The Fappening except not really

Kallen Stadtfeld, Knight of Ten

Imperial Capital Pendragon, Medical Ward

Two and a half months after Lelouch's accession

The camera was set to landscape, filming the motionless view of an undisclosed hotel room. In its sight was a single messy bed with blankets dangling off the edge. Beside it was a sofa missing one of its three mattresses. That angle was held for about five seconds until the tip of someone's head peeped onto the screen, a head of incontestable pink.

Popping out of the woodworks, Euphemia's lively lilac eyes stared intensely into the camera, her blinks spread out over the longest of intervals possible. Her distinct features were as unreadable as recognizable, seeming like the passage of time over the years since her demise never caught up to her.

That was followed by vivid laughter, way too jarring compared to her previous sober aura, giving off the feeling of seeing a mascot take off their costume at Disneyland.

"—~Ahaha~ I was going to say something like 'the news of my death has been greatly exaggerated!' but I just couldn't, I would've choked on the cheesiness!" Euphemia lessened her laugh to a faint giggle, stepping away from the camera as she did so.

The presumed dead princess trod into the background, letting her entire body be captured in the video. Gleefully, she performed a gracious twirl in full view, showing off her scantily clad body only shielded by an one-piece transparent sleepwear, the keenest of eyes could just barely make out the laces of her bras and panties underneath, setting herself up for another ripe scandal.

"—You don't have to believe it, maybe I'm a very indistinguishable double of the third princess, who just happens to know her account's password," She plucked the camera off the table, unveiling its true model as a smartphone when she flipped it vertically to capture herself in the shot. Light like a feather, she hopped next to the window, drew apart the curtains and unveiled the scenery of the Imperial Palace across the pane of glass. "—and live in the capital, but believe what you want."

"—This's just meant to be an announcement. You speculate all you want about all that happened, and I really do mean all the things. But now you know I'm back, and… err, Back In Black?"

From somewhere behind her, a door creaked open, attracting the attention of the monologuing princess. Pure darkness enveloped the screen for the briefest of seconds before the video resumed, this time showing the back camera of the phone in action, and it was capturing the unequivocally stunned expression of a half-naked Suzaku in a pair of t-shirt and shorts who just stepped out of the washroom.

"—E-E-Euphie-!? What're you doing!?" As his entire character gradually morphed from displaying utter perplexity to abhorrent grasp of the scenario, it was already too late.

"—Ahh~! Send it, send it, sen—" Then the video cut out, and judging by its current rank as the most viewed WebM on Twitter of the month, it was fair to say Euphemia succeeded.

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Pacing herself between a full-body dash and a marathon jog, Kallen was scampering to get to the east-wing of the Imperial Medical Ward as fast as possible without ditching Marrybell and her lackluster stamina.

"You sure that's the right place in the video, right?!" Kallen shouted, letting the wind carry her voice to the princess in her trail.

"Yeah… yeah! It's where they kept me after my castle got burned but before they shipped me off to Spain!"

Rounding the corner at a speed just below that of an Olympic sprinter, Kallen came to a violent stop as she all but busted down the entrance of the room Euphemia broadcasted from.

"Hey! Open up, open up! I know you're in there! You're making it way more difficult than it needs to be, Kururugi!" She smashed her closed fist against the wood door, relentless in her pursuit of the truth.

"You're sure this is the right place?" When no host came to address her precipitous visit, Kallen turned around and asked Marrybell.

"Wait… wait, wait…" The younger redhead was tapping nimbly on her smartphone, a bead of sweat leaking down from her brow. "-Yep! Yes, it's true! The signal originated from this very room."

"Kururugi! C'mon, just open up already! I'll literally, not even as a joke- take a buckshot to this door if I must!" Her follow up threat was no less sincere than her first, and the noise of a bolt latch being released was her tip that the warning worked.

"Oh my, oh my! How pointlessly aggressive! …I love it!" To her surprise, but not mind-blowingly so, the person who invited her inside was none other than the infamous massacre princess, Euphemia li Britannia.

