So I'm writing this on mobile. If the chapter length isn't very long, that's why.

Turn 1.2

Villetta is yelling at me to explain myself. Meanwhile, I'm wondering what to do, here.

Canon's out. I do not need this bitch snooping around, especially around Nunnally!

...Wait. Why am I so vehement...? Oh ROB, you cunning bastard. So now I have Lelouch's prejudices and feelings about things to deal with.

Bullets whiz by my head. Huh. I should be a lot more nervous about that. Maybe I'm still in shock. Or more likely, I picked a healthy dose of Lelouch's ego.

"Come out of that Knightmare," I demand.

Yep, definitely the ego. I know I would have trouble keeping a straight face with a gun pointed at me.

"You dare raise your gun to the nobility? I'm Allan Spacer, of the Spacer Dukedom. My father will have your head for this insolence," I say with an imperious tone.

Come on, buy it, buy it.

HA! Sucker!

Huh, she's really beautiful. Pity she's such a conniving bitch.

...I just know I'm going to regret this. "You will swear your absolute loyalty to me, Lelouch vi Britannia. You will otherwise act normally without any changes. You will tell me the truth when I ask you to."

I really should just kill her. But...having an agent on my side can't hurt. Besides, she and Ohgi haven't backstabbed me yet.

Though if he tries to backstab me again, I'll have the pleasure of seeing her shank his afro-wearing ass.

She blinks and then kneels before me.

"I, Viletta Nu, do hereby swear my eternal loyalty to Lelouch Vi Britannia. His cause is mine, I serve his name."

Someone is clapping. I turn around.

And there she is. Her face still has blood on it even as the hole in her skull closes up, smirk adorning her face.

She's absolutely beautiful. CC. My witch.

"My, I knew C's World changed you. But I'm enjoying the show so far, boy."

I take a stage bow. "This is but the prologue. So I'm guessing you don't die?" I point to my forehead.

The witch shrugs as she wipes the blood off her face. "You won't have to worry about that. So, do you like the power you were granted?"

I shrug. "It was either that or getting ventilated. And I don't come back from bullets."

I turn back to Villetta. "Give me your Knightmare Frame, and contact info. I'm going to fix this situation."

She salutes. "But my Lord, don't you require protection?"

I pat her on the shoulder as I smile. "Oh don't worry. The terrorists will soon get a benefactor to turn the tide. Now get going. And tell Jeremiah Gottwald to call that number after the battle."

"yes, milord."

I turn back to the witch. "So I realize this is a fucked-up question, but do you want to take a ride with me and kill my half-brother?"

She stares incredulous at me and then bursts out laughing.

"Oh I think I'm going to like you. Let's go, boy."

"It's Lelouch, miss immortal. Tell me, did immortality give you that ass, or do you come by it naturally?" I say cheekily.

She stops walking and turns around. "It's been a long time since I had a contractor who mouthed off to me." She smirks at my dusty frame, "Let's see you back it up."

She struts to the frame, hips moving.

I walk after her, slowly. Because an ass like that? It's a work of art.

And judging by how the pants I'm wearing feel like they're chafing? Lelouch must be a lot more hung than his skinny frame would suggest.

"Hey, if I can get someone to call me on my bullshit, who am I to argue with a lady?" I say as I settle into the cockpit.

Judging by CC plopping down and wiggling, she's clearly enjoying this. "You're not what I expected. And for an immortal, do you know what the worst thing is?"

I stroke my chin. It's actually pretty obvious, once you think about it.

"Aside from outliving everyone else you know? I'd say, boredom."

Her eyes open wide and then she starts giggling, moving onto to full out laughter.

"Hahahahaha! Oh yes, I'm definitely going to enjoy being your accomplice."

I switch on the machine as I grip the controls.

"Kill Britannians now, flirt on downtime."

I engage the landspinners as I move out into the field.

...Honestly? Dealing with her is way easier than Lelouch made it look. She's just lonely, and very bored. Granted, we're not close like she was in the show later. But I'd like to have one person who I can bounce ideas off without worrying about being called crazy.

Because that's something else I'm realizing. Lelouch is flat-out fucking nuts. It's a controllable nuts, but he's definitely crazy. And that means dealing with impulse control.

Oh right. Kallen. Should probably check that.

I switch on the radio, making a shushing gesture to CC.

"Head to the west entrance if you want to live."

"Who is this?! How did you get this frequency?!"

"You have two options. Either die by the Knightmare Frames chasing you, or trust that the mysterious voice might be able to save your sorry ass," I say airily.

CC is of course snickering while the radio is off.

"Fine. I'm here. Now what?"

I engage the targeting reticule. "Congratulations, Red. Since you picked Door #2, a winner is you."

I open fire on the Purists.

Kallen dispatches the other guy with one arm, his cockpit flying away. Huh. That one sounded familiar.

Meh, screw it. Time to club baby seals.