DISCLAIMER: Code Geass is not mine, or otherwise I would've not killed Shirley

PREFACE: Who is this Torako? Well, appearance -wise, she looks like Lelouch during the Cross-Dressing Festival. Complete with female uniform and long, billowy hair. CC gets into BDSM with Jeremiah. Sophie has the inkling of a crush. And finally, some good ole school shenigans worthy of the Academy.

CODE GEASS R3:

END OF HALCYON

TURN TWO: BLACK'S MOVE

Torako woke up, gasping for breath, clutching herself. Charlotte, frightened, ran to her side. "What is it? What's wrong? Is it those dreams again, Torako?" The girl shook her head, and raised a hand to place on her left eye. "No—it wasn't like those dreams; it was so strange! God!" Her left eye hurt terribly and all she could do was cover it, as if it were on fire. "Are you okay? Is something wrong with your eye?" Torako thought about clawing her eyeball out so the pain could stop, but as quick as it happened, the pain subsided. "No. I'm all right. It's gone. I probably strained it during my rapid eye movement when I was dreaming. " Charlotte rolled her eyes, and playfully punched her. "Don't do that! You really scared me. You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah. Don't worry about it."

"Well, I was just checking! What was your dream like?"

"I…don't know it was more like I was watching some slideshow on Speed or something like that."

"…"

"What? You think I'm crazy?"

"…no, I just think you're nuts."

Torako threw her pillow at Charlotte, and they soon went back to sleep. However, Torako remained awake, wondering about her dream. She could remember only a few of the images that flashed through her mind, of which there was a constantly appearing man in mask who looked like Zero, and some strange green-haired woman. Plus, a gentle looking brown-haired girl in a wheelchair with her eyes closed. Who could they be? Also, a brightly colored map of the human brain system would show, as if she were controlling it. Then, a final picture; Zero unmasking himself, revealing a teenage boy with the same color hair and eyes as hers, with his left eye burning with a red sigil, and commanding her to, as he put it, hear my words, my actions, my thoughts, and put them forth as your own. Only then will you ever find peace within yourself. I, Lelouch vi Britannia, command you to do so!

She sighed. Was this dream some random crap she made up? It didn't make sense; hell she didn't even feel like obeying Zero, conflicted as that thought was. When she was younger she read about him, awed by his many deeds. There were the famous inspiring speeches, the daring attacks on the corrupted Britannia government, and now, his current position in the Palace under Empress Nunnally. Zero was still her hero, even when he betrayed the Black Knights and killed the Demon Emperor; Torako knew what he did was in the name of Justice. Part of this was no doubt due to her true Japanese heritage, despite being born the year after Empress Nunnally's induction. But, his commanding made her hesitant; was she willing to obey him? She had heard of rumors of The Demon Emperor Lelouch using a thing called Geass in order to get what he wanted. In the end, though, he was defeated. She knew.

Torako tossed and turned for a couple of minutes, and then eventually fell into a dreamless sleep. The next morning Charlotte declared that both of them were to go to the Student Council Clubhouse, along with some other students. Torako wouldn't have minded sleeping in, but Charlotte threatened to throw a bucket of water on her if she didn't get up.

They were the first to arrive at the Clubhouse. Charlotte was taken aback. "Whoa…I didn't know it was this awesome…don't you think so, Torako?" She yawned tiredly. "Yes. It's nicely furnished" she replied politely. Then, she was more to the point. "Are they going to serve food or something?" Suddenly, as if on command, a voracious blonde girl wearing a dirty apron appeared. "Currently working on it right now. MICHAEL!" Michael dashed from the same entryway, and was wearing a pink apron. "WHAT? Oh! You guys are here. Is there anyone else?"

"They're coming right now. Why are you wearing pink?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm making some food."

"Michael, you sure are rude! Aren't you going to introduce me to your new friends?"

"Yeesh…guys, this is my sister, Michelle."

"Good morning! I can see both of you are bright-eyed and bushy tailed! How about helping us out cook?"

"Sure! Come on, Torako!"

