thinks she is, she's in for a reality check. He wasn't some helpless kid that she expects to cower before her hot air. The raven-hair faced things far worse than her oversized tin can. Horrors that she can't even begin to imagine. Heck, he had to fight some of his rowdier guildmates.

He is a Fairy Tail wizard.

"I order you to come out. At once!" Lelouch commanded as he activated Brain Thrall. He figured that his Brain Thrall no longer requires direct contact to work. To his surprise, it didn't work.

"Who the hell do you think you are to order me?"

"Hmm…" Lelouch muttered. Looks like his power boost wasn't that good. Does this mean there are limitations? He'll have to find out later. Technically, mind control isn't the only card in his hand. But as much as he wanted to rip the Sutherland apart and drag the pilot out, he needed it. Time for a change in tactics.

"Who am I?" Lelouch demanded with all the indignation he could muster. "I am the son of a duke!"

"Sometimes, it pays to play the part of a spoiled brat."

"Nobility?"

"That's right! I was taken here against my will and I demand that you take me under your protection! If you want proof, my ID is in my right pocket!"

For a few seconds, nothing happened, like she was considering whether she should comply. Then, the ejection block of the Sutherland opened. A silver-haired woman with a tanned complexion descended on a cable. Her attire is the standard uniform of a female Britannian soldier. What caught Lelouch's eye is the red feather pin on her left lapel.

A Pureblood…of course, he would encounter one in this kill zone…

"Keep your hands up in the air," the pilot said as she approaches him with a gun aimed at him. "I'll take out your ID."

"That won't be necessary," Lelouch said as he looked at her in the eye and activates Brain Thrall. "You will obey my commands!"

This time, Brain Thrall took hold. The woman stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes became glazed with rid light encircling her irises. Slowly, like a soulless automaton, she lowered her weapon.

"I am yours to command," she said tonelessly.

"Huh…so it only works with direct eye contact," Lelouch surmised while stroking his chin. That's one thing about his new power he figured out. It's like the Thunder God Tribes eye magic. It's a special magic that affects another person in a way via eye contact. The effects are numerous such as turning people into stone or taking control of the souls of living things. In his case, he can command a person with absolute obedience.

Lelouch decided to experiment with this power later. Right now, a massacre is happening, and he has someone involved at his mercy.

"Alright, answer my questions," Lelouch commanded. "What are your orders?"

"All forces deployed are to annihilate Shinjuku Ghetto as per Prince Clovis orders," the pilot declared. "Britannian forces have set up a perimeter to prevent anyone from escaping."

"And where is Prince Clovis?" Lelouch asked with his face hard.

"He's in a G-1 Base just outside Shinjuku."

Lelouch nodded as he took in this small piece of information. Of course, his half-brother would stay away from the kill zone. The only thing he has is flowery words to woo the crowd. They don't get to see the true Clovis that doesn't care about his subjects. Frankly, he wondered how Clovis became Viceroy in the first place.

"Do you believe Prince Clovis's reign is a sham?"

"Yes," the pilot answered. "If he was out of the way, we Purebloods can end the Honorary Britannian system."

"Of course, you would say that," Lelouch rolled his eyes in disgust. "Alright…here are your orders. First, you will hand over your Knightmare and gun to me. Then, you will wait a full minute before you are released from my control. Finally, when you hear me say the word 'Butterscotch', you will fall under my command and be released when I say the phrase 'Queen of Hearts'. Is that clear?"

"Understood," the pilot said as she pulled out a purple storage flash drive and tossed it to him. "The code number is XG21G2D4."

"Thank you," Lelouch said as he took the gun as well. Right as he was about to march over to the Knightmare, he realized something. He grabbed the pilot's hand.

"Brain Eater!"

The flesh of his hand glowed red as he felt something rush into him from the pilot. The pilot's hand glowed as well for about a few seconds before fading. Once he was done, he rushed over to the Sutherland and boarded. Inserting the Activation Key and inputting the code, the Knightmare hummed to life. Within seconds, he is out of the warehouse and out in the open. Despite being his first time in a Knightmare frame, he operated it like he had been piloting it for years.

"Viletta Nu…" Lelouch muttered. "I'll file that name away for later."

