A/N: This is my first fanfic, I've been dancing around with plot bunnies inside my head for almost a year, now I've finally put one of my ideas down on paper XD. I hope this premise is quite original since as far as I know, nothing of the sort has ever been done before, and I don't mean just within the category of Naruto/Code Geass Crossovers, but I am referring to all the crossovers featuring an immoral!Naruto in general. Alright, before I start off, I just people to know that this is a NarutoXC.C. pairing, I don't know if it will become a harem in the future or not, but as of now, it is going to be a NarutoXC.C.

OK, on with the story!

"Dialogue"

"Thoughts"

"Jutsus and Geass Command"

Full Summary since not enough space in the fanfiction system:

Throughout the ages, there has been an entity, pulling the strings behind every major conflict. Bound by an oath, he shields Britannia in the shadows, yet when the Holy Britannia Empire sets out to conquer the world using questionable means, what will he do? When the oppressed Elevens rise under their charismatic Black Prince, what would he do? Would he discard the game-board of the world to save the game-piece of Britannia, or would he destroy the entire game-board and create it anew?

"Ne, Clementine, this round of game has certainly become more interesting right? With little Charlie, and now even Sch-kun and Lulu are in it. Perhaps...this is worthy of the title of The Final Game after all, right? ", the man turned to his emerald 'haired companion, "Of course, Naru-kun. Your games had always been fun, but once you're finished, you won't leave me, you won't, right?". Brushing away his bangs, the man's lips turned upwards, "Of course not, you're my witch after all". Noble!Naruto (He's a noble, not talking about his personal qualties), Genius!Naruto, Immortal!Naruto, NarutoXC.C.

Prologue - Hanyou's Smirk

March 1, 1955 (a.t.b. 2010), the day that many within the scholarly circles have referred to as simply, the "Ritual" was a grim day that decided the fate of the Empire. No one ever knew what was going on through the minds of Prince Lelouch, Prince Schneizel, the Emperor, or young Edward. However, recent evidence from the first released journal of His Highness Prince Lelouch of Nihon suggests that the young prince had already made up his mind to leave with the young princess if the Emperor showed any signs of neglect. Charles IV, from which the past biographies had discovered that he had anticipated young Lelouch's choice and reaction, had never known what would happen if war was really declared when the vi Britannias were still in Japan. At the same time, it seemed that His Highness Prince Schneizel had not shown any signs of scheming before that day, it was only after the event had he began to doubt what his father had envisioned for his children.

Prior to this publication, many had realized that the Black Revolt from the Second Black Prince was set in stone by this day, and many had recognized the fact that it was on that day the future Edward the Magnificent began plans to change the future of the Empire. However, recent evidence had suggested a new theory. I began to hazard a guess that perhaps the young Archduke had been looking forward to this day. According to personal records of an attendant, one Henry Chamber, who was in the employment of the young Archduke for a short period of time before his accidental death, he had clearly seen the Archduke's excitement etched upon his face a few days after the death of Empress Marianne. Being in the employment of several nobles had him used to read past their mask of emotions and he had described in his journal "His Grace was not of normal birth, his malicious smirk and his, oh so, amused curves on his brows would be forever stuck in my memory. The face of the fiend! Ah! I mustn't leave this lying around, perhaps I will leave this to my cousin the next time I visit him, for I fear that His Grace might push me down into the fiery pit should he know that I saw his expression." It did in fact frighten me when I realized this, the young Archduke had been planning for the destruction of the Empire long before the "Ritual", judging from his frequent endorsements of the Ashfords after their exile and the subtle support of the Japanese resistance following their surrender all supported this theory. The existence of model Mark II Vulcan Knightmare before the production of Glasglows furthered supported this guess. Building Knightmares in secret using the Ashford's technology long before their exile and the fervent purchase of their test sites are only further evidence. Perhaps this is a simple testimony of the intelligence that has been rumoured to run rampant within the Procellius Family, a true epitome of political and tactical shrewdness.

-Edward Gibbons VI, 4th Baron of New Surrey "The History of the Decline and Fall of the Holy Britannian Empire", October 26, 2027

Note: This manuscript was found among dozens of other hand-written drafts within the home of the lone Baron. This single piece was hidden within a capsule of Aspirin in his house. His body was found besides a pile of ashes, presumably some of his more outrageous works.

