Code Overwatch: Turmoil in Europe.

(A/N: Before you skip this, please read it. I would like to say thank you for reading this story, I'm really into Code Geass and am anticipating Lelouch of The Revival. So, i wanted to create this story in honor of Code Geass and Overwatch. By the way, there are a few other mentions i'd like to add before you continue, i have several other characters and machines crossing over with this story. The Delta Kai and Gundam Reborn of the Gundam are in this story, as well as the Masked Lumen Sage design from Bayonetta 2.

With that said, thank you for reading and this is the KnightOFZ3R0 signing off!)

Chapter 1: Family Reunion

Finally, they reached two closed, tall, wide doors. They paused at the same time. It may not have been as well timed as it had been if it were not for the fact that the doors were closed and Suzaku would need to open one. That required them pausing. Otherwise, Lelouch would have stopped a moment after Suzaku- because the pain in his arm would have immediately increased because he kept trying to go when Suzaku had stopped.

However, in the next moment, Lelouch came to find out the closed doors were not the only reason they stopped just outside of this place. Once again, Suzaku acted quickly. This time, though, Lelouch knew the moment he made his move.

While last time Lelouch did not know when Suzaku had unfastened part of the prison uniform, this time, he knew the instant Suzaku was changing something... only due to the fact that his arm was suddenly not in as much pain.

Lelouch knew everything Suzaku did as he was doing it- and did not even have to look. All because of how Suzaku moved his arm. Yet, even though Lelouch could trace each spilt second by how Suzaku moved his arm around, it still amazed him how quickly Suzaku completed the action... and frightened him.

In a matter of a scant two or three moments, Lelouch had gone from his arm being twisted to fasten being set back into place. Lelouch wanted so much to bring his arm in front of himself and rub it, but he was not allowed that. Moreover, he resolved to himself not to show relief or pain. Displaying either of these to Suzaku was bad enough. He had avoided what he could, but it was, nonetheless, evident to Suzaku what he was inflicting upon Lelouch and how it was making him suffer.

Now, though, he needed to act. Truly act. He could not let pain, fear, and relief- any weakness show.

He was about to appear before…

Him.

He was being dragged before him.

Suzaku opened one of the doors, Lelouch's upper arm tightly within his grip. He brought his once best friend down the long throne room... along the majestic red carpet... along the path Lelouch had not traveled since he was a boy.

He, a prince of Britannia, always had to arrange a "meeting" to see his father. He could not just go to see him when he wanted to see his own father; it had to be arranged.

Now, a "meeting" had once again been arranged. Once again, Lelouch was coming to see his father in this place. Yet, unlike those other times, Lelouch did not want to see the Emperor. Not like this.

As soon as the door opened, Suzaku pushed Lelouch inside. Lelouch hardly noticed. His eyes were fixed on the one directly in line to the door. The one at the far end of the room. The one who sat elevated above the rest of the room.

Yes, there he sat. The mighty Emperor upon his throne... looking down his nose at his own flesh and blood. He held not a trace of gladness to see him, no warmth... no fatherly tenderness.

It was not that Lelouch wanted those things from that man, it was not that he expected any such thing... it just repulsed him to be brought before this man in such a fashion. The humiliation. As for the Emperor... he could gloat.

Lelouch forgot all about the potential remnant telltale sign Suzaku had slapped him. Did any trace of it still show? Lelouch did not know, nor did he care any longer. So long had it been since he saw this man, since he saw his father, face to face. He saw him on the television and in the newspaper. That was all. Not since he left the homeland when he was a child had he seen this man in flesh and blood.

Blood.

That's what he wanted.

This man's blood running red upon his delicate white hands.

He yearned for payback- no…

Justice.

He yearned for this man to pay for what happened to his little sister, how she had been crippled. He yearned for this man to pay for not protecting his mother. She was a Knight of Honor, but a commoner by birth. She bore from her womb a prince and a princess. Yet, because she had not been born of a royal bloodline and because there were already so many offspring's of the Emperor and mothers driven to see their child upon the throne, few truly cared she died.