Brain Eater is a 'spell' that allowed him to take the skills, experiences, and even memories of another person and make them his own. This cheat ability is what allowed him to fight against mercenary fighters that stylized themselves as Anti-Wizards…and to give him some breathing room until he could get over his physical issue. He got the inspiration for this spell from Fairy Tail's practitioners of taking Over magic—The Strauss Siblings.

A sad look fell upon his face as he remembered Elfman and Mirajane. He wondered how they are doing. Ever since Lisanna's death, they've changed drastically. Elfman became a self-proclaimed powerhouse filled with self-loathing and Mirajane lost her will to fight along with most of her magical power. They put on a happy face, but deep down, they are hurting over the loss of their sister. Lelouch shared their pain. He knew what it's like to lose family.

Lisanna's name became taboo to speak out loud, which he respectfully obliged.

The raven teen returned his thoughts to the present., There is no time to think about the past. No matter how many tears one would spill, nothing can bring back the dead. If it were true, he would cry a river. What can be changed is the here and now.

He turned his attention to the Sutherlands computer screen. It showed Britannian forces IFF markers. A double-edged sword if he never saw one.

But how to deal with this? Despite his powers, he can't be everywhere at once. He still hasn't grasped the full principles of his power and he can't look at everyone in the eye and enthrall them. It is a waste of energy and even he isn't dumb enough to try that plan. Once again, the temptation to go out and live up to Fairy Tail's destructive reputation rose within him. It took every bit of self-control to swallow it. Britannia would be reviewing the footage from the Knightmare's cameras, and he didn't want them knowing his hand.

Besides, that wasn't part of the plan. With one hand, he pulled out an old handheld transceiver. It belonged to the terrorists driving the truck that had the capsule. No doubt it's set to the code belonging to the Shinjuku cell. Given how unmatched they are against the military might of the world's only superpower, they'll be desperate for a miracle.

One that he is more than happy to provide to a familiar red Glasgow that streaked from the left.

"Consider this payment for dragging me into your fight," Lelouch said as he activates the transceiver. "The west entrance…"

The sky is orange as the sun sets on the horizon. Smoke billowed to the sky from a nearby bonfire. A lone soldier stood at a salute as the bodies of his comrades became cremated. It was the best they can do given the situation.

A ten-year-old Suzaku Kururugi sat glumly on a rock with a couple of bags. In a single month, his nation had been conquered by the Holy Britannian Empire. What most people would call war is a one-sided slaughter thanks to their new weapon—the Humanoid Autonomous Armored Knight, also known as the Knightmare frame. Thousands of his people died. Even his father, Prime Minister Genbu Kururugi.

"Suzaku…"

The brown-haired boy looks up to see ten-year-old Lelouch approaching him. He is the seventeenth Prince of the nation that invaded Japan. While they didn't get along at first, he became his best friend. He and his sister were sent to Japan to serve as political hostages regarding the rising tensions of the Sakuradite mines. But it appeared that the emperor didn't care about their use as diplomatic tools. One month after his banishment, he ordered a full-scale invasion of Japan to seize the supply of Sakuradite.

"Are you alright?" Lelouch asked gently.

"I'm fine," Suzaku half-lied. "How's Nunnally?"

"She's waiting with friends of my mother," Lelouch answered. "They let me come so that we can say our farewells. Also…thanks for taking care of us…even if we are from Britannia."

"You don't have to thank me…" Suzaku said looking down. "I just didn't want to see anyone with a grudge…you know…"

He let that sentence trail off. If anyone discovered that Lelouch and his sister are Britannian royalty, they will lynch them to vent their hatred. They won't even care if Nunnally is crippled and blind. She is the only family that Lelouch had left and he will be more than devasted. Suzaku feared that he might kill himself to join her if she died.

That is something he didn't want for his friends.

"What are you going to do now?" Lelouch asked, breaking the silence.

"I-I don't know…" Suzaku confessed. "I still have family in Kyoto…but I don't know how'll long we'll be able to…"

Once again, he couldn't finish a sentence. The invasion of Japan had cost everyone everything. The lives they had are gone, smashed to pieces by the iron fist of the Empire. Their pride and freedom have been stripped away along with their way of life.

"I swear Suzaku," the edge in Lelouch's voice made Suzaku look at his friend. Beneath his black bangs, his face is contorted in rage, which made Suzaku flinch. He had seen Lelouch become angry when the mention of his father came up. But he had never seen so much rage.

