Those of you familiar with German might understand the title of this chapter, because if you do, it's a very good title. Otherwise, I might as well have called it 'Cyrus Dropped Da Bomb', but I didn't want any Yvan Eht Nioj

Nightmare Syndrom, I wasn't offended. Just a little surprised at your lack of faith. And in the original Code Geass, there was no Red.

IMPORTANT: I intend to write a novel in the future that will involve many fight scenes like this one. I need you to tell me how you felt about this battle, because it's different from what I normally do but this is what I want to be able to do.

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"Empress Marianne." The witch bowed as she entered the lab.

"C.C.." the dark haired empress smiled, turning her head from the lab table to look at her friend. "Thank you for coming. I require your assistance with a little project of mine."

"Of course milady." C.C. nodded, approaching her friend. "How can I be of-"

She stopped dead when she saw the blood.

"Oh, don't be alarmed." Marianne told her, gesturing to the hole in her belly. "Charles and I conceived last night. Look." She asked, holding up a petri-dish. "This is my next child."

C.C.'s eyebrows furrowed. "What are you trying to accomplish with this?"

"I was hoping that you could donate one of your ovaries." Marianne told her. "I know that you cannot produce children, but if I extract DNA from your eggs and implant them in this fertilised egg of mine, then the child could only be of greatness."

C.C. took a scalpel from the worktop and slipped out of her dress. "You intend to create a child that was born with the Code?" she asked the empress, wincing as she sliced her own abdomen open. "It will have some of my abilities, but immortality will not be one of them."

"Oh, of course." Marianne smiled as blood spilled onto the floor. "But when either you or Cyrus gives the infant the Geass, this one will also have multiple other abilities to grow into." The witch almost vomited as she slipped her hand into her own insides and began searching for the ovary. "One I am confident that it will receive will be the power to sense aura. Yes, this one will be able to know someone's soul with just a touch."

"Such senses will not grow naturally, no matter how you engineer the child milady." C.C. pointed out, handing the empress her ovary as the useless organ reformed inside of her.

"Oh, I know." Marianne replied, taking C.C.'s gift gratefully. "I may have to remove one of this child's senses in order for it to achieve its potential."

The empress placed the ovary onto a tray and took a syringe from the sterilised water. "Yes, removing the child's sight should cause her dormant senses to awaken…"

"STOP IIIIITTTT!"

"Does it hurt?" Cyrus asked Lelouch. "That your mother and your woman are such monsters?"

The prince gripped the hard dirt, glaring at his uncle. "I am merely sickened that Nunnally's fate was planned from her birth." He replied. "I would accuse you of lying, but these images cannot show lies, can they?"

"Only truths that only were in another place." Cyrus replied. "That truth, however, was true in a thousand worlds, yours is one of them."

Lelouch glared, panting for breath. "Why did either you or C.C. have to give Nunnally the Code?" he asked. "Why not decide there and then?"

"Daddy?" the young Charles asked his father. "Why doesn't Elizabeth have a Geass like we do?"

"We were playing with her earlier, but she didn't know about it." Cyrus explained. "Is it because she's uncle Edwards daughter?"

The older Charles chuckled. "No, it's not that." He told the boys, kneeling down to them. "See, mother can only give the Geass to boys." He explained. "She's special, what's called a 'Code'. It means that she can give the Geass to any boy she kisses."

"Why not girls though?" little Charles asked. "I've seen Elizabeth kiss her mummy."

"And that's fine." The father told them with a smile, standing up from his squat. "But mummy can only give it to boys. Now run along you three."

"Yes father." Viet nodded, leading his two brothers back to the river.

Deep in the catacombs of the Ruins of Alph, team Galactic were preparing for a counter-attack.

That… monster, had burst in here from nowhere and made mincemeat out of half their men and researchers, even the Deoxys they'd unleashed.

Cyrus had trapped it in his Geass, thankfully, but now there was a monster woman, two knights of the round, and Jeremiah.

For Mars, she doubted that it could get any worse.

Which was why she wasn't surprised when she was grabbed from behind.

"Don't say a word." Her attacker whispered into her ear. She felt the man's strength in his arms, and glancing down, he was naked.