They cooked while waiting for more members. It was admittedly a lost battle as the new members discovered that the two siblings were horribly at cooking. Torako soon took over, thankfully, as Charlotte realized that this could be their chance to impress. Meanwhile, Michelle sneaked a peak through the Kitchen window, and motioned Torako to come over. "Yes? What is it?" Michelle narrowed her eyes. "Are those the people you picked out?" "Yes. Are they okay?" Michelle grinned. "Of course they are! Hey, are you guys done with cooking yet?" Torako's hair was done up in a ponytail as she walked out of the Kitchen carrying a tray of food, followed by Michael, Michelle, and Charlotte. The two, seated at the tables, looked up and greeted them. Charlotte set her tray down and began to introduce all of them.

"Hi! This is Sophie and this is James; they want to join the club as well as us. I'm Charlotte, this is my friend Torako, and these two are brother and sister, Michelle and Michael." James stood up and bowed. "It is an honor to meet all of you." Michelle mimicked his bow. "As it is an honor to meet you too, James." Sophie sniffed, and curiously stepped towards the food. "Can…can we eat?" Michelle waved her hand with great flourish. "Go for it!" Michael shook his head and lamented. "She's just like our mother when she was younger…jeez…" James slowly walked over to the food and picked up a red-bean paste bun. "You can make Japanese food?" Charlotte pointed to Torako. "Don't look at me; Torako made all of it. We just helped."

James looked at her. "Really?" She nodded. "That's awesome." Then he bit the bun, chewed, and Torako found herself eagerly waiting for his response. After swallowing, he lifted up the bun. "Best thing I ever ate." The Japanese girl blushed, and looked at the rest of the club's reactions. She was righteously surprised at Sophie. The tiny girl already finished her third bun, was getting some ohagi, snatched some of the sushi, grabbed a big bowl of kitsune ramen, took all of the wasabi sauce, got a large portion of sukiyaki and a tall glass of orange juice before sitting down at the tables. "You sure eat a lot for someone so small." Charlotte remarked, and Sophie shrugged. "I like to eat." At that, the rest of the Council got their plates and sat down at the same table, although none of the guys (Especially James) could match Sophie's staggering amount of food.

"Ugh. I think I'm gonna go into a food coma…" Michelle moaned, and fell on the couch. "Not so fast, sister. We need to give everyone their offices." Michelle glared at Michael and took a notebook seemingly out of her shirt. "Fine then." She scribbled wildly into the notebook. "I'm President, your Vice President, Charlotte is in charge of Events, and James can be Treasurer, Sophie is Secretary, and Torako is Publicity Officer/Cook. Does everyone agree with their position?" Before anyone could answer, Michelle nodded. "Great. Can I go to sleep now?"

At the Palace, news came of a new attack on a small village, near the city, and once again, all of the inhabitants were brutally slaughtered without any sign of human nor Knightmare contact; some had serious injuries while others seemed to have just died. Nunnally's brow furrowed upon hearing the news, and Suzaku stood idly by, in his Zero costume. They were all gathered by the table which showed various pictures of the attack, and a map showing where the village was. C.C was watching all of them, bemused, wondering what they would do now. Since the real Zero isn't here they can't have much of a strategy; a wonder that Japan hasn't been conquered again. She held the Cheese-Kun doll closer to her chest. Unless Nunnally is like her brother.

As if hearing her thoughts, Nunnally spoke. "C2, what do you think about all of this?" C.C blinked once and stood up, approaching the table while still carrying Cheese-Kun. She stared at the map. Hmm…whoever is making these attacks is moving inland towards the capital; but the attacks are at various villages, nothing important. They might be trying to throw us off their trail or trying to have us think they're attacking the capital, while actually attacking somewhere else. Perhaps a smaller, unimportant city? They've only killed Japanese but Britannians…that's a different story. The Empress patiently waited for her response.

"Considering their attacks, it's leading to a direct attack on the capital."

"Meaning that they could be terrorists?"

"No. They've only attacked the Japanese."

"Are you suggesting that they're of lesser importance than Britannians?"

"No. I'm suggesting that these 'terrorists' could be something else."

"What are they?"
C.C placed her fingers on the table, producing images of the attack. Most of them were killed by broken bones or as if they were thrown. A small Knightmare would've done that but there is no evidence of that. Also, most of the attacks were done in broad daylight; someone traveling to and from the village surely would've heard what was going on. Hmm. Whoever done this obviously had no remorse or shame, seeing as how they slaughtered everyone. Somewhat similar to the actions of a beast…

"They may as well be inhuman."

"One who has Geass?"

"No. If there was a Geass-user I would have known about it."

"You admit to corrupting my brother?"

