Prolouge.

2010 A.T.B

Lady Marianne Vi Britannia was having quite the strange feeling all day. She wasn't sure what it was about. It was just there, and it refused to leave. The night had came however, and she was expecting her brother in law, V.V to come.

She wasn't sure what had brought his visit on. She just knew it couldn't be good. That man's attitude towards her had never been good. There was always a degree of resentment towards her from the child like immortal. And it never sat well with her to be alone with him.

She gave a sigh. Lelouch and Nunnally were asleep, and she had dismissed Cornelia and the guards, so they would be in complete privacy. A small smile appeared on her lips. Cornelia was a powerful young woman. And Cornelia's idolization of her since she was a little girl, was very cute. She was as proud of her, as if she was Marianne's own child.

Speaking of her own children, she was going to miss them. Charles had decided to send both of them to Japan, for negotiations. She had refused, as she wasn't sure what Charles' plan was -he had refused to tell her all of the little details, and even as his wife, she couldn't have all of his plans- but she couldn't sway him from whatever plan he had. She might love him, but she had figured out long ago, he didn't truly care about all of his children, he believed that achieving their dream would make it better in the end.

Lelouch, her little boy. Already seems so intelligent and brilliant, he might one day outshine his half brother Schneizel. He seemed to have made it his personal mission to keep his little sister Nunnally, and half sister Euphy to not stop smiling.

Nunnally was so cute and adorable too. She seemed to have a lot of energy, a hell of a lot more than Lelouch, that's for sure. She loved both of them, she hoped that she would not lose them. She took a deep breath, and exhaled, then approached the immortal boy.

"What did you call me for today? I cleared everyone out of here. I even had Cornelia withdraw," she asked.

"Sorry to do this. Especially without Charles around," Marianne frowned, not understanding what V.V was up to.

"Is this about the Sword of Akasha?" she asked to be sure, a horrible feeling was filling her with dread at this point.

"Hm? Oh, no. This is only about Charles. Ever since he met you, Charles has been acting like a different man. It seems to me that you and he have come to enjoy learning more about one another. You realize that if this continues, the contract we made will never be fulfilled. I'll be left alone. From the beginning of time, it's always been the woman who's led the man astray," Marianne's heart kept beating faster and faster with every sentence coming out.

"Lady Marianne!" a guard called.

"I told you to stay out of here," she called back, before seeing the guns. Everything froze, then she heard gunshots. It took what felt like eternity before she realized that she was not the one who was shot, but the two guards with V.V.

The child like immortal looked at the two corpses in shock and fear.

"What?" he screamed before a gunshot flew from the back of his head, piercing his skull. "That wouldn't keep him down for long," she thought. She didn't hear the order that was given from the child that was there. All she saw in shock, were the guards restraining the immortal boy.

It took more than Marianne will ever be willing to admit to get over the shock of what she had just went through. She finally looked from where V.V had been, to see what had almost gave her a heart attack.

Her little boy, her Lelouch, stood there, a hard look on his face. Him standing there, alone was reason enough to panic. What turned her blood to ice, however, were his eyes. His right eye, hard, glaring at the body that was being restrained, mature, and knowing.

His right eye. His left eye, red. Red with the Geass symbol embedded in it, flapping and unstopping. He finally looked at her. His eyes growing softer, more tender. He covered his right eye, preventing Marianne from seeing it any longer.

"Mother," he called to her, voice young, yet commanding. There was no way her little boy had grown up this much in a matter of hours. Marianne had a hard time breathing the more she looked at her son's eye. "We need to talk," he finally said.

Before Marianne could summon the power to replay, she heard small footsteps running. They stopped at the top of the stairs. Marianne looked up. Her eyes widened once more, seeing it was none other than Nunnally. Tears stained her beautiful blue eyes, eyes that were focused on her brother.

The young girl ran down the stairs, quick as lightning, she ran towards her brother tackling him in a bone crushing hug, babbling away things Marianne could not understand. The only words Marianne could hear were "How could you, you can't leave me, never again, never again,"

Then a whimper came from the corner of the room. All three of them turned to the source of the sound. The young Anya Alstreim was there, clutching the railing and Marianne's shock, Nunnally took a deep breath, and went to Anya's side. She hugged the young child, and starting rocking and shushing her. The young girl most likely grateful and distraught, clutched Nunnally harder, and buried her face in the young princess' chest.

Marianne just wanted someone to tell her what the fuck was going on at that point, OK? her brother in law had just tried to kill her, her ten year old son who had Geass -Who had Geass- had just saved her, and her daughter had just came down running clutching her brother and babbling like the boy had just died in front of her eyes. What the hell?

Her eyes went to Lelouch once more. She nodded at him, shaking in fear. Fear of what, she could not tell. But she had to find out what had just happened.