Well... the world has gone to shit which kinda killed my mood for... pretty much everything. Suffice to say it was a chore drafting for this chapter.

I'm feeling a bit blue at the moment and in real need of hearing or reading something positive.

That aside I decided that my posting schedule is going to change drastically.

I'm gonna post when I want and not be stuck in a schedule. Mostly because I feel confined having to keep up a date when I'm in an emotional rut at the moment.

That being said the next chapter is being written now as i'm in a rare mood of productivity.

It should be released in a week or so.

Stay safe y'all

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"Lelouch Vi Britannia commands you"- Speaking.

'Lelouch Vi Britannia commands you' - Character's Thoughts.

"Lelouch Vi Britannia commands you" - Telecommunications.

"[Japanese: Lelouch Vi Britannia commands you]" - Language change

"LELOUCH VI BRITANNIA COMMANDS YOU" - Speakers or Intensity

"Lelouch vi Britannia commands you" - Geass Command

(Flashback) Lelouch Vi Britannia commands you - Flashback or Intro recap

Please suspend your disbelief.

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Previously

Hi there, my name is Jason Jung Ehn Everett.

"Oh- Fuck me sideways."

I'm a 25 year old male born to an American Father and a Korean Mother whom I love very much.

"C-Can it be...?"

I have an older sibling who I am quite close with. My hobbies include watching anime, reading manga, cosplaying and listening to music.

"YOU GAVE US A GUARANTEE THAT YOUR NEW MODEL WILL TURN THE FAVOR TO OUR SIDE! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST IT'S SIGNAL! "

I'm a Mid Level Office worker with a decent salary. I don't have a girlfriend but I have friends who I can call family.

"What is it that you wan-"

Did I mention I'm in the body of an anime character from a TV show that I watched from high school?

"I would be filled with celestial jubilation... if you could call out an order of cease fire."

Now

Today was going horribly bad for one Kallen Kōzuki. Granted, it was better than what she assumed was going to happen after they were discovered with the poison canister. Still, with everything that's been going on, she was somewhat convinced that she was in a hyper realistic fever dream.

"Do you think this Zero guy can pull off what he said?"

Her musings were cut short when Ohgi asked her that question. It was a good one too. Before today she would have called it outlandish... but she decided to give it the benefit of a doubt.

"Maybe... I mean he did help us beat that, what was it again? Lancelot Knightmare?" Inoue chimed in.

Lancelot, hated she maybe that she was half Britannian but even she could reluctantly admit that the old stories of Camelot her dad read to her as a child were entertaining. The Knight of Du'Lac. Supposedly one of the strongest knights of the Round Table of Camelot.

To bad that none of the Knights of Britannia possessed a modicum of chivalry of their namesakes.

Despite their victory over the new generation Knightmare, it definitely lived up to its name. If that Knightmare was in the hand of a Knight of the Rounds...

'We would have been slaughtered.' Kallen grimaced. That epiphany brought her no joy. Since she realized that they only won against the machine and its devicer thanks to a few unlikely circumstances rather than of skill.

"Lancelot though. That's a weird name to give to a Knightmare." Sugiyama chimed in. Kallen would definitely need to sit down and explain to them about that later but right now her mind was concentrating on something else. Said else was dismantling the formidable White Knightmare.

Sugiyama said earlier that it might be in their best interests just ditching the Knightmare somewhere underground but Ohgi argued otherwise.

"It might be best to do what that Zero guy suggested. We don't want to face this thing again and the longer it takes to repair it the longer time we have to see what we can do to counteract it."

It was a good point, they even severed the head of the Lancelot and hid it deep underground in one of the old Shinjuku Yamanote subways. Despite his general dimwitted nature, there were times where Tamaki would surprise the lot of them.

It was he after all who suggested the hiding spot with his logic being: "The Brits don't give two shit about anything Japanese anyway so they will definitely overlook the old metro lines."

It took nearly half an hour dismantling the Lancelot and hiding it. They were about to leave the cockpit alone but Tamaki got some rebars that were sticking out nearby and tied it around the cockpit with his Knightmare. Whoever came to rescue the traitorous rat inside were going to have a hard time taking the bastard inside out.

Right now the Naoto Resistance were ditching their Sutherlands so they can move on foot. Seeing how they needed speed they ditched their weapons and moved as quickly as possible.

The battle was simmering down to a calm so it won't do them any good to be caught with weapons. Britannian weapons more so.

They were about 2 blocks away from reaching one of the warehouses that served as a meeting hall for the other Japanese in the ghetto when a loud explosion rocked the air to their left... Near the warehouse where they were heading.