She couldn't resist. It wasn't just his strength, but his aura was even more crushing than Cyrus's.

She couldn't even resist as his other hand brushed up her torso and began squeezing on her left breast. "Hm, not bad." The man purred. "Your uniform doesn't give you enough credit."

Mars cringed as he peeled away the hard white plastic from her breast. 'I could kill him.' she thought to herself as the plastic bent out of shape and away from her black bodysuit. 'Just use my Geass on him and he's dead. I could do that easily.' She flinched as the man grabbed the plastic covering of her right breast, slowly peeling it back. 'No, not even that! I just need to drop magnezone's pokéball and I'll be free.'

She gripped the ball in her hand as the man behind her began slipping her distorted white dress off her waist as it fell to the ground. 'So why can't I?'

"Wow." The man behind her whistled, his hand caressing her waist. "You look so good in skin-tight whatever." He began stroking her groin. "But, I just can't seem to find how you take it off…"

Sobbing, Mars reached up a hand and grabbed the collar of her bodysuit, stretching the neck until it came down her shoulder. She dropped magnezone's pokéball in a way so it wasn't released so she could use her other hand to pull her bare arm and shoulder out of the sleeve, exposing the left breast.

The man behind her leant his head forward to confirm her bare breast. "So, it's a one piece that you aren't wearing anything under?"

Mars quietly nodded.

"Damn." The man grunted, stepping away and storming off. "What's a man gotta do to get a pair of pants around here?"

Mars turned silently to watch him walk off. 'W-what the hell..?'

'Gender restrictions on passing the Geass?' Lelouch thought. 'Why? I doubt it has any moral purpose, so why does the contractor have to be a different gender to the Geass User?'

'Love?' Lelouch thought. 'Ashford treats C.C. as a relative, Mao was obsessed with her, even I…'

'Still, that doesn't explain why.' Lelouch continued. 'Besides, in C.C.'s memories I saw a nun with the Code. Shouldn't that mean her contractor was a woman?'

A dark haired teenage girl bathed in the baptism font of the chapel. "Thank you so much sister." She announced, one Geass permanently active. "I've nowhere left to bathe without someone coming to propose to me."

"Oh, not at all Cera." The nun told her with a smile. "A woman should be able to bathe in peace at least twice a year, whether she likes it or not." The nun poked a head around the corner with a smile. "Of course, you do like to be clean, don't you?"

The teenager covered herself. "Hey!" she protested. "Well, yes. I… don't want to go back to before…"

The nun nodded, remembering the young girl without a name that collapsed in the chapel in chains almost ten years before. Since then, Cera had grown into a wonderful young woman, a hard worker, a devout member of the church, and was learning to get by even with one Geass constantly active.

The nun slipped out of the holy tunic and began unbuttoning the undergarments "You're not coming in, are you?"

"Of course." The nun replied, stepping into the water in the nude. "We're all sisters in the Lord, aren't we?"

Cera's eyes were drawn unconsciously to the flesh floating in the water before standing upright and leaving the font. "Y-yes sister." Cera nodded as water dripped from her body. "I'm done, so I'll go prepare dinner."

She closed the door behind her as the nun took the knife in hand, and Cera cringed as he began to mutilate herself- removing god's curse that forbade her from being a woman.

Cera shuddered at the pain her master inflicted upon herself every day. It would just grow back, no matter how many times the nun castrated herself.

"Ah." Lelouch nodded. "I assume you have entered C.C.'s mind once too?"

"Yes." Cyrus nodded. "Perhaps you may enlighten me. You claim to know her true name?"

Lelouch tilted his head. "Did you not hear it?"

"Whenever I try, her name is muted." Cyrus confessed. "All I hear is the sound of a raindrop penetrating a pool of water. Why can you hear it but not I?"

Lelouch grinned. "You're just like Mao, aren't you?" he asked, realising this man's weakness.

C.C. looked down at the man kneeling in the grass, offering her the ring as she held the single rose.

"Who do you think you are?"

Cyrus looked up at the woman. "A child who thinks he is a man, a little boy to me, and you think you can woo me?"

