Important A/N (Please Read!): Thank you all who have read and reviewed this. I had no idea it would by liked at all, let alone favorited by some. Anyway, after several brainstorming sessions, I have hatched an idea and decided to continue the story a bit more. This first addition will be shorter, just to give you guys an idea of the direction I'm going in. As Cecile would say, "Just a starting point."

If you haven't already, go ahead and read the M-rated sequel "The Witch and the Warlock" (provided, of course, you aren't of the young and innocent persuasion). This first addition takes place immediately after that, so you may want to read it first. With that, I won't stall you any longer. Enjoy!


Lelouch stood, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of a gloved hand. He gazed at the sky over his field, lost in thought. In a beautiful moment of realization, he knew he was happy for once. He could think of no other time in his life that he had been as happy as he was now, living with C.C. away from the rest of the world. He had nothing more to worry about – no wars, no plots for world domination, not even geass. He marveled at the immense contrast between his life now and his life several months ago. Less than a year ago, he had been the most hated individual on earth, now he was arguably the happiest one on the planet. However, his thoughts were interrupted by a female voice from behind him.

"Umm…excuse me! Can you help us?"

Lelouch froze. This place was supposed to be unreachable by anyone else besides him or C.C. And worse, he thought he recognized the voice.

Impossible. It couldn't be her, she's dead.

However, knowing that he was supposed to be dead as well, he felt it necessary to make sure. Turning his head ever so slightly, he peered over his shoulder. A flash of orange hair, the worried-looking green eyes. Shirley. There she was, standing at the edge of the forest, right where his field began. She looked somewhat scuffed up, as if she had been wandering through the forest for several days.

His mind was reeling. He struggled to think through the mental fog he was in and find an explanation, a way out, anything. But before he could even begin to make sense of the situation another, even more disturbingly familiar voice came from behind Shirley.

"Shirley! There you are! Have you found anything yet?" asked Euphemia, stepping out of the brush. Lelouch turned around completely. He had to be seeing things.

What the hell is going on?!

He couldn't think straight anymore. Instead he mentally flashed back to the deaths of the two girls now standing before him. Deaths he had caused. However, the next person to step forward caused his mind to cease all thought completely.

Marianne parted the branches in front of her and stepped forward. "Have you two found a way out yet?"

"Not yet, but I was just about to ask this guy to see if he knows," said Shirley. She turned toward Lelouch. "Hey mister, we're trying to find the guy that killed us, do you happen to know where he is? His name is Lelouch vi Britannia."

Lelouch sank to his knees, clutched his head, and screamed skyward.

Lelouch bolted upright, drenched in sweat, gasping like a fish out of water. A damp spot had formed on the mattress where he had just been lying. Desperately, he glanced back and forth, confirming he was back in reality. C.C. still lay next to him. He clutched his forehead with both palms and let out a burdened sigh of relief. It was only a dream; a nightmare. He couldn't help but smirk as he realized the irony of that fact. In the brief time he had lived as Zero, he had slaughtered thousands of Knightmares and not so much as blinked when they turned to attack him. Now, he had been trampled by just one of the dreams after which they were named. Perhaps that was because until now, he had rarely been afforded the luxury of sleep, and therefore even more rarely experienced any kind of dream. He leaned over towards the window, pulled one of the curtains aside and peered out. It was still dark, but he could just barely make out the reddish, pinkish hues of dawn beginning to crawl over the peaks in the distance. Closing his eyes, he attempted to find the meaning of what he had just been through, grateful that his mind was working once more, at least to a degree.

The next day, Lelouch was incredibly distraught. As he worked outside, he jumped at every falling branch, every chirping bird. He was absolutely terrified that what had transpired in his nightmare the previous night would come to pass. Thankfully, it didn't, but he remained quiet throughout his dinner with C.C. Sensing that something was wrong, she probed him for answers.

"What's wrong Lelouch? You've been out of it all day." Relenting, he confided in her and told her of his dream the previous night. She took him into a comforting embrace.

"Oh Lelouch, it was only a dream."

"You don't understand. It wasn't the dream that rattled me, it was the realization brought about by that dream." She gave him a puzzled look, so he continued in his explanation. "Don't you see? I'm happy. That's the problem. I'm the demon that destroyed the world, and how was I punished? With an eternal life of happiness. My death was supposed to be the world's revenge against me as well as my own penance for all my sins. Instead, it became a catalyst to my own selfish escapism." She laughed uproariously, angering him slightly. When she regained herself, she attempted to comfort him further.

"Lelouch, are you really so obsessed with the idea of fairness that you would torture yourself for the rest of eternity? So what if you're happy? Be happy then! This place isn't the rest of the world, so forget about it! No one else thinks like you do, Lelouch." He thought about it for a minute, then suddenly, inspiration hit him like a ton of bricks.

"No. There is another person who shares my predicament. He can help me find a suitable punishment for myself." She started to object, but he cut her off. "I need you to take a message to Zero for me."