C.C turned. The Empress was visibly angry. Hard to imagine. Suddenly, Jeremiah appeared, and twisted her arm behind her back. Nunnally lifted her hand. "You are under arrest." C.C glared at her. "Under what charges?" Nunnally's mouth twisted and she thought she could even see a tear. "For killing my brother."

Sophie looked up to see a helicopter fly over the Academy. It was heading for Shinzeku. "I wonder what they would be doing there…" Nonplussed, she went back to organizing the Council's papers, containing future events and whatnot. The wide window let in light, and she was the only one in the Meeting Room. It was early morning, mist on the school lawns and the sun peaking out from Mt. Fujiyama. Waiting for daybreak, she quietly listened to the radio. The BBC, amidst all of the technological advancements in the world, still played. The next song started, Mozart, and Sophie allowed a smile. It was her favorite. The classical music program was suddenly interrupted by a news bulletin. Sophie only looked up briefly, only the slightest bit unhappy at the interjection, instead, wondering what it was all about. "Oh. A political prisoner? Hmm. Conspirator. Privy to the plot of killing Emperor Lelouch?" She shuffled the papers and put them in a folder. "I suppose they had to blame someone. I wonder who?"

Torako entered the room. "Sophie?" Ah. It was the Japanese girl. She cooks well. Almost as well as Sayoko. "You're up early." She nodded. "Organizing. Cleaning. Listening to radio." It was a menial, but well-meaning task that Sophie liked to do, rather than communication with others. It was not her strongpoint. Her short, blunt answers often made others back away. However, Torako took some papers and started to help her. Sophie was both amused and interested. Here was someone that was almost on the same wavelength as her. They continued to shuffle papers and whatnot, as Mozart eventually gave way to Bach. "Anything weird come on?" Sophie thought before answering, calculating both her and Torako's interest levels on the event. Ding. "Yes. Someone was arrested."

"Who?"

"Woman."

"You think they might have it on the news?"

"Of course."

Torako went to the aged television set and switched the ON button. Instantly, a news reporter was outside the Palace, near the Entrance, where several officers were dragging someone to the waiting armored car. "We haven't any news of who this may be but they are believed to have been the one who killed the past Emperor Lelouch, dressed as Zero. Here they come!" Sophie squinted at the screen. A familiar face, squinting in the brilliance of dawn, walked past the screen. "Oh. There goes father." Torako's eyes widened momentarily but strained to see the accused. The prisoner came into view. Torako couldn't believe what she was seeing. It was the green-haired girl from her dream. "Oh my god…"

Jeremiah led C.C into the armored truck, motioned for the other two guards to leave, and stepped into the metal space. He placed her in an adjoining room, made of glass, and began to strap the leather straps. C.C obeyed quietly, and did not put up a struggle. God I feel like I'm about to be whipped with a cat o' nine tails in some weird BDSM crap. She would have laughed if it weren't for the gag that was suddenly put in her mouth. Summoning all of her strength she spat it out. "Do I really need a gag?" Jeremiah slyly pointed to the cameras positioned strategically outside the doors, mouthing, It's for them. C.C rolled her eyes. Definitely some weird BDSM crap.

Torako tore down the stairs quickly, with Sophie following closely behind. She didn't notice the odd way Sophie glided over the floors effortlessly, with pin thin legs and tiny feet. Charlotte came into sight suddenly, stepping out of a corridor. She was apparently walking and brushing her teeth. At the same time. Cursing, Torako dodged at the last moment, nearly crashing into her. She whispered a hurry "sorry" and tore down the hallway. "What the heck—" Charlotte was interrupted as Sophie stopped in front of her, took out a large Nikon camera out of nowhere, and took a picture. The flash, plus the near-crash, and the strangeness of it all made her speechless. Forever nonplussed, Sophie bowed. "Thank you." And continued running.

Torako soon made it outside, with Sophie catching up. Her monotone did not betray the intent behind her seemingly innocent question. "Where exactly are you going, Torako?" The dark-haired girl, with her odd purple eyes that were darting back and forth around the Academy, shone in the daylight. "Oh. Sophie. Do they still have those old Knightmares in the library?" The Japanese girl apparently didn't mind being followed, and Sophie liked it. More and more did the Japanese girl seem interesting, maybe even thought-provoking? Sophie nodded. "Well, I need one." The girl's eyes widened in a surprising show of emotion—now THIS was exhilarating. "You can pilot a Knightmare?"

