Greatness

Prologue Part 1: K, Q, R1, N1

Disclaimer: I don't own Code Geass but I own this fiction and any other OC's in this story

ITALIC: THOUGHS

INSPIRED BY Neolyph's Darwin, Seerking's Prepared Rebellion, and Thanathos' A Different Code.

Preface

Alexander the Great had lived a long life.

In fact, he had lived for over a thousand years.

Such is the Fate of Code Bearers.

In his long life, he had seen the worst that humanity could offer, and he had personally witness the very best of humanity.

In fact, he had a hand in nourishing several great men in history.

Tyrants, heroes, martyrs, Alexander of Macedonia had taught several legends before watching them carve their name in history.

Whether they go down in history as a hero or a villain, Alexander did not care as long as his students became great.

Alexander's last chosen apprentice was a tyrant named Adolf Hitler.

Alexander did not agree with Adolf's philosophy. Even at his very worse, and he had ordered and orchestrated many atrocities in his long life, he had never sought the eradication of an entire race. Alexander could not see how that would improve the state of a country, much less the world.

Regardless of his opinion though, Adolf was an apt student and Alexander did not have any complains on how the tyrant lived his life after living his care. Adolf became great in his own way, and Alexander could not be prouder of his monstrous student.

Great is great, whether it be good or evil.

Adolf Hitler might have been evil, but Alexander had seen worse.

He would even say, in some moments of his life, he was worse than Adolf had ever been.

After Adolf, Alexander had not taken another student.

Not because he wasn't willing to take one.

Nourishing the potential and greatness of others has been the hobby of Alexander after he grew bored of war and conquest. Alexander could only win so many wars, in different eras with different identities, before victory itself becomes boring.

After 500 years of war, victory became boring.

Teaching others to win though, Alexander never gets tired of that.

Still, Alexander have not met a worthy student after Adolf.

Adolf might have been a raging lunatic and a heartless monster but there was never a boring moment with him.

Alexander would not find another student until the year 2009.

In the year 2009, more than six decades after the death of Adolf Hitler, Alexander developed an interest in one Lelouch vi Britannia.

(Prologue PART 1)

An excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

It has been more than a year since my exiled.

Three months since the invasion.

Three months since the Geass that my father cursed me with had been remove.

…Geass, such an unbelievable power.

Three months since I was able to reuse my eyes and legs.

…It's been three months since my twin sister, Nunnally left me for dead/.

Nunnally leaving me hurt the most.

It still hurts just thinking about it.

"I love you…I'm sorry." Those were the last words that my sister whispered to me before leaving me.

Just thinking of those words makes my heart clench.

Regardless… I must move on.

I will move on.

Regardless, like what Alexander told me repeatedly, I need to move forward.

Speaking of Alexander…

I never expected that I would be taught by Alexander the Great himself.

I never thought Alexander the Great is still alive to this day.

But I guess this world is filled with mysteries that us mortals could not fathom.

After all, Geass, Codes, Immortality, I am still trying my best to wrap my mind around such concepts and powers.

Fortunately, I have someone who is readily and eagerly willing to tell me about those concepts. Among other things.

Alexander the Great…Who would have thought that such a great man is so eccentric.

I am grateful though.

Without him, I would remain blind and cripple.

Without him, I would have willed myself to death.

I could still remember the words that he used to spur me forward.

"Are you going to die? Are you going to kill yourself? If so, you are weak. You would prove your father correct if you surrender to your despair right now."

Those words ignited my will to live.

Another set of words from him gave me a reason to live.

"I could see it in your eyes, a potential to be remarkable. What you want to do with your life from this moment onwards, I could both guess and predict. Saying that, you are an inexperience child that would die in a few months, in a few years from what I could see. If you have nowhere to go, nothing else to do for a few years, then come with me and live in my shadows. I'll teach you how to make an Empire kneel."

It has been three months since I became the apprentice of one of the world's greatest men.

It has been an eventful three months.

2nd excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

Alexander the Great is a Spartan of a teacher.

Considering he was born in an era that was without the luxury that I was born into, I guess that is to be expected.

Still, learning from him is both challenging and difficult.

I enjoy having him as a teacher.