"…Holy shit, I mean… I just watched your video, but still…" Almost never in her life had Kallen mistrusted her own sense of vision as much as she was in that moment. Now having witnessed the impossibility with her pair of eyes, it became of uttermost folly to believe anything other than the fact that Euphemia was alive.

"You… are you that… that Black Knight I met on the island…?" Strangely, that was the foremost inquiry the resurrected royalty had for her, with an intense glare tacked on, the Knight of Ten noticed.

"Okay? Yes, what about it?"

"That means… you're Japanese…! You're Japanese, right?"

In the shadow of the precarious princess, Suzaku was vehemently shaking his head and crossing his fingers to form an X, presumably for no. Kallen had to actively control herself from laughing at the ridiculousness of his antics were it not for the completely sombre stare he shot her.

For reasons beyond her understanding, Kallen decided to cooperate with the dubious knight at that moment. "No, I'm Britannian."

"But then…? Why were you with the Black Knights? The Black Knights only have Japanese amongst their ranks, except for Lu—"

"Euphie, that's enough. Kallen isn't Japanese." In a commanding tone, Suzaku put a permanent end to Euphemia's curiosity.

"Alright… if you say so, love." Instantly, the suspense in Euphemia's posture vanished and she flashed a playful pout for the Devicer. "Well, don't stand outside then, Kallen! C'mon in!"

"…Thanks." Moving passed the princess, Kallen reminded herself not to let her get away again for calling her first name.

"And I love your earrings, festinating design." Kallen doubled her endurance for the royalty's pretense and kept her scorn to herself.

"Euphie… it really is you, unimaginable."

"Oh, Marry. You learn to get used to it." Once her greeting was done and finished with, it was Marrybell's turn next.

The two siblings hugged warmly, if not somewhat awkwardly caused by Marrybell's lack of proper feedback when her younger sister looped her in tightly.

"Still a little shorty though, huh?"

"Shush, you." Marrybell glowed a dim red. It appeared that her height, or lack thereof had tormented her as one of her few insecurities.

"It's good to see you again, sister."

"Likewise… likewise." Euphemia ushered Marrybell into the room with a mellow pat on the back, their reunion was appreciated without the need for splendour.

With everyone accounted for, the overnight celebrity was about the shut the door. However, one more visitor snuck her way in before the opportunity slipped away. "Hmm… would you like to come in as well, Miss C.C."

"Why, I would. Thank you for asking." Thus, she was allowed entry, even if it wasn't a democratic decision.

"C.C." Even if she was miffed by her arrival, Kallen still acknowledged her rival.

"Kallen, it's been a while."

"It could've been longer."

"I'm so happy it wasn't." Kallen mustered a huff at most for her response. Messing with, or being messed by C.C. wasn't sitting at the top of her priority list.

"And you, princess. That was a good stunt you pulled." Euphemia nodded to accept the recognition she received, although calling it a stunt could be a meager understatement. "Did you actually film the video after you did the… you know?"

It didn't take a genius to figure out what C.C. was alluding to, and any dimwit could spot a flustered Suzaku uncomfortably rattling in the corner from a mile away.

"Yes, we did." Unashamedly, the princess admitted.

"Nice, very nice. Up here." C.C. raised her hand to high-five Suzaku's girlfriend for losing her virginity in the full view of her boyfriend and sibling, not a scrap of hesitation to be found in her deed. "C'mon, you can't leave me hanging, don't be shy."

If that wasn't cringe-worthy enough on its own, watching a disinclined yet morbidly curious Euphemia reach out to clap their palms together sealed the deal. Whether her goal was simply to complicate the already cumbersome scenario or to release the tension from it, Kallen had to confess wincing was a more desirable reaction than fuming.

"Alright, I'mma head out." Apparently clowning on them was her only motivation for dropping by, not that it was welcomed by any means.

"-Stay." Even better, a domineering voice demanded C.C.'s company, Lelouch announced himself to be their last guest as he grimly halted the witch's steps.

"…Ugh." C.C. groaned, but submitted nonetheless.