"M-my feelings are true!" Cyrus proclaimed, standing up and holding his chest. "Every time I see you, my heart skips a beat! I see you in my dreams at night, you're my Venus, the only one I want! I love you with all my heart and I promise that I can make you happy!"

"How many times have I heard that promise?" C.C. asked him. "How many men have promised to make me happy, have given me joy for a time, only for them to decay into shells of their former selves, to die and leave me alone? No Cyrus." She told him. "I don't doubt that you can make me happy for a time. But what I want is not happiness. I've had enough men worship me as a goddess."

"But-"

"Shalt thou compare me to a summer's day?" C.C. asked him scathingly. "Or build me a palace to symbolise heaven? Perhaps you intend to paint me into the Sistine chapel, or give me the Holy Grail that Christ himself drank from? No Cyrus." She told him, walking away. "It is not a wonderful man I seek. Not someone to erase the pain."

"I'M JUST LIKE YOU!" Cyrus shouted after her. "Who else can you share eternity with? I won't decay or die C.C." he promised. "I will always be here for you."

C.C. glanced back at him as a young boy ran up to her. "Auntie Settee!" Ashford shouted, jumping up to her. "Auntie Settee!"

She smiled at the boy. "How many times do I have to tell you?" she asked him. "It's C.C.. See-Two." She pronounced.

"But you're so soft like a Settee…" Ashford laughed, rubbing his face into her chest.

"You're going to hurt your wife if you don't grow out of that Ashford." C.C. told him with a smile.

"But I want to marry you auntie C.C.!" Ashford told her.

"I thought you wanted to marry Cornelia." She asked him.

"And Euphie." Ash laughed. "And Nunnally. And Milly. I loves you all!"

Lelouch laughed. "Oh, that was pathetic." he cried, wiping a tear from his eye. "I bet you even scoured through Shakespeare's sonnets and all the romance novels just so you could memorize the right lines to say!"

Cyrus glared at the boy. "You actually did?" Lelouch laughed again. "Didn't you realise that half of them were written about her? Do you even know which Sonnet is her favourite?"

"I doubt you discuss poetry together, boy." Cyrus snarled.

"My Mistress's eyes are nothing like the sun." Lelouch quoted. "Coral is far more red than her lips red, If Snow be white, why then her breasts are dun, If hair be wires, black wires grow on her head, I have seen roses damask'd red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks, And in some perfume is there more delight, Than in the breath from my mistress reeks, I love to hear her speak, Yet well I know That music has a far more pleasing sound, I grant I never saw a goddess go, My mistress when she walks treads on the ground, And yet by heaven I think my love as rare, As any she belied with false compare."

Lelouch grinned. "That's the only Sonnet I ever memorised, because C.C. told me about it while writing my literature essay last year." He told his uncle."She knew the bard like an old friend, but that Sonnet was her favourite because it wasn't about her."

"SHUT UP!" Cyrus roared, a canyon forming under Lelouch's feet. He stepped over it, smiling at his uncle as he regained his composure. "How did you do it?" he snarled. "What makes you so different from those before you?"

Lelouch smiled. "Because I'd bring home the wrong pizza."

"You did this to piss me off, didn't you?" C.C. asked an older Lelouch, glaring at the Meateor Pizza the traitor brought her.

"It's good to have variety in your diet." Lelouch joked, picking up a slice of pizza. He was in a good mood.

C.C. glared at him before tossing a Shadow Ball into his face, knocking him off the table. "Witch." Lelouch smirked, getting to his feet and throwing a Shadow Ball back at her.

It dissipated the moment it touched her. "Pathetic." She smirked, throwing another orb of darkness at him as he ducked under the table.

He got to his feet and launched a psybeam, only to get blown back by a tri-attack.

"Dammit witch." Lelouch growled as C.C. smirked.

"Come on then boy." She taunted. "Can't even take on a pregnant woman?"

The pizza was forgotten, left to go cold.

"That… that's impossible." Cyrus snarled. "What romance-"

"Romance?" Lelouch asked, laughing. "You truly are a fool."

"SILENCE!"