"So, help me…I will one day…OBLITERATE BRITANNIA!"

At his declaration, something happened. Black smoke appeared in the air around Lelouch. Both boys' eyes became wide with surprise. Horror gripped them as the smoke began to envelop Lelouch.

"Suzaku! Help me!" Lelouch cried out in terror as he reached out to him.

"Lelouch!" Suzaku cried out as he got off the rock and rushed towards his friend. The smoke had already enveloped most of Lelouch. He held out his hand towards his, hoping to reach him. Just as his hand got close, the smoke completely enveloped Lelouch and vanished. Unable to stop himself, Suzaku crashed onto the ground. Frantically, he pushed himself up and frantically looked everywhere. The soldier who noticed the shouting came running over as Suzaku called out the name of his best friend.

"LELOUCH!"

Suzaku's upper body shot up from a green gatch bed. His green eyes are constricted, and his body is sweating bullets. His upper body had been bandaged with strips of linen. Ragged breaths slowly became calm as he realized that it was just a nightmare.

This isn't the first time he had that nightmare. He kept having them ever since Lelouch disappeared that day. No matter how hard they search, they couldn't find him anywhere. He can remember little Nunnally's sobs as she cried out for her big brother when she had been told he vanished. The people that were friends of her mother wouldn't let him near Nunnally. Heck, they blamed him for Lelouch's disappearance. That is another thing he hasn't forgiven himself for.

"So, are we having a bad day?" A smiling tall and thin man in a green turtleneck with a lab coat over the top of his shirt asked eccentrically. Next to him is a purple-haired woman in an orange uniform.

"Looks like you missed a chance to go to heaven, Private Kururugi," the man said.

"I did?" Suzaku asked as he looks around. "Where…?"

"Hmm? Ah, we're still in the Shinjuku Ghetto," the man answered.

"With Prince Clovis nearby, this is probably the safest place anywhere," the woman says as she holds out a white handkerchief with an object on top. "This is what saved your life, Mr. Suzaku."

On top of the white handkerchief is a dark grey pocket watch. Its glass face has been cracked with a shard missing. The hands don't appear to be moving, nor is there a telltale sound of ticking.

"You're lucky it was under your protective suit because that's what deflected the bullet," the man said.

"Is it a keepsake?" asked the woman.

"Yeah, very," Suzaku said as he took the watch and looked at it with regret.

"You Elevens believe that gods live inside of everything, even objects, don't you?" the man drawled in amusement. "I guess this one—"

"Is Lelou—" Suzaku stopped himself before he could finish saying his friend's name. "What's the latest on the situation?"

"It looks like the poison gas was released," the man answered. "Massive Eleven casualties have been reported."

"They haven't caught the perpetrators yet," the woman said with a tinge of sadness.

"They haven't, huh? Not yet?" Suzaku asked. He knew for a fact that there was no poison gas. What they said is a lie, but he dares not expose it. For who would believe him? If the Royal Guard knew who was inside, then that would mean the viceroy does as well. If he let it slip that he knew, they will end him.

But that didn't matter when he found out that Lelouch is alive. After all these years, he finally found him. Maybe he will finally forgive himself for failing to save him all those years ago. That hope faded when he remembered that he wasn't recovered with him. He had to go and find him and make sure he was alright. No…he must.

"Private Kururugi," the man spoke again. "How much experience do you have in piloting a Knightmare frame?"

That question took him by surprise. He had a feeling what the man was asking but there was one problem he pointed out, "But there's no way an Eleven would be a made a knight."

The man just smirked and held up a golden activation key.

"Well, supposing you could?"

"Well, that's a more stupid move than I expected."

Lelouch drawled that sentence from his seat in the Sutherland he stole. He stared at the screen, watching the Britannian forces converging on the red dot. And it meant every unit that Clovis brought with him, including the ones securing the perimeter. As he said, it was a stupid move.

"You, Q1, do you have an area map?" Lelouch said in his communicator.

"Yes," the Glasgow woman replied. "I have a map of the old town. But it has no current landmarks."

"It'll do," Lelouch said. "Mission number three now. Execute."

With that last command, he turned off the transceiver and stared at the screen stoically. After a few seconds, the red IFF dot vanished. Then, the Britannian units closest to the last position of the Glasgow suddenly lost their signal. The effect spread throughout the Britannian forces like a ripple and as fast as a tidal wave. Meaning that nearly every Britannian unit has been wiped out.

