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Odd liked to sleep with music. It helped him sleep, for some odd reason, and he'd been doing it for as long as he could remember. Perhaps it was the silence, the quite that radiated throughout a room in the night, where it was dark, cold, and calm. In that kind of deathly silence, one could hear their own heart beating softly, hear the creak of the floorboards out in the hall.

Or maybe all those horror flicks had just gone to his head.

Besides, when he wasn't listening to music, he could hear Ulrich's quite breathing. That was something he had a hard time falling asleep listening to, and it wasn't because it was loud either. Much more.... intimate reasons.

So music it was then, better then the alternatives. His little ipod, which he had begged his parents for, for a whole week to get, contained all that online techno and trans he had downloaded or made off the internet.

The only problem then was the fact his ipod didn't have enough memory to last all through the day time and the night. Thus, as he slept, he kept it plugged into the power outlet next to his headboard. One little movement, though, and the thing would be jerked from the socket. It certainly made him a calm sleeper, though.

It was for this reason he woke up that morning. The curtains over the window were closed, so no light shown through, but the utter lack of music awoke him as surely as the sun shinning in his face would have.

Groaning, Odd rolled over onto his side and blinked twice in the dim light shinning through the curtains. Sitting up a little, he glanced down at the power outlet and was surprised to find his ipod still plugged in. Frowning softly, he glanced down at the screen of his music device and was startled to realize the thing was completely out of power. This was impossible, of course, because even if there was no battery left in the thing, it should play simply because it was plugged in.

"It must be broken," he muttered to himself, hitting the thing a few times with the pad of his hand. Sighing to himself, he glanced over at the digital clock that sat on Ulrich's desk, but was surprised to note no bright light glared from it.

"Ah," he realized with relief. "Power's out." Glad that his ipod wasn't broken, but also knowing there was no way he could sleep now, the young boy stood up and stretched, reaching his hands toward the ceiling, arching his back.

Walking over to the window, Odd ducked out behind the curtain, trying to let as little light as possible into the room, so as to not disturb his slumbering roommate. What he was outside, however, made him cry out enough that he might as well have thrown the curtains open wide and jumped around on the brown-haired boy's bed, singing "Zippidy Do Da" in Portuguese.

"Holy Fuck!" he yelled, gawking outside at the snow, which now completely covered the bottom story of the building and was only about three feet under their bottom, two story window.

It probably shouldn't have surprised Ulrich when Jeremy came bursting into his room just a few panicked moments after Odd had woken up with his swearing. The amount of snow covering the ground in such a short time was so impossible that the only conclusion there could possibly be was a Xana attack. And, naturally, where there was an attack, there was Jeremy.

The news he brought with him, however, really shouldn't have surprised him at all, except for the fact about who it involved.

"Yumi is completely sealed into her house?!" he howled, shaking the genius back and forth as one would shake a rag doll.

"That's what I said, yes!" Jeremy snapped, pulling himself out from the other boy's tight clutches. "But it's not completely bad."

"It's not completely bad?" Ulrich gawked. "What do you mean 'it's not completely bad'!? She's stuck in her house, buried under ten feet of snow!"

"Well, yeah, but so is everyone else," Jeremy told him, allowing a slight smile. "No worries about others getting involved. And unless you're outside in that whether, it's not exactly harmful."

"Okay, point granted," Odd nodded in consideration, as he pet Kiwi, laid out on the bed. "Yumi can sit this one out. But even if Alieta says that there are pulsations and there is a Lyoko attack, how the heck are we going to get to the factory?"

"Why, just walk, of course," Jeremy told them with a smile, looking outside the window at the snow that stretched like a walkway out beneath it.

"Oh, no," Ulrich muttered as the other two went around their dorms, looking for warmer clothes. "I hate cold weather."
Hey all,

Okay, okay, your eager call for more and your constant dis of flamers, made me feel a little better. Not to mention I now have a vague idea of where this is all going (kind of). I said before and I'll say it again, the main pairing is still Ulrich and Yumi. Odd's just for some later drama that's being thrown in.

And for all you flamers, if you haven't figured it out by now, JUST STOP READING IT! Urg.

I'd like to especially thank "cat" who said that although she didn't really like Odd's sexuality, but the rest of the story was good. Thank you. This was exactly the kind of thing I wouldn't mind hearing.

And a big thanks to everyone who supported me. It really meant a lot to check my email and find 11 emails saying that they love this story. Thus, this chapter is dedicated to: aligrl34, Artemis of the Ice, CodeLyoko, Kan, Dragonis and Gion, Saturn, Lil Angelic Baby, supersayian1, Aeli, Ryotedengi, cat, rabid-yaoi-fangirl101, Cybra, J, Alana16, magicalfairy12, Dragon Princess13, Starwave, Jess, Robyn

Thanks and please continue reviewing! It defiantly makes me feel better about the flamers!