Without having to look, Kallen could easily deduce the dozens of Royal Guards outside weren't hanging around on their lunch break. The muffled but thunderous footsteps of fully-armed soldiers securing the perimeter eclipsed the noise of her beating heart, and she was seriously thankful for it. Otherwise, it would become another factor goading her to succumb to the pressure of Lelouch's harrowing glare.

And I thought that time last year on Kamine Island was Lelouch at his angriest. To be fair, Lelouch wasn't expressing anger per se, although communicating purely via a glower was a difficult chore.

"Is this anyone?" Nobody objected, so Lelouch continued. "Kallen, you can stay if you want. But Marrybell, I need you to leave please."

"You can't-! Why only me, brother?"

"Out. Now." The assertive tone left no room for a debate against the Emperor.

Begrudgingly, Marrybell swallowed down her frustration in a sigh and bowed. "Yes… Your Majesty."

Then she left.

Lelouch mindfully studied everyone remaining on the case of Euphemia's preposterous revival, his vacant glance concealed any emotions he experienced but chose not to express. It suffocated Kallen to be scrutinized so severely, despite knowing she had done no wrong. The two primary suspects of the miraculous incident conveyed zero sense of urgency or panic while the subject herself was only half sincere as she placatingly waited for the monarch's assessment, letting loose a simper from time to time.

"…You did it." When Lelouch finally spoke, it was for Suzaku.

"You knew."

"It's my job to know."

"I have nothing to hide."

A break in the conversation, just long enough to unnerve everyone.

"What can your Geass do?"

"It lets me transfer souls from one plane of existence to another… but there are many limitations." Suzaku ended his statement wavering, giving ground to Lelouch's overwhelming presence. However, he was able to recoup some of the lost courage when Euphemia wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close on the bed they sat on.

Did I get cucked? In the meantime, Kallen was mind-boggled by the fact that Zero's mortal enemy for the majority of his career somehow received a Geass ahead of her.

"Can you bring someone else back?"

"I haven't tried."

"Try it."

"I can't do it here."

They paused again, this time trading unmovable resolves as equals.

"C'mon lads, let's not do this again… this's supposed to be a happy moment, or something similar." Kallen inwardly admitted to herself, stepping in between the most powerful ruler on the planet and arguably the most competent Devicer was more or less somewhat scary, just a little bit- a tiny smidgen.

At his knight's behest, Lelouch lessened his dismayed mien. "It's… not like that. I didn't believe it could be done, I was sure your efforts were in vain, your attempts folly. But now I see I was wrong. You've done something I can never do, Suzaku. You can heal the wounds I carved."

"I'll do everything in my power to mend your mistakes- no, our mistakes. I don't know how far I can go, and I can't undo every drop of blood we spilt, but I'll keep trying, for as long as I live."

"I cannot ask for anymore." When the two former best friends turned bitter nemeses and eventually reluctant collaborators diligently shook hands, Kallen wholeheartedly hoped for the book on their rivalry to be closed at last.

"C.C.," Lelouch gestured for the devilish witch to come forth, his serious manner was a devastating blow to her teasing mood. "If I give you the permission and resources right now, can you rebuild the Geass Order?"

"I can start. Although it won't be easy, mostly thanks to you. I met up with a past contractor of mine, I can work something out if I must."

"Do what you have to, I permit everything within reason. I want you to push the limit of Geass, see what else it can be capable of."

"And what do I get out of it?" Bold of the immortal to demand compensation from a king she depended on for her every need.

"You ever want anything that isn't pizza?" The deep bafflement C.C. found herself in after that question was highly worrying, on many fronts.

"I want to eat pizza… with you."

"…We can make plans toward it." Lelouch said, tolerating defeat. The same defeat Kallen had to weather now that C.C. pulled a fast one over her, even if she was impressed by the sheer pluck of the undying witch.

"It's a deal." That marked the end of another issue, leaving one to go.

The lone elephant left in the room, so daunting and fraught that Lelouch instinctively avoided casting his gaze her way. On the other hand, Euphemia was no more thrilled to confront her brother over their past as she too avoided direct eye-contact, only occasionally stroking Suzaku's hair while using his broad shoulders as a shield.