Torako nodded, not taking her eyes off of any potential areas containing certain giant robots. "Yes. I had an unusual grandfather who taught me how." Sophie smiled. Something she usually reserved for mother, father, and Sayoko. "What an eccentric elder. I too, can pilot a Knightmare." The last part seemed self-promotional, but Torako realized the real intent. She stopped looking around and instead paid attention to the pink-haired girl. Something she acknowledged, finally, Sophie gleefully understood. "I don't think you should come with me." Her eyes narrowed to match Torako's. "I can help." She looked as if protest, but she saw the strength and determination behind the eyes. "…Oh all right then, you can come with me but I warn you...I'm going to be breaking the law."

Torako dashed for the Library, as Sophie smiled again. This time it was mischievous. She took out her camera and took a picture of the running girl. "This may prove to be an interesting school year."

C.C stayed in the glass enclosure, for the benefit of the damn cameras, and as soon as they left, Jeremiah took out the gag. "Sorry about that." The green-haired girl glared at him. The Knight of Orange hesitated, and sat on the adjoining benches in the back of the truck.

"About your arrest…"

"You know better than I do that—that—imposter killed Lelouch, not me. What is going on, Gottwald?"

"Well, you were nowhere to be found during the parade, and have been reported to impersonate Zero."

"For your information I was in a church."

"Not much of an alibi and I never known you for being religious."

"Well, that's just more proof of your ignorance."

"Look, I'm don't want to do this either but its the Empress' orders."

"Jeremiah, did Lelouch tell you of the Zero Requiem?"

"…"

"I knew it. Well, don't mind me because I'll find a way to escape."

Suddenly, Jeremiah stood up and leaned on the glass enclosure, staring at C.C. "I'm sorry, but that is not going to happen." She was startled at first, but upon closer examination, gasped. "I don't believe it…it can't be…"

"Damnit, they just have Sutherlands and Glasgows." Sophie looked up from her position in the Mordred, her mother's Knightmare frame, one of the newer generation Knightmares. They made it to the Library, and found the old Knightmares, still functional, among the history section detailing the rebellion and attempts to assuage its wake of destruction in the years after. Torako herself couldn't believe how easy it was to find the keys and the machines. However, there was trouble. "I suppose the museums took them all." At that, the quiet girl fiddled with the controls, fixing her gaze on the said older models. "You could just use one of those, they're not all bad." Torako put her hands on her hips, an act she did when frustrated. "I know; but I need a special one." Sophie chewed her lip thoughtfully, and spotted a potential Knightmare. She pointed one of her small fingers toward the dark, golden Knightmare hidden among the Japanese history books. "How about that one?" Torako followed her gaze. "That's perfect! Thanks, Sophie!"

The purple-eyed girl ran for the Knightmare and was amazed. Its golden and black color scheme was brilliant, and the red swashes in the back added more movement in its control, and a prominent large cannon was on its chest. Unlike the other Knightmares, this one had no placard in front of it, and looked dusty. And yet, she could feel its power surge through her as soon as she saw it. "It's…beautiful…" Can you pilot it?Torako grinned, and started to enter the great machine. "Hell yeah I can." Excellent. Torako sat in the Knightmare, and noticed that its Devicer key was already in. She turned it. Instantly the machine awakened. Torako was awestruck. "I wonder what its name is…"The voice in her head, similar to the voice of the Zero boy, answered. Its name is Shinkirou.

C.C soon grew to be thankful for the glass enclosure, seeing as how it separated her from the mad man in front of her. I'm lucky to come out of here barely alive. "So, there is another with a Geass power? Seems like your Geass Canceller can't do much against it." Jeremiah's red-rimmed eyes stared at her; he was under someone's Geass. "Well, it's much more powerful than the other Geass you've encountered, assured." He stood up and paced the room. "Much more powerful than that fool Lelouch's petty 'Power of the King'." C.C's heart fluttered. What the hell does he mean by that? Quickly, she bit back. "I gave Lelouch a great power; don't you dare call it nothing!"