Alexander the Great is a brilliant man.

I could do without the laps and pushups though.

3nd excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

Geass, such an amazing power.

It's been eight months since I became the apprentice of Alexander the Great.

He had finally granted me the ability of Geass.

He told me that it was a gift, a reward after finally drawing with him in a game of chess.

I will beat him, someday.

According to him, my Geass is called the Power of Absolute Obedience.

He allowed me to use my Power to my heart's content for an entire day, with him not interfering with anything I do with my power for the next 24 hours unless I do anything foolish.

Like a child, I wielded my power with recklessness.

When the day ended, I was horrified with what I can do with my Geass.

That said, the potential of my power is hard to ignore.

4thexcerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

Alexander taught me various subjects and topics.

The things that he had taught me were matters that I am familiar with. After all, I was a Prince of an Empire that spans across the third of the world.

Still, being personally tutor by a man that had etched himself in the history of the world has a unique since novelty in itself.

Alexander is a better teacher than most of my tutors back in Pendragon.

I especially enjoyed his lessons in Science, Computers, and Engineering.

For a man born in a dull era in which technology had yet to be refined and develop to the extent it is today, Alexander is quite a technological wizard.

Alexander is quite the skilled hacker and programmer, and he was doing his best to bestow those knowledge into me.

I am grateful.

I am also grateful for the knowledge of war that he was cramming into my head.

Alexander knows of my plans and he was determined to prepare me for what I would be facing in the future.

Learning tactics and strategies from a man that had conquered nations for over a thousand years is a unique experience, if not exhausting.

Although, not all lessons from him are welcome.

I don't know why he is determined to make a fighter out of me, but out of respect for him, I would do my best to learn how to wield a sword, how to shoot a gun, and master the martial arts that he is drilling into my skull, literally and figuratively.

I owe Alexander too much for me not to exert every ounce of effort into his teachings.

I can do without the uppercuts to the jaw and the kicks to the gut though.

5th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

It is exactly the first year since Nunnally abandoned me.

I don't know why but I started hearing voices in my head.

I started hearing whispers.

I started seeing visions.

My left eye hurts.

My Geass aches.

I could feel my head splitting.

A name suddenly burst into my head.

Julius.

6th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

I killed someone today.

In fact, I killed more than one man today.

I killed a dozen.

They deserved to die.

Britannians, and not just your normal, run in the mill, arrogant Britannians, but the worst kinds of people that my former nation could offer.

Britannian nobles.

It was rare for Alexander to not run me into the ground with his training. Most of the time, Alexander's teachings always leaves me physically, mentally, and occasionally, emotionally exhausted.

Today though, I did not have a training session as he told me that today was the day his first wife died, and he mourns for her in this day.

I was surprised that he could remember the name of his first wife, considering that said wife was not written in the history books.

Still, I respected him and wondered across the Island City of Hokkaido.

Travelling across Japan is something that I took great joys in. It gives me a glimpsed of the battlefield that I will be fighting on in the near future. It also allowed me to see what my former country did to this beautiful island nation.

There are times as I traverse Japan with Alexander that I actually begged for my blindness to return.

As I wander across Hokkaido, I stumbled upon a sight that made me want to retch.

I saw a woman, a Japanese woman, being rape by several Britannian Nobles, in broad daylight, with a damn fucking audience watching this vile and disgusting act.

The audience, a mixture of Britannians and Japanese, watched this vile act with various degree disgust and pit in their eyes.

Yet, they did not do anything to stop it.

I hated all of them for their inaction.

I hated myself more for doing the same.

I don't know how long the woman's rape lasted but when it ended, when the nobles that had used her left, not before degrading her one last time by showering her with their piss, as if their sperm over her body was not bad enough.

When the nobles left, the crowd dispersed, giving the defiled woman a look of pity and nausea, as if she wanted to get rape!

When the road was no longer filled with people, I approached the woman. I saw the death in her eyes.

Those were the same eyes I had when Nunnally left,

I knew that there was nothing that I can do to save the woman before me.

So I granted her death.

By my own two hands.

When I choke the woman to death, her eyes, her dead blue eyes shone with gratefulness.