"The Historical Manuscripts of One Edward Gibbons" - Royal Publishing Inc. June 17, 2204

The Great Hall - Imperial Place within Pendragon - Holy Britannian Empire - March 1 a.t.b. 2010

Within the epicenter of the mightiest empire since Rome, dozens and dozens of nobles, elites, attendants, in essence, the upper echelons of the Britannia society gathered along to witness the inevitable humiliation of an impudent child. Whispers run unchecked amongst the individuals as they discussed the tragedy that occurred just one week prior to this day.

Four figures remain silent in the Hall with varying emotions filling their mind as they carefully observed the gathered. Impassiveness, alertness, anxiety, amusement filled their eyes as they waited for the arrival. The last figure simply tilted his head as an acknowledgement as the Guards declared:

"His Imperial Highness the Eleventh Prince Lelouch vi Britannia of the Holy Britannia Empire"

High upon the crowd, settled in the middle of the ornately decorated Tudor-styled throne with an impeccable militaristic stance, Charles zi Britannia gave a curt nod to the imposing figure on his right. His Knight of One, Bismark Waldstein stiffened and prepared for the impending confrontation. Both of them scrutinized the petite figure slowly walking towards the throne, his body trembling as if desperately trying to summon what little courage the body contained.

Whispers and jeers amplified as the child-prince trudged along the path, some of them pitying the pre-teen, while others stood there anticipating this enticing performance. Among them stands Schniezel el Britannia, Second Prince of the Empire, the Duke of Lancaster, and above all, the Chancellor of the Imperial Council. Anxiety plagues his mind as he looked upon young Lelouch, fearing for his younger brother, he is tempted to catch his attention. Failing to do that, he resigns to fate and leans back. "Lelouch, just what are you up to now?"

A lone figure, a mere child in fact, leaned against the tapestry that line every inch of the wall within the palace watching the child with unrestrained glee. His unruly gold-blonde hair, spiked up in every direction, cerulean orbs dancing with amusement, whisker-like birthmarks scrunched up as his face maintained a grin of Cheshire width, paying no heed to others surrounding him, he leans forward, trying to get a good look on the vi Britannia prince walking towards the throne. The nobles around him, appalled at the display, restrained the urge to scoff at him, when an occasional snort was threatening to form, a quick glance to the elaborate crest on the boy's back snuffed out any thoughts of disdain. The Procellius family, the only Archduke ever named in the history of the Empire, yet a mysterious family that tends to disappear numerous times throughout the ages. A family that had remained in grace of the emperors by slowly giving up their land and fortune up to the Crown. The sole heir of the dwindling family fortune is the boy standing there eager to get a glimpse of the young prince. The last scion of the Procellius family, the 7th Archduke of Caledonia, 23rd Earl of Wessex, the resident genius of St. Darwin's Street, Edward Aethelwulf Heinrich Nicholaus von Procellius.

"Your majesty", kneeling down in front of his father, Lelouch suppressed a sneer of disgust as he addressed the Emperor.

"What business of importance do you have that deems it necessary to demand an audience?"

"Importance? Does he not know? Does he not CARE? For the fact that mother has left us? And not by her own will, but assainated in the middle of the palace! How dare he, this man, this..."

"Your majesty, my mother has been slain.", almost immediately after the declaration, "And What of it?!"

Silence reigned as the boy looked up in shock. His face began to twitch rapidly as he tried to reign his fury, some of the less "trained" nobles began to sniffle a giggle.

"She was killed in the middle of the palace. Assassinated! Taken away from us, and you say what of it?"

Shock could clearly be seen upon the gentries assembled in the hall, no one dares talk to Charles zi Britannia like that, and this insolent boy had dared to do just that!

"What of it? She was weak, just like you who had proven yourself weaker by coming here and demand an audience. Be gone, I have no time and patience to deal with your childish tantrums.", standing up, Charles made as if he was going to leave, but as he turned around from his throne, he stopped.

