Code Geass: Nunnally's Wish

By: The Fanfic Stealer

Summary: Years after Zero's Requiem, Nunnally makes a desperate deal with a mysterious entity. As a result, Lelouch the Demon Emperor wakes up in Shinjuku, back when it all began... except, before he can even start making his own changes, he finds that things are already different, like the fact that the soldier that he encounters ISN'T Suzaku, or the fact that Nunnally isn't blind, or the fact that instead of Sayoko, Nunnally's maid is... wait... WHO?! Lelouch/Harem, Harry/Harem, Fem!Suzaku, Fem!Rolo

A/N: …So I've decided to continue this, though I stand by my statement that updates will be sporadic— this fic will most likely never be my main project, and so will be regulated to something I work on when I have a case of writer's block I want to be rid of. As such, despite this update, don't hold your breath waiting for another chapter. It'll be long in coming.

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Chapter 1: Death of a Demon

"...F-for you... I would destroy worlds... and c-create them... anew..."

Darkness.

It was equally comforting and intimidating, Lelouch mused as his body drew its last breath. On the one hand, the darkness meant that the Zero Requiem was complete, and all the tasks on his agenda had been cleared. The Black Knights and his sister were saved, the world was united in their hatred of him, and his wish for a kinder, gentler world was well on its way to becoming a reality. All it had cost him was everything, but he didn't mind- it was the least he deserved, after all that he had done, the mistakes made and the lives wasted...

Euphie... Shirley...

Nunnally...

Oh God... Nunnally. Even now, as he lay dying, it still pained him what he'd had to do to his beloved little sister. She must hate him... she did hate him. She'd called him a true demon... and she was right; he'd done it for her sake, but it didn't change the fact that he had committed innumerable unspeakable acts, until even the empire he had ruled for a brief moment, an empire that firmly believed in "Might Makes Right," hated him with a passion.

...Huh. Suddenly, the darkness wasn't as intimidating. Oh, it wasn't because it had lost whatever it was that had unnerved him, no- before, the darkness meant that, assuming the afterlife existed, he was on his way to Hell. Now, while it still meant he was Hell-bound, he also knew, without a doubt, that he deserved it. So it wasn't so much that he wasn't afraid anymore, but rather he accepted what was about to happen and was more or less at peace with it.

"My, my... you're a bit of a brooder, aren't you?"

...Who was that? A fellow demon? There to drag his blighted soul to Hell?

"...And a large ham, as well, even in your own thoughts. You know, I bet that, in another time, you would have made a wonderful stage actor."

...So this is to be his first torment? To be mocked? He was almost disappointed.

"Well, it's a good thing I'm not a demonic welcoming party than, isn't it? I'm actually here to give you appropriate warning of what awaits you."

...To warn him of Hell? Did he really need to be warned when he was already well aware of how he was about to be tortured into insanity for all eternity?

"...Seriously: Large. Ham. And no, you're not going to Hell, Mister... actually, do you prefer Lamperouge, or vi Britannia? I mean, on the one hand, you now know your mum was bat-shit insane, but on the other hand, I'm fairly certain you don't like being reminded of how you're, you know, Charlie's sprog."

...Huh. That's... actually a good question. Er... Lamperouge, he guessed? Marianne might have been a heartless bitch, but it was also the name given to him by Ruben Ashford during simpler times. If nothing else, it would remind him of that.

...And did the voice just call his father "Charlie?!"

"Yes, yes I did. Because trololo. Anyways, Mr. Lamperouge, you're not going to Hell... though if you mess up enough, it might very well be worse, I guess. No, rather, you'll be going to someplace... rather familiar."

...Familiar? What?

"You'll see. Word of advice: you're going to have a bit of a Heroic BSOD. Please don't let it last too long- this isn't happening again, and it would be such a shame if her sacrifice was in vain."

Wait! What's "this?" What sacrifice? Who do you speak of?

"This? This is something many would kill, have killed, and will kill for; this is a second chance, Mr. Lamperouge, a chance to do everything over again, and do it right.

"And as for 'who'... well, let's just say you're not the only one who can make monumental sacrifices.

"So wake up, Mr. Lamperouge... wake up, and smell the ashes..."

And then the world snapped into place around him, and he gasped as he registered just where he was: a familiar truck, with an open capsule before him and a green-haired beauty in his arms.

He was back at Shinjuku.