Thanks everyone for the continued reading/faving/reviewing! I appreciate it a lot! And this chapter is dedicated to my friend Lauren, who was the only one to catch the reference in the previous chapter title (and it was a parody of the Tsubasa Resevoir Chronicles OVAs, "Tokyo Revelations").

I disclaim! Enjoy!

Rolo rarely dreamt.

He considered himself fairly lucky in this aspect. After all, what would he dream of if dreams came to him more often? No doubt his sleep would be plagued with nightmares, visits from the countless people he'd killed (not that this bothered his conscious at all in his waking hours).

Those assassinations were his life; he was paid well for them, he was able to continue living each day because he carried them out, and someday, overuse of his geass on one of those missions would no doubt kill him. With so little else making up his daily activities, Rolo was actually surprised his lifestyle of killing didn't follow him to his sleep.

Even more oddly, the few dreams that Rolo did have were nothing so familiar. When they came to him, those visions were of long-distant memories.

In those, he was very small, far smaller than he could ever remember being, and he was warm as he was held against someone's breast. A loud heartbeat that wasn't his own sounded against his ear, and a dull, happy murmur made up the background noise; he couldn't understand what was being said, but he knew it was a cheery sort of talk. The light was so bright that it stung his eyes, a blur of loud colors and sounds and smells assaulting his immature senses. And when a kind shadow leant over him, blocking out the light and soothing his overpowered vision, he found himself staring into a pair of large, curious violet eyes.

Those dreams did not leave Rolo feeling encouraged or content, as one might expect. Each morning afterwards he'd wake up only feeling uncomfortable and unnerved. He wanted to simply remind himself that dreams were often just meaningless images and fragments of thought and feeling pieced together by the subconscious. He wanted to believe that his dreams were nothing important, but his logic wouldn't let him see them as anything but forgotten memories.

After all, how could his mind slip the feeling of being held into a dream when he could not remember ever experiencing such a gesture? And each time it felt so real that he'd wake up surprised to find himself alone.

V.V. hated lies, and those that lied. He often told this to Rolo and anyone else who would listen, often lectured on about how terrible it was to lie. But Rolo suspected that the immortal was a hypocrite, that he was being lied to by V.V. himself.

He was sure that the arms holding him in his dreams must have been his mother, and he must have had, at some point early in his life, a family that wanted him, the caused all that happy chatter that haunted his dreams. But when he asked his master, V.V. always told him that he had no family, that his mother had died in childbirth, that she'd been alone and that Rolo would have died as an infant if V.V. hadn't so kindly taken him in.

"But V.V.-sama," Rolo had once argued. "I can remember my mother, at least just a little." At least he could remember her body's warmth when he slept. So he wasn't lying.

"Don't be stupid," the blonde boy had replied, frowning. "It's impossible to have any memory of when you were that young. And it's impossible to remember things that didn't happen."

"But–"

"Rolo," V.V. chided, "Are you really so ungrateful to the person who took you in and kept you alive all these years?"

"N-no. Of course not..."

"Good. Now it's late, so you should just be a good boy and go to bed."

"Yes, sir."

Rolo sank into a bow before taking his leave, heading back to his small room to retire for the night, and for some reason, he was confident that he would dream again that night.

And he was correct.

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"Lulu, no sleeping on the job!"

Lelouch awoke with a start as he felt the familiar soft thwack of Milly's current paperwork rolled up and used to smack him over the head. Groaning, he sat up in his seat, rubbing a sore on his side from where the sharp edge of the table had been pressing against him as he slumbered. Over him stood the student council president, her hands resting against curvy hips.

"Really, Lulu," Milly went on, shaking her head and tossing a lock of blond hair over her shoulder. "If you're gonna fall asleep in school, then save it for class! No snoozing during your student council duties!"

"He slept all through class, too!" Rivalz chimed in, only to be quickly shut up as Lelouch shot him a glare.

With a sigh, the prince addressed Milly. "Sorry, Madam President. I just haven't gotten much sleep the last few days..."

From his own seat across the table, Suzaku cast Lelouch a concerned look. "Are you alright?" he asked, worry clouding his emerald eyes. "Don't tell me it's schoolwork that's keeping you up..."

"Oooor..." Milly drawled with a grin, "Is it something else – or, someone else that you're staying awake for?" Her tone and lecherous smirk betrayed the rather suggestive ideas filling her mind. "Ooh, I bet you must be jealous, Shirley!"

"M-Madam President!" the orange-haired girl stammered, her face burning red. Luckily for her, or perhaps unluckily, Lelouch didn't seem to notice or care.

In her own seat, Kallen rolled her eyes. "He's just been busy with other stuff, is all. Apparently so much he's been forgetting to sleep..."

"Oooh, so you're in on it, too!? How scandalous!"

