Plonk!
The lighting was too bright, even if it wasn't shining right in his eyes, mercifully. Lelouch slowly tried to get to his feet, and then sank back to his knees.
So where had those Witches sent him, anyway?
Note to self : Try, for once in your life, to actually train enough to get some minimum stamina.
Further note to self : Yes, I don't think we will ever be a second Charles the Valient (Some small part of Lelouch had died a little when he realized that yes, they had actually called Charles di Britannia that, once), never mind Marianne the Flash when it comes to physical abilities. Do it anyway, alright? We don't have to be a Marianne or a Suzaku or a Kallen. Or even a Rivalz or a Milly. What we do have to do is get to the point in which a sickly 12 year old would at least have trouble outrunning us. We can try to do that at least, right?
Right.
And it was then that Lelouch realized that somebody was looking at him.
A pretty girl, somewhat younger then he was, with caramel hair and purple eyes was looking at him quizzically from the shadows. She was wearing a pretty blue dress, with ribbons in the back...
"Nu...Nunnally!?"
But no, this wasn't Nunnally, Lelouch realized as the girl blinked at him. Nunnally's eyes were blue, and the face was slightly different, too, though the resemblance was very strong indeed.
"Ahhh, no..."
The girl smiled at him sweetly and stretched her hand out. Lelouch looked at her, seeing that she was standing on her feet, no wheelchair in sight at all - Ahh, this was definitely not his dear Nunners, then.
"Thank you." Lelouch murmured as the girl pulled him to his feet. She was stronger then she looked, too...
And then he realized that she was staring at the front of his clothes.
Which just happened to be his full Imperial outfit. Complete with a large tear and very fresh bloodstains.
Lelouch almost groaned. For whatever reason that was utterly unfathomable to him for the moment, the Dimension Witch and the Time Witch had apparently replicated all his clothes he had on when he died, tearing and bloodstains and all. Or maybe they'd just made a replica of his body and clothes when he was dying, and had just bothered to fix the body?
Ahh, well, Witches were Witches, he supposed.
" - Does it hurt?" The girl asked, quietly.
"Not any more." Lelouch answered, trying to smile as reassuring as he could.
"Oh, good, then." The girl smiled at him. "Do you want something to eat? There's so much food here - Tea too! Real tea, and so many kinds..."
"Ahhh." Lelouch said, getting his bearings.
"That would be very nice. Thank you...?"
"Oh!" The girl dimpled at him, getting a bit red in the face.
"Oh, right - Um, my name's Kururugi Nana! What's yours?"
Lelouch blinked, and then blinked again. Kururugi?
"My name is - Lelouch Lamperouge."
"Oh. Hi, Lamperouge-san!"
The girl grinned at him, a small locket shining in the dim light at her neck.
And that was the moment that something sparked in Lelouch's mind, rather too brightly for his taste at the moment.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
...A female Rolo!?
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