The eyes of the men that I killed hours later, after I buried the woman in an unmark grave, shone with horror.

As I watched the last of those rapist die, I heard another name ringing into my ears.

Lilith.

7th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

I have news of Nunnally.

She's doing well.

She entered the military, and it seems that she was thriving.

It is an impressive feat for an 11 year old.

I should be happy for her.

So why do I feel so bitter about her success.

8th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

The voices are getting louder.

Numerous names were ringing in my head.

Julius.

Lilith.

Gabriel.

Lucas.

Elijah.

So many names were flooding in my head.

I don't know why, but with each name echoing in my head, I could feel apart of me breaking.

And yet, I could not let go of the pain.

Alexander is an excellent teacher.

I would even say that he is an improvement compare to my previous father.

But he is not someone I would consider as good company.

The voices in my head, regardless of the pain they cause me, are much better company.

I don't want to let go.

9th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

At times, I don't understand Alexander.

He, like his moniker, is a great man.

A great teacher. A great role model.

Hell, even a great father.

I am starting to see why he earned the word 'Great' beside his name.

Yet, he can be so complicated at times.

Alexander nourishes my hate for Britannia, for my father.

He even nourishes that hate that was slowly festering within me for Nunnally.

He told me that it is okay to hate. That it is okay to use my hatred to move forward.

Alexander told me that hatred is a powerful motivator, and if nothing else, it is a powerful tool for my vendetta.

But he also preaches to me how powerful love is.

He tells me that whatever I do, I should cling on the love that I have for some of my family.

Alexander tells me to never forget how to love.

He also preaches acceptance.

"You can hate your country, your nation. You can hate your family. You can hate your father. You can even hate your twin sister. But the one thing that you must do, in cognition with that hate, is to accept the things that you hate. Accept and acknowledge everything that you revile and hate. Accept and acknowledge everything that they are. Only then will your hatred become a weapon."

Whenever Alexander and I discuss philosophy, I could see how ancient he is and how foolish I must be in his eyes.

His wisdom is beyond me.

He did tell me that I would understand someday.

10th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

I fought with Alexander today.

It was for a petty reason, but I fought with him today.

My jaw still stings from the beating that he gave me.

Alexander was very big on discipline, and he did not want me disobeying him.

Regardless, I have no regrets.

I have no regrets saving those orphans from being beaten to death by Britannians.

I will no longer stand by as the weak get mauled and abused just by being weak.

Alexander does not want me to protect other people, not yet, not while I am unprepared in his eyes.

Not when there is a danger of me being killed.

Regardless, I disobeyed him, and I fought for those orphans.

I protected them, and Alexander beat me within the inch of my life for my troubles.

It was worth it.

The gratitude in those children's eyes were worth it.

11th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

I hear voices in my head. They council me. They understand. They talk to me

People got their rules and their religion. All designed to keep them safe.

But when rules start getting broken, they will start questioning their faith.

I have a voice that is my savior.

A voice hates to love and loves to hate.

I have the voice that has the knowledge

And the power to rule my fate.

I hear voices crying.

I see heroes dying.

I taste blood that's drying.

I feel tension rising.

I hear voices in my head.

They council me.

They understand.

They talk to me.

Those voices in my head, I finally know what they are.

What they means.

What their uses are.

Julius.

Lilith.

Gabriel.

Lucas.

Elijah.

Alphonse.

Gabriel.

Geraint.

Kingsley.

Salem.

Adam.

Roman.

All of your voices, it reaches.

I understand now.

I understand.

Alexander did tell me that my capacity for Geass is the strongest that he had ever seen in his long life.

12th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

Two and a half years, I've been a student of Alexander the Great for two and a half years.

I learned a lot of things from that ancient immortal.

From fighting to building bombs out of household supplies to even hacking a Knightmare and operating it without the necessary codes and keys.

My tutelage under Alexander was amazing.

And like all good things, it must come an end.

Just like Nunnally, Alexander left me.

Unlike Nunnally though, he left me with something.

A xiphos (Greek sword).

A phone (that contains the number of account with a lot of zeros.).

An aching right eye.

And a letter that simply had two lines.

'You are ready.'

'Entertain me.'