"I-it's nothing like that!" Kallen protested, her face turning a crimson to rival that of her hair. "I-I just know because we're working on a project together...t-that's all..."

Milly seemed disappointed. "Oh, is that all?" she looked to Lelouch, who flashed her a charming smile.

"Oh, yes," he said nonchalantly, nodding to Kallen. "She's been a huge help to me, really." Kallen just scowled at him, then lowered her head and went back to work on a sheet of paperwork for the clubs' budget, scribbling furiously with her mechanical pencil.

Lelouch resisted the urge to sigh. The girl was apparently still angry at him. When he'd revealed his identity two days earlier to the Black Knights, Kallen had been one of his biggest supporters, and a large factor in convincing the more doubtful members that they could trust Lelouch as Zero, Britannian prince or not (and no one really wanted to oppose the angry redhead with a dangerous mecha at her command). But as loyal as she was to Zero, it didn't stop her from being mad at Lelouch for lying to her originally. He did find it somewhat amusing, however, that Kallen seemed to separate "Zero" and "Lelouch" into two separate entities.

Suzaku clearly didn't notice Kallen's mood, as he gave the pair an enthusiastic grin. "It's weird for Lelouch to be so into something that isn't chess," he said, chuckling to himself. "What kind of project is it?"

The prince laid his head back on the desk, settling in to get a few more minutes of sleep. "Nothing special," he said, smirking. "Just a game..."

Kallen stood up abruptly, her chair making a loud scraping sound as she pushed it back. "I'm done here," she snapped, shooting Lelouch a glare. She began gathering her things while the others gave her confused looks, asking what the problem was.

Lelouch ignored it, however. He knew what set her off when she gave him that pissed expression after his 'game' comment. The expression that clearly read, 'We aren't just pawns in your game!' He sighed against the fabric of his shirt sleeve. Obviously, just being on the same side as she was wasn't enough to save one from the wrath of Kozuki Kallen.

He heard her footsteps retreating towards the door, her heels making sharp click against the flooring. The sound stopped right around when she should have reached the exit, and he looked up as she exclaimed, "N-Nunnally!"

"Hello, Kallen!" the blind girl chirped, wheeling herself into the room. While the other members of the Student Council greeted her enthusiastically, Kallen and Lelouch exchanged a glance. Details of his personal life were not something he would so casually reveal to the Black Knights, but he'd found himself forced to tell at least just the most important members – Kallen included – the situation with his sister. As a result, the redhead appeared uncertain of how he would have her act.

However, as luck would have it, there was no need for her to talk at all. Nunnally spoke while Suzaku took the handles of her wheelchair and moved her to the table.

"Did Onii-sama tell you all yet?" she asked sweetly. Lelouch felt himself tense slightly in anticipation, ready to deny any claims that might hurt him. He wasn't prepared for what she did say, though.

"Tell us what, Nunna?" Milly asked, perching herself on the edge of a chair. Nunnally gave an innocent little giggle.

"I'm transferring to a school on the Britannian mainland tomorrow!"

At her announcement there came a chorus of "What?" and "Huh?" throughout the room, save for Lelouch who instead choked on his own saliva in surprise. Shirley, of course, immediately asked if he was alright, but Nunnally answered for him.

"Onii-sama is still upset about it," she said, lacing her voice with sadness for her 'dear older brother'.

"N-Nunnally," Nina finally piped up, turning away from her computer in the corner of the room to face the group. "Y-you're going to the mainland a-alone?" She worried at one of her messy pigtails as if the very idea scared her,

Nunnally nodded. "Yes, well, we found some distant relatives of ours who offered to let us come live with them, and there's a very good school over there. I thought I'd be able to benefit more by going, but Onii-sama said he'd rather stay here. Isn't that right, Onii-sama?"

Lelouch barely managed to catch the pass. "A-ah, that's right." He attempted a smile without much success, and hoped his classmates would read the strained expression as a result of sadness rather than anger. "I just can't believe my cute little sister is leaving me like this..." He couldn't help the slight hint of venom that leaked into his voice, but luckily it looked like only Nunnally noticed it.

She flashed him a grin. "It is rather horrible of me, isn't it?" she said, and feigned a pout that made the others' hearts melt. "Especially after you've been such a good brother to me all these years." The Student Council didn't seem to notice her veiled sarcasm either.

"It's alright," Lelouch soothed. "I just want what's best for you. As I always have."

A tense silence followed in which Milly, Shirley, Rivalz and Nina finally seemed to catch on to the mood and gave the siblings an odd look. Kallen shot Lelouch a warning glance, biting her lower lip as she eyed the back of Nunnally's head, as if wondering when she'd become so malicious, wondering what to do if she was to say anything that would give her and Lelouch away. It wasn't as if she could just punch the girl if she tried to blow their cover. For once, Kallen was confronted with a situation where brute force couldn't save her.

