This story was inspired by many CG time travel fictions I have read over the course of the year and a few of my personal ideas and choices. I have in mind to follow this story up with continuation with 'Akito the Exiled' with my own twists and turns influenced by this story and of course the R2 with the same changes.

If anyone is up to help me with this You've welcomed to PM me!

(although I know none like that exist)

Anyway, enjoy!

"..." - normal talk

'...' - thoughts

"Lelouch vi Britania orders you to review and like this story!" - Geass orders (seriously! this story can be influenced by your comments!)

"Having a bad day, are we?!"

Those words immediately stirred him up. Quickly opening his eyes only to look upon the lavender-haired 'mad' scientist that had the ever-present goofy smile on his face. Startled by the fact that Lloyd was in front of him and his face was missing the mask of Zero, Suzaku Kururugi quickly jerked his torso up and in doing so he noticed the presence of indigo haired miss Cecile that supported the man threw out his endeavors.

He moved his head around trying to locate the mask of Justice but to no avail, as then a cold realization came on him. This was not his room or even anything he has been sleeping in lately. No this was...

"You lost your chance to go to heaven, Private Kururugi?"

'Private? What the-?!' thought Suzaku trying to collect his thoughts as quickly as possible in this situation. He did not understand, he just killed his best friend and yet - here he was in a military medical bay, reliving his first meeting with members of the Camelot research team.

"Hmm? Is something wrong?" asked Lloyd.

"Eh... no, it's just... where...?"

"Hm? Ah. Still in the Shinjuku ghetto."

"With Prince Clovis near, it is probably the safest place there is." chipped in Cecile, but Suzaku already stopped listening afterword 'Shinjuku'.

'Impossible! Shinjuku ghetto!? That's-!'

"Um... excuse me but what date is today?" he asked with a tone of confusion and reserves' that the two scientists felt and looked at each other perplexed by the nature of the question.

"Well, it is 10th August year 2017 a.t.b." answered the female of the trio present.

At that moment it became clear to Suzaku that this had to be some kind of a mistake or a dream because if Cecile was correct then - this was the past! But how?! Why?!

"Um... Mr. Suzaku, this was what protected you."

As he looked up he saw the damaged and broken pocket watch that he lost after the massacre at the SAZ. But if it was here then, this was truly the past.

"If I remember correctly the Elevens had a faith that gods live inside objects of value to them. I guess this one-"

"Umm... what's the situation?"

"It looks like the poison gas was released. There have been massive Eleven causalities reports coming in."

"They don't seem to have found the perpetrators yet."

'It's the same. Just as back then... if so then-' while looking at his watch Suzaku's mind was working in high gear to get a grip on this whole matter. If he really was in past then he could make amends for every sin he made, he could save HER-

"Private Kururugi," his name called by Lloyd made him look at him and his smile as he realized what the eccentric Lord was about to ask him; "how much experience do you have in piloting a Knightmare Frame?"

"...at least 200 hours on simulators of Glasgow and Sutherland type. But there is no way for an Eleven to be made a knight." he answered calmly.

'Impressive' "What if you could?" asked Lloyd as he kept his smile up after hearing the number of his training.

The look at Suzuaku's face did not change which made both scientists think that he did not fully understand what Lloyd was asking but decided to continue their case.

"Congratulation! The only Knightmare of its type in the world is waiting for you! Mount it and it'll all change. You and your world."

"Whether you want or not." ended Cecile the idea behind her 'boss' sentence to the young man.

Suzaku's face first adopted a more relaxed form as he looked away at his watch once more starting to grip it stronger.

'Even if this some kind of a sick joke or a true miracle...' he closed his eyes and made the decision that truly defined his life from now on. He then looked up at the pair with a firm expression of determination and a flame of passion burning inside his eyes which mad the female surprise and male scientist become even more interested in the young man than before.

"What am I to do?" he finally answered as he grabbed the golden key from Lloyd's hand.

"Well, for now, I propose you read the manual in the next room and start putting on the pilot suit. We still need the approval of his highness after all."

"Understood."

Suzaku stood up while he started to feel pain from his wound on the chest but decided to ignore it as he made his way to the changing room, leaving the researches alone.

After he left the room Lloyd ciphered; "Interesting fellow, wouldn't you say?" he directed the question at his assistant.

"Well... I would call him more determination than anything ells in this situation."

"Indeed..." then he adopted a puzzled look and asked his companion; "Say did his medical log mention anything about that peculiar tattoo on his back?"

Understanding his interest as she herself did not see anything like that before as well, checked her computer terminal for his medical records.

"It seems that he did not have it when signing up. Maybe he got it after admitting to the army?"

"Most likely... but what an interesting shape it has."

"Only 30 minutes left!" said frustrated young woman piloting a red 4th generation Knightmare Frame - Glasgow.

Kallen Kozuki was many things: beautiful young woman with pale red hair and deep sapphire blue eyes combined with perfect proportion for a girl her age was truly a sight to behold, a star student in prestigious Britannian academy who acted like a sickly rich girl when using her father's name - Stadtfeld for a cover of her real self, a stubborn, bull-headed warrior with a flair for fighting, dreaming of freeing her country of birth - Japan from clutches of Britania and fulfilling her brothers dream of freedom.