I knew that Alexander would leave one day.

He told me that when I do not need him to hold my hand, that he will leave me to my own accord.

He was never going to help me achieve my goals. He was just preparing me, equipping me with the skills I will need to achieve my goals.

That said, I still shed tears for the fourth person that had left me.

13th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

Hacking the Homeland from Japan is challenging to say the least.

But I am a hacker trained by Alexander the Great himself.

I am fully capable of hacking through the primary computers of Homeland Britannia.

I don't care if I am battling 1000 supercomputers.

What I got a foot in the system, it just a matter of penetrating through and covering my tracks.

Which I did in 10 minutes.

Thank you Alexander.

Once I got into System, I extracted the information that I needed while putting a spike into the Britannia Main System in the process.

12 years and a half, I will begin my revolution and rebellion.

For me to succeed though, I need one man to stand beside me.

And now, I know where that man is.

It is time for me to return home.

14th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

Alexander had caution me against my 'Hero Complex'.

I do not have a Hero Complex. I may not like watching the weak get harassed, but even I know when to fight, and when to just stand aside and bite my tongue.

I am not going to do anything that would compromise my life.

I will not die until the current Britannia is destroyed.

That said, I do not like rape.

I abhor rapist of all kinds.

So when I stumbled across another group of men trying to force themselves on a woman, and a girl that appears to be her daughter, who was around my age, well, I was not able to control myself.

Unsheathing my sword, I butcher that men that were about to commit that most heinous crime in my eyes.

I may not say this out loud but I am very thankful for the fighting skills that Alexander had forced me to learn.

It was satisfying to feel my blade castrating those men.

If they would force themselves on a woman, they will not be needing their manhood.

After I disposed of those trash, I turned my attention to those that I save.

I was surprised when I found myself staring at the girl, red hair, cerulean eyes, standing in front of her mother, her hands shaking profusely as she held a knife.

Regardless of her shaking and haggard body, this girl stood protectively over her mother.

I'm impress.

More than that, the girl is beautiful.

Hair as red as blood.

Eyes as blood as the morning sky.

This girl is beautiful.

Exquisite even.

15th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

Kallen Kōzuki. That is the name of the girl that stood in defense of her mother.

The name Kallen means Pure.

The name Kōzuki translates to Red Moon.

Pure Red Moon.

Such an adorable name.

It was a hassle, but I finally convinced her and her mother that I mean them no harm.

I swore to myself that I will never force myself on another woman.

I've seen enough rape in my lifetime.

I escorted Kallen and her mother, Kasumi, to the Mobile Home that I had liberated from a particularly special scum.

I left them in the mobile home, promising them that I would find them a change of clothes.

For two Japanese that were leaving in the Ghetto, their clothings was quite expensive, and I could see an expensive ring on Kallen's mother's right ring finger.

Kallen must be a half-blood.

Poor Kasumi-san. I could already conclude what happened to her.

When I returned with a change of clothing for my guests, I was half-expecting for the mobile home to be gone, with Kallen and Kasumi-san nowhere in sight.

I was pleasant to see that the Mobile home was still where I left it, and though Kallen still pointed a knife at me, she still allowed me to enter my Mobile Home.

I gave them the change of clothes and pointed them to shower room to freshen up.

They warily accepted and that allowed me to prepare a meal for the three of us.

Alexander is a Great man, and he is excellent in everything that he sets his mind on. One thing he is not good at is cooking, and I do not have the luxury of immortality to survive his cooking.

When the mother and daughter finish freshingning up, I offered them food while doing my best to not stare at Kallen.

Kallen is really adorable even with dirt covering her.

Without it, my breath was knocked out of my lungs.

Kallen Kōzuki possesses the type of beauty that would make angels weep.

In a way, she reminds me of my dear mother.

16th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

"Who are you?"

My first conversation with Kallen started with those three words.

I smiled at her.

I don't know whether if it was my lack of female companions when travelling with Alexander, but I just can't seem to turn away from the angel that is Kallen Kōzuki.

I could look at her for hours, days, months, even years, and I think I will not be tired of drinking in her beauty.

I looked at her right in her eyes, her cerulean eyes field with distrust yet gratitude, magnifying her already breathtaking beauty.