Overcome by the carnage, the young Lelouch fell to his knees, not seeing, not hearing.

"Kill the children." Cyrus told the men, turning to leave. "No witnesses. This shall all happen without incident."

"No."

Cyrus turned around to glance back at the corpses and broken children.

Lelouch had broken like stone, crumbling into sand as he slumped to the ground in horror.

Nunnally, however, had broken like glass, and she bore her jagged shards of sanity like daggers.

Marianne's corpse was launched into the air as dark lightning began sparking around Nunnally. She floated into the air as black sparks began floating around her, cutting away at her clothes as a black skin crawled up her flesh, covering her now naked body up to her chin as the mark of the Geass. Her hair grew longer and wild, turning blonde and sparking with golden electricity as the darkness formed into floating ribbons around her.

Her eyes opened, cruel and unforgiving as she raise her hands. The black ribbons lashed out, slashing at the guards, tearing their heads from their throats. Grey and Gold armour began to form around her loosely and blood stained the black ribbons she used as weapons.

"Not without incident."

Lelouch collapsed onto the floor, vomiting. 'Wh-what?'

"That was the result of your mother's and your beloved's experiments on your sister." Cyrus told Lelouch. "The Geass of True Intentions and the power of the Distortion World- yet she remains to this day unaware of her own repressed bloodlust, constantly fooling herself of the sick charade that she is a harmless, peace loving little girl that would never hurt anyone."

"N-Nunnally…" Lelouch gasped, standing upright.

"And you even believed her." Cyrus chuckled. "Your sister, convinced of her persona, Nemo, killed everyone in that house that night apart from you. Had I not already achieve the Code, I would have lost my own life." He rubbed his throat. "Truly, the perfect sister-"

"SHUT UP!" Lelouch roared, thunder crashing across the scorched sky. "HOW CAN YOU ENJOY THIS?"

Lelouch caught his breath. "How can you enjoy this?" he asked. "For one who threw away their emotions long ago, how can you find pleasure in any of this?"

Cyrus's smile faded, returning to a grim glare. "You are not one to judge me, child."

Lelouch's mouth twisted into a sly grin. "What happened to Viet, Uncle?" he asked. "Where's my other uncle?"

"At the bottom of Lake Michigan." Cyrus told him. "Where I killed him."

C.C. landed the articuno she was riding as the rest of Unit Zero, plus more soldiers from other squads in the Black Knights, arrived in the Ruins of Alph. "Zero is in here." She stated. "There are also multiple new allies, including two Rounds, a former Britannian noble, and a teenage girl named Shirley Fenette."

"WHAT?" Kallen shouted. "What's Shirley doing here?"

"Zero has found a method of saving those devoured by the deoxys." C.C. explained. "Unfortunately, due to the circumstances, Shirley was a test case."

"Test case?" Silver asked suspiciously.

"The deoxys got her, Zero saved her." Rivalz deducted. "C.C. just talks like that."

"If Shirley's here, then we'd better hurry," Kallen said. Rivalz nodded, sharing he concern.

She recalled her ho-oh and mounted her Gurren, preparing to lead the attack as C.C. mounted her raikou, Silver his entei, Rivalz his Regirock, and the other knights in the team on their pokémon. "Let's go."

Emperor Charles Zi Britannia the IV, the ninety-eighth emperor of the Holy Empire of Britannia, smashed the heavy steel door down with his brute strength and sheer rage. "Your highness!" a security guard shouted, running after him.

The Emperor broke his neck with a single back-handed strike. "Be gone plebeian." The Emperor growled, placing two mighty hands on the great stone tomb in the white room. "I have holy matters to attend to."

The surviving guards panicked, then did as the Emperor dictated as the bear of a man wrenched the heavy ornamental lid from the majestic coffin, revealing the corpse within.

The corpse was rotten, but dressed finely. Its skin was taught and decayed, a mouldy green with age. The hair had fallen around the head, and the tongue had shrivelled up.

The Geass in its eyes blazed, and the corpse took a rattling breath as the light faded again.

"My father." Charles the IV said as the corpse's Geass blazed again, buying a second of life before dragging him back into the void. "I Need You."

