A/N: Yes. It's short. It's not a full chapter. Just a few scenes I wanted to be part of the story that I couldn't really fit into a full chapter and keep the flow I wanted.

The White Queen

"You really need to lay off the pizza, C.C." Nunnally grunted as she helped the green-haired immortal down the hallway towards her bedroom. Beads of sweat going down her forehead. The witch was just now coming around after fainting in the sewers. Like, how was a girl who'd only been walking for three weeks supposed to drag an immortal with a fair amount of pizza weight across a damn metropolis?!

The lost princess sighed in relief when she finally dumped C.C. off onto her bed and had the chance to collapse back into her wheelchair. "Oh. Yeah. Sure, now you wake up." She whined when the amber eyes blinked open in confusion, and then turned to face her with a blank look.

"Don't look at me like that."

The amber eyes blinked slowly.

"Seriously. Don't look at me like that!"

They blinked again.

"...Fine. I'll talk."

C.C. smirked at that, and Nunnally sighed, dropping her head into her hands. "Witch." She muttered under her breath. "Alright, so...surprise! I'm not blind and I can walk. Lulu doesn't know."

Another blink.

"...You're going to make this difficult, aren't you?"

And another.

"I hate you."

The Goddess of Victory

"Why did you let Britannia kill me, Nelly?" The haunting voice asked again. Blood. So much blood. And that sword, the lifeless eyes…

Cornelia li Britannia shot awake with a gasp, sitting up and quickly rolling off of her bed, wretching. The contents of her stomach expelling themselves onto the floor by her bed while a series of sobs wracked her. "Lelouch…" She coughed, tears streaking down her face.

"Why did you let Britannia kill me, Nelly?"

"Why did you let Britannia kill me, Nelly?"

"Why did you let Britannia kill me, Nelly?"

"SHUT UP!" Cornelia screamed, clutching her ears, trying desperately to tune the apparition out.

The Immortal

I stood in Nunnally's bathroom, quietly staring at my forehead in the mirror while I held my bangs out of the way with one hand. The geass sigil was still there. But...Something was wrong.

It was fading.

Something is weakening my code.

Normally, I would be ecstatic at this. After all, losing my code is that greatest wish I want Lelouch to fill. That I wanted Mao to fill.

It's the what that is weakening my code that concerns me. And the how.

I let my bangs fall back in front of my face and sighed, looking at the ceiling. Lelouch is going to throw a fit when he finds out his sister is caught up in all of this.

The Orange Knight

It can't be.

The resemblance is uncanny.

The reports of all the staff in the G-1 match.

But it just can't be.

Maybe I should start over. I'm looking at the security footage from the G-1, trying to figure out what had caused the battle of Saitama to descend into chaos.

I'd heard the reports. Lelouch vi Britannia appeared out of nowhere, in the middle of the command center, with a sword in his chest and blood pouring from both ends of the wound and from his mouth.

But that wasn't what was on the security footage!

No, it was a girl. Dressed in a Britannian officers uniform, but a girl! Short at that, blonde hair that didn't even come close to meeting military regulation.

It was a girl with violet eyes.

It was Nunnally vi Britannia.

So the Kururugi boy was right. They are alive. And they do hate Britannia.

Very well.

"Computer...Delete recording."