I smiled at her.

And then I answered.

"My name is Lelouch…" I have long since abandoned the name vi Britannia. That name is Nunnally's, not mine. "… and I am a son of Britannia. I am the son of Britannia that swore to destroy her."

I would lie, cheat, and kill to destroy Britannia.

I could not see myself lying to this beautiful girl.

The look of utter surprised in Kallen's eyes was so cute that I could not help but chuckle.

17th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

Kallen and Kasumi-san are travelling with me now.

I offered to drive them to the Tokyo Settlement or any Ghetto of their choosing.

They told me that they will stay with me for a while.

I told them that I intend to go to the Homeland for some business in a few months.

They persist in staying with me.

I allowed them.

It was good to have some company.

Alexander left me two months ago, and even though he was horrible outside of our training and teaching sessions, I do miss the company of another being.

At the very least, Kallen is more fun to be around with than Alexander, and Kasumi-san is a delight in her own way.

Whoever was the Britinnian that divorced her deserves a sword up through his gut and his cock cut off.

Still, I need to find a peaceful place for this two settle on.

I am not dragging them to the path that I am walking on.

18th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

I don't have a Hero Complex.

I kept on telling myself that.

But I do have weakness for saving damsels in distress.

I blame Euphemia and stories that she forced me to read to her when I was young and naïve.

That said, I didn't regret saving another Japanese woman.

Although, I don't think she needed saving that urgently considering that there were already a flood of dead bodies on the floor when I stumbled across her.

19th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

I live in a world where the power to bend the will of another being exists and Immortality itself is possible.

Regardless, I could not help but pause when the young woman that I have save called herself a ninja.

And I don't doubt her.

Alexander had beaten into me a sense of self-preservation, and I knew, just by glancing at this woman that I am no match for her.

Alexander had always despaired at my apparent lack of talent in the fighting arts.

Still, this Sayoko Shinozaki was a female ninja, and I have seen nothing to contradict her otherwise.

That said, I had to stop her from killing herself.

Apparently, her master that she was supposed to devote herself to was killed during the invasion, and she had spent the last two and some years tracking down her master's killers to avenge him.

Coincidentally, I just killed the last person in her list, and she was preparing herself to commit seppuku, to join her master in death.

Alexander had told me that preventing the death of a suicidal is not worth the effort.

I agree with him.

But… I just could not watch this Sayoko Shinozaki woman to kill herself.

She told me that she has no reason to live anymore.

So be it.

I will give her a reason to live.

Before her blade could pierce her heart. I spoke to her. I implore her. I did my best to understand her. I did my best to spur and will her to continue living.

I told her of my dreams. Of my identity. Of my plans.

I propose to her.

I propose to her that I would be a her reason for living. That I can use her skills and her life better than her supposed master would have been able to.

Surprisingly, she accepted my proposal with a smile.

A part of me was pleased to have my first subordinate, especially one as skilled as her.

But a bigger part of me was ecstatic that when the times comes that Kallen and Kasumi-san would part from me, that I will not be alone.

A selfish part of me was happy to finally have a constant in my life.

20th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

I must admit that Sayoko is a Godsend.

She's efficient to say the least, and I finally have someone dependable in the Mobile Home to keep it neat and tidy.

I adore Kallen. She fun to be around with.

Kasumi-san is a joyful experience as well. I miss having a motherly figure doting on me, and Kasumi-san has a gentleness that even surpasses that of my mother.

That said, their domestic abilities are horrendous.

Kasumi-san probably married a noble, and Kallen is somewhat spoiled, though not to the degree that makes her insufferable.

They tried to help around the mobile home, but they just makes things worse.

At the very least, Kasumi-san had taken the wheel from me as we traverse Japan.

Sayoko, fortunately, is quite skilled domestically and we were able to split the chores between ourselves.

This allowed me to train myself and plot for the future.

Also, Sayoko is helping me improve my Boxing, Aikido, Judo, and Wing Chun, the four martial arts that Alexander taught me.

Kallen is also doing her own training.

I like teaching her Wing Chun.

Kallen is much better than I in Martial Arts to the point of ludicrous.

It took me three months to get the basic down of Wing Chun.