"Oh no..." Ohgi glanced around the corner and saw a tank accompanied by Britannian infantry aiming their weapons at the people who gathered in the warehouse.

Kallen's jaw clenched hard as she put 2 and 2 together. Even Tamaki was smart enough to not make a sound no matter how much he wanted to scream out in anger. It would do them no good if they were found out here.

In Kallen's mind she was wondering what she could do, or more sensibly if she could do anything, to help the people inside who were but mere seconds away from being ripped apart to shreds of meat. Completely slaughtered like animals in a butchery.

She cursed at the fact she discarded her weapon but another part of her berated herself. They had very few ammunition left after unloading everything they had at the Lancelot.

What little they would have had would not help their predicament or even survive an encounter such as this.

Sutherlands were a no go as well since they all had around about 10% of energy left and would have probably run out before even reaching here.

"Prepare to Fire!"

As the resistance group heard the Britannian leader order his men to take aim, Kallen and the others closed their eyes in shame. Knowing they could do nothing but watch.

"Goddamn it! We should have used that fucking poison gas! Fucking Nagata!" Tamaki voiced in a pained whisper.

"Attention all forces! Cease fire at once. In the name of Clovis La Britannia, 3rd Prince and Royal Viceroy of Area 11, You are so ordered! All forces, cease fire at once! You shall also cease all destruction of buildings here. All casualties, either Britannian or Eleven, shall be treated without prejudice! In the name of Clovis La Britannia, you are so ordered! Cease fire at once! I shall allow no further fighting!"

Silence.

Kallen was shocked with surprise when she heard the cease fire. That meant...

!

Clovis' G1 Bridge

Once the lights died down Clovis stared at his would be killer. How this person managed to infiltrate here was beyond his ability to comprehend. What's more, how this person was able to orchestrate that while ushering his staff and his most loyal aide out, leaving himself with such an obviously unknown hostile.

He knew Bartley, for a fact, would have violently protested in leaving himself alone with anyone. That included people he trusted like his Elder Sister Cornelia and even harmless Euphemia. So the question remains... how did this person do it?

Clovis was also weary of the fact that this person was wearing one of his country's military uniforms. There was no way in hell this person was a Number volunteer. His accent did not possess the tint of a Number's. Dare he say it, this person sounded Britannian and possibly a high ranking one!

After all, the common Britannian would never used such words as "celestial jubilation". Commoners did not flourish their speech like that even if they were in the company of a Noble. Words like that... were more reserved for people like himself when playing "The Game".

Seconds passed which turned to minutes and yet this person did not make a single sound nor did he move. Frankly speaking he was starting to get terrified of the unknown person who was shrouded in darkness.

"Well? What now? Shall I be your Nightingale and sing a few songs? or perhaps we could play a nice game of chess?" Despite being terrified Clovis knew not to show fear. It would accomplish nothing but give the enemy more power over him. He had to be patient and try to prolong their upcoming chat as long as possible. Hoping that Bartley was able to call for reinforcements but somehow... Clovis knew that was just not in the cards. What could he do?

If he wanted to increase his chances at surviving he would need to be amicable to this person. Weak willed terrorists tend to have a hard time in killing their hostages if they were somewhat "friendly" with them. For that to happen, Clovis needed for this person to engage with him in dialogue so he could have an idea what they wanted and how he could get out of this mess.

But... nothing.

Unfortunately, this person did not seem to be the weak willed type and a shiver crawled down Clovis' spine.

Clovis' eyes then narrowed when there was no response after a few more minutes passed. Perhaps... his mind was playing tricks on him and maybe the person already left.

Nope, the person was still there. Still standing there somewhat menacingly in the dark. No one is that silent. It was... creepy how this person seemed to just lurk under a veil of shadows.

Clovis was rather glad that were no lights present mainly because he was starting to sweat in trepidation. He could feel his silk shirt cling onto his chest with his ascot slowing soaking up his perspiration.

Just as he was about to continue in a false bravado in trying to get this person to speak the specter in the shadows asked him a question he was nowhere near ready for.

"Where is Lelouch vi Britannia?"

It took a few seconds for Clovis' brain to reboot when he heard that question. A dumb sound of "huh" escaped his lips involuntarily as he slowly came to grips with what he was asked. After a while Clovis' eyes glowered at his interrogator.

"If you're going to ask pointless questions like this I don't see why I have to answer to someone like you."

"Where is Lelouch vi Britannia?"

What nonsense is this person asking? In fact he should probably ask!

"My little brother is no longer in this world so you're going to hav-"

"He is not dead."

Just hearing the conviction behind that statement made Clovis feel as though time was frozen.