Most would have been glad. Certainly few would have prevented it if they could.

Lelouch believed, once upon a time, that Charles loved Marianne. Because of this, and because she died and Nunnally was crippled, it hurt that much more for a small boy to believe that his father, who loved his mother and who was also the most powerful man in the world, did not- would not, prevent the woman he loved from dying.

Hurt from losing his mother, pain at watching his little sister live each day crippled, and anguish at the betrayal he felt by his father caused the young boy to grow angry in his helplessness and confusion.

Confusion and helplessness festered into bitterness over the years. This man before him was still the most powerful man in the world. He had grown more powerful over these years. Yet, compassion in him still lacked. Moreover, instead of preventing Marianne from being murdered and sparing the breakup of the family, him and Nunnally being sent to Japan, Lelouch hating his father so much he wanted to annihilate all his offspring's, Suzaku murdering his father, Clovis' death, Euphy's death, the deaths of so very many... instead of preventing those, Charles now had Lelouch's life in his hands...

...and would probably now increase the evil which was set into motion upon Marianne's death.

Vengeance could be mine here and now! Lelouch realized, his chest heaving from the sheer rage swelling within his slender frame. If only I had a gun and was not bound like a common criminal- agh!

Lelouch had not noticed just how close they had come to the foot of the steps leading up to the throne of the Emperor. Not until now. Suzaku had hit the back of his knees to make him drop to his knees- yet he did not stop there. He followed through with slamming his upper body to the floor.

"Rrrg!" Lelouch rumbled in a low growl. This was worse than he imagined.

Much worse. He figured he would be made to bow before the Emperor, before his father, but this? To be made to lie flat on his face as though he were prostrating himself before this man? It went beyond humiliating.

Despite the feelings boiling within Lelouch, this act did make sense. Suzaku was the one who knelt before the Emperor. The conquering hero had to be above the subjugated person. The conquered person could have no dignity. Thus, he was forced to be upon his face before the mighty Emperor of Britannia.

"The former seventeenth heir to the Imperial Throne, Lelouch vi Britannia. It's been a long time, hasn't it, my errant son?"

"HOW DARE YOU-!" Lelouch growled, raising his upper body off the floor to look at the man who talked down to him, who sent him to a foreign land, who let his sister be crippled and his mother die, the very one who he wanted to make fall, the very one he had rebelled against.

"Erg!" Lelouch's face suddenly smacked against the red carpet, a heavy hand upon his head. The voice which followed was no less heavy.

"You won't use your Geass." Suzaku voice cut through Lelouch's pain.

"Grrr!" Lelouch growled, frustrated and helpless. At the very least he wanted to be able to carry out his vengeance upon the Emperor- even in this state, even bound, even unable to defend himself against Suzaku, even if... Suzaku would have turned on him and killed him for ordering the Emperor to "Die".

That's right. He had Geass. He did not need a gun nor to be unbound. He only needed to make eye contact with his father and give but one word.

He did not want to leave Nunnally behind, he did not want to entrust her care to the one who yearned for his death and simply hope Suzaku could differentiate between him and his little sister; yet... at least he would have been able to make the one who caused his pain and anger pay.

Now, he would not be granted even that much. He could not kill his father using Geass, and he could not even potentially lose his life for his goal.

"Your Majesty, I have a request. Please, Sire, allow me to join the Knights of the Round. The twelve strongest Knights of the Britannian Empire." Suzaku's voice came out clear, strong, determined... and cold. Severe.

He knew what he wanted and he was not hesitating to go for it, he was not second-guessing himself... and he showed no signs of regret.

"As a reward for capturing Zero, is that it?" the Emperor inquired in a voice that mixed amusement, his own sort of severity at such a request being made of one who was not even born of Britannia, and as though... he might actually consider such a request.