It took Kallen six hours to master those same basic.

Kallen reminds me of my mother, the only difference between them is that Kallen lacks the gracefulness of my mother but she makes it up with her bashfulness.

She's adorable that way.

21st excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

Nunnally and Euphemia, even Cornelia and Clovis have teased me before about my singing voice.

It is not that I like singing. Quite the contrary, I don't like to sing.

And it is not that I have a horrendous singing voice. On the contrary, my mother was quite tempted to enter me in some singing classes.

The stunt I pulled to convinced my mother otherwise still brings a smile on my face.

That said, whenever I see Kallen having a nightmare during her slumber or whenever I see Sayoko losing herself in the memory of the master that she was unable to meet, much less protect, I do the one thing I know to calm soothe them.

I serenade them.

The looks that I received from them were embarrassing, but it appeased them, and that is enough for me.

And I must admit, singing helps soothe my pain.

I have only sang for Nunnally before. It was supposed to be our special activity.

But Nunnally is gone from my life, and she would probably be my enemy in the future.

I resent Nunnaly, but I still love her.

Maybe serenading Kallen and Sayoko in occasion would dull my affections for her.

It may help me in the long run.

22nd excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

Alexander had told me that gunfights are a messy affair.

Like most in life, Alexander was correct.

Gunfights are indeed messy affairs.

Fortunately, I overcome my lack of talent in martial arts in my ability to shoot a gun.

Thank you Salem.

We accidentally stumbled across a gunfight between Britannia and the JLF.

The Japan Liberation Front was down to a wounded man, and Sayoko and I stepped in.

Not to save the man, heavens no.

We stepped in because those Britannian soldiers shot at our mobile home. I've been leaving in that Mobile Home for seven months now, and I have bonded with Kallen, Sayoko, and Kasumi for four of those.

I grew attached to that Mobile Home.

I will not have it destroyed because some ineffective rebels and Britannian soldiers were having a dick measuring contest.

Between Sayoko and her knives, and DAMN, Sayoko was amazing with her knives and throwing stars, and me and my guns, again, Thank you Salem, we dispatched the Britannia soldiers with ease.

Surviving Kallen's pouting and her complains of not doing anything (I am not going to teach her how to shoot a gun. Kasumi-san would have my head, and I need my head attach in my rebellion), we cleared our path and as an afterthought, we took the wounded rebel to dress his wounds.

I may not agree with the methods of the JLF, I dislike inefficacy in general, but he is fighting for his country, and I could respect that.

I cannot have this soldier die.

He might be fighting for me in the near future.

23rd excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

Kōsetsu Urabe was the name of the soldier that Sayoko and I rescued.

When he regained his consciousness, he tried to attack me.

He must have been surprised to see a Britannian attending to his wounds.

I put him in an arm bar for his troubles.

Judo is a lifesaver, and I am grateful that Alexander thought some moves.

After that debacle, I finished dressing his wounds. I am not going to have Sayoko or Kasumi-san, much less Kallen near this man.

I've seen what soldiers could and have done to women. I am not letting man near those three, even if I am sure that Sayoko could skin and lynched this man before he could touch her.

I am not taking the risk.

After I finished treating his wounds, I offered him some bread and soup.

He looked at me weirdly, but accepted my offer nonetheless.

I was surprised myself though.

He did not looked at me with hatred.

Strange, considering what my country had done to his, I expected him to distrustful and hostile with me.

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"They are not your slaves?"

Urabe stayed with us for two days before he spoke to me.

I was offended by his inquiry, but I answer him regardless.

"They are my family."

God above, they are family.

Family, I thought that I forgot that word.

I never consider anyone my family since Nunnaly left me.

If I cannot consider my own twin as family, how can I consider anyone my family?

But four months with Kallen, Kasumi-san, and Sayoko change me in a way that scared me.

They made me remember how fun it is to be surrounded by people that cared.

Even Alexander, who exerted effort into molding me to the person that I am today, only cared about my potential and my ability.

The three that I am travelling with right now cared about me. Not about my abilities, not because I was providing them with a roof, clothing, and food. No, they cared about me as me.

