So this is an idea that came to me after I read several Code Geass and Avatar fanfics. I enjoy reading about stories with characters like Lelouch, and after I exhausted many of the Code Geass fanfictions out there, I started imaginging him in other settings. It wasn't long before I started imagining Lelouch as a firebender. Then I started seeing similiarities between the Fire Nation and Brittania in their quest for world domination. It was an intriguing idea and I started looking for any crossovers I could find. There weren't many and none were what I wanted to read about.

As such, I decided to write this for my own piece of mind. The idea of Lelouch being born in the world of Avatar was just too enticing so I had to pen it down, maybe as a one-shot or maybe as something longer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar The Last Airbender or Code Geass.

As his awareness gradually returned, he realized he was enveloped in complete and utter darkness. Surrounded in silence and lacking his other senses, he found himself surprisingly calm. He felt a soothing inner peace that he never experienced in life. If this was what death was like then he should have enacted the Zero Requiem sooner. Despite the painful end he suffered by the hands of his good friend, he didn't want it any other way. The plan of having Suzaku stab him wasn't so bad if it led him to this peaceful state.

Continuing to drift in between existence and nonexistence with his mind gradually decaying, he began reminiscing on his past.

His life was a series of tragic events leading up to even sadder endings. Of course, he orchestrated some of those tragedies himself, but that didn't make it any less painful. The entirety of his existence consisted of challenges that no ordinary man could have survived, yet survive he did. Not only did he live through unyielding odds, but he also accomplished what most thought the impossible.

He heralded an age of World Peace.

Bringing it about was no easy task and one that utilized much of his skills and resources. He planned for every minute detail to be carried out leading up to and after his death. Despite the abhorrent and distasteful things he did to achieve his end goal, he found pleasure in the process of scheming and planning ways to get what he wanted. Unraveling and maneuvering between the various plots concocted by both his enemies and allies invoked in him a feeling unlike any other. Winning under overwhelming circumstances with undeniable victory never failed to grant him great satisfaction.

From a young age he knew he was special. Even his genius older brother Schneizel recognized his prodigious talents and sought to nurture them to its full potential. No doubt the man saw himself in his younger brother and desired a powerful ally under his control when he grew older. Schneizel probably hoped he would be an obedient pawn whose only purpose was to help advance his ambitions.

Well, Schniezel was never one to hope for things to fall in place but rather actively manipulated circumstances months beforehand resulting in his victory. He was quite the perfectionist and proved to be a good role model in youth. When they became eventual enemies in battle, his older brother demonstrated just how formidable he could be. Of course, that didn't end so well for Schneizel.

Nonetheless, Schneizel awakened in him an appetite for all things intellectual. Anything that expanded the capabilities of his mind he devoured with gleeful indulgence. He was a happy young boy who strived to reach a level of excellence that would make his mother proud. This didn't change even after her assassination; if anything, it only escalated.

Following the events that caused the death of his mother and his sister's debilitating injuries, he vowed to become someone that could prevent such things from happening again. His exile to Area Eleven did little to quench the thirst for improvement. In silence and anonymity he learned what he could and improved himself, preparing for the day life saw fit to once again throw complications at him. In orderly and chaotic fashion, that day arrived and brought with it earth-shattering revelations; providing him with a new understanding, and a new purpose.

In his determination, he bulldozed through all obstacles and ushered in an age of peace.

It gave him a profound sense of pride accomplishing all he set out to do but it was also tinged with regret and bitter sadness. He left behind his beloved sister who he cherished above everyone else. Nunnally was the only person he knew for certain that loved him unconditionally. She was his rock and the solid foundation of his goals. Rivalz used to tease him, calling him out on his sister complex, but she was always there for him and always supported him in all his endeavors. She'd been with him through thick and thin, through the darkest of times when they were all alone and left for dead. Rivalz could have teased him all he wanted but that didn't change the fact that Nunnally was the most important person in the world to him.

He did everything for her, even going so far as to change the world for the better. Unfortunately, history would only remember him as the monster who was at the root of all evil. Everyone who thought of him would only be happy that he was gone. It was quite frankly, a tragic ending.