It was not Suzaku's voice who spoke next to confirm he felt an Eleven should have such an honored position within the Britannian structure, nor did he deny that was his request. It was Lelouch whose shocked voice met Suzaku's ears.

"You?!" Lelouch snapped out at Suzaku in anger.

"I told you before, Lelouch, that I was going to change this world from the inside." Suzaku replied, his eyes facing still forward.

"Even if it means selling out your friends?!" Lelouch roared. Deep down, despite all that happened, despite how little Suzaku had been able to stand to so much as look at him without wanting to pulverize him, Lelouch believed they were still, at their core, friends. He thought that they hit a major rough patch in their relationship... but it was still one that could be overcome.

Perhaps he was naïve to think such a thing, to still be clinging to such a notion after what he just went through. Yet...

"That's right." Suzaku's resolved, not regretful answer was like the final blow to Lelouch. In his heart of hearts he clung to the deep bond he thought the two of them had forged all those summers ago.

Perhaps he was just foolishly clinging to a past lost to the flow of time. He often called Suzaku a fool. Perhaps, though, this proved it was not Suzaku who was the fool, but rather, he who was the fool for he was the one who let the past hold him back and weaken him. He was the one who let words that would be meaningless from all others cut him to his quick.

Worst of all, Lelouch did not even realize the impact Suzaku turning his back on him would have until this very moment.

There was another feeling which rushed to meet the one pounding within his heart. A rapidly growing sense of horror and betrayal like he had not felt before.

How could this one, this boy he had once thought of as his protector when they were children, the boy he wanted to be at Nunnally's side, the one he...

How could this boy he came to regard as his first and only true friend... turn out to be so much like the man he hated the most?

This... had become much worse than he imagined: Suzaku did not just want to bring Euphy's murderer to justice... he wanted to use Lelouch... Just as the Emperor used his son...

The Emperor laughed in a deep, pleased, yet vicious manner. It sent a shiver down Lelouch's spine.

"Very well! I like the answer you just gave him. Now then, as a Knight of the Round I order you, cover up his left eye."

"Yes, you're Majesty." Suzaku tightened his grip on Lelouch's hair and raised his head while carrying out his first order as a Knight of the Round.

"What?!" Lelouch's shaking voice asked. A shot rippled through his heart. His hands were covered with cold sweat in an instant, though he had yet to know his father's ill plans for him.

"I will rewrite your memory about being Zero, about the death of your mother, about the very existence of Nunnally."

"Kkr! No! Geass!" Lelouch whispered fear forcing its way into his heart.

"You'll remember none of it. You'll just be insignificant."

"NO! NO! YOU'RE DOING IT AGAIN!" Lelouch struggles became more aggressive and unexpected, his attempt of escape only being farther. "FIRST MY MOTHER, AND NOW NUNNALLY!?"

Charles zi Britannia engraves into you-" the Emperor continued, ruthlessly. "False memories of a false life."

"AAAAAH!" Lelouch's mind wrestled against the invader for but a moment. Swiftly, he felt himself slipping away, being erased. He did not feel being rewritten. He did not feel anything... Nothing except loss and a weight which made him unable to continue the struggle- physically or mentally.

Suzaku watched his former friend as his eye lost consciousness. His body went limp under Suzaku's hands. Suzaku lowered him slightly before letting him fall the rest of the way to the floor. Suzaku was sure his face contacting the floor hurt, though he was not conscious to register the pain or react to it. Suzaku even though Lelouch might wake up a bit sore. That part, of course, completely depended on how long it would be until Zero- no, Lelouch woke up.

He would no longer remember he was Zero. Once again, he would be Lelouch. Only Lelouch...

A Lelouch with bloodstained hands and a false innocence written into him.

At these thoughts, Suzaku could not help but swell with rage again, though he managed to keep most of his composure. Lelouch would no longer be a threat- or nuisance- to Britannia. If the Emperor did what Suzaku thought, he would be much like the Lelouch Suzaku knew before he donned the mask of Zero.

It disgusted Suzaku.

None of it.