Ultimately, when the lack of dialogue drove their atmosphere to an intolerable degree of discomfort, Lelouch grabbed a seat beside his ex-deceased sibling's bed, ready to break down a barrier he wasn't sure he could see over.

"Euphie…" In a shaken voice, Lelouch said.

And no reply came, not from the young princess, at least. "…Euphie, I can't help you with this. It's your decision to make." Suzaku warmly declared, removing the cuddle she held over him and stepped onto the sidelines.

"…Should I… still love you as my brother, Lelouch?" After quite some time, Euphemia found her courage to tackle the insurmountable obstacle named regret in her new existence.

"It's your choice, I can't force you to do anything."

"…Not anymore, you mean." Examining the moping expression on Lelouch, he was about as despondent as everyone else was for walking into that one.

"Euphie… I…"

"What you did to me… what you made me do… the blood of the innocent on my hands, their lives stolen by my words, cannot be undone. It's a cross I will have to bear." The massacre princess claimed coldly, living up to her nickname in the most ironic manner possible.

"No- no, it's not like that! You shouldn't carry that weight! It was I who made that order!" It looked like decades since Lelouch last fretted this badly, and it wasn't any less saddening to witness.

"Do you expect me to shift the guilt entirely unto you and remain blissfully inept? To pretend that I am still the pure and juvenile child fit for your schemes!?" Euphemia's cry was ripe with a multitude of emotions, most too foreign for Kallen to relate. "Never! It is my name the masses spit out in contempt, not yours! And I won't let you take that from me for your shallow sense of atonement!"

"I… I see." What did Lelouch wish to say but couldn't? Nobody knew.

"Lelouch… as likely as you're to assume so, I do not blame you for what you did. You used me, you have condemned me to this crime, but… you weren't in the wrong to do so. We were oppositions on the board, enemies to overcome. I was foolish to allow myself to be exploited, thus you bested me."

"Euphie- that cannot be further from the case… I never thought of you like another piece." Weaker than before, Lelouch mustered an ineffective retort. Ineffective because his sister was more or less preaching to herself than anything else.

"I do not blame you, Lelouch… no. I resent you. You took everything from me, and by a miracle not of your doing was I able to reignite that resentment. I promise you this, I will hold that resentment within me… until I find my love for you again, brother."

Back during the days when the rebellion was still young, Euphemia was never truly detested by the people any more than the rest of the Britannian royalties, much less so, in fact. The Japanese just thought of her as a figurehead, a spineless princess sheltered by the status she received at birth. In a way, her massacre permanently changed the world's assessment of her in a flash, seeing her as just a crazed tyrant.

Somehow, neither viewpoints were correct. The Euphemia that lived and breathed before them was a force of determination and wit, filled with motivation and persistence.

"I… I accept that declaration from you." Given the situation Lelouch found himself in, he didn't have many choices other than recognition.

Kururugi Suzaku, Knight of Zero

"Are you pleased with yourself, Euphie?"

"Euphoric." Suzaku could only shake his head.

"Please don't pull stunts like that again."

"Give me a solid reason not to." Euphemia dangled her bare legs off the sofa, swinging them back and forth like she hadn't got a care in the world. Meanwhile, Suzaku was the one bogged down doing the heavy lifting that came with packing up her temporary residence.

"You're being childish, Euphie. I can understand you're upset with Lelouch for what he did, but it isn't right to take your revenge through such methods." Maybe Suzaku was the one treating the killer of his loved one too leniently, or he had grown too jaded to let the cycle of hatred fester.

"Oh? What's that? Are you calling me out? Should I have just shot him like he did to me? Would you've preferred that!?" Evidently, Euphemia didn't take his suggestion too well.

"Is that something you can bear having on your conscience?"

"I haven't tried, Lelouch seems to be doing just fine." Euphemia was riled up, something she seldomly did in her past life.

"He has to face his own demons, we all do. That's why you shouldn't make yours any stronger." Suzaku understood that the sins of his past would one day catch up to him, no matter how far he ran or how sneaky he hid. However, to him, Euphemia was still as pure as the day she was born, even if the soiled girl didn't believe so herself.