But at the moment she was running for her life as two Sutherlands from 'Purist' faction came up on her tail. Despite the lack of one arm on her machine she still had the confidence to take out one of those extremists, but two? That was a suicide.

The only hope left for her was a miracle.

"The west entrance."

At the sound of an unfamiliar voice, her head snapped to look at her radio taped to the frame's dashboard.

"Use the train tracks to move over to the west entrance!"

"Who is this?! How did you get this code?!"

Because of her personality, Kallen always had problems with taking orders, especially if they came from someone she didn't even know. But whoever was on the other side of the line kept quiet at her outburst of anger and asked her a simple question.

"Do you want to win?"

She froze at that moment; 'Win? Against Britania?' That's what they all wanted but they could never do it but this voice - whoever it belonged to was filled with confidence that together they could win.

Then something came over her as she tightened her grip on controllers and pushed machines land spinners to the limit as she headed forwards the west entrance as she was instructed. Before Sutherlands could catch up with her she fired off a slash harkens at the edge of tracks and allowed the wires to pull her machine up.

"Hey! What do I do now?"

"Since you listened to me, you get to win. Continue forward and jump on to the oncoming train."

As she looked back the Sutherlands followed her up and continued their advance on her.

'Dame persistent bunch.' she thought but then a warning came as the train that voice predict. Before it could run her over she made her machine jump on to the train and as she touched the roof of the vehicle the land spinners aligned them self with the surface.

After gaining a safe distance from the front of the train where the leader of Purist faction she could identify as Jeremiah Gottwald she turned around just in time to witness her second pressure jump up to finish her off.

However, to her surprise, two slash harkens crushed into their units chest and arm making the pilot escape in a pod before exploding. Following the line of retracting harkens, she saw another Sutherland model hiding inside the half destroyed building.

"You there, what's your unit?! Our target is the woman in Glasgow!"

The only answer he got was a gunfire aimed at his frame. His left land spinner was destroyed and left forearm blasted off. The whole scene was a complete surprise for Kallen but then she considered that this Southerland could belong to that voice.

Trusting her gut she spun forward and launched her own hearken at the disabled machine and just like before pilot decided to bail out and the machine was blown to smithereens.

"Thanks, whoever you are. But how did you get your hands on a Sutherland? Huh?"

As soon as she looked at the place her savior was supposedly at, it was already empty.

"Where did he-?"

"Hey, Kallen! You OK?"

At the mention of her name she looked in front and saw Ohgi and the other running up to her.

"What was with that radio message just now?"

"Eh? He contacted you guys as well?"

Before anyone could answer her, the radio on Ohgi's waste sparked to life.

"Are you the leader of this group?"

Startled and surprised the former teacher picked up his radio. He still doubted himself as to the position he has been left with after the death of his best friend and the former leader of their group, Naoto but it seemed that everyone trusted him most and although not exactly happy with it he accepted the position to make sure no one ells from his friends needed to die.

"Uh, y-yeah."

"Look inside the crates on the train. Think of them as my gift to you and insurance for your victory."

At the bold proclamation Kallen used her machine to open one of the crates and when she saw what was inside it she became speechless. Other members of the resistance cell started to open other crates in pairs and could only copy Kallen in her expression.

"If you wish to win use them and follow my orders."

Every crate was loaded to full with brand-new, fresh of factory Sutherland-type Knightmare frames.

"There's more over here!" shouted Inoue.

"Here too!" this time exclaimed Tamaki.

"This is amazing! Let's at least there what he has to say!" proposed by Sugiyama.

Still amazed at the sight of the cargo Kallen questioned the possibility of such thing even occurring.

"All of this...? But how...?"

"Woman in the Glasgow!" once again the mysterious voice spoke to her.

"Y-yes!"

"What is the status of your energy filler?"

"Um, about 15 minutes worth."

"Very well, change into a new pack and stay in that machine. It is well suited for running decoy. I'll contact you again in 10 minutes with further instruction."

"Wait!" shouted Ohgi; "Who are you? You saved a very dear friend of ours, at least give us a name."

Everyone was wondering the same thing who exactly was this guy? The JLF personnel? Or maybe some kind of a new player? Either way, they were all extremely interested in it.

"I cannot do that. There is a possibility that those lines are typed... but if it means that much to you. For now, call me... K-1."

'The controls on this thing are too slow. Seems I became too much accustomed to Shinkiro.'

"Still... maybe I should have killed her when I had the chance." mused Lelouche in a quiet voice as he was referring to his encounter with Villeta just moments ago.

"Well, this time I did add for her to forget anything she saw after entering that destroyed building so there shouldn't be any problems for now." 'Besides she and Ohgi did have some feelings for each other...'

"Must you always speak to yourself whenever contemplating something?" asked a very annoyed voice from his lap. Sitting their while massaging her temples was C.C. with a clearly tired expression.

"I see you're not only as charming as ever but you seem to remember everything Cera." calling her by the true name only he knew certainly made her look at his face with a soft gaze and small but happy smile.