He was okay with that.

With that last fleeting thought, Lelouch felt his mind slip into oblivion and nonexistence; content at last.

In a small dilapidated building on the outskirts of a large industrialized city, a woman with a round protruding belly sat holding her knees close to her chest in an attempt to fight off the cold of night. The woman gazed around the room she resided in and cursed at the circumstances she found herself in.

"If there is any god or spiritual deity listening to me, then I could really use your help right now." She whispered as she tightly held her hands together in prayer.

She waited for a moment to see if anything would happen. The moment passed in nothing but the silence of a quiet night. She didn't truly expect a miracle to happen as she was never really the type of person to be religious, but she still felt an irrational sense of betrayal and desolation. Soon enough, her eyes started to water as she felt the hopelessness of her situation sink in. It was only yesterday that she lost everything dear to her.

Ever since she was a little girl, she fantasized one day growing up and becoming the mother of a big happy family. She dreamed of finding a good husband, settling down and leading a peaceful life. It was a simple dream, and one that was crushed just as easily as it was formed.

Of course, she knew that the current state of the world didn't exactly provide for an idyllic setting. She was an intelligent woman and had been even at a young age. She learned things faster than many of the other kids and surprised the adults with her maturity. Getting offered scholarships to some of the most prestigious fire nation schools in the world boosted her ego considerably, but that wasn't what she wanted. She met a wonderful man in her late teenage years and fell in love. He was a fire nation soldier lauded for his skills in firebending and his sharp tactical mind. He was also a funny and witty man, in which she found both frustrating and endearing. It was only a matter of time before they got married.

It wasn't love at first sight, but rather a gradual process. Once she found herself interested in his advances, she made sure that he was the one that she would spend the rest of her life with. Growing up in a household where her parents despised each other, she promised herself that she would not allow her children to grow up the same way. With a child on the way, that promise became more important than ever. Now she wished that she promised not to leave them parentless as well.

Her husband's recent death hit her hard and not just in the figurative sense. Zorro had always been kind and gentle with her, so it came as a shock when he told her that his ruthless nature on the battlefield caused much enmity from his opponents, especially earthbenders. He told her that assassins had come after him before so she should be prepared to flee if the day ever came. She thought nothing of it until yesterday when her house exploded and a small piece of debris hit her on the forehead knocking her out.

When she awoke, she looked through one of the holes in her destroyed house and saw Zorro fighting for his life surrounded by at least a dozen earthbenders with several of them burning on the ground. Before she could call out to him, he was impaled by a large jagged rock that burst out of the ground. With every last ounce of his strength, he subtly turned to her and stared into her eyes with such emotion that she could only freeze in place. In one last dying breath, he conveyed to her with his eyes his desire for her to flee. As she witnessed the life fading from his eyes, she could only stare in shock as her chest filled with anguish.

"Damn, he really put up one hell of a fight!" One of the men groaned. "Even outnumbered and caught off guard, he took out three of our guys!"

"Well they didn't call him The Dragon for nothing."

"More like Zorro The Dead Dragon, am I right guys?"

"Shut up Ying," growled a big burly earth bender. "Let's just get out of here before we get caught... we weren't exactly quiet here."

The surrounding area clearly showed signs of a large fight having occured, with smoldering wreckages lying around and trees burning in the background. Large chunks of the ground formed unnatural shapes and others were missing or misplaced. Despite the intense battle that took place, there was still a lingering feeling of excess energy amongst the earth benders.

"Hey boss," Ying called out. "I heard good ol' Dragon here has a wife. What say we go and look for her and treat ourselves to a nice reward for our victory here?" Hearing that, said wife quickly regained her senses and quietly snuck her way out through what was left of the backdoor.

"You're a sick man Ying," the boss grunted as he glared at Yin. He took several moments to look around the area before pondering the question. "Well, whatever just make it quick. We'll need to get out of here soon."

The men all cheered as they approached the ruins of the once pristine house.