"It's not fair, not fair… not fair! All I ever wanted was to do the right thing! I didn't deserve to be put down like a dog in the streets!" In her warranted frustration, Euphie slammed her fists down on the dresser beside her bed. However, instead of a gratifying smash resonating in the air, all she produced was a dull thud.

"I know it may seem that way, that the world is plotting against you, I felt similarly when I lost you… but I was able to have you back, and that's what matters the most to me."

"For all the lip service you pay me, your title is still the Knight of Zero, the Emperor's knight."

"Euphie…" Suzaku had patience like a saint whenever he was in the company of his lover, but that girl really knew how to push his buttons, intentionally or otherwise. "It's a necessity for… a plan we agreed on."

"A plan that you'll never share with me."

"Not yet, one day I will. Although… at the rate things are, our plan might just fall through because of you. And… I'm glad for it, actually. I hope that things can mellow out from here, then we can go back to the way we were."

"Together?" A newfound hope was in her tone, replacing the painful bitterness from before. Her radiant purple eyes were glistening with dreams of a better tomorrow, a tomorrow that Suzaku would gladly share with her.

"Always. Now, would Her Highness please, carry one of her five luggage bags for her move? The smallest one with wheels would suffice."

"Well, if I must depreciate myself, it would be for you."

Aries Imperial Villa

"Do you think it carries any special meanings for Lelouch to move me to where his mother used to live?"

"I honestly have no clue." If there was an ironic catharsis in there somewhere, Suzaku couldn't find it.

"Well… the villa isn't too bad, I guess. I can now rot away in a bigger cell, a gilded cage."

"The situation won't be permanent, I promise."

"Right, until you and Lelouch work out how to best swipe me under the rug." Euphie quipped harshly, although at this point Suzaku had grown exhausted at retreading the same old squabbles.

"Can we please talk about something else? Anything else?"

"…Fine, let's speak of something you're interested in." Somehow, that was the request which totally stumped Suzaku.

"…What do you… wanna talk about?"

"Oh… bother…"

As the pair continued struggling to find a discussion that wasn't revolved around Lelouch, a handful of housemaids welcomed them to the estate and took their belongings- mostly Euphie's, off Suzaku's hands. Their behaviour wasn't too out of the ordinary, making it difficult for the knight to guess whether the Emperor gave them the supernatural workaround or not.

"We don't really have that much in common… huh?" Euphemia remarked dejectedly, the smile over her face seemed so artificial in the brink of an eye.

"We can fix that, I hope. We just need to spend more time together."

"How embarrassing… oh well, let's start by you helping me unpack." Cutely, the young princess winked, reminding Suzaku why he went through heaven and hell for her, quite literally.

"I've been doing that a lot lately."

Suzaku was going to continue his joke, but an approaching servant stopped him. "-Excuse me, Your Highness. His Majesty would like for you to have this." Carefully presenting to Euphemia, the maid offered a slick new smartphone for the renounced royalty.

"How about that…" Euphie was moderately surprised, albeit it wasn't characterized outwardly. "Did Lelouch say anything about gifting me this?"

"No, Your Highness, this is it." Her task completed; the maid turned to leave.

"Stop. Let me look at you." However, Euphemia disagreed with the working girl's schedule and made her stand still as she thoroughly scrutinized her. "You're… not Japanese, are you?"

"N-no, Your Highness." A whiff of nervousness slipped out from the girl's mouth. Despite her blonde hair and blue eyes, Euphie wasn't so easily persuaded.

"Alright, dismissed." Eventually, once she had her fill of uncomfortably occupying someone else's personal space, Euphie gave the pass.

"Yes, Your Highness." The housemaid scurried away, leaving behind no trace.

"Euphie, doing okay?" The Knight of Zero wasn't sure which tone to address his princess at that time, so he chose to react casually.

"Yeah… I feel compelled to know, but once it washes over, I'm back to normal."

"I'll make sure your condition won't be permanent as well."

"Thanks, love." Abashedly, Euphie planted a light kiss on Suzaku's cheek and dashed away upstairs before he could fully comprehend what happened.