Kasumi-san's presence dulled the pain in my heart that was cause by the death of my mother. Kasumi-san treated me like a son, and though she does not dote on me like she dotes on Kallen, she still showers me with affection.

Sayoko is like the elder sister that I never have, even surpassing Cornelia. Sayoko is unrelenting but caring, stern but loving. She actually makes training my martial arts fun.

And Kallen…Kallen is just wonderful. I love our casual but good-natured banters. I love how frustrated I make her whenever I best her in any board games. I love how she lords her superior martial arts skills and her smugness in being better than me in the techniques that I taught her myself over me.

Kallen was able to do something that I thought was impossible.

She filled the void that Nunnally's absent cause.

Kallen, Sayoko, Kasumi-san, they are my family.

"They are my family."

I whispered absentmindedly, realization striking me like a bolt of lightning.

I felt dampness on my cheeks.

And then I felt Urabe's arms wrapping themselves around me.

I took some comfort in that.

25th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

Urabe told us that he will be escorting us to our destination before he returns to the JLF.

I don't trust him yet, but his presence was welcome.

A male companion is an excellent change of pace.

I might enjoy the company of Kallen and Sayoko, with them respectively being my age or around it, but having another male around is an experience that I miss.

But if Urabe does not stop making lovesick eyes towards Kasumi-san, I may castrate him out of principles alone.

I never asked what happened to Kasumi-san's husband and son. From the looks that Kallen was giving me when the topic arises, I figured that it was a sensitive matter.

I respect Kasumi-san enough to not bring it up.

Still, with the way she gazes and fidgets with her engagement ring, I can conclude that she must really love her husband very much and their divorce, that I assume is because of Japan being invaded, must have hurt her.

I do not know who Kasumi-san's Britannian Husband is, but I know one thing, if I ever meet the man, he would be dead.

That man would beg for death before I grant it to him.

Kasumi-san is a wonderful woman. To disregard her because she became a number, that is unforgivable.

Even though I dislike using such skills, Alexander taught me how to torture man. I would gladly apply such skills on the man that dared to break Kasumi-san's heart and abandon Kallen.

26th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

It is difficult for Japanese these days to get the most basics of materials.

Guinevere has always been a frivolous and greedy cunt.

Fortunately, at least, the wildlife in Japan remained untouched during the invasion. This allowed hunting to be a feasible way of getting resources.

Again, I am glad to have Urabe's company. Having someone during a hunt makes it a tad more bearable. Kallen, when I brought her for a hunt one time, vomited when I was skinning and preparing the animal. Kasumi-san fainted during the process. Although Sayoko can stomach the process of turning wild game to edible meat, I am more comfortable with her guarding the Mobile Home and the KōzukiS.

Hunting with Urabe was fun.

Male banter with Urabe is a novelty that I won't be experiencing with Kallen, or even with Sayoko.

Also, male testosterone is somewhat of a good motivator in hunting.

To be fair, the boar that I caught is much bigger than the one Urabe killed.

27th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

Narita Airport…Or should I say the Guinevere Military Airbase.

After five months of living in a Mobile Home, dodging Britannian soldiers and Japanese rebels, I finally reach the destination.

This one place is my ticket back to Britannia.

This place is my ticket to get the man that would make my rebellion easier.

I could easily waltz into this base without any problem.

My Geass alone would be enough for me to invade this base.

But I am hesitating to go forward with what I intended to do, and I know why.

The last five months of my life has been joyful.

I've experience having a family again.

Having a mother that cares for me, a sister to push me forward, and a brother to humor me.

Kasumi-san, Sayoko, and Urabe are a joy to be around with.

And then, there is Kallen.

She is amazing.

She is a remarkable girl, and I proud to call her my friend.

She is passion and fire given form, and she gave and showed me light that I never thought I would experience once again.

I know Sayoko would come with me, so that is a consolation.

I don't want to leave Kasumi-san and Urabe.

And I cannot bare to think of not seeing Kallen's fiery hair and serene eyes.

But, this must be done.

My…no…no…no…

Those that carried my blood had cause the world to bleed.

Those that carried my blood had cause scars into this world.

Britannia must be stop before it does irreparable harm into this world or it collapsed on herself.

