i like my alternate universes. WARNING! this is .:very:. AU. you have been warned.
disclaimer-i don't own Code Lyoko
Chapter One: No Way Out
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Yumi grimanced in annoyance at the sound of her heels on the floor. The guards didn't notice though, or rather they valued their lives too much to admit to being annyoed by their princess. Whichever it was, they semed content to stand at attention outside of the chamber doors with spears in hand observing Yumi as she paced frantically in front of them, waiting to be admitted into the room within.
The irate princess swiveled, fixing the guard on the left with a glare, having sensed more than heard his snicker. It wasn't her fault she had to wear this stupid frilly dress, but the guard knew better than to comment on it openly when she was in this mood. Most of her dresses were plain in dark colors, if she wore them at all. Yumi prefered to spend her time sneaking around in boy's britches, though she got scolded when she was caught. This pink monstosity was not her idea, nor was she pleased with it. It was a favorite of her sister's; Sissy always had loved pink. Yumi winced at the memory of that morning.
"This one!" Sissy turned to her sister, holding up the dress proudly. Yumi glared at Sissy. "Aw, c'mon it'll look great on you. You need to wear brighter colors! Besides, father doesn't summon us very often, so it's important that you dress nicely."
She moved to hold the dress up to Yumi. The pink crushed velvet contrasted nicely with her skin.
"Do I have to?"
"Yes!" Sissy shoved the dress at Yumi, forcing her to take it and bustling her into her own rooms,
adjacent to Sissy's, before the elder sister could object. "Now change! You don't want to be late!"
Yumi snapped back to the present when the massive doors opened to allow her entrance. A seemingly disembodied voice announced her.
"Princess Yumi!"
Ignoring the voice Yumi marched briskly across the white marble floor. When she reached the throne she gave a short curtsy. "You sent a summons for me, father?"
The ususally gruff king smiled at his eldest daughter. "Yes. Yumi, I have been thinking..."
'Uh-oh. This doesn't sound good for me!' Yumi tried to squash the thought.
Her father continued. "Yumi, it's time you grew up a bit. Now don't say anything," he cautioned as the princess opened her mouth. "I will not be swayed on this. You are the eldest, and the heir to my throne. It is high time that you had a suitor. However, since most nobles are familiar with your...quirks...I have decided to send you to France to engage you to Prince Jeremie." Again Yumi opened her mouth.
"That's not fair! You won't let me do anything, simply because it's not proper princess behavior! Is this revenge for being too tomboyish?"
"Yumi! That's quite enough! How dare you speak to me that way! i'm only trying to do what's best for you. At this rate you'll never have a suitor! Now, go begin packing your things. You leave in two days for France."
"But--!"
"This discussion is over! You are dissmissed!" The king glared hard at his daughter, who turned and ran out of the chamber without looking back. The king sighed. "I hope I'm doing the right thing...."
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Yumi pressed her face harder into the pillow, ashamed to be crying. Sissy patted her back gently, trying to soothe the distressed maiden.
"I'm sure it'll all work out," she comforted. "Besides, you get to go to France! Isn't that exciting?"
Yumi's muffled reply floated up. "If you're so excited about it, you go!"
"That's not what I meant and you know it," Sissy snapped back. "You just need to look on the bright side of things."
"It's not fair though! Just because I don't like embroidering and dancing and wearing frilly dresses father thinks I'll never marry! You don't have a thing to worry about, all the men love you!"
"Now that's not true--" Sissy started, but Yumi cut her off.
"Yes it is. Sir Herb.....Shall I continue?" Yumi looked up from the soaked pillow to give Sissy a dry grin. "Take your pick, sis!"
Sissy flushed slightly. "That doesn't mean you're hopeless!"
"To father it does." Yumi rose, wiping at her tears ruefully. "I better start packing..."
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ok, just for the record, this is not Yumi/Jeremie, so nobody get confused
disclaimer-i don't own Code Lyoko
Chapter One: No Way Out
Click
Click
Click
Yumi grimanced in annoyance at the sound of her heels on the floor. The guards didn't notice though, or rather they valued their lives too much to admit to being annyoed by their princess. Whichever it was, they