Again, however, the nature of the atmosphere eluded Suzaku, as he relaxed the scene by himself, apparently by accident. He gave Nunnally a sad look, taking her hand. "I can't believe you're going to be gone," he mourned. She laid her other hand over his with soft words.

"I can count of you to take care of Onii-sama, right Suzaku? And who knows? Maybe someday your job with the military will let you come over to my side!"

Lelouch clenched his fists under the desk, catching the double meaning in her words. You can't have Suzaku, he thought. I might have wanted him to be your knight before, but if it's come to this, then I won't lose him to you, Nunnally! Standing, he began gathering his bags, and Milly gave him a questioning glance.

"Hm? Where are you going, Lulu?"

"Nunnally and I have to go home," the prince explained as he took up the handles of her wheelchair. "After all, she's got a lot of packing to do for tomorrow. Right?"

Nunnally nodded, her voice syrupy sweet. "That's right, Onii-sama."

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It was harder than Lelouch had thought it would be, simply leaving the Student Council room. Everyone wanted to give Nunnally hugs and warm wishes, saying they'd be sure to see her again someday. Still, five minutes later, he was walking his 'sister' down the hall towards their home.

It was a short while before he managed to speak. "You're leaving just like that then?"

"Oh course," Nunnally replied casually, her chilling smile returned. "Just like that. There's no point in me hanging around here any longer if my cover's been blown."

Lelouch winced at her careless tone. "But that's it? All that time...all these years I've taken care of you..." His voice threatened to crack, and he struggled to keep it steady. "Does all that mean nothing to you?"

A pause, and then Nunnally laughed. Not the sweet, tinkering giggle that had always put a smile on his face, but a cruel, mocking sound that made him tremble. He could hardly believe that it was the small girl in front of him making that sound.

"You're much more naive than I'd thought, Onii-sama." She reached back over her shoulder and patted one of his shaking hands. As if he were a child. "Father told me the truth as soon as I was old enough to understand. I've never thought of you as my brother. Any silly delusions I might have had of that 'family', with you and Mother, he rid me of those quickly. If I could have, I would have ended this years ago, but Father wanted me to keep playing this little game..."

Lelouch's steps slowed to a stop as she spoke. The wheelchair handle's were cold under his palms.

"You're really pathetic, did you know that, Onii-sama?"

He couldn't manage to look at the girl seated in front of him, only stare straight ahead blankly.

"You act like you're being so noble and kind, but you're just being selfish..."

His heartbeat sounded louder than he could ever remember it, pounding in his ears, and he wondered if she could hear it too, if she would mock him about that next.

"...always keeping me close, never letting me out of your sight. Don't give me any of that 'taking care of me' stupidity..."

Never before had Lelouch wished his sister, or rather, this girl who'd pretended to be his sister, was lying so badly.

"...you're just afraid to be alone, aren't you?"

Nunnally...!

It seemed almost a full minute that the dark haired boy remained there, frozen with despair. Then he felt the skin of Nunnally's finger's brush against his own, as she pushed his hands off the handles of her chair. "If you aren't going to push, then I'll just go myself," she snapped. "After all, I still have much packing to do." She gave that chilling laugh again, and then taking up the controls of her chair she wheeled herself away from Lelouch and towards their home.

Lelouch stayed put, waiting until Nunnally was long out of sight before slumping against the wall of the hallway. His breathing was shallow and his eyes stung with the threat of tears. He realized with some surprise that he hadn't cried since his mother's death. That might have changed, had his cell phone not rung right then.

He took a breath to compose himself, and took the phone from his pocket. He glanced at the caller I.D. and seeing Kallen's name there, the flipped the phone open.

"Yes, Q-1?"

"Zero," the redhead's voice came over the line, and after a slight hesitation, "No, Lelouch...are you alright?"

"Of course," he replied, as if it were a silly question, but he couldn't help the little smile that crossed his face. At least Kallen couldn't see it. No need to let her know he appreciated her checking up on him. "Don't worry, my personal life with not be allowed to interfere with the Black Knights."

"That's not what I..." She cut herself off, and Lelouch heard an intake of breath from her end. "We'll support you if you need help, you know. You're allowed to have personal problems too. That's just one of the benefits of showing yourself to be human to the rest of us."

Lelouch smirked into the phone. "Glad to heard that, Q-1. Because I actually might be needing some help from you soon."

"Eh? Help with what?"

He paused for just a moment, gripping the plastic casing of his cell phone. "I'm going to take back what is mine."

Moar evil!Nunnally for yous! And finally some fun with the Student Council~! As much as I might poke fun at some of them (Shirley, Suzaku, Rivalz, cough cough) I love them all to death, so no worries about any real character bashing. And some hints of Kallen/Lulu for those fans. Love for the tsundere 3

Thanks for reading, look forward to next week's chapter! Review please, it makes me so ridiculously happy, you've got no idea XDDD