"Indeed although this is certainly not something even I had experienced before. How exactly is this possible?"

"Don't look at me witch. I thought you were the expert when it came to Geass related incidents."

"Like I said I never traveled back in time. I'm just as surprised as you and wouldn't mind hearing the thousand or so of your theories concerning this peculiar situation."

"We may discuss it at another time. Right now we have the battle to win."

While not exactly content with the answer she decided to trust her warlock in this case; "... What's the situation?"

"For now we are in the clear. I'm trying to follow the script as much as I can without making any major changes, although I did add to Villetta's command to forget about everything when she entered that building in her Knightmare."

"Hmm... so what now? We wait for Kallen and the rest?"

"Yes, but I do have an additional objective in this case." at that she looked back to see the ever-present 'evil grin' of her partner visible clearly on his face.

"I do hope I won't have to take another bullet for you this time around."

"..." the silence she received certainly made her think a second time if she was correct to put her full trust in her contractor.

While looking back at his history, Jeremiah Gottwald started to consider where everything has gone wrong? At his youth not only was he able to serve as a guard for the Empress Mairiane but he was assigned to protect her children which most of the times resulted in him having to play with young princess Nunnally in gardens of Aries villa but engage in chess matches against prince Lelouche whenever he needed to train in preparation for his match with prince Shnizel. He was contented and honored to serve as he considered the vi Brittania line most worthy of his services. But then that horrible night came and took away every bit of those happy times. Then he decided to distance himself from his failure by signing for transfer under prince Clovis as he heard rummers he conducted searches for his lost sibling who were sent as political hostages to Japan now doubted Area 11.

Yet in the end there were no clues, not even whispers of their whereabouts and then he lost hope for finding them but then he decided to join Purist Faction and was able to climb to the position of their leader but in the end even that did not help him find any information about the children of Empress. And now not only was he bested by an Eleven but a terrorist was able to go get his hands on a Sutherland model, what a disgrace!

As continuing his way to the command center a Knightmare came speeding in at the Margrave. But his thought process about requesting help was stopped as it aimed its rifle and fired a few warning shots in front of him. Pulling his sidearms he aimed it at the machine, knowing that it wouldn't do much but he would be damned before dying without a fight. But then the speaker in machine activated and carried a sound of the young voice to the soldier.

"Margrave Jeremiah Gottwald, the present leader of Purist Faction. Graduated military academy at the top of his class, immediately assigned to gourd the woman you admired and secretly loved... Marianne vi Brittania."

Jeremiah's eyes widen in surprise; 'How in the hell does he knows that?!'

"The only reason you even joined the Purist was in order to further investigate her assassination, not to mention trying to find her children that were exiled to this country before the invasion."

"! You! Who the hell are you?!"

At his question, the cockpit slides open and from it stood up a boy in a black uniform with gold trims and decorations. Using on bored stirrup he descended to the ground level and walked forward to meet him.

"A student?" 'What is a Britianian doing with a bunch of Eleven terrorists?' asked dumfound Jeremiah as he got a closer look at him. He had raven black hair and purple colored eyes. He seemed familiar...

"I see your attitude has not changed."

"What?"

"Hm? Have you truly forgotten me?" asked the boy in an amused tone; "Then again that is to be expected. After all, the last time we saw each other was 7 years ago at the Aries Villa."

That was the final nail he needed. At his realization, the gun threatened to fall from his hands as a realization came upon him.

"Y-you're-!"

"That's right."

The Britanian youngster smiled as Jeremiah fell on his knees with tears starting to swell up.

"Former eleventh prince of Holy Britanian Empire, seventeenth in line to the throne and eldest son of late fifth imperial consort Marianne,... Lelouch vi Britania."

The young prince's eyes gleamed as he adopted a fiendish grin while staring dead into Margraves' face.

"It's good that you remembered me, but there is something much more important that you should remember."

At that Lelouche's eyes gained a red glow to them and a strange bird-like sigil appeared instead of his iris.

"Awaken, knight of Orange!"

With that commend and brief flash of first red then blue light, memories he never knew started to overwhelm his mind, yet they felt oddly familiar.

The arrest of Suzaku Kururugi, followed by the 'Orange' incident.

His defeat at Narita and experiments conducted by Bartley on him

Assignment by V.V. and revelation about the 11th prince.

The F.L.E.I.J.A. bombing of Tokyo settlement.

The prince accession to the position of Emperor

And finally the Zero Requiem, the plan his prince and Kururugi crafted in order to bring peace to the world.

"F-forgive me, your majesty! I did not realize-" but before he could finish he remembered very clearly how his lord was stabbed by Kururugi.

And yet here he stood, wearing Ashford academy uniform none less. As he looked up he saw his prince with a warm smile and offering his hand to help stand up.

"You may want to calm down old friend there will be time for an explanation but for now the show has begun a new and we need to continue playing the script."

So yeah. Chapter 1 is already out and the following chapter should follow soon enough. Oh! And if anyone noticed the 'tattoo' part do remember it - it is pretty important to the story.

See you later. :-)