"So, you still want me to help you unpack… or!?" Suzaku shouted after her, deciding if he should chase after the elusive shadow.

"How embarrassing…"

— —

"Suzaku, I have a formal appeal I wish to make."

"More formal than helping you make your new room?" Euphie's lack of retort demonstrated how serious she was. In fact, she was so serious that the stern expression which Suzaku rarely witnessed when they were alone was on full display.

"What can I do?" Mirroring the gravity Euphemia was emitting, the Japanese pilot paused his arrangement of the flowers by the balcony and sat down beside her.

"Suzaku, take me to Japan, to Kyoto."

"What? Why?" There were so many thoughts running across his mind the second Euphemia dropped her bombshell of a request on him, but the lit screen of her new phone was what stopped him from putting his concern into words.

"An email? From whom?"

"Nunnally. It was sent to my private account. I trust it to be genuine." Piece by piece, things were starting to click.

"She… asked to see you? In Kyoto?"

"It's the UFN's new capital, after Tokyo got…" Euphemia didn't finish, the grimace on Suzaku's face must have stopped her.

"What's she doing there?" The Devicer didn't dwell too long on it, believing it not to be the time.

"She didn't clarify, she says that she's the one responsible for the turmoil in Europe? Whatever that means." Startlingly, Suzaku didn't find himself absolutely floored speechless. After all, it was Lelouch's sister they were talking about.

"Recently, the UFN acquired Germany and France, it's making a sizeable uproar around the globe. We suspected that it was Schneizel's hands at work behind the senses… but this- well, I suppose it's still him, he's just using Nunnally." The last bit of Suzaku's prediction he wasn't so assured of. "Or I hope not."

"Is that what she's up to now? Admirable, if my brother isn't just using her, of course."

"I can only pray for that to not be the case. Lelouch believes for her to be an adult now, capable of making her own decisions and I'm inclined to agree."

"Her mail does sound awfully mature. It reads like a professional letter, says that she wants us to meet face to face, see eye to eye. Curious phrasing…"

"I guess that means a video call won't do." Euphemia knowingly nodded, she was the one seeking Suzaku's consent for her trip in any case.

"Nunnally… I haven't seen her since… the school festival at Ashford."

"It was simpler times back then." Strangely, Euphie giggled merrily, breaking their downbeat ambience. "What is it?"

"…No, I just remembered that when we last spoke at her school, we were also reminiscing the simpler times of our childhood."

"The world moves forward, and so do we. We look back to the past for inspiration and motivation, but we can never go back…"

"You know, that'd sound a lot more convincing coming from anyone that isn't you." Suzaku shot her a look that asked for an explanation, but Euphemia simply pointed at herself.

"I… you're my inspiration and motivation, Euphie." The princess smiled again, nostalgically.

"Very smooth, love."

"I try. Sometimes need to try harder though." Suzaku attempted to hide his blush, almost mystified that he still could.

"I've yet to thank you for bringing me back, Suzaku. I believe it is long overdue." Politely, yet still carrying her dignity as a child of the imperial blood, Euphemia rose and presented herself elegantly before him.

"I, Britannia's third princess, Euphemia li Britannia, hereby solemnly swear to you. Kururugi Suzaku, that from hereon forth, my life- this life you've given me is yours to wield as you see fit. That I shall forever be with you, be of assistance to you, be made of devotion and love for you. I ask you not to do the same for me, as I already know what length you have gone to save me."

As Suzaku froze mutely hearing the decree of loyalty and affection Euphie held for him, his mind raced at a speed he never imagined possible. In the brief moments that was her confession, their roles as protector and lord were reversed. Whether his position as a Knight of Rounds was elevated or hers as a disgraced princess was demoted, their standings were equivalent for the first time since they have known each other.

Euphemia saw him as her partner, she actively sought after it.

"Euphie-! I-!" Quickly, the pink-haired teen leaned over and placed her index finger over his mouth.

