I got the idea for this inbetweeny fic after Lelouch appeared in Episode 2 of Akito the Exiled. He introduces himself as Julius Kingsley but come on, who is that really fooling? He looks like Lulu, is voiced by Jun Fukuyama, is wearing an eyepatch and Suzaku is with him, glaring disdainfully - it's fucking Lulu. So fan theory is that since this OVA takes place between Season 1 and R2 that after Charles erased Lulu's memories he didn't send him straight back to Ashford but instead used him as to help sort out the conflict in the E.U. This would explain why Suzaku is babysitting him and also why he looks so pissed off about it - after all Zero just killed Euphy. So this fic is meant to fill in the gaps but also indulge the fan girl mind! It will be slashy. Multiple pairings no doubt.

Chapter One

[Rewritten]

"You're going to take everything away from me again? Mother?! Even Nunnally?!"

Lelouch tossed fitfully in Suzaku's grasp. The palm pressed over his eyes had robbed him of the ability to use his Geass, and the white, asylum-like body suit he had been imprisoned in left him to strain against the fabric which bound his arms to his chest.

Lelouch couldn't scheme his way out of this one. Not in the presence of people immune to his Geass, and he couldn't hope to fight his way out of Suzaku's iron grasp. He was well and truly caught. His mind ached in frustration, ideas failed him, and his hands cramped with the desire to strangle the man in front of him - Charles Vi Britannia.

His Father.

The huge Emperor's eyes glowed with the hellish red wings of Geass as he stared down at the son whose mind he was about to obliterate. He took great pleasure in this, as his usually booming voice was languid and indulgent.

"Kururuugi, keep his eye open."

Suzaku pressed a finger into Lelouch's cheek and temple, spreading the flesh taught and forcing wide his purple eye which was vulnerable to the power of Charles's Geass.

"No!" Lelouch growled, tossing fruitlessly in his restraints, mind racing but too dashed with fear to formulate an escape. "Stop it! Stop!"

There was no escape.

Lelouch couldn't accept that. He pulled and writhed and screamed. Not like this. He couldn't lose like this!

"Charles Vi Britannia commands you..."

"NO!"

Suzaku turned his face away, fingers trembling in the flesh of Lelouch's face; his agonising cry sliced through Suzaku like a sword.

"...Forget!"

Lelouch howled as the red wings of Geass leapt between their eyes and penetrated his mind. It's undeniable power rotating his brain chemistry, reworking his history, his identity, his emotions, and creating a whole new pattern of events.

Suzaku squeezed his eyes closed, his teeth grating, able to feel every shudder and tremble in his former friend's body as he fought the invasion. He knew that for Lelouch, this punishment was far worse than death. He would rather have death, than to lose all knowledge of the one thing he valued most in the world - his little sister.

The tenseness in Lelouch started to fade as he succumbed to Charles's Geass, until eventually he fell limp in Suzaku's grasp. Charles's booming laughter resounded throughout the chamber. He gripped Lelouch's jaw and lifted his face, boring into it with his double Geass. Both of Lelouch's eyes were softly closed and his expression was slack: he was completely unconscious. Charles released him with a twisted smile, satisfied that his Geass had been effective, effective enough to snuff out all his senses, and stepped back.

"What now, Your Majesty?" Suzaku inquired, still holding Lelouch, somewhat protectively now, by the shoulders.

"What now, Knight of Seven?" Charles mused. "Lock him up for the time being. When he wakes he will accept and believe whatever history you give him: and here is what I want you to say..."

Cradling Lelouch around the shoulders, Suzaku scooped him up under the backs of his knees as he stood, awaiting His Majesty's orders.

Lelouch was breathing softly onto his exposed clavicle. Suzaku tried not to notice.

"'Your name is Julius Kingsley. You are a Britannian tactician who was captured by the terrorist organisation known as The Black Knights..."

And it went on like that, the Emperor fed Suzaku with lines to recite to the blank canvas that had formerly been Lelouch Lamperouge, the student. Lelouch Vi Britannia, the prince. And Zero, the terrorist.

"Oh, and don't forget to introduce yourself."

"Y-You've erased me as well?" Suzaku's grip on Lelouch tightened.

"Yes. For now. He doesn't need the emotional complications of your long and arduous friendship. He is a slave of Britannia now. He will be used thoroughly, and solely, for that purpose."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Suzaku murmured darkly.

Charles glanced over his massive shoulders at Suzaku and smirked.

"Rejoice, Knight of Seven. You have got everything you ever wanted."