"Wait! If you truly do not care, about mother, about me, or about Nunnally, who is still in the hospital, hanging on with an inch of her life. Then I, Lelouch vi Britannia, renounce my claim to the Throne! I reject this symbol of cruelty, this object of power that has turned you into a MONSTER!"

"Be gone from my sight, you and Nunnally will become part of an diplomatic envoy to the Empire of Japan.", and with a wave, Charles IV of Britannia left the room.

Whispers suddenly ran up again, which soon turned into chatter, and soon enough turned to open conversations as the young prince walked out the gates. All of the elites gathered here had finally found their prey, they had found a chance to destroy their oh so hated rival, the Ashfords. Those blasphemy, those fools who had supported wench are finally going to crumble, with her death and the vi Britannias gone, they can finally snatch their power and fortune away.

Somewhere among the group, Schneizel gave a heavy sigh and left with a contemplating look on his face. On the other side of the room, a lone child stands, frozen, and soon enough starts to shake. When the adults around him started to notice his condition, they began to become concerned, not about his health, but rather about the decorum within the Great Hall, of course, their fears soon dissipated as the child sprinted out of the Hall.

Running away until he found an unoccupied field, he started to cackle loudly. His maniacal laugh expanded until it began to scare to birds away from the nearby trees. Recomposing himself, the young blonde lays back on the field with his ever-present smile and thought "Ah...Charlie, you have finally done it. I must thank you, for you had just fashioned a new game-piece for me to play with..."

D.D. Eisenhower, Viscount of Pennsylvania Airport - March 4, a.t.b. 2010

Gathered around the imperial siblings are some of their closest friends, wishing them well on their unknown journey to a hostile country. A lithe blond girl hugged the raven-haired boy and his sister tightly before letting go. Wiping away her tears, she quickly wished them good luck and ran back to her grandfather. The Ashford heiress wiped her tears on her grandfather before hugging her fellow blonde Archduke from behind like a giant teddy bear. The others smiled at her antics but were quickly reminded of the nature of this meeting.

The silence was soon broken when the pink haired princess said, "You guys will come back eventually, right? Lulu and Nunna will come back and we can watch the stars at Aries Villa again right?".

"We will, Euphy, we will come back soon enough", Lelouch reassured her as he stroked Nunnally's brown hair.

"Lelouch, be careful.", Cornelia could no longer hold her silence as she watched her little brother sadly.

"I will, Cornelia, not when Nunnally is with me."

"Lulu, I hope you don't get rusty in chess, as you have yet to beat Schnizzie and me in chess.", the blonde disentangled from Milly and walked up to the pair of vi Britannias with his usual serene smile.

"Of course, I will eventually beat you, and you too, Schneizel.", the elder el Britannia nodded in response but refrained from speaking.

Walking further until he was close enough to touch Nunnally's cheeks, Edward whispered, "Nunna, when we meet again, I will have a surprise for you, you like surprises, don't you?" "Yes, Eddie, I always like your surprises, they are always so fun!." Smiling at her at her innocent expression, he leaned forward, and whispered again, this time to Lelouch.

"Now, Lulu, I hear that they have a game similar to chess in Japan, apparently it's called Shogi, but to play it efficiently, you must be patient, you must wait for an opportunity to strike. I hope you are familiar with the Sengoku period, Takeda Shingen once worshiped the phrase "Furinkazan" (Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain), and with good reason. I hope you remember this to your heart, perhaps you might use it one day to defeat me, you never know."

Eyes widening in confusion, Lelouch nodded and prepared to board the plane. As he turned back one last time to wave at his siblings and friends, Euphemia shouted "Come back quickly, Lulu, Nunna, or before you know it, I will become Eddie's bride already!"

All of a sudden, the temperature dropped, all of the heat within the surrounding the area seems to be sucked into a metaphysical black-hole around the young brunnet.

Stopping her wheel-chair, Nunnally turned around and spoke in an unearthly voice, "No... Eddie will be mine, you won't take him from me, I will be back, just watch, Euphy, I will be back, I promise"

The pinkette eyes turned red, and a pink haze started to gather around her body as her figure began to tremble, a pink mist began to form behind her and it eventually morphed into an animal vaguely reminiscent of a baby dragon.