The Emperor placed a hand on his father's corpse and looked it in the eye. "Memories… I Need To Change Them."

There was a moment of silence, and the guard on the floor grunted and rose to his feet. "Wh-why is everything… backwards..?"

A bony hand rose up and grabbed the Emperor's wrist rightly. "From… the dusknoir's grasp… the cave of spiritomb… from Giratina's hell…" flesh returned to bone and the dead Emperor's Geass was empowered by the regenerative effects of the Code his false memories had granted him. "I have returned to stay, my son."

"Father." Charles the IV told Charles the III. "There Is Evil In This World I Cannot Eradicate Alone."

"Perhaps that is." III replied, climbing out of his coffin and walking over to the guard with a snapped neck. "But first, learn to control your anger." He warned, twisting the guard's head back around and sending him to the medical bay. "You are angry because you are afraid."

"I Fear None." The Emperor snarled. "I Hate My Son For The Evil He Has Become."

"I brought you up to be a good parent." The dead Emperor told his son. "What happened?"

"Sneasel!" a ten year old Cyrus called. "Quick attack!"

"Extremespeed Draga!" Viet ordered his dratini. The serpent blurred and struck the ice pokémon in the chest, knocking it down.

"Get up!" Cyrus barked. "Use icy wind!"

"Thunderwave!" Viet shouted, and the dragon paralyzed the sneasel before it could launch its attack. "Finish it with dragon rage!"

Purple flames engulfed the sneasel, and the battle was won. "Good battle!" Viet told his brother, running over to the injured pokémon. "Hold on." He said, placing his hand on sneasel's chest and healing him.

"That ability of yours." Cyrus asked. "It's because you're a Viridian Trainer, right?"

"That's right brother." Viet replied. "Mother and Father made sure we were born in Viridian Forest so one of us could have this ability." He chuckled to himself. "I guess I got it because my Geass is that of Life."

"You can make people live." Cyrus stated. "You can heal pokémon's wounds, read their memories."

"It's not like that." Viet stated, standing up and deactivating his Geass. "It's more of connecting our hearts."

"Hearts aren't anything special." Cyrus said. "Didn't you listen to Mr. Pryce was teaching us in Biology this morning?"

"Well, maybe not the pumps in our chest." Viet giggled. "But, it's something… spiritual."

Cyrus looked at his pokémon rubbing its head against his brother's leg. "Come back." He ordered, recalling the sneasel into its pokéball.

"It's not good to keep them cooped up in there all the time." Viet scolded his triplet brother recalling his dratini. "Come on, let him have some exercise!"

"Can you see it?" Cyrus asked his brother, glaring at him. "The scenery of doomsday?"

The lush green grass by the glistening water was quickly replaced by a dead, dried up wasteland. "Hey, what's up with this brother?" Viet asked, looking around, his long blonde hair swishing behind him. "I don't like the world you've shown my this time."

Cyrus grabbed his brother by the neck with both hands and slammed him to the ground, his head and shoulders leaning back over a ledge. "B-Brother..!" Viet choked, but Cyrus just dug his thumbs deeper and deeper into his brother's throat.

Viet gagged, and choked, his arms flailing helplessly against his brother's strength.

He scratched at his face, desperately fighting for air.

His movements slowed, and grew weaker, until he lost all strength and rested his hand on his brother's cheek and mouthed the name of the brother that killed him, before his hand fell to the ground, lifeless and still.

Cyrus pressed further and further, until his thumbs pressed through the flesh, and warm blood seeped into his palms. He stepped back from his brother's corpse, his blood seeping into the grooves and calluses in his fingers and palms and water dripped from his knuckles.

The desolate world returned to the lush, green grass by the beautiful lake, his brother's head under the water in a cloud of crimson. The red fluid blossomed under the clear water, like a cloud of gas in a blue sky.

"Sneasel." Cyrus stated, his bloody hand grasping the pokéball and releasing the pokémon within. "Freeze him, then send him to the bottom of the lake."

He picked up his brother's pokémon and added it to his collection as sneasel pushed his brother's corpse into the water. "He fell and an ursaring killed him." Cyrus whispered. "That's what I'll say."

