The Lost Head of Britannia

"You…you evil bastard!"

The echoes of the outraged cry could be heard all over the mysterious World of C; yet there were only two people who could actually hear it, or more accurately, one person and various pieces of another person.

"Yeah, yeah, I get that a lot" was the smug reply "yet I'm afraid I can't take that seriously coming from you of all people, father".

Lelouch smirked at the incinerating look the white haired head gave him; if looks could kill, which was probably a possible Geass power, well, he wouldn't be thinking of that possibility right now.

His thirst for revenge had mostly sated after Charles had headed into such an uncomfortable position, yet he could not resist giving him a rather rough noogie, to "test his response to physical stimulations". Oh, how he had hated Suzaku for that back when they were still best friends! Judging by the Emperor's reaction it was definitely a family thing, but in his case it must have been even worse because of the sheer humiliation. Well, he did deserve it.

Meanwhile, Charles let out a resigned sigh. He still couldn't believe the guts of his son: he would have never expected something so brilliantly crazy from him. Immortality had made him careless.

He stared longingly at his torso, which was near him: it was true after all that one would only realize the value of things after losing them. His nose was itching: he would have gladly exchanged Area 11 for an index finger! Or even a pinky.

"Now it's finally time for you to answer my questions, father" said Lelouch, bringing him out of his reverie. His son was gazing at him, a deadly serious scowl on his face.

"If it is about the events of eight years ago, I can not answer you" was the defiant reply.

Lelouch glanced eloquently at the chainsaw, which still lay beside him, the glint of madness shining in his eyes again. "Speak, or I shall make a jigsaw of you".

"As I told you, I can not answer this question. I think I may have used my own Geass on myself to replace the memories concerning the events of that fateful day, so unless you're interested in hearing a conspiracy theory about, well, giant, mind-controlling…alien bunnies… I suggest you to give up. I had drunk that night…" he added, in response to his son's incredulous gaze. Judging by his temporary mental instability he doubted he was ready to face the truth about Marianne. And the jigsaw threat actually bothered him. He really didn't want to push his immortality to such an extreme level…he smiled inwardly, proud of his inventive.

He then proceeded to prevent the likely objection about to come at him by asking a question of his own. "You know, there's a matter which has been bugging me for a while. Is there a particular reason you took such an utmost care in annihilating my efforts to activate Ragnarok? I am quite certain you have no idea of what my intentions really are".

"Shut up!" snapped Lelouch angrily "You're not in the position to demand me anything. You are clearly up to no good, and a jerk, and that's reason enough for me to cut you to pieces. It's a personal matter, as I am sure you can understand".

Charles smirked at him and replied: "As I suspected, you are indeed clueless and your flawed logic makes matters even worse. I have the best intentions, although I am ready to admit that my approach to obstacles has been quite a rough one; that certainly didn't help me earn sympathy from the world. Nevertheless, I am firmly convinced that the end justifies the means, a belief which was inherited by you and Schneizel. It's a shame both of you turned on me, really".

Lelouch was taken aback by the almost regretful tone of the last statement. He remained silent for a while, then sighed and said somewhat distastefully: "The fact that you now are a talking head apparently makes you more believable. That doesn't make sense though. Anyway, I guess it's ironic that we both got dumped by our respective factions, who have now established a truce. Don't worry though: we won't follow their example! You are a cruel heartless bastard and I still have a chainsaw. This won't change, no matter what. Now hurry up and tell me about the Sword of Akasha."

"It's…it's a giant sword I need to defeat the evil bunnies!" shouted the beheaded Emperor, effectively startling his son who, as a result, almost stumbled with fatal consequences into his sharp tool. Chuckling to himself, Charles thought that even if that couldn't really be called revenge he did at least get back for the noogie. He was feeling particularly light-headed…he shook the feeling off, since it probably was a side effect of his peculiar condition.

Lelouch collected himself and sent his father a deadly glare, the Geass symbol on his left eye flashing threateningly at him like a warning sign. Not wanting the lurking dark side of the rebellious prince to show itself, Charles spoke again with a serious tone of authority, which was pretty impressive despite the momentary lack of stature and a diaphragm.

"As I am sure you have already figured out, Ragnarok is merely the name of the event that will be triggered through the use of the Sword of Akasha which, as you can see, is still waiting to be activated in front of you. The term comes from the Old Norse mythology and indicates a battle between the gods, whose consequences will be 'the death and the rebirth of the world'. In reality, things aren't quite as simple…"

Thirty minutes later Lelouch was feeling the familiar boredom of school periods, with the only difference that he couldn't take a nap because of the unnerving gaze of the Head of Britannia fixed at him. He sighed and interrupted the passionate lecture: "That is enough. I need more time to consider the very…insightful…information you just gave me. This is a matter of extreme importance and though I admit that I was maybe too quick to deem your intentions as "evil", the use of the Sword is risky enough to require a careful and thorough examination. By the way, I hate you".

"Likewise, son. Take your time…only if it can fit in your tight schedule, of course!" roared Charles, his head almost bouncing up and forth from laughter. "Keep in mind that we're in a separate dimension right now, in which the time flow is different. How exactly, that I can not say, but it's definitely faster. The explosion you caused by destroying the portal still has to settle down".

"Oh, just shut up already".

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Lelouch stood up, tired of staring at the whirling black twin pillars of Akasha. He glanced at his father, who was apparently trying to reach his bust by rolling on the floor, without much success judging by his frustrated expression. That gave him an idea, which made him prepare his best evil grin.

"I just had a wonderful idea, father…we could play some football to pass the time, since we are trapped here eternally and all. That would certainly give you a totally different… perspective of the sport, don't you think?"

"What? Have you lost your mind, Lelouch?" was the irate reply.

"Have you lost your head, Charles?" retorted the former Black Knights leader mockingly.

"You should be ashamed of yourself. Those bad puns of yours are unworthy of the royal family you belong to".

"SHUT UP!"

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AN: So, here's the second chapter, about twice as long as the first one. I'm not used to writing that much in English so please, leave a little comment .

Next Chapter: Lelouch and Charles can't do much other than talk, and slowly their conversation drifts towards more personal matters…hilarity ensues.

Disclaimer: Don't own Code Geass.