"He escaped my capture when Britannia invaded Area 11. I will ask one last time. Where is Lelouch vi Britannia?" Clovis heard a pistol being cocked then the laser sight was turned on and aimed at his heart. His mind however didn't register that.

In fact, the mind of Clovis was a bit preoccupied at the moment. If you wish to speak to him please leave a message after the tone.

'What... what on Earth was this person talking about...? Lelouch... alive...?' Admittedly Clovis can be quite slow on the uptake but you will have to excuse him as he was having an extremely hard time realizing what this person was saying.

Clovis' sense of self preservation flew out the window as anger started to well up in him. With a cold voice that would have surprised everyone who knew him he told what was going to happen to the person who was holding him hostage.

"You better already have written a will because there is no way you are leaving out of here alive. It is one thing to hold me hostage... It's a completely different affair to drag up his name in my presence with such disrespect. My brother is dead because of these Eleven savages and if you speak more of this nonsense I will make it my duty to hunt you down."

A sinister chuckle came out of the man in shadows. "Lelouch is definitely alive though I can't say much about that crippled sister of his. I know for a fact he is still in Area 11 but he is hidden quite well that even I cannot find him..."

The man proceeded to make a circle motion with the hand holding the pistol. As if he was dismissing Clovis' statement like it was a child who said it.

"For Lelouch to be able to hide from my sights, it would indicate that not only is he getting resources to hide his presence but that someone high up in the government was also erasing any trace of him."

The man slowly took off his helmet and threw it casually to the ground. His face however was still hidden in the dark from the now angered gaze of Clovis.

"and that is saying something... after all despite all the hassle I went through in doing it... I was one who tracked that bitch Marianne with her 2 spawns at Aries Villa that night all those years ago."

The 3rd Prince to the throne felt the cold hand of death grip his heart. What did this person mean about...

A gear shifted in his head that suddenly made some things clear. His mind suddenly brought him back to the day Lelouch confronted father about Aunt Marianne's death. Lelouch was adamant that it was not terrorists who had murdered her but someone in the court.

"Oh come on Clovis, catch up. You can do this." Pearly white teeth shone in the dark as the man taunted Clovis with a sickening glee of humor in his tone.

His little brother's remarks were ignored because no one would dare assassinate a member of Royalty after the era now known as the "Emblem of Blood". His father made it an Imperial law that assassinations against the Royal Court were to be forbidden. The ones who attempted it in the early reigns of Charles zi Britannia were made an example of. Subjected to a fate much worse than death that even the Vampire of Britannia was sick in his stomach.

"Almost there, you can do it." The man now started to giggle like a kid.

It still boggled the minds of Clovis and anyone else who were close to the vi Britannian Line.

Aries Villa was one of the most secured palaces in the homeland. Not only because of how it was designed but also due to its location. It was located near the capital and any signs of assassination would have been caught before the perpetrator had the chance to enact... Unless...of course... unless someone knew their way around the Villa and its protocols...

"Ah, almost there." The man was clapping like an excited child who was about to receive his Christmas present.

Cornelia told him that she was told to not come in that night and that she had the night off... because someone Marianne knew was coming over and they wanted some privacy...

"You..." The fog in Clovis' mind was starting to clear.

Aunt Marianne used to be in the Knight of Rounds due to her impressive ability to ride a Knightmare and her physical prowess. Someone like her would not have be gunned down so easily... unless it was someone she knew quite well thus leaving her guard down...

"You..."

Just because Father outlawed Royal assassinations did not mean people couldn't try. They would just have to be smarter. Aunt Marianne had many enemies... so many enemies... both at home and abroad. That meant whoever had killed her had to play the long game... and that someone hated... no ... loathed Marianne's existence...

"You... YOU! You're the one-"

"Bing Bong! It took you long enough! My my, for someone who's related to both Schneizel and Lelouch you can be quite slow huh? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Curruid." The man made bow reminiscent of a magician thanking his audience for coming to his show.

"Now settle down little prince-ling. We've established that I killed Marianne but what's more important is that I know you're hiding him from me... and that is not good idea if you still want to be breathing."

"What are you-"

"Do not lie Clovis. I know your delve into the supernatural with that witch. You only live because you do not know what you're messing with. Now, unless you want to die for the same reason as that flaunting whore Marianne I suggest you spit out his locatio-"

"I do not know where they are! Even if I did I will never reveal it! You would have to pry the answers from my cold dead body!"

"Oh what's this?" Mocked surprise laced in his voice. The man even had the gall to bring his free hand before his mouth and pretend he was shocked!