"Why to bother to play when all you can do is flip the board," Lelouch said with a short laugh. "Thank you for teaching me that Master Makarov."

In less than an hour, Lelouch was able to commandeer the local terrorist cell. After giving them Sutherlands and military ordinance, he initiated a counterattack. By removing their IFFs, they are rendered invisible to enemy radar. Meanwhile, Lelouch can track Britannian forces on his monitor. With his careful planning, he and the terrorists were able to mount successful ambushes against their common enemy.

The raven-haired teen could feel the confusion and panic from the enemy as the people they thought as inferior suddenly turned the tables on them. Lelouch relished every drop of it. He almost gave in to the temptation to go out and indulge in the madness. Especially when he unleashed the pièce de resistance. Utilizing the old and neglected subway tunnels, he had the red Glasgow collapse a section. Like a stack of dominoes, the Britannian Military got swallowed up from the ground collapse that they didn't see coming.

"This reminds me of the war with Phantom Lord," Lelouch said fondly. "Only this wasn't as challenging as I thought it'd be."

If he knew that the universe would screw with him at that moment, he wouldn't have said those words.

"This is B group, reporting enemy presence."

"Hm? Reinforcements?" Lelouch asked. "Real battle is different, isn't it? Status?"

"Everyone ejected, but they took out for units in nothing flat."

"Enemy numbers?"

"Just one. I think it's a new model. I've never seen anything like it—Ah!"

The transmission with the B group got cut off. Lelouch's eyes are wide with shock. That wasn't the only report he received. They're all the same. One by one, other groups are being wiped out…by just one unit. One that can reflect bullets it seems. Even with all the resources, he gave them. While it sounds absurd, he learned long ago that numbers don't win a war. A single S-Class wizard can wipe out a small army.

Could this unit be an S-Class Knightmare frame? IF so, this could mean that Britannia is developing a new generation of Knightmares. Ones that can wipe out entire armies of Sutherlands. This is a wrench in his plan that won't sit well. Especially when it appeared that the terrorists can't handle it.

Perhaps it's time he took to the field.

"All units, fall back to where the civilians and wounded are," Lelouch commanded. "You've done your part…now it's time to do mine."

"What are you going to do?" the Glasgow woman asked.

"Isn't it obvious? Defeat Britannian," Lelouch answered. "Keep your people safe. This is almost over."

With that said, he crushed the transceiver with his telekinesis. If this unit is indeed an S-Class Knightmare, then the only purpose they would serve would be sitting ducks. Even though they are terrorists, he couldn't blame them for such eccentric actions. Were they supposed to shut up and accept being the label that Britannia put on them? It's better to have them retreat and protect the survivors of this massacre from Britannia's remaining ground forces.

A king that treats his subordinates as nothing, but tools walks the road to defeat. The battle isn't like a Chessboard Lelouch…when you lose, you lose. When you die, you die.

Another critical thing he learned is that the most vital element in battle is the human one. One can't foresee everything especially the pilot of that new Knightmare. Whoever they are, they will be able to finish the massacre if they are not stopped. Even though this will be exposing his hand, it's a price that he'll have to accept. He could feel the mad excitement of battle waking up inside.

"It's time to show them what a Fairy Tail wizard can do," Lelouch declared as he crossed his arms. "REQUIP!"

A bright flash of light filled the cockpit.

Through the ruins of Shinjuku, a white and gold accented Knightmare sped forward. IT is taller and more humanoid looking than the Sutherlands the other Knightmare pilots used. The landspinner propulsion systems propelled it faster than anything that was made before it.

Sitting in the pilot's seat is Suzaku Kururugi dressed in a matching pilot suit. He had been selected by Lloyd Alsphund and Cecile Kroomy to pilot the Z-01 Lancelot. The first and only Seventh Generation Knightmare frame. He came on board the moment he finished reading the manual and operating the simulator at Prince Clovis' orders.

His mission is to suppress the terrorists inflicting massive casualties in the Shinjuku Ghetto. They manage to seize Britannian military equipment and use it against them. Their IFFs are off, but Lancelot's enhanced systems let him use his eyes. Suzaku took down many enemy-occupied Sutherlands before they could react. Some of them manage to fire upon him, but their bullets are blocked by the Blaze Luminous—an energy shield generated from the forearms of the Knightmare.

