Summary: No X.A.N.A, no Yumi, Odd or Ulrich. Just my version of Lyoko, and it's people. Aelita is the 'royal outcast', until a certain human boy comes along. J/A forever!

Disclaim: I own all of Lyoko's original inhabitants, the language, and such. I don't own Lyoko, Jeremie, or Aelita.

The Youngest Princess

"Your Highness: Princess Aelita!"

Two pairs of eyes, one black-green, the other blue-black, snapped open. The black-green ones shifted to the man in the doorway. "What?"

The sentry, trying to hide a sneer, bowed low. "The Queen wishes your presence." He held the position until he had backed out of the room. The two pink haired young women looked at each other, then the one with longer hair and blue-black eyes spoke, smiling wryly.

"What did you do now, little sister?"

The girl with cropped hair and green-black eyes glared half-heartedly. "Nothing that I can think of." Her sister stood, shaking her head.

"As it always is," she answered, then walked out of the room.

The youngest Princess sighed, and uncurled her legs from the meditating position they had been in. What was going on now? Aelita hated being called to her mother. The council was always talking, whispering…calling her the 'Drifter'. (And so what if I enjoy walking)? Aelita often asked herself. (It's not a crime…) She never realized how eerie she looked during these walks, often dressed in her white relax-gown, almost gliding through the halls of the main Mountain Region Fortress, sometimes singing softly on the old language, a sad look on her face. (They think I'm a witch.)

Walking through the turning, maze-like hallways, Aelita passed a group of younglings around her own age, watching her. She smiled at them, and they turned away, giggling and whispering. The Princess bowed her head and kept walking. Quite suddenly a purple-black blur landed on one side of her, bellowing, "Aaaayyyyeeee!" Aelita burst out laughing, staring at the disgruntled girl at her feet, the other younglings 'forgotten'.

"And what was that about, Lika?" She asked as the girl stood. Relika, or Lika to others, made a face at her friend.

"Funny, Lit," the wiccara answered sarcastically. "I think I'm going to give up trying to spook you. Where's that lover of Silica's? I like making him jump." Aelita just shook her head, and resumed walking. Relika followed her. Dressed in her people's tradition purple tunic and leggings, Relika was the only true witch left in Lyoko. Aelita and Relika had been friends for as long as they could remember, and the only ones to not care the difference in their race. Besides, it was minimal. Taller, stranger, and more magically powerful when in battle, the witches had mostly been whipped out during the war between the races of Lyoko a century ago. Relika was the only one left. Although the witches and Aelita's people, the 'keepers of Lyoko' were at peace, only two people accepted Relika: Aelita, and her mother, the Queen of all Lyoko. Silica, Aelita's grumpy but usually good-natured older sister, had a slight fear of Relika.

"Where are you off to?" Relika asked a few moments later.

Aelita gestured to the silver/pink portal in front of them, and Relika groaned. "Not again…what'd you do now?"

The Princess shrugged. "Goddess knows…oh well…" She nodded to Relika, who nodded back and walked off. Head held high, determined to ignore any mutterings of any kind, Aelita walked into the antechamber of the Queen.

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"The Queen hath summoned me, I must obey. Ithlan loth luvey."

"Stand up child, you know I hate that oath."

Aelita remained in the knelling position, but grinned impishly up at her mother. "Yes, I do know. You don't know what it means." Ralina, Queen of Lyoko, glared half-heartedly at her youngest daughter, then smiled.

"Alas, you're correct, Aelita." The queen made a hand gesture behind Aelita's shoulder, and the ten staring elder-members left, muttering. Ralina rolled her amber-black eyes, and the Princess fought down a giggle. The queen disliked the council just as much as her daughter did, though it was tradition to have them in the antechamber.

"Now, child, do you know why I have asked you to be here?" Aelita shook her head. "A…human has been found, seemingly unconscious, in the Ice Region, and has been brought here-"

"A human!" Aelita gasped, her mind reeling. A human had never been to the likes of Lyoko…not ever. "How?"

"That's what we're trying find out," the Queen answered. "And I know someone who is kind and quiet enough to talk to the poor thing and not scare it to deletion in the process."

"It's not a thing, Mother," Aelita argued, frowning. "They have souls, and minds and hearts, just like we do. There are differences, yes, but they are people too. Is it a male or a female?"