Jeremiah appeared in front of her with inhuman speed. "Hah! You are mistaken!" He backed off, and began pacing the back of the truck again. "Who do you think ordered me to do this?" C.C searched her mind, excluding and deducing possible candidates. Finding none, she decided to answer differently. "Whoever thinks the dominant part of you is your robot parts, Orange,seeing as how it saved you from being a little girl for the rest of your sorry life. It was V.V, right?" The Cyborg stopped, and turned slowly. "Classic C2; whenever you can't find an answer you make fun of people. Since you're intelligence is not enough, I will tell you." The girl huffed. "Whoever it is I can kick their sorry Lelouch-wannabe ass."

Jeremiah smiled. "Even if it's an old friend?"

Charlotte stood by the window, and sighed. "Oh what the heck am I worrying about…it's probably nothing." She stretched, thinking about what her childhood friend was doing. It worried her greatly. "The only time I ever saw Torako move like that was when someone stole her chess set", she mused. "Then again, maybe she was late for something." Suddenly, the President jumped behind her and goosed her, enema style. "I suppose I can be of help!" Charlotte screamed and turned around, putting her hands up in an Immagonnakickyerasssohard style. "I know seven types of ninjustu, aikido, and am currently a black belt in Karate." Michelle put her hands in front of her. "Hey I was just joking—holy shit what the hell is that behind you?"

The silver-haired, dark-skinned girl shook her head, blue eyes scoffing at the statement. "I'm not falling for that old trick." Michelle folded her hands over her chest, and made a duur face. "Hey, female reincarnation of Bruce Lee, there's a couple of big robots that just busted out of the library and are now trying to get out of here." Charlotte whirled around and saw two Knightmares zoom across the green grass and the South Wall of the Library blown to bits. "What the hell is going on?" The president smiled wickedly. "I don't know but I think it's gonna be fun!" She took the other girl's hand in her own and ran for the exit. "Come on let's found out!" Charlotte was dragged along, and shook her head slowly. "Great now she wants to experience investigative reporting; like mother, like daughter indeed…"

Torako huffed impatiently."Crap. I was pretty good until then but now I got nothing." Go to the Clubhouse and you should see a fountain on your way there. Torako blinked, finally noticing the voice. "What the hell?" Calm down. Just go to the Clubhouse.A brief pause. You do know where it is, right?She managed a weak smile. "I'm bad at directions…?" She could hear the reprimanding tone in the voice. Ask Anya. She would know.It was now Torako's turn to teach the master. "That's actually her daughter." Oh. They look the same.She laughed out loud. "No kidding huh?"

They were both interrupted abruptly by the arrival of red, white, and blue colored Knightmares; at the sight of them, both Torako and the voice groaned. Sophie's voice summed up the moment. "Oh my. It's the authority. "

C.C turned her head. "I don't have any idea what you're talking about." Jeremiah's only eye glinted. "Really? I suppose I just have to tell you." He stepped towards her, his boots making a dull THUMP each time they hit the metal floor, slowly walking…

"Great just great. What the heck am I going to do now?" Torako sarcastically replied as the Police Unit Knightmares soon surrounded her and Sophie. I suppose you just have to activate the wings. "Alright then." Torako immediately began to do the calculations, flipped some switches and then pressed the button. The black rods on the Knightmare's shoulders suddenly sprouted purple energy wings, and Shinkirou began to levitate. "Sophie, hold onto my foot." The brightly colored Knightmare reached out a hand and grabbed Shinkirou's four-digitfoot. "Now what?" Torako began to prepare for fast flight. "We're catching that bus." The Knightmare rose into the air and sped towards the capital. While the actions their selves may have been smooth, the officers below were awed by the skilled escape, only to stop and give chase.

Torako took note of this but instead concentrating on maintaining flight. Her grandfather taught her how to fly but not how to fight. Pacifist. She took a breath. She was doing all sorts of things: not-so petty theft, destruction of school property, defiance to authority, and finally, ditching class. Whatever. If she was on her way to hell, why not make it special? "Okay, where too?" Seeing as how they're diverting all of the traffic to one side, the truck would be taking the freeway."I see what you mean. Hey. Are you Zero?" If you mean nothing, I suppose so.The sudden change in the Voice's tone made the Knightmare jerk. "Ack! Sorry, Sophie!" Torako steadied the large unit, and was flying smoothly at 100 miles per an hour. I'm impressed.

The voice threw her off, but she kept the machine stable nonetheless. "About?" Ittakes a lot of skill to pilot Shinkirou.She smiled at the compliment. "Good thing you're in my head." The radio crackled, and Sophie's small, silky voice rang through. "Torako, is that the truck you were looking for?" She saw the armored truck pass underground. "There it is! Okay, I'm going to let you—" The weight on the left foot suddenly disappeared, making her drop in the air suddenly. Torako began to curse, but heard a loud THUMP, and saw the yellow-magenta colored Knightmare speed down the freeway.

Torako came down too, but the immense size of the Knightmare was too far too big for the tunnel. Unfazed, she rose up and followed the tunnel, and went to the opening. "Now…I just have to wait." Torako realized that she could finally breathe, and take in her actions. She herself could not fathom why she was doing this. Why? The horror of the events seemed little more than child play, little moves to make before taking down the King and saving the Queen. I like your chess analogies. "Yeah, well, whatever." A blush rose to her cheeks.

Somewhere, deep inside of her, in the face of the voice's orders and her dream, wanted to rescue the green-haired woman. Something about those golden eyes, the way she moved—it was all so familiar to her. You're not the first to notice, my dear. Oh great. Now it could read her thoughts. Torako gripped the controls tighter. She was going to save that woman, and demand that she tell her what was going on.

There was no going back.

Jeremiah was now in front of C.C, and he slowly began to enunciate the words...

Sophie watched the truck roar across the road, waiting to catch up as her Knightmare Frame was rather slow. Finally at a satisfactory distance, she prepared her Slash-Harkens. "Distance determined. Force determined. All systems a go. Fire." The coil with the pointed spear on the end whipped across the machine, and dove for the truck, spearing it from the side, taking a good chunk of the right side off and the back wheel. "Target missed. Fire again." Her mechanical voice was similar to her mother's, and still had the calculating coldness. Before she fired, she noticed a familiar head of blue hair…

Inside the truck, C.C barely evaded the sudden Slash-Harken attack that clawed off the side of the truck by mere inches from her hand. Jeremiah jumped back. "What the hell?" She saw the attacker. What in the world is Anya doing here? She smiled. I'll thank her later. Looks like your wife has better sense than you do, Jeremiah…

Torako heard the truck before it came, and saw that one of the wheels was blown off and the truck was barely holding together. "Here it comes!" She put the Knightmare in a steadfast position, and extended its arms to stop the truck. Why not blow off the wheels?She grimaced. "And what about the driver? And the hostage? I don't want anyone dying." The truck was now only thirty feet in front of her, and it could see her. It came to a stop, and Torako saw Sophie rapidly approaching at a dangerously fast speed…

The truck stopped suddenly and C.C was grateful for the leather straps securing her; at least she wasn't like Jeremiah, who was flung to the side like a rag doll. He rose, despite the heavy blow to the iron wall, and slowly walked toward the glass enclosure. The red-rims around his eyes were flashing wildly. "Must…obey…the…Em—" He was cut off shortly as the Knightmare behind them hit them from behind. C.C screamed. "Jeremiah!"

"Ah shiii—" Torako caught both the Knightmare and truck, and struggled along with the machine, both of them in the same pose. She had to calculate the pressure in the frame's feet and legs, pushing the lever down down down until the truck finally came to a smoking stop. Torako exhaled and hurriedly exited the machine. "Hey! Anyone there? Hello!" Ignoring the fast-approaching Sophie, she stepped into the wreckage, and saw Sophie's dad crushed underneath a shattered part of the truck. Groaning. "He's alive! Thank god…" She was startled as an unfamiliar voice snidely replied. "Barely. Lelouch, what are you doing wearing that uniform and wig?" Torako turned around and saw the green-haired woman from her dreams walk towards her. "Huh? It's not a wig—" The woman shook her head. "Oh well it doesn't matter much now. Oh how I missed you…" Before Torako could object, the woman kissed her.

When she was finished, her face pulled back, surprised. "You're not Lelouch," she said, obviously disappointed. Torako could feel the blush on her cheeks.

"AND I'M NOT INTO YURI, EITHER!"

END TURN TWO

NOTES: I know, I know. Cliffhanger. Cruel really. Oh well. What I like the most is the fact that Nunnally allowed Knightmare Frames to be kept in the Library, especially Shinkriou, who was Lelouch's Knightmare Frame, who was an Academy student that became a terrorist leader that nearly destroyed the Britannian government. Yeah. Like that would happen again. :D

More to come!