Suzaku tried to smile, but he remembered Lelouch talking about his rage and fear at him and Nunnally being used. And he knew that was exactly at the root of Charles's pleasure. The newly appointed Knight of Seven struggled with the twisted cruellness of it. This didn't feel much like winning. It didn't even feel like revenge. If anything, he felt more pain than Lelouch did, gently sleeping in his arms, sinless and without memories.

"You are dismissed. Take him to a cell."

Suzaku bowed then turned on his heel and left, leaving Charles to soak up his victory.

As he walked down the cool, metallic corridors towards the cell block Suzaku couldn't help but steal little glances at Lelouch. Never had he seen him so peaceful. His face had so often been either contorted by pain or fiercely smug or maniacal with laughter that Suzaku had forgotten how captivating Lelouch actually was. How classically attractive he was. Especially wearing such an unguarded expression. The black frill of his eyelashes were a stark contrast to his rose-white skin. His lips were slightly parted and, Suzaku felt a dark thrill rush up his spine at the thought, plunderable. Lelouch was definitely a Prince, he had the refined looks and good breeding to support it. His body in Suzaku's arms felt light and soft. His steady breathing against Suzaku's skin was warm and gentle. Carrying him along the corridors like this, Suzaku felt like a Knight again.

"You're gazing at him like you want to marry him."

Suzaku flinched. "A-Anya! You startled me."

"Sorry."

She zoomed in on Lelouch's sleeping face and took a picture. Click.

"And I was not looking at him like anything!" Suzaku added frantically.

"Okay."

Click.

"I'm serious!"

Click.

"I know."

Suzaku sighed, and continued walking, leaving Anya leaning against the wall to fiddle with her compact computer.

He glanced down at Lelouch again, his expression hard this time. What am I thinking? I was Euphy's Knight. This man in my arms killed her! I shouldn't be looking at him at all, I should be driving a sword through his chest! He should suffer, like Euphy did, like I have!

Suzaku came to a halt before a glass chamber. Swiping an ID card through the slot the screen slid open allowing him entry. He lay Lelouch down on the bed and began unfastening the restraints on his bodysuit. He hated these things, they were a signature of primality. He remembered the green haired girl C.C wore one when they first found her, and this whole nightmare began.

It's her fault, she's the one who gave Lelouch his accursed power!

His hands trembled over the fastenings.

I could kill him now...!

Suzaku felt bile rising in his throat, the familiar sour taste of self-loathing.

I could...!

He squeezed his eyes shut and tore open the bodysuit. The sound of tearing echoed around the glass cell like a church confession. Suzaku let out a choked breath.

Suzaku had once believed in "a life for a life", but that philosophy felt wrong and gut wrenching to him now. If he killed Lelouch then he wouldn't only have lost Euphy, he would have lost his first real friend. He would gain nothing, not the solace of revenge, nor the pride of justice.

Suzaku swallowed hard, his eyes wet, and finished loosening the restraints.

Then, he waited. Without looking at him. Without touching him. Suzaku waited.

Lelouch stirred after about half an hour, he tossed and murmured. Suzaku tensed, going rigid in fright.

"...Nu..nn..al..ly..."

It was strangled, like he were clinging desperately to the last threads of his old self as the Geass made its way through his mind.

Suzaku couldn't handle it, he closed his eyes and went back to reciting Charles's script over and over in his head.

It was a full two hours later when the memoryless Prince sat up and blinked, eyes scanning the room before coming to rest on Suzaku. The forked wings of Geass still glittered in his right eye, but since Suzaku had already been afflicted this was no cause for alarm.

Charles had explained certain things to him about how Lelouch's Geass should be dealt with, since it couldn't be negated without removing his eye.

Lelouch looked lost and wary, he stared at Suzaku expectantly, as if awaiting an explanation...of everything.

"Your name is Julius Kingsley." Suzaku began, ready to rewrite the blank slate before him. "You are a Britannian tactician who was captured by the terrorist organisation known as The Black Knights."

The red rings of Geass flashed around Lelouch's irises, its power taking effect as he registered Suzuku's words and absorbed the details of his new life.

Geass truly was spectacular, and horrifying.

"Your right eye was injured while you were being held hostage, you'll have to wear an eyepatch from now on." Suzaku continued, stiff as a board and talking robotically. "You are to be escorted by me to St. Petersburg to discuss strategies for combating the conflict in the E.U." Which you caused...

Lelouch processed, accepted and nodded before hints of his old personality bled through and he asked coyly and unimpressed, "I see, and...who are you?"

"My name is Kururuugi Suzaku." Suzaku saluted out of habit. "Honorary Britannian. Pilot of the Lancelot. Newly appointed Knight of Rounds: Number Seven. And..." Did he really dare? Anything he said would become reality. The Emperor needn't know...Suzaku bit his lip. "...your lover."