Chapter 1: A Doll Named Kallen

It had been a vicious battle. Lelouch’s cunning was sharp as ever and the strength of the Black Knights had hounded the great Britannian Empire. But in the end they had lost. And now Lelouch was brought back to a face he hoped he would never see again.

Charles smiled at the sight of his son so defeated. His Geass power was partially awakened, out of control even. Sitting high on his throne he put his hand under his chin and smiled. Suzaku was behind him, holding him down.

Suzaku spoke his of his desires to become a Knight of the Round. He announced he would change the empire from within. That amused the Emperor. He must have felt brave saying that.

Charles did not admonish him either. He knew of this one’s desires and ambitions. They didn’t matter to him one bit. He would give him a place at the table. Enough to let him taste the leftover scraps of nobles like him so he could feel important. But he would never relent in his hold over the Elevens. And Suzaku had the knife to the Emperor’s throat in the form of his son and his great power and yet he bowed. No matter what the situation, he would always be a cur.

Charles unleashed his own power upon his son, demonstrating why exactly he was the Emperor. Lelouch fell to the ground, unable to comprehend what was happening to him. Suzaku looked almost concerned for his friend. But Charles looked at him sternly. “Leave us.” Suzaku nodded and did as he was told. “Rise,” he said to Lelouch. Despite his weakness, his mind being broken as the new memories took root inside his mind, he did exactly as he was told.

“You have misbehaved rather badly my son. Snarling at me with your fangs. But I am merciful. I reward strength. I reward power. And I reward beauty. Yes, of all my sons, you are one most fit to inherit my throne! That other one will serve as he is meant to do. But you are meant to rule. And I have a most fitting reward for you. You are now Viceroy of the Elevens. Their people are for you to do as you please. I trust you will enjoy the privilege of your station.”

Lelouch returned to Japan that very evening. The Britannian guards who earlier showed disdain at this treacherous son turning against his father saluted him for the new station he enjoyed. Even Cornelia was forced to show favor to her traitorous brother.

She led Lelouch through the palace. He was brought to a great room built in the highest towers, standing tall above the ramparts. It was splendid. The sun shone through, it was decorated with lovely furniture and the finest luxuries. And there was one other thing too.

It was Kallen Stadtfeld. She preferred to go by Kouzuki but here she would always be Stadtfelt. She had the features of a native Britannian. But instead she had chosen to rebel. Still, much like his son, she was strong. And the Emperor would never punish one of his people.

She was wearing a fine crimson dress. The long sleeves adorned her arms and it had a long skirt which covered her legs, the kind of thing that would be worn at a ball. It was of top quality too, embroidered with flowers and the patterns of the Britannian Empire and her hair falling back was combed back to look as fine as possible, she really did look like a princess. But her collarbone and shoulders were exposed leaving a large window to her breasts, it accentuated her already ample cleavage. And with her forced to wear it in a place like this, it was terribly humiliating for her.

“Lelouch!” she said.

“Welcome home my brother,” Cornelia said. “This will be your new room in my palace. And this is the prisoner.”

Lelouch looked her over. Something about her ticked in the back of his mind. Charles’ spell had only just begun to take effect and there were still vestiges of his old self left.

But at the same time, his father’s promise appealed to him. That dress looked great on Kallen. He saw the pleading in her eyes only for a second. He was far more distracted by her rack.

“Yes,” he said firmly, not looking away.

That answer pleased Cornelia. She was worried he might try to break her out right now. But he was truly one of theirs again. Traitors deserved no such sympathy, let alone proud Britannians who chose to side with Elevens. “Good. We have dressed her finely before her execution. I presume you will show her no mercy and...”

“Leave us.”

She looked blankly at him. “What?” She wasn’t sure if she heard him right.

He looked right back at her with a vicious glare in his eyes. “Leave us.” That was definitely an order.

“Brother I am an Imperial Princess of Britannia and...”

His hand snapped up to her throat and he shoved her back so hard she almost fell on her back. “You will not disturb us,” he hissed. It was his willpower and none of his well known lack of physical strength that empowered him at that moment. She remembered the reports about his power, had suspected he had killed Clovis. She still didn’t understand why father let him live. She would not take the risks. She hurried away and shut the door behind her.

That gesture warmed something in Kallen’s heart. Cornelia was not only a vicious warrior, but also a proud royal in the Britannian family. She was liable to crush you between your boot as she was to spit in your face. But Lelouch sent her away.

She ran over to him and embraced him. “Thank you Lelouch! I’m so happy to see you again! I thought they were going to kill you and...”

“Who are you?” he said.

She looked up at him. “What?”

“Who are you?”

“It’s me, Kallen! Don’t you remember?”

He set her back. “Mind your distance. I am Prince Lelouch vi Britannia. We are not equals and you should learn your place.”

Her heart sank hearing that. “Please Lelouch, snap out of it!” He still said nothing. “Zero!”

He blinked hard. Why do her words feel so familiar? he thought to himself. That name rung a bell. But he ignored it. Not when the prospect of doing things with this woman was so tempting.

He boldly strode on over to her and kissed her. She offered no resistance. He brushed his lips on hers from the beginning and she weakly kissed back, feeling blessed to receive this kind of affection from her leader she cherished. She also hoped it would awaken his original self again. Encouraged by her compliance he became forceful with her, opening his lips and shoving his tongue right inside her mouth.

She did not resist. She kissed him back deeply, holding onto his shoulders, appreciating him. She didn’t know what had happened to him since that confrontation with Suzaku, but he wasn’t hurting her. There might have still been a sliver of his original self locked away.

When he broke the kiss, there was a line of spit between their tongues. He studied her expression. Her eyes were almost pleading with him. But he didn’t understand what she wanted. He looked down at her chest, all too exposed to him.

She cupped his face so that they were looking right at each other again. “Lelouch, please. I...” She kissed him again. He gave it right back to her, hungrily exploring her mouth as she was doing to him. His royal pride surged to the forefront, he intended to enjoy her as much as possible.

This woman was beautiful and there was something familiar about her presence. Still kissing her, her him, his hands found her breasts all too vulnerable to his touch. He massaged them through the dress, he loved how good they felt on his hands, big and soft and coupled with the soft texture of that dress, the feeling was heavenly. Everytime he did it, she moaned within their kiss. The sounds were making him fall in love with her.

His fingers flicked her erect nipples, by now pointing right out. She broke the kiss and gasped like a sweet little maiden. But she was still holding onto his shoulders, she did nothing to escape him, and she was even looking down at him, her cheeks tinged beet red. Looking into her eyes, he could see that she was at a loss for words.