"Pathetic."

Cyrus glared at his nephew. "I am not the only one here that has killed his brother." He reminded his fellow murderer.

"I had a reason." Lelouch said. "I was not a child throwing a tantrum."

"No, you weren't." Cyrus glared. "You were a child masturbating over how clever he was."

"Well, I suppose that makes us both wankers." Lelouch countered.

Cyrus's stern face darkened in subtle revulsion. "When did a prince such as yourself become so common?"

Lelouch knew the perfect answer to that one.

"When your brother sent me to live with the commoners." Lelouch told him. "Now…" he sat upon a suitably sized rock and pulled a pipe from his pocket. "Tell me about your mother Cyrus."

"Commander Mars!" one Galactic grunt saluted. "Erm, where is your dress..?"

The redhead glared at the man, who quickly averted his eyes before making eye contact. "Smart move." Mars hissed, striding past him and tearing a lab coat from the rack and facing the survivors from Lelouch and Shirley's assault.

"We under attack again." Mars told the troops, buttoning the white coat over her skin-tight bodysuit. "This time by the Black Knights. Prince Cyrus has sealed the previous attackers in the Zero chamber, before the Gate, so we have nothing to fear but those that attack from the front."

She bit her lip. "There is also another enemy within this temple." She reported. "Jupiter, I want you to lead a team of five to find and take this enemy down while I lead the main defence."

"Who died and made you high commander?" Jupiter asked.

"Saturn isn't here and Cyrus is occupied." Mars explained. "And unlike you, my Geass can kill on sight."

Jupiter backed off. "Right, right." She sighed. "Right, you, you, you, and you." She decided, pointing and four men and women. "Come on and find this mystery man. Any description?" she asked boredly.

"His presence." Mars told her. "You'll know it's him because you won't be able to resist. You'll want to kneel before him and smile at your own subservience. I trust your Geass can make killing the bastard easy."

The purple haired commander smirked. "So you didn't leave me the boring task." She decided. "That's good."

"Damn, we're trapped." Cynthia growled as her garchomp collapsed from trying to escape the sealed room.

"I'm sorry I can't do anything…" Shirley muttered, pulling Cynthia's black coat tightly around her.

"It's fine." Red told her. "Jeremiah said that he's detected the Black Knights, so he'll be back with help any minute."

"But…" Shirley turned around at the white void that had swallowed Lelouch and Cyrus. "Lulu's still in there…"

"Nothing for it." Cynthia decided. "We're trapped with something we don't know what, waiting for help, so all we can do now is wait."

SMASH

Everyone in the room turned to the cloud of dust and rubble from the wall that just exploded.

Out of the darkness, a man began to glow.

He strode out of the cloud, made of blinding white light. He didn't walk, he didn't run, he simply marched into the room and smashed Ash across the face.

"Ashford!" Shirley gasped as he flew across the stone chamber.

"Red!" Cynthia shouted, turning back to the glowing man as the light faded.

"What the hell…" the man growled, marching over to Red's body. "Is this fucker doing with my face..?"

He picked Red up by the collar and held him into the air. "MY NAME IS ASHFORD VI BRITANNIA, THIRTEENTH PRINCE OF THE HOLY EMPIRE OF BRITANNIA AND THE KNIGHT OF ONE, GRANDMASTER RED!" Red shouted at Red. "SO WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

A tentacle crept out of the broken maw of the Red that was being held into the air. "Ashford Vi Britannia, Thirteenth prince of the holy empire of Britannia and the Knight of One, Grandmaster Red." The voice from inside the body growled. "But most importantly…"

"The pokédex wasn't picking up Shirley's DNA…" Cynthia realised.

"How could it?" Shirley asked. "My body is more human than deoxys…"

"I'M RED!" the voice inside Red's body roared, smashing the shirtless Red back across the room. "I don't know what the hell you are, but this world just ain't big enough for two of me, punk."

The Red who just came through the wall rose to his feet, wiping blood from his mouth. "That's my line you son of a bitch."

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I wanted to end the Cyrus battle on this chapter. I really, really did. But come ON!

Question: Should this story be moved up to the M section?