Ch 1.

"Did you see the look on his face when you gave him a checkmate? It was hilarious!" Rivalz said and Lelouch replied with a chuckle as the duo rode his motorbike down the highway, it was moments like this that Lelouch tended to forget that he was the though to be dead prince of Britannia and that they where living in occupied Japan.

Fleecing nobles helped, not by much, but it helped, especially financially.

For amongst the money he received, he also got a very old and very strange looking sword handle with what was left of it's broken blade. The sword was a saber that had it's sharpened edge on the interior of all things, it's edge was red but it's core looked like it was composed out of a myriad of bits and pieces of mettle all fused together, it honestly looked like it was a desperate cobble up job, but when he gripped it in his hand, the sword the size of a dagger felt powerful.

Grasping it Lelouch could, against all sense and logic feel it's power, this was once the sword of a great warlord or king, now all that was left of it was it's broken remains.

"You once reigned over all, now your are broken, but...but one day you can be reforged and be great once more." Lelouch said to the valuable antique that was now nothing more that the discarded trash of an empire, considered useless now by it's home country, just like him, but just like the broken sword he would reforge himself one day and gain his revenge.

He gripped it as he reminded himself of his vow against Britannia.

That had been hours ago, now he found himself trapped in Shinjuku ghetto, face to face with the container of a poisonous gas belonging to Clovis, the governor of Area 11, as the Empire now called Japan, with an Imperial soldier pinning him to the ground.

"That's enough slaughter for one day!" the soldier said and then and there Lelouch's blood ran cold, for he recognized that voice!

"S-Suzaku!"

"L-Lelouch!"

The soldier took of his helmet and the two friends where now face to face for the first time in years.

One minute everything seemed to have gone to hell, the next he was now embracing one of the few people that was dear to him, the next moment the 'gas' container opened, then the Britannian military appeared.

Lelouch took one glance at the girl, then at the soldiers, finally at Suzaku and himself, he knew that the 'gas' really was a poisonous one if word got out of what the local government was conducting.

"We need to get out, we need to survive." the former prince thought as he, acting on instincts, gripped the sword handle of the ancient blade.

"We need a distraction, anything! No fire alarms, no water pipes, what I wouldn't;t give for a great gust of WIND!"

Lelouch felt something, and then a great blow ravaged the soldier before him knocking them and Suzaku backwards, stunned for a moment, but only for one Lelouch quickly ran and grabbed the downed Suzaku and the strange green haired girl and ran with them away from the pursuing soldiers.

He could still feel that strange sensation that came right before the small hurricane blew in the abandoned warehouse.

After finding a hiding place he could pinpoint that the sensation, which was gradually fading had drained him of some of his stamina, he felt the strange sensation strongest in his right hand, where upon looking he discovered that he it was the one gripping the strange sword.

"What just happened?" Suzaku asked.

"This...this happened, I wished for wind as a distraction, and...and it obeyed, like...like magic!" Lelouch said and showed Suzaku the broken sword.

"What is it?" the Japanese boy asked.

To which Lelouch, half winded grinned and said:

"The sword of a king, once broken, now great again!"

"Would you also like the power of a king?" C.C said from next to them as the Britannian military neared their hiding spot.