Meanwhile, the subject of their battle of wills was forming an increasingly large sweat-drop on his forehead.

Sighing in annoyance, Lelouch proceeded to steer his sister away from the group and towards his increasingly bleak fate.

After they disappeared from their view, Schneizel released a heavy breath, looking at Cornelia who had tears in her eyes, he gave a sad shake of his head and walked away. Cornelia looked at his back for a few second, then dismissed it and proceeded to gather Edward and Euphemia, and left after saying good-bye to the Ashfords. Walking away and looking down at the mopes of blonde and pink, she sighed once more and looked on.

March 9, a.t.b. 2010 - Somewhere in Pendragon

"Are you sure that was wise, Naruto?", an unearthly beautiful lady with long cascading green hair questioned her companion as he looked at the moon. "It was worth it, he would no doubt understand in time, and surely, since Charlie would eventually declare war, he would become so entrenched with hatred that he will proceed down that path", the man responded, turning his attention back to the alluring woman beside him.

The man was around 6''2, dressed in a fine black-tailed coat that gave no doubt to his status in society. A large crest adorn his back, the familiar raging fox with lightning coursing around it and shield with a lion mixed with Plantagenet quartering gave away his identity. If one were to see him, they would recognize him as an older version of Edward von Procellius, in fact, if one were to get one of the more lavish paintings within the Procellius estate of their ancestors, they would recognize that he looked almost the exact same to their more distinguished ancestors.

"Well, it matters not to me, as I am just going to be a onlooker in this round of games. But when the time comes, do you want me to give him it?", the woman asked once more.

"It really matters not, but if you must, feel free to do so, it does spice things up quite a bit. It's not like I can stop you anyways, C.C.", Naruto eyed C.C. as he responded.

"Humph, of course. But, enough of that." Walking towards Naruto with slow steps and a sultry smirk, she snaked her arms around his neck and stroked her fingers on his whisker marks, making the blonde purr. Leaning in, she whispered into his ear "Now, you do look more tasty when you discard that horrible kid illusion, you know. It's a pity you had to kill your identity of Maximillian so early, or else I might have some chance for some fun". Tilting back, close enough that their nose were touching, proceeding to make the blonde's breath slightly more rugged, she whispered "I think, it's time for another round of our games...don't you think?", and with that, she walked away.

"Ha...once again, they prove you right, Shika, they are troublesome...rile you up like that and then just walking", turning away from the spot, Naruto just sighed repeatedly, until he suddenly stopped "Ah... I have the perfect set-up for her when the game starts, and when I do win the game, which I will, I guess she won't be too pleased, heh heh, heh, ha ha, hahahhahahaha!". Spinning around as like a sugar-high child that just learned Christmas had come early, he ran away while whistling a jaunty tune.

A/N: Done! Sorta like a prologue which sets everything up. C.C.'s past with Naruto and Naruto's past as well as this unknown "Procellius family" will be explored gradually as the story progresses. And yes, Naruto is Edward Aethelwulf Heinrich Nicholaus von Procellius, and he is also this Maximillian that C.C. mentioned. The beginning passage in the story is like a foreshadow, and it just sorta gives the readers a view of what the later "historians" think of the events within the story, I will probably do something like that in every chapter. But I do have to say that the credit goes to numerous other fanfic authors in the Code Geass fandom, who use them quite proficiently in their fics, most notable ones include "Lelouch of Britannia" and "Code Geass: The Rise of the Black Prince". Anyways, this is my first fic, I'm just posting this up to see the receptions, and I hope people like this!

Furinkazan - Wind, Forest, Fire, Mountain - A set of military philosophy that Takeda Shingen, a legendary samurai/general of Japan in the Sengoku era, worshiped to his death. It comes from an excerpt of "Art of War" by Sun Zi (It's chinese, just people who don't know about it are aware...). Essentially, it means that a true army moves as fast as a wind, as organized as a forest, as strong and fierce as fire, and as patient, unshakable, stable as a mountain. Why Naruto told Lelouch that, you will have to found out later on or figure it out yourself...XD

Oh, and don't forget to vote in the harem poll on my profile later! Maximum 3 girls (aside from C.C.)!

Please R&R! Thx

-Black Prince of Britannia