Author's Note: I'm going to be on vacation this weekend, so here is my patchwork quilt of an update.

"...you have thirty seconds to wave your hand out the window before we shoot this man."

Kallen is frozen in her place. This... Just like her dream...

Is this a dream? If it is, how many times does she have to repeat this?

Kallen believes she'll go insane before long.

She opens the window and waves her hand about frantically.

The messaging window chimes again, and Kallen moves back over to it.

"You have made your choice. He will be spared. For now. If you would like to question him, head to Tokyo tower at 22 hundred hours, and wear a scarf. Do not speak of this to anyone."

With that the message cuts off.

o-o-o-o

"Nunnally, what's gotten into you? We're trying to escape, remember?"

Suzaku nervously paces back and forth, occasionally looking out the door. They had seen no sign of any guards, not since Nunnally, Nunnally, had scared them off.

Suzaku starts to wonder if he should run too.

"I need to take all their research on Geass. If we don't, they'll still have a huge advantage over us once we escape." Nunnally starts pulling out drawers.

"Well, we also need to hurry. They could be back any second."

Nunnally starts chuckling, to Suzaku's continued and ever increasing discomfort. "Don't worry, they think we're dead."

Suzaku turns to Nunnally, abandoning the door for a moment. "What makes you so sure?"

Nunnally looks over her shoulder at him. Her right eye has the Geass symbol on it. "I'm controlling their hallucinations."

"So, you have the same Geass as the man who had us chasing shadows?"

"No, more like I have the Geass power of whoever is in the room with me. I could use yours, if I wanted."

Suzaku shakes his head and goes back to watching the door.

o-o-o-o

"Now what? We can't hand over the body."

"I know that, but how do we do this? I can't show her my face."

"Great. Just great. Can we find a replacement?"

"Nope." The man sounds very frustrated, and a fraction of a second later, the wooden chair hits the ground, along with the body of Elliot.

"We really shouldn't have prerecorded that possibly, huh?"

o-o-o-o

Kallen waits at the top of Tokyo tower, just like she had... thirteen or fourteen years ago now? Then, it had been arranged by Lelouch, disguised as zero. He was rearing an army to take over the world.

Or something like that.

Now, here she is, alone, waiting until closing time to to find out who Elliot is.

Her scarf is a bother, both because the only one she had was coarse, and because the Tokyo tower was always kept at something like 75°F (25°C) which is NOT scarf temperature.

"At least he didn't want me to wear a fur coat."

"Who?"

Kallen spins around. The man standing before her... He... He can't be...

"No... You're dead. You can't be alive! No!"

The man watches silently with a slight grin on his face as Kallen goes into hysterics on the floor in front of him.

o-o-o-o

"Alright, I think I got everything."

"Finally." Suzaku relaxes slightly. "I was beginning to worry that we'd both die in here."

Nunnally scoops up the papers she had collected.

The both file out into the hallway, looking around warily for anyone who might try to stop them. The corridors seemed deserted.

"If we start walking for the same direction for an hour, I'm going to have to kill someone." Suzaku breathes beneath clenched teeth.

Of course, it only took them about fifteen minutes to find an exit this time, since the guy with the hallucinogenic powers still thought he was gambling with the high rollers. THe doorway leads to an elevator, with only one button.

Suzaku presses the button, and they both ascend for about five minutes. At that point, the door opens and they find themselves in a public building, surrounded by people, all of whom could recognize Suzaku, causing a panic and a lot of problems.

"We can't go out there! If any of them see me or you, we're as good as dead!"

Nunnally peeks out from around a corner, and spots a small piece of paper.

"Hey, there's a list of times when this area is open! What day is today?"

"Last I checked, Friday."

"Huh. I thought it was Tuesday." Nunnally squints her eyes. "It says they close at 9 PM on Fridays."

"Alright. Let's see..." Suzaku sees a clock on the wall, and reads the time off of it. "Unfortunately, it's only seven right now. You know of any good games to pass the time?"

o-o-o-o

A man and a woman walk through a crowded building. They are as plain as plain could be, perfectly nondescript. Anyone who looks at them almost immediately looks away, not because or fear or anger or any other conceivable emotion, but of the sheer blandness that defies memory.

These two are looking for someone, when they find someone else.

"That's... is that who I think it is?" The man asks.

"Sure seems like it."

"Is she with him?"

"It appears so. Your lucky day."

"He would recognize us. We must go. We will miss our appointment."

Out of the corner of his eye, the man see's Nunnally jerk her head around, towards the man and the woman.

"We've been spotted. Move!"

With that, the two vanish.

o-o-o-o

"Suzaku, I think there were two other Geass users just now, only, their Geass abilities were obscured by something..."

Omake (crack-fic, 'cause you know you love it):

#1: Bunny Suit?

"You have made your choice. He will be spared. For now. If you would like to question him, head to Tokyo tower at 22 hundred hours, and wear a bunny suit. We know you own one."

Kallen blinks in confusion. Bunny suit? He can't mean...

"Why that? I honestly should have burned that years ago."

"Because, what good is meeting a girl without her showing her goods?"

At which point, there is much hollering from the other end of the messaging window, along with grunts of pain. After a particularly wet sounding whack, and a few seconds of silence, a sultry woman's voice replaces the man's.

"Please wear a scarf for identification. I wouldn't mind if you brought the bunny suit for me though..."

#2: Nunnally's other Geass power.

After the pain stopped, Nunnally opens her eyes. The world seems different, somehow.

It seems like everyone is attractive, which can't be right.

The three men, for their part were all drooling madly, unable to talk. When they look upon Nunnally, they see a goddess, perfect in every way.

Nunnally fails to notice that her eyes are glowing, forcing everyone who she can see and everyone who can see her to see the world as a better place.

She wanders around the halls of the building, eventually finding her way out, the three men behind her. As she walked through the village, men and women alike started following after the immeasurable beauty.

Soon an entire village was following her, and Nunnally started to look for a way to get the people to stop following her.

After an hour, she found a broken down building, and quickly ducked inside.

This accomplished little, since there are still windows, and people could still see her. Nunnally attempts to move deeper into the house, but she doesn't make it far before the rotting wooden floorboards give out from under her. Ironically, this achieves the desired affect: the mass of people outside start buzzing to each other, trying to figure out what had happened to draw them all up here.

Only one person moved towards the door. Suzaku could have sworn he had seen Nunnally go in there, but...

He couldn't remember...

He decides to push open the door. Inside, there is a hallway that would head to the rest of the building if the hole hadn't been three steps away. Suzaku looks down into the hole, and recognizes the unconscious form of Nunnally. He leaps down into the hole, and lands with a thud.

The landing wakes up Nunnally, who then accidentally actives her Geass, causing Suzaku to become like a zombie again.

In a low monotone, Suzaku tells Nunnally "It's alright, nothing to fear here. We can be together forever, if you'd like."

Neither Suzaku nor Nunnally was ever heard from again.

And last but not least!

As a bonus, a little blurb I might work on in the future, if I get around to it. By which I mean, I already wrote 8300 words.

***I am basing this off of the anime, since the manga hasn't ended and the plot may advance to the point where my stories are completely impossible. I will pull non-conflicting information from the manga, such as the fact that Kim is a witch, and that Death the Kid is Asura's brother.***

Soul Eater: Beyond the First Kishin

"Got Ninety-nine souls, but a witch ain't one" Soul marches down the corridors to the crescent moon classroom whistling a merry tune until he gets to where professor Stein is teaching a lesson on soul repair. Obviously, if any more Asura-level Kishins appear, it's better to fix the soul rather than destroy it. Obviously. It took an entire city moving to take down one Kishin last time, and there's always new techniques being made to counter them.

Soul let's out a deep breath. The last three ideas hadn't panned out, and the classes were beginning to be a waste of time. All Soul wants to do is go and eat more Kishin eggs so he can become a Death Scythe.

Maka waits outside the door to the classroom, books held tightly to her chest, a panicked look in her eyes which stare at the floor, unmoving.

"Maka? What's wrong?" Soul and Maka had kind of separated after the Asura incident, only really talking to each other whenever they were on a mission together, and even then only about the task at hand. At home they ate in silence, trading turns to cook, and going to their own rooms without any words shared.

In fact, this is the first time they had spoken in a week.

"Didn't you hear? They said that there might be a witch on campus. Another one! I just... what happens if it's another Medusa?"

Souls bares his teeth. "Then I finally get a witch's soul to add to my collection! C'mon, you're the best fighter in the school! It'll be no problem for 'The Kishin Murderer'!"

"I told you not to call me that!" Maka pushes past Soul, heading for... Well, the girls bathrooms? Maybe just the teacher's area. Whatever.

Soul opens the door and prepares for another day of boring classes, sighing at the thought of how Maka had been lately.