"Shhh… you have a knack for ruining special moments, Suzaku. Please… don't." And he didn't, not that he could voice his complaint when Euphemia connected their lips. Twice in one day, she took him by surprise, and twice he wasn't the least bit sour about it.

"Suzaku… I will never leave you again, I will live forever if I have to."

"That… would be nice."

"And I definitely won't grow old and grumpy like a certain someone with green hair."

"That… would be nicer."

For a while after that, the two of them merely sat beside one another leaning against each other, totally in peace and fulfilment.

"So… about that trip I wanted."

"Why do I feel like I'm being emotionally manipulated?" His concern was aborted when Euphie slung her weight and pushed him down yet again, although it didn't dispel it entirely.

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Author's note

I remember someone calling me out a long time ago for including Euphemia as cheat drama and that she'll just screw things up more. Dude, you caught me, man. You totally killed me, guess I'll just delete this whole story now.

But seriously, I feel having Euphemia stir up some stuff is going to be predictable no matter what. I'm trying to write a real and serious story here (mostly), and that means there're some unavoidable tropes I have to use. Like the 'characters misunderstand each other and cause drama' kinda trope. Although that hasn't happened yet? Not too sure.

This being a Euphemia-centered chapter, I hope that her chemistry with Suzaku isn't too out of whack. I want to think regardless of what she says, she's still happy and proud of Suzaku for making it to the Rounds. And even though he killed like thirty million people (How does the math work? Tokyo has a population of ten million IRL, and you'd think most of them are evacuated before the battle. Even if that isn't true, can the two militaries make up another twenty million people? This's like the CoD 4 nuke scene except way out of proportion, in my opinion.), she's the only one who really understands how he feels having done that and can see pass it.

So I guess what I'm saying here is I enjoy their ship and want to write it in a likeable manner.

I'm really grateful for everyone that's been supporting me, my upload has slowed down, but I'm doing my best to keep it constant. Obviously receiving reviews, favourites and follows motivates me, but just seeing the view court climb up makes me pretty happy. So if you enjoyed this video, leave a like. If you didn't, too bad there's no dislike. I'm totally down to have a dislike button though, lets me know which stories are truly good.

Reply to some reviews real fast.

Replying to Islamy talking about the hashtag MassacrePrincess: Sorry man, not sure if you're joking or not with what you said. The logic here is the public bringing back an old hashtag that trended when the SAZ thing happened, using it again since she made another appearance. Although it doesn't matter too much in the long run, just a way for Euphemia to return to the world.

Replying to KingofHeartless'09 talking about the anime reference: Bro no, that's supposed to be Berserk. Get it? It's funny because Suzaku has the same VA as Griffith, now please laugh.

Replying to Darksenin talking about racers and pit babe? I honestly have no idea what you're talking about, sorry. If it's in regards to the model car Lelouch passed her it'll come back to be relearnt soon.

Replying to Marche V talking about Euphemia's reveal and Zero requiem: Lelouch and Suzaku do not have a super plan to just kick into Requiem mode. They both enjoy the slice of life portions of their days and are just having a good time wherever they can. Also, thanks for the chapter title inspiration.

Replying to Divide by Zero talking about Euphemia's Geassed state in depth:

Thanks for leaving your review. Now, my opinion on memories is that the brain is altered under the effect of Geass, that's why people forget what happened once it wears off, since Euphemia died while the Geass was still active, her altered mindset never reverts back even after being revived. So even if a Geass canceller is used on her, it won't change anything since the Geass itself is gone, but her brain is still altered. That's why she isn't constantly trying to kill Suzaku since it's effect has lessened because the year that passed and the imperfect reconstruction of her brain.

In this chapter, when Euphemia said Lelouch promised to work together on the SAZ and give up his plan before Geassing her, that was referring to their conversation in the G-1. So yes, Euphemia more or less remembers everything. That's all I can say for now without getting into spoilers, but I promise I have her character mostly planned out. You just have to trust me on it. I also want to point out that since the scene with her takes place from Suzaku's PoV, the narration is just his interpretation on her thoughts, whether Euphemia really hates Lelouch or not is up to future chapters, it'll be a pretty sizable plot point though.

That's all I got.

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