And because I carry that blood in my veins, I must be the one who destroys the current Britannia.

Because I carry the blood of that accursed man, I must be the one to carry out the revolution that would change this world for the better.

For a gentler and peaceful world.

I would be disregarding my happiness, but sacrifices must be made.

At the very least, I will say my goodbye face-to-face.

Even if I would be slap on the face for my trouble.

28th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

Kallen hits hard.

My cheeks still stings from her slap. I thing I am going to feel this pain for a few more hours before it subsides.

Still, as she rest her head on my shoulder while embracing me tightly, I couldn't complain that much.

Kallen feels soft and warm in my arms.

I felt at ease for the first time in more than three years.

I had said my goodbye to Kallen, Kasumi-san, and Urabe.

Kallen asked why I was leaving. The teary eyes that she threw at me almost made me falter.

But I held strong.

This has to be done.

I told them who I was.

Sayoko already knew who I was, and she was coming with me. A consolation at the very least.

I told the three of them that I was Lelouch vi Britannia, and that I intend to rebel against my country.

I told them that it was both for revenge and because it was necessary.

I told them about my perspective of the direction where this world is heading if Britannia continues its expansion. How the current Britannia would bleed this world dry.

I even told them how I intend to free Japan and how I will burn Britannia to the ground.

It was a rough draft, but it was feasible.

I have run my plans with Alexander before he left, and he did say it was achievable with the right pieces.

After my confession, I told them that travelling with them this past five months, one month with Urabe, has been the happiest that I have been in the last three years of my life.

When Nunnally left, I never thought I would ever be this happy ever again.

So I told them how happy I was meeting and living with them.

It was short live, but I was happy.

With one last bow, I made my leave.

In the next second, Kallen spun me around and slapped me so hard I feel on my back, with my consciousness waning.

Kallen hits very, very hard.

I expected that, considering that I did tell her that I was a Britannian Prince.

I expected Kallen to beat me up, and she is capable of it because of the things that I and Sayoko taught her.

Surprisingly though, she did not hit me again.

She embraced me and cried, and that made me feel like a prick.

Kallen is a strong willed girl. I feel like a scum to have made me cry.

Kallen cried and shouted at me that I should not abandon her. That she had already been abandon by her father and brother, and she did not want me to leave.

Truth be told, I do not want to leave her too.

I am fond of Kallen, and her mother is a joy to be around with.

But someone has to rebel against Britannia. For it to change for the better, someone has to show that Britannia is not the jaggeaunaut that it appeared to be.

And that someone is me.

I told that Kallen.

And Kallen just glared at me before declaring something that made me my heart skip a beat.

"Then I will be your knight, you sword. Let me stand by you. You cannot do this alone."

Kallen told me.

And Urabe made his opinion known.

"You have a better plan than the JLF. I'm in if you will have me."

And then Kasumi-san added her own thoughts.

"I am not much of a fighter, but I do have 26 PhDs and 16 masters in my name. If you would allow, I will help you in any way you see fit."

And then Sayoko said her piece.

"Rebellions always starts small. You have a good start here, Master."

With that kind of support, how could I not take them all with me?

29th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

Getting into the air base in a group of five was easy.

Hijacking a plane and Geassing the pilot to fly us to Britannia was easy.

Explaining the finer points of Geass to my companions, complicated.

Explaining how I got more than one Geass, difficult.

Kasumi-san has a degree in psychology, and according to her, I should not be sane right now or have a sound mind.

But I am sane.

I may have voices in my head, but those voices will not do any harm to me without egos.

30th excerpt from the journal of Lelouch vi Britannia.

It has been 3 years and 4 months since I step foot on the homeland.

As the plane arrive, I have one thought in mind.

I will raise this country to the ground, and I'll have Nunnally and those who will survive me sort everything out for themselves.

That said, there is someone I need to retrieve.

Next destination, Arlington, Texas.

First of a Three chapter drabble style prologue.

Lelouch vi Britannia - King

Kallen Kōzuki - Queen

Dorothea Ernst

Sayoko Shinozaki - Rook

Orpheus Zevon

Rolo Lamperouge

Kōsetsu Urabe - Knight

Euliya