This is his first-time piloting Knightmare and he felt right at home. Honorary Britannians like him would never be given the chance to pilot one of these. Maybe this is a sign that he can move up in the ranks.

"If I can stop all the Knightmares, then this battle is over," Suzaku said. "No matter what it takes, I've got to save Lelouch and that girl."

He felt his wound act up and placed a hand on it to stop himself from wincing. He still hasn't recovered yet. The faster he can end this, the sooner he'll be able to look for Lelouch. Then, if he has the time, he can search for Nunnally and bring Lelouch to her. He hoped he will earn her forgiveness for failing to save him all those years ago.

It has been fifteen minutes since he charged out from the G-1 in the Lancelot. The last terrorist he suppressed had been ten minutes ago. So far, he didn't encounter any more terrorists.

"Where did they go?" Suzaku asked himself. Suddenly, the Lancelots factspheres detected something. Inside a ruined skyscraper is a Sutherland. Given that it's not sending an IFF, it's occupied by a terrorist. Immediately, Suzaku fired a Slashharken from the forearm of the Lancelot. It buried itself into the ceiling and pulled him up.

"Are you the guy that's in command?" Suzaku asked as he landed inside.

As if confirming his question, the pilot is standing on top of the ejection block. What is strange about the person is their attire. The figure is dressed in body armor as black as midnight. A long high-collared cape nearly enveloped him—at least he thought the figure is a guy. A sleek black mask covered his face, the aesthetic almost resembling one of the king pieces of chess he saw the officer's play. Chess is a popular game in Britannia.

When the Lancelot landed, he sped towards him. The commander regarded him with silence before he raised his arms. To Suzaku's shock, the arms of the Sutherland he stood upon glowed red and came off. They levitated until they are parallel to the stranger, mirroring the exact positions of his arms. The enigma curled his fingers into a fist, with the corresponding arm performing the same action.

Without warning, the enigma threw the fist, and the floating arm copied his action. Suzaku was so surprised that he reacted a little too late. The fist collided with the chest area of the Lancelot. The impact is enough to send the white Knightmare flying out of the building.

It took only a few seconds for Suzaku to recover from his shock. Acting quickly, he angled and twisted the Lancelot in mid-air. He fired a Slashharken and pulled himself to the ground. He felt the Seventh Generation Knightmare land on its feet with a slight tremor that traveled up the chassis. Where the fist struck him is a noticeable dent.

"What was that just now?" Suzaku asked with wide eyes. He got another shock when out of thin air, the figure appeared in front of him. Once again, he punched the Lancelot with Sutherland's fist and sent it flying. Suzaku was able to recover his footing faster. The figure crouched down and jumped forward at astonishing speed with a fist ready for another punch. This time, Suzaku was ready.

"Don't mess with me!" Suzaku yelled as he activated the Blaze Luminous. The green shield blocked the blow of the fist and held. Without missing a beat, Suzaku launched his dual slashharkens and swung them at the enigma. The black-garbed mystery man leaped up to avoid one of the tethered projectiles and curled himself into a ball to evade the other. Sutherland's hands mirroring, he brought his hands together and brought them down in a hammer. The Lancelot was able to block it in time.

"Just what is this guy?" Suzaku grunted as held. He is purely baffled at the fact a single individual is fighting against a Knightmare frame. He had seen firsthand what these machines could do during the invasion. It is suicide to perform such a stunt. Yet this guy is fighting him without one and with strange powers that he's witnessing.

Gritting his teeth, the Lancelot pushed forward. The enigma ceased his assault and flipped back. The enigma landed on the ground and skid a few feet. The arms hovered at his sides, the hands becoming dented and mangled. Seeing this, but not looking, the black-garbed man let used them as shields to block the Slashharkens Suzaku sent after him. As he ripped them away, Suzaku launched the Slashharkens positioned at his hips at the enigma.

Instead of dodging, he stood there and let the Slashharkens hit him. But they didn't exactly hit them. A red barrier blocks the Slashharkens and protected him from harm. He could feel the enigma stare at him with amusement.

"Yeah…you're not the only one who has a barrier…"

Suzaku could hear him through the speakers. It was modulated which made it unrecognizable. Then, the Enigma held a hand up to the sky. With a shimmer, the air is filled with thousands upon thousands of glowing purple arrowheads. Their tips are aimed at the Lancelot.