"Brotherly love for your brethren? Or is that guilt I hear? Please, we both know that you detest-"

"DO NOT DARE INSINUATE MY LOVE FOR THEM AS FALSE! THEY MAY NOT BE MY FULL BLOODED SIBLINGS BUT I WILL DAMN MAKE SURE YOU DON'T GET YOUR HANDS ON THEM!"

In his rage Clovis had forgotten that the man mentioned that Nunnally was no longer in the world of the living. To him however, it made sense that if Lelouch was alive then Nunnally was as well. There was no way in Heaven or on Earth would Lelouch have left his sister. If he was alive Nunnally was as well.

If what this person was saying is true, that perhaps Lelouch was still alive! All the years grieving over Lelouch's death. All the years of quiet crying for Nunnally in the privacy of his room. All of it turned to desperation as Clovis promised to himself that he would fight tooth and nail that this bastard got nowhere near his little brother and sister!

Standing up abruptly Clovis charged at the man in the shadows, forgetting that he was wielding a firearm and that it was aimed at him. The man easily dodged to the left which left Clovis crashing to the ground where he hoped to have taken down the man.

Getting up Clovis prepared to charge again and lamented over that fact he did not have a weapon on his person. If only he had brought his rapier! Then he would have easily taken down this bastard.

Now that he closed the distance between them he was able to get a clear look at the person who he was facing. Good. Whoever this person was seemed to have been in close proximity to Aunt Marianne which gave him a chance to identify who this person was.

If Clovis was to die today he would make sure to at least leave a clue to the person who discovered his body. Once more ready to charge, Clovis was about to pounce just as when he got a good look at the person.

He had raven hair that that honestly looked like that needed a cut. He was surprisingly scrawny for someone who supposedly took down Marianne The Flash. Skin was a bit pale even in the shadows and his eyes were a near frightening copy of his Father's. That gave him a guess as to who this person was. There was only a few percentage of Britannians who possessed such violet eyes or any form of it.

All his sibling's eyes had a tint of the royal purple irises their Father possessed. Even Guinevere who had emerald eyes had specks of violet in them if one were to stare directly at them at close proximity.

This meant he was one of the Princes and judging by his age someone very low in the line of succession. Something at the back of his mind tickled him, telling him that he should know this person. Once the adrenaline was gone he would most likely identify who this person was.

Now, he needed to focus.

"Since you're not co-operating I'm going to have to use my ace in the hole."

That was the last thing Clovis heard before a glow of scarlet shined in the dark and Clovis saw nothing but red.

Clovis' G1 Bridge Earlier - Jason

After ordering Clovis to order a cease fire I was now stumped as to what to do. Granted I could just off him without Geass-ing him as I pretty much know what I need from him.

Unlike Lelouch, I actually know what happened to Marianne all those years ago so I had no burning want to interrogate Clovis about it.

Plus, if I just kill him without revealing who I am, Clovis won't tell that bastard Charles about the person who killed him. People tend to forget that Clovis was the one who revealed to Charles that it was Lelouch who killed him. At this point in time Charles had an idea of where Lelouch and Nunnally where but did not know where exactly.

Despite the necessity of Clovis' demise there was a part of him that wanted to sit down and ask him a few questions.

Though pointing a gun at the man who probably ruin the experience.

What I wanted to ask was: why on Earth would Clovis be the head of an occult research team. Clovis didn't seem like the type to want immortality. That's more Schneizel as that platinum haired prat would think that as an immortal he can rule Britannia over eons securing peace and prosperity throughout the world.

Despite what others believed, in an age of peace Schneizel would have indeed been an ideal king if not for the fact that Lelouch was hellbent in making sure the Zero Requiem was realized.

Even in that movie, Schneizel did an impressive job of advising Nunnally now that he did not have his sights on taking down an enemy of the empire.

Earlier fans believed that Clovis only wanted immortality because he was that vain but materials published after the show revealed that he had a deep desire for immortality not for himself but for another reason.

Another question he wanted to ask Clovis was how in the seven hells did he plan to get away unscathed from Charles' wrath.

It was theorized that Charles left C.C. in Clovis' care without him knowing about it because the multi hair-curled dick head was hoping that C.C. would eventually link up with Lelouch. To give his son of the only woman he loved further protection from the brother who had betrayed him.

Others believed that because Charles had underestimated Clovis, the Emperor had absolutely no idea that C.C. was in Japan. This theory was formed when after Lelouch made a contract with C.C. Charles was audibly surprised at the fact that C.C. made a contract.

Personally, Jason was a subscriber to the first theory.

Getting back to the matter at hand. Jason inspected Clovis and the dude looked like he was constipated and was in need of a toilet.