It was only hours ago that she avoided the earthbenders and left the wreckage of what was once her house, eventually finding refuge in a broken down building. Her parents resided far away from where she lived, and with those earthbenders possibly still looking for her she couldn't afford to be out in the open for very long. She was at a loss for what to do; her dreams ruined with her husband dead and her house gone. All she had left was the baby in her womb, and with all that she was dealing with, she wasn't sure how that was going to go as well.

No, she couldn't give up now; she couldn't abandon her baby. Clinging onto her last hope, she found the resolve to carry on for her child. Just as she found the strength to stand up, she felt a strong contraction coming from her lower area.

"Oh no... please not now."

As another contraction hit her soon afterwards, she realized she needed to get medical care immediately. The hospital was far away from where she was hiding, but she remembered passing by an orphanage close by. With the strength found only in mothers protecting their children, she moved with urgency towards the door leading outside.

The journey from her hidey hole to the orphanage took perhaps several minutes, or possibly an hour, but to her it felt like years. It was a painfully long, arduous trek that had her bent over gasping for breath on more than one occasion. As soon as she reached the orphanage, she collapsed in a heap on the steps leading up to the door.

Luckily, the elderly matron was looking out the window when she saw the pregnant woman fall on the stairs. "Goodness gracious child!"

The matron raced down the steps and helped the heaving woman up into the warm confines of the main lobby. As they walked further inside, she asked the pale woman, "Are you alright?"

Out of earshot from the soft reply, she placed her head closer to try and hear what was uttered by the woman she was shouldering.

"I... I'm going into labor," She whispered. "I don't think I have much time." Indeed, the woman looked to be on the very edge of Death's door.

"Come with me, you're not the first woman to arrive on these steps with a baby on the way."

The two stumbled through the halls in an attempt to quickly reach the medical wing of the building. Most of the inhabitants were sleeping, but a few were awakened by the burst of noise.

"What is the meaning of all this noi-" The pair looked up and noticed another woman tiredly rubbing her eyes. "Who is this woman?"

"She's a woman in need of our care Ayumi," the matron sternly replied to her fellow nurse. "She's about to give birth, so I need all hands on deck to assist me." The nurse quickly nodded and went to rouse the others.

"Everything will be alright child. I have a lot of experience in childbirth, so rest assured that I will take good care of you." The matron softly whispered as she laid the pregnant woman on a soft bed.

After a few minutes of consoling her new patient, the matron looked towards the door just as several nurses walked in with various medical instruments.

"Make sure you're all wide awake girls, 'cause we have a long night ahead of us."

After many grueling hours, a strange smell consisting of various bodily fluids and medicines permeated the room as the sun began to peek through the closed curtains of the small windows. In the center of it all lay a sickly woman peering at a bundle being held towards her by the head nurse.

"It's a boy," the matron told her. "A beautiful healthy baby boy. He even has your eyes."

With a tearful smile, the mother looked into her son's violet eyes and reached out to touch the soft tuft of dark hair nestled on his head. She knew she wasn't long for this world, so she took in as much of her legacy as she could. The entire process leading up to this moment had exhausted her already weak constitution, and she could feel herself slipping away.

"I know I'm leaving you with nothing," she whispered to her child. "I won't be there for you and for that... I truly am sorry."

Despite knowing that she was condemning her son to a lonely life, she knew that he would be okay. Something about the way he gazed into her eyes told her that he would become a strong boy, one that would shake the very foundations of the world. He had the blood of a strong warrior and an intelligent scholar flowing through his veins, so she knew he would survive.

"What will you name him?" The matron asked.

With the meager amount of vitality left within her, she breathed her answer. "I... I want to name him... after his father." Her lips twitched in the ghost of a wistful smile. "He's... going to grow up... with nothing but his name." The matron solemnly nodded, knowing the woman was uttering her last breath.

"Zero..." She wheezed as she looked at her son through closing eyes, knowing it would be her last time. The boy stared back with equal intensity. "His name is Zero."

There you go. I feel so much better already having written it down and off my chest. I hope you enjoyed this, and thank you for reading.