Lelouch would just gone on living a lie, living a peaceful lie. He would go on living.

There was a small part in Suzaku which thought the Emperor might have a crueler path set before his son than to return to a normal life, but somehow, Suzaku doubted it. Maybe it had not so much to do with him being able to read the Emperor or to come up with a list of things the Emperor might do, so he would then know which options were most likely, maybe it had more to do with him yearning for one outcome for Lelouch and fearing a much lighter fate would be granted to him.

As he gazed upon the boy who, moments earlier, had been struggling against him, had been so desperate to get away, to stop the Geass from being used upon him, the one who was powerless against both him and the Emperor... Suzaku could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction.

Finally, Lelouch knew what it felt like to be stripped of his will, to have an absolute power used against him, to be unable to stop it. Just as Lelouch used his Geass to make him want to live and had corrupted his convictions in the process, now Lelouch could not stand against someone else's demands from being forced upon him.

Even so, even with as fitting as this poetic justice was... he wanted more. He wanted blood. He wanted this carpet to run red with the blood of the one who robbed Euphemia li Britannia of her young life.

"You seem distressed." The observation from the commanding voice snapped Suzaku back to his surroundings. He realized he had lost himself in his thoughts- and had been glaring down at the unconscious body of his former best friend.

Suzaku quickly glanced up at the Emperor, then he bowed his head and took a more formal position. "Forgive me, Your Majesty."

"You may relax, Sir Kururugi," the Emperor stated. He spoke not with a soothing voice as if to set Suzaku at ease, but almost one of amusement, as if humored by the fact he just made this Eleven one of the strongest Knights in the land... as if humored by the fact that a supposed best friend of his son could so easily give him up for position and power.

"Majesty," Suzaku said, lowering the arm he had bent formally in front of his chest, though he remained on his knee.

"I am aware of your feelings for Euphemia. She would have been moved." The words were stated with a direction. Again, they were not to provide any sort of comfort to Suzaku- they were merely leading to a core statement.

As for Suzaku, those words struck a cord somewhere deep inside him. A small voice whispered to him that it could very well be true that Euphie would be moved at his love and devotion to her. However, that voice softly whispering to him also told him that, were she here to say it, she would not want him to sell Lelouch to the Emperor because he killed her.

Suzaku knew, at this moment, in the moments, the minutes, and the hours leading up to this point in time that he was going against his princess' wishes. He knew in his heart she would not have wanted him to betray Lelouch.

She was just that kind of woman. Irreproachable, pure, loving- even to the family who gunned her down. That voice whispering these truths to Suzaku... it was this voice that he crushed under the weight of this fiery rage.

It did not matter he knew what his princess- his love- would have wanted. It did not matter how he knew she would have shown Lelouch mercy. All that mattered was that she was no longer here. Because of this...

Suzaku sought vengeance.

"I am sure you are wondering why I chose to keep him alive." The Emperor paused, looking into the face of the newest Round. Suzaku spoke not a word and perhaps he had been trying to keep his face expressionless. Perhaps he, despite his fury directed toward the unconscious boy next to him, perhaps even in his fury he did listen to another voice. Perhaps that voice was telling him not to start off his new position by questioning the man who appointed him a Knight of the Round. Perhaps, even though his reaction would be understandable, he did not want to overstep a line.

Any effort failed. He held too much pain and anger inside him to remove it from his countenance.

The Emperor continued. "He will be my bait. I have use for him and I don't want to waste this opportunity to make use of him. He will be under close watch, though. This will accomplish two things. The first, of course, being the capture of my prey. The second is to make sure his memory remains sealed away.

"After I have want I want he will have outlived his usefulness... and I will issue his punishment." The Emperor's lips curled into a knowing, cruel grin. "I'm certain you will be only too happy to obey me at that time."

"Majesty." Suzaku formally folded his arm in front of himself, reaffirming his servitude to the Emperor. A weight had been lifted, knowing the Emperor would deal to Lelouch his just deserts... in due time.