While Jason did indeed serve in the Korean military, there was no wars being fought at the time he was conscripted and he had yet to kill a man. Hell, he had yet to even shoot at someone. Therefore, he was of course a bit nervous at the prospect of killing someone.

Unlike Lelouch, Jason did not have a vendetta against the world and was a bit squeamish at the idea of killing someone. Regardless of how this whole thing could possibly be a dream.

But he couldn't let Clovis go live right? Unlike Lelouch.

'That is starting to become a catchphrase of mine isn't it?' Jason thought to himself.

Unlike Lelouch however he was not some super genius that can make complex plans on the spot. Jason was more of the analytical type, someone who would collect data then see what he could do.

Clovis staying alive would have consequences that will echo throughout the majority of Jason's stay in this world if this was all indeed real. Whether that may bring positive or negatives ones would probably be something he would ponder on later.

Yes...

It seems...

That killing Clovis would unfortunately be needed here.

'There goes the no killing route.' His eyes made contact with Clovis unintentionally but thanks to the visor of the helmet he was wearing Clovis was not aware of this. It also made what he was going to do that much more harder.

'I am sorry about this Clovis... I hope somehow you know once you reached the after life. I bear no joy in shooting you right now.'

Closing his eyes Jason takes a slow, deep breath to calm his nerves. The moment he opened them the apologetic look he once had turned into an icy determination.

Jason prepared to say goodbye to his innocence as he took a plunge into the Path of Shura. In religious studies he learned that it was one of the worlds where humans would go to after death in Buddhism. An endless world of blood, anger and pain. Fitting for someone like Lelouch and now him.

Jason began squeezi-

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The possessed body of Lelouch went catatonic for only about a second before its eyes opened.

Within the territory of the Chinese Federation, researchers in the Geass Directorate would detect an anomaly in their readings as a strange single pulse resonated with all the ruins that were traced back to the roots of Geass. This sudden development caused a panic throughout the staff so much so that no one remembered to check where the origin of this pulse was from.

If someone was to call out to the body of Lelouch, all they would have gotten was a blank stare as if nobody was there.

It would be hours later before someone realized this fact only for them to find out that they were too late in tracing the signal. Months later, where another pulse was let out did they figure out that the pulse originated from Kaminejima and that perhaps the first one was also from Japan.

Another few seconds went by before the empty vessel of Lelouch seemed to regain a trace of lucidity in their eyes.

That single pulse reawakened C.C. who would then go from surprised to annoyed seeing how some pieces of the buildings metal frame above had been embedded and pierced her body. She spent a hour or so extracting them and another to let her wounds heal completely before disappearing into the crowd that was exiting the ghetto.

At this point Clovis' eyes narrowed and was about to ask his interrogator to ask the question he was being held up for.

In one of the rooms of the Pendragon Palace, a boy with who possessed the eyes of someone far holder older momentarily froze before gripping his head to relieve the pain.

Within the boy's mind it seemed to reach the conclusion that perhaps working for over a 100 hours straight might have been a but too much on his body.

Deciding that he needed a break, he retired to his personal quarters that were hidden from the inhabitants of the palace and decided to take a nap.

Perhaps fulfilling the contract when his body didn't hit puberty was a bit rash. But hey, he and his brother decided it was for the best as the previous holder was adamant in stopping the boys once they learned of their plans.

A sense of self was being reestablished in the mind of Jason/Lelouch.

Just like before, his mind went into a state of hyperactivity following the whims of a sudden realization.

There was a way to subdue Clovis without needing to end his life.

After all it was proven that the Geass of Lelouch was extremely powerful that even when Lelouch was induced with amnesia or even when he was dead, his commands held strong.

After all, didn't people believe that being dead... was almost like being asleep?

With that in mind, it was time to misdirect Clovis.

Why you may ask?

Mostly, in case if he was awoken from a Geass Cancellor that will pop up in the future.

Or, perhaps due to the influence of Jason hijacking Lelouch's body, the Power of Absolute Obedience may have been weakened thus making what he had planned for Clovis being moot.

Thus a misdirect is needed in case Clovis recovered from his sleeping beauty syndrome.

Also. There was a little part of Jason/Lelouch that wanted to troll his older brother in a fit of deranged family love.

Author's Note
To those who take note, the POV pronoun mix up is intentional this time around. They are liked that for a reason.

Anything more would ruin the surprise.

See you all next time, whenever that is.

Next time on Code Geass: Jason's Rebellion.

Some questions will be answered and truths will be revealed.

How will they affect Jason and what is causing him to black out?

All will be revealed next time:

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