"Plasma Arrow!"

Thrusting his arm, the crystal arrows launched themselves at the Lancelot, faster than a bullet. Immediately, Suzaku activated the Blaze Luminous on both arms and crossed them. The arrows peppered the shields. He watched them flicker as they block the barrage. Suzaku could feel himself straining to keep up the guard. The new pilot stood fast and withstood this attack. Once he stopped, he'll have the Lancelot engage him at close combat.

"Armor Malfunction!"

He didn't know what happened, but the Lancelot fell apart. It first started with the arms. The armor around Lancelot's humerus came off and exposed the skeletal structure underneath before it detached from the shoulders. The same thing happened to the legs and finally, the torso of the White Knightmare. Within a minute, the once-mighty machine was stripped down to the last component. Its parts are scattered across the battlefield.

Only the ejection block was left alone, its pilot wondering what just happened. Then he realized what he had done. He sent those projectiles to distract him while he disassembled the Lancelot like a toy.

"Who are you?" Suzaku asked in fear. He could still see through the cameras of the Lancelot. Perhaps the commander left them intact on purpose because he approached the block, he was in. Suzaku couldn't exit nor eject. He is at this terrorist's mercy.

"I'm impressed…very few were able to withstand that, and I didn't put my back into it," the enigma said in genuine praise. "I'll let you go, whoever you are in there. But I'll be taking this…"

The Lancelot's forearms, which have been left intact, hovered beside him. Then, he vanished right in front of him.

In the G-1 mobile base sat Prince Clovis La Britannia, biting his thumb. He is furious that filthy terrorists managed to steal the girl from him. If his father were to find out about her and the experiments, he would be disinherited. This is why he order Shinjuku to be destroyed to cover up the evidence. Anyone who asks will say they are carrying out a redevelopment plan.

It should've been short work wiping out these Eleven trash. But things went wrong for him again as they encountered setback after setback. First, the Eleven terrorists somehow got ahold of their military equipment. Then they succeeded in wiping out most of their forces. What should've been a successful operation has turned into a colossal failure.

Whoever is leading them must be better than Todoh.

Desperate, he gave Lloyd Alsphund the authority to launch his toy—no, Lancelot he corrected. He may owe his older brother a debt, but he didn't care. This mess had to be salvaged before his father finds out.

General Bartley and the rest of the staff had just got word about the location of the Elevens when something happened. Out of nowhere, a figure in black appeared on top of the war table. A featureless mask stared directly at Clovis.

"Clovis La Britannia," the figure spoke in a modulated voice, ignoring the wide eyes of everyone who witnessed him appear. "I've waited a long time to speak with you."

At the end of his sentence, the soldiers recovered. Before they could draw their weapons, a red pulse emanated from him. It knocked the soldiers off their feet and sent them flying. They landed on the floor hard and lay unmoving. The prince's eyes are dilated with terror as the figure stepped down from the war table as if it was a staircase. The temperature of the room seemed to

"Don't worry, they're still alive if you care an inch about them," the masked man said before he corrected himself. "Oh, who am I kidding? You never cared about anyone or anything that isn't you. No matter…I'll fix that soon enough."

"W-What are you going to do to me?" Clovis stammered in terror. HE shrunk back into his throne as the masked man stepped towards him. "Stay back you…you…monster!"

"Monster? Now that wounds me," the masked man said in mock hurt as the mask came apart in segments. Each segment slid down from his head and form a chest plate on his upper torso. Violet eyes stared at the prince from behind black bangs.

"Should you say that to your dear long-lost brother?"

"L…Lelouch?" Clovis finally spoke, his terror becoming replaced with surprise. "Is that you?"

"Yes, it is I, Lelouch Vi Britannia," the exiled prince revealed with a dramatic bow. "If there is any doubt, I can tell you how every chess match we've played back at Pendragon went. I've won every single one of them, didn't I?"

"It is you!" Clovis cried out, tears of relief almost formed at the corner of his eyes. "We thought that you were dead! This is a joyous—"

"As much as I want to hear whatever flowery sentence you have planned, I have a schedule to keep," Lelouch interrupted as his left eye glowed red, a sigil of a bird in flight replacing his violet iris. "From now on…you will obey my commands!"

The powered-up Brain Thrall took hold of Clovis. His irises are highlighted with red before he said emotionlessly, "Yes brother. I will obey your commands."

"Okay, first things first…"

In an abandoned warehouse falling into disrepair, the survivors of Shinjuku gathered with members of the resistance. Children have huddled with their parents and loved ones, crying into their chests of the traumatic events that transpired. Some are crying for the ones they've lost in the massacre.

This would probably be the only time to grieve as the Britannian ground forces found them. The resistance is outside fighting them off. If it weren't for the Sutherlands that the mysterious voice had given them, the resistance would've been wiped out already. Some of them were obliterated by the mysterious white Knightmare, but it was enough to defend their people. It felt satisfying to fight Britannia on equal ground.

"Take that Britannian pigs!" Tamaki yelled as he gunned down several soldiers that tried to get close.

"Don't stray too far Tamaki!" Ohgi yelled through his Sutherland speakers. "We have to protect the civilians!"

"What do you think I've been doing?" Tamaki yelled back.

"Ohgi!" Kallen cried out as she arrived in her red Glasgow. "I'm here!"

"Good! Have you heard anything from the voice?"

"No," Kallen answered. "Not since our last transmission."

"Figures! That coward left us all to die!" Tamaki said scathingly.

Nobody refuted their comrade in the resistance. Things were looking helpless when Tamaki screwed up Naoto's plan. Kallen and Nagata stole the poison gas but lost it in the subway tunnels. Especially when Britannia started to wipe out Shinjuku. Part of him felt that this was their fault, but he didn't have time to dwell on that.

The conventional weapons they've stolen did little against Knightmares and Kallen is the pilot of the only Knightmare they've managed to get their hands on. A Glasgow however is no match for a Sutherland. The Glasgow lost an arm on the way to Shinjuku, and she couldn't be everywhere at once.

When the voice came, everything changed. Not only have they managed to push back against their oppressors, but they've also nearly won. It would've been the first victory against Britannia if it weren't for the arrival of that White Knightmare frame. The voice told them to gather their forces and protect the people while he does his part. They've been defending their people ever since.

"Reinforcements!" Inoue cried out. Ohgi cursed when he saw several more Sutherlands approaching. He got a report that they're almost out of ammunition. Their stolen Knightmares are starting to become low on energy filler. They are going to be wiped out, but not without a fight.

But then…

"Attention all forces! Ceasefire at once!"

It was like the world suddenly came to a halt. Britannian soldiers stop firing and looked up in the air in confusion. The oncoming Sutherlands also stopped moving with a screech of their Landspinners. Even the resistance fighters stopped fighting. Anyone who lived in Area 11 long enough knew to recognize the voice of Viceroy Clovis La Britannia.

"Ceasefire?"

"I Clovis, third prince of Britannia and royal viceroy of Area 11 hereby command you, all forces are ordered to a ceasefire at once. You also cease the destruction of buildings or property. All casualties, whether Britannian or Eleven, shall be treated equally and without prejudice. In the name of Clovis La Britannia, you are hereby ordered, to cease fire at once. I shall allow no further fighting."

The soldiers of Britannia are stunned by this sudden command from their Viceroy. First, he ordered they wipe out Shinjuku, now he's telling them to stop. Even the resistance was amazed at this.

"Could it be…?" Kallen wondered when she thought of the voice.

"Should we?" A soldier asked.

"It's bey order of Prince Clovis, what do you think?" another snapped.

"Furthermore," Clovis continued. "Every soldier that is partaking in this operation, regardless of rank and status, is hereby renamed, Bob."

Every soldier blinked at that last part. "What?"

"I Clovis, third prince of Britannia and royal viceroy of Area 11 declare henceforth that every soldier partaking in this operation is renamed, Bob. All of you will refer to each other as Bob until everyone is appropriately renamed. Failure to comply will result in the ultimate penalty without trial. If you address each other by your original names, it will result in the ultimate penalty without trial. If you even so much as whisper them, it will result in the ultimate penalty without trial. I know everyone's name and I will know whoever breaks this decree, so do not test me. This I Clovis La Britannia command!"

The whole area of Shinjuku fell silent again. The soldiers weren't looking at the Elevens but at each other. They were silent for several seconds before one of the soldiers spoke.

"So…should we start treating them…Bob?"

The G-1 is filled with uproarious laughter.

"Oh my gosh! That was too much!" Lelouch said in between breaths as he clutched his stomach in laughter. Clovis didn't respond from his throne. The viceroy sat there with no hint of movement. It's almost like he suddenly became a statue.

"Mind control is kind of fun if you use it wisely," Lelouch said as he recomposed himself. "Now onto business. You will answer my questions honestly. Is that clear?"

"Yes," Clovis said bluntly.

"Good," Lelouch said before he took a deep breath before he asked a question that he wanted answers to ever since that night. "Now…who killed my mother, Marianne Vi Britannia? I know the Royal Family had something to do with her murder, not that terrorist's bullshit."

"I don't know," Clovis said. "You'll have to ask Prince Schneizel or Prince Cornelia. They know more about it than I do."

Lelouch furrowed his brow in thought. Honestly, he wasn't expecting Clovis to just have the info on his mother's killer. Heck, he's incapable of killing anyone, just bark, and no bite. But those two names are a good start to looking for his mother's enemies and making them pay for crippling his little sister. Along with revenge on his father for abandoning them and ending Britannia once and for all.

Then, he can go back home. Back to where they are.

"As much as you don't deserve it, thank you for the information.," Lelouch said crisply. "On another subject…you have a girl in a capsule that you lead people to believe is poison gas. You and the rest of your lackeys went through a lot of trouble to cover up her existence if today's massacre didn't make it obvious. You are working on something involving human experimentation. I want to know what."

"I will tell you everything," Clovis responded. "Code R has been researching ways to make me immortal so I can survive to succeed the throne."

"Immortal?" Lelouch asked incredulously, thinking that something messed up his command. "Are you serious or just messing with me?"

"I am telling the truth. The girl is living proof that it can be obtained."

Lelouch's eyes widened. "Wait…what?"

"The girl is immortal," Clovis continued. "We have records and pictures dating back during the annexation of Area 11 showing her at the same age we found her. There is a possibility that she's been alive long before then. Experimentation proved that she cannot be killed by stabbing, asphyxiation, gassing, poison, or anything we could think of. We've been researching her cells in hopes of making me immortal."

Lelouch digested this mind-blowing information with wide eyes.

"Could you hold that thought?" Lelouch asked before he psychoported out of the G-1 and back to the abandoned subway tunnel. The process was almost instantaneous, like jumping from one edge to the other.

His violet eyes scanned the tunnel. The debris with rebar looked to have been moved to reveal a black spot mixed with blood on the ground. From the spot is a trail of footprints burned into the concrete. They lead right to where he was up and ordered the Royal Guard to die.

"Damn it…" Lelouch palmed his forehead. The girl he cremated turned out to be immortal. He could've gotten the answers to his questions out of her after all. But the trail is cold. She must've used the chaos of the battle to escape to the wind. Lelouch vowed to find her when he is finished here.

Right as he was about to psychoport back to the G-1, he noticed something that wasn't there before. A small white doll-like thing with a red sigil on its face. Lelouch knelt and picked it up. He turned it over and examined the doll. It looked brand new, aside from the specks of dirt gathered on it.

"Just a weird doll," Lelouch said. "Maybe Nunally will like this."

Pocketing the doll, he psychoported back to the G-1. Clovis hadn't moved an inch from his throne and the General Staff is still knocked out.

"Well…sorry I doubted you," Lelouch said to Clovis. "But now that your lab rat is in the wind, immortality is out of reach for you. Honestly, if you had become emperor, you would've led not just Britannia, but the world itself to ruin."

Lelouch gave a dark smile.

"But now that you are under my control, things are going to change. As much as you deserve to die, I have plans for you. Big plans…"

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Greetings and Bienvenu readers.

As you can see, I am not dead. And I have not given up. I…AM…BACK! Turns out, the road that I walked in life wasn't meant for me, so I decided to take a new one. While I'm walking, I will update the fics you know and love. Please look forward to them.

Now, to summarize this chapter. Lelouch not only leads the resistance to victory, but he also gave Lancelot a smackdown. This fic is going to be a patchwork of the different continuities of Code Geass.

As for Lelouch's 'spells', I'm going, to be honest, it's a little difficult planning them out since they revolve around the field of Psionics. But you do what you've gotta do, right? Further explanation will be revealed in the next chapter.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Until next time.