"Male. With that view, Aelita, you're…what's the human term… 'hired'."

Aelita stood, grinning with out quite knowing why. "Thank you, Mother. You won't regret this!" With that, she raced out of the chamber, her mind buzzing. Her mother watched her go, not quite sure what would come of this.

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Where the hell was he?

Jeremie looked around him, stunned and confused. It looked almost like a prison cell, but there was something wrong about the air, and the dimensions of the space. He blinked, and tried to remember what had happened. There was that factory, the one where he found the used up computer…a white light and a hot/cold feeling, then…this. Jeremie clutched his head, trying to remember more, but it was all dark.

"I don't care if he's a human!"

A voice, strong and angry, rang through the enclosed area, and the young man's head shot up.

"But, your Highness, it may be armed-"

"Don't 'your Highness' me, General! I have orders from my mother to speak with this human, which is not an it, by the way! Now, let me through!"

The next second, a boom rattled Jeremie's teeth, and a light opened at one end of the room, and a girl entered.

Jeremie gasped.

She was tall (or so it seemed then) and slender, with short pink hair, pale skin, and proud green-black eyes. Dressed in a strangely beautiful white dress and silver circlet, it was obvious that this girl was the speaker who had ordered the guard out of her way. She sighed, then smiled warmly at Jeremie, who felt his heart flip-flop.

"Forgive me for your condition, my friend," she told him softly. Jeremie felt as if her voice was heaven's music itself at that moment, and he simply stared. "We have never had a human here before."

Jeremie finally found his voice. "Wh-where is here?"

The girl smiled. "Welcome to Lyoko. My name is Aelita, and don't bother to start calling me 'your Highness' or any of that nonsense." She wrinkled her nose. "Titles confuse me. But enough about me. What is your name?"

"Jeremie, miss."

Aelita smiled and knelt next to him. "None of that title madness, you hear, Jeremie? Aelita. Or Lit, as my friend Relika calls me."

"Aelita," Jeremie said softly. He couldn't bare to think of calling her by a actual nickname.

"Jeremie, welcome to Lyoko."

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Aelita let out a sigh of relief. She had done it. Talked to him without reverting back to her true personality yet without being cold as the others. Talked to him without acting as if she noticed how strangely beautiful his eyes were, that pure, bright blue. Those eyes were still staring at her with the same unmasked awe that she had seen before, and she knew her eyes were glowing. Ignoring this, she stood, and extended a hand to the young man, Jeremie.

"Come, Jeremie, I'll help you up, if you wish."

Jeremie mumbled something about being alright, but Aelita shook her head., smiling slightly. "I'm not some vain, lily footed Princess of Earth, Master Jeremie." The boy blushed, something only humans did truly, and took her hand.

A shock went though Aelita, and she gasped, flinging herself against the far wall. Jeremie tripped, caught himself, then ran over to her.

"Aelita? Princess? Are you alright?"

Aelita forgot all about her masquerade, looking Jeremie full in the face. "You- I-" She looked at her hands, trembling. Then slowly, she traced one finger over her palm.

She felt it. A soft tickling over her skin. Aelita began to tremble worse than ever.

"Aelita?"

"Jeremie, what did you do?"

The horror in her voice made Jeremie's neck hair stand on end. "N-nothing…what, are you hurt something-"

"That's what's wrong!" In her angst, Aelita put both of her hands in front of his eyes. "I felt it! I felt your hand, and now I feel everything!" She buried her face in her hands, shaking. Jeremie took her wrists, and pulled her hands down so he could look at her face.

"Your people have no sense of touch?"

Aelita shook her head wildly, her eyes still wide. "No. We have very limited to no smell or taste, we need to breathe very little, we cannot cry, sleep, or forget. But now…" She sniffed, and her eyes grew wider still. "I…I…the others…they'll whisper and hate and…"

Jeremie, forgetting himself in order to help the distressed Princess, took both of her hands in his and squeezed them gently. "Hush, milady, hush," he whispered. "Don't worry. It's not like it's a bad thing, and it's not like I'd go telling everyone. They may not accept you, but I do."

Aelita's heart lifted, and she looked at him, and smiled slightly. "Thank you, Jeremie. It seems that already we are to be friends."

Jeremie blushed and bowed. "At your service, your Majesty."

Awww….cute. Only the first chappy, so what do ya think, werid, huh? Please, please review.