Author's Note: Hello everyone, I see you're reading my story. First off let me say "Thank you". Any kind of review is accepted and encouraged (especially flames, they keep me warm at night)

:EXTRA: Due to the constant struggles I've had with Quickedit, there's a constant mistake in the dialogues...for some reason the initial "-" refuses to appear, thus it will be left that way until a correction may be found. Yes, the dialogue could easily be switched from -...- to "...", but I've always worked with the first style and it's almost like my trademark. thus change is both unwanted and unneeded.

About the last chapter: If any questions remain, please state them in a review; if the questions are both abundant and reasonable, a fifth chapter will be written, explaining the how's and why's.

Disclaimer: I do not own Code Lyoko nor do I intend to…But I do own Hiroshi Nakano Yambuki and any other Author Created Characters (ACC's) that appear in this Fan Fiction (unless stated otherwise). If you wish to use any of these characters please contact me via email (check my profile). The song extract used in chapter IV is "The Number of the beast" by Iron Maiden, all rights reserved to the proper owners (damn it!)

..:WARNING:..

This story makes use of slight profanity, an unimportant mention of rape and a song that could be considered offensive for Christian/Catholic/Presbyterian fanatics

Chapter I-Under her light

The moonlight shone over the empty courtyard while a sole figure, clad in a black trench coat, sat on one of the many benches.

Another night, another dance…another time perhaps. Today the ground burns-

Music blasted out of the windows with chaotic force; as if its horrendous tunes weren't enough to disturb the mentally sane, they also had to raise the volume to the max.

God, where the hell is he?-

"Annual New Year's Bash" was name of the event. Almost every one in school was there; most came with someone, but the rest just went in hopes to attract some lonely yet hot chick or guy with their extraordinary capability of walking aimlessly.

Gah! He's late…the fire could've been rising by now-

Team Lyoko belonged to the first group though; for they all, well most of them, had dates. Jeremie had materialized Aelita just for the occasion. Yumi and Ulrich agreed silently to go together, since their voices seemed to disappear at the moment of invitation; as if four months together wasn't enough time to blindly trust your companion. However, Odd didn't even have to lift a finger to get a date; that Naomi girl basically threw herself over the guy just as news of the dance surfaced.

Damn, don't tell me he backed out-

What of Hiroshi you ask? Well, it's easy: he didn't have a date. It's not as if he didn't know girls, but most of them either loathed him or just considered him to be some kind of cute exotic accessory, while the rest simply ignored his existence.

Spineless coward-

However, trying not to let the night go to waste he made plans with Mike, one of the other few metal heads that inhabited the school; he was supposed to drop by a gallon of gasoline, with which to turn the yard into a disco inferno.

I should've guessed he'd back out-

Mike had some common sense though, and didn't think burning a whole courtyard was the kind of thing one does to test himself. Yet Hiroshi still wanted to pursuit his goal; not to impress anyone, but to inspire fear, to let them all know that he was capable of damaging without the need of rage or revenge, or any other human feeling in that case. He wanted to prove to every one, to himself most of all; that he could be cold and malicious, that he could act without remorse or pity; that he could be, and was, inhuman.

Don't blame him though…he didn't understand me, not unlike everyone else I've talked to-

This of course was an overstatement, Hiroshi was very human; he had an overactive sentimentalism and this had been his curse since childhood. Thus in search for a new start he turned his back on his past and to the moment refuses to confront it. Two years ago, during his most troublesome times, the Hiro everyone knew and would eventually forget came to be. This was the birth of the everlasting Hiroshi Nakano Yamabuki.

Checking his wristwatch, he finally stated.

Twenty minutes past ten, guess it's time to face the world's worst music-

Slowly he got up, his crimson spiked hair brilliantly shining due to the moonlight.

Calmly he walked towards the auditorium's doors, his necklaces stirring around at the rhythm of his anxious guts. The sounds of his heavy steps denoted a burden short of death, similar to a prisoner's march towards his own execution.

But, just a few steps away of the entrance, the sound of the current Hip Hop hit single made him realize the error of entering.

Did he really want to go in just because there was nothing else to do? Nah. He could do nothing outside, accompanied by the ever faithful night, instead of having to deal with the idle dancing mass that lay inside the building.

So he threw a look around, trying to find another spot to think. Until the cafeteria's front steps caught his eye; they seemed rather peaceful and well lit.

Some time before, inside the dance, another persona preferred the company of the mass rather than the moon. Her breathtaking indigo dress and astonishing hair and looks clashed strongly against her spoiled brat attitude. But, distinct from past dances, the two stooges that usually followed her weren't present.

Hmph, everyone has a date; even those two, Herb and Nick, got dates…but what about me…no one even cared for inviting me-

She turned to her side, just to witness Ulrich's group of friends sitting in one of the larger tables, sharing laughter and thoughts. One was missing though; the weird kid; his name has Giroki or something like that.

They must be laughing at me…god, ever since that…Yumi…stole Ulrich from me, they've been mocking me more than usual…specially that Odd…I hate his guts…-

Time passed, thirty minutes to be exact, and the few boys that had approached her did so just to learn of the availability of other girls. This made her angry…very angry
"Why not me? What's wrong with me?" she asked herself as she replied to these wandering fellows.

At last, tired of waiting, she got up and asked a nearby kid to dance, who refused the offer without doubt. However, instead of returning to her table, the girl decided to take a stroll in the night; so maybe then someone would abduct her and everyone would feel guilty about not inviting her to dance.

"Yea, nice plan Sissie, what're you going to do after, ask the big bad men to rape you so every one would have feel guilty for not sleeping with you? Heh, not as if this was going to happen…just a walk to get things back into place"

The doors opened and allowed a breeze of cold air to enter, yet only a few heads turned to see who had left or entered.

She began her trek back to the dormitories; the night was still young, for the clock counted 10:30 pm, but she preferred to be alone that looking pitiful inside the horrible dance.

As she left the area though, a strange figure caught her gaze, it was a human form that stood in front of the cafeteria; the shadow was rather shapeless from the waist down, as if it was wearing some kind of large coat or dress. Its features well hidden due to the full moon's light.

Ehm hey, who are you?- asked the girl from afar, but seeing no answer, she stepped up to his side. Yet Hiroshi remained drowned in his own thoughts; ignoring the feminine presence that stood next to him, his eyes and mind focused on the white moon.

Uhm…hello?- she asked again, now able to recognize him -Aren't you Giroki?-

Finally he reacted to the comment, but kept his eyes on the ever white moon

It's Hiroshi-

Oh, sorry- replied the girl, her tone rather cautious –I'm…-

Elisabeth Delmas, 9th grade, alias Sissie-

Oh, so you've heard about me- she said; her voice both relieved and content with the fact the boy knew her.

You're very famous around the school, although some would call that a fool's fame-

Angered due to the comment, she spoke furiously

What do you mean by that?-

The common talk is "she's hot but dull" or "she would be even hotter with a mouth gag on"-

Oh, yea...well….you…should hear what they say about you…-

Hehehe, I've always been a lover of fool's fame…the stuff people come up with is, at times, very clever and witty-

So…you're not upset by people calling you crazy and stupid?-

I enjoy being called crazy…stupid I'm not too fond of…but if it gets them talking about me, well good-

How can you say that?-

Hiroshi turned away from the moon that intoxicated him, just to face another beauty.

His eyes quickly traveled from the head of the girl to her feet and back again.

"As exquisite as Yumi" was the first thing that bumped into his head "God I hope the rumors are false"

Trying to regain composure, he explained himself quite calmly

Because…countless people die each minute…which makes every minute worth a lifetime, and if anyone spends one minute talking about me, either if it's to flame or to congratulate, then they're wasting a life's worth of time just thinking about me-

Wow, I've never thought about it that way-

Not everyone has…so I think you should stop giving Ulrich so much of your life-

Hmph; I haven't thought about Ulrich ever since he got together with Yumi!-

Yet he simply smirked as he turned back to the moon
-Breath taking, isn't she?-

Who?-

The moon…our sole companion throughout mankind's many lifestyles-

Perplexed by Hiroshi's comment, Sissy quietly admired his shadowy figure

Slowly she approached the boy and, after thinking it through once again, she carefully grabbed his hand and rested her head against his shoulder.

I've never noticed it…you're right…she is gorgeous-

Hiroshi, surprised by the sudden show of affection, stated in a kind and delicate fashion

Just as beautiful as you-

The young couple stood silently, until a tune that came from the nearby dance caught their ears

A slow song- said the girl –care to dance?-

I don't really know how- replied the boy

Don't worry; c'mon…I'll teach you-

And so, both figures danced for the remainder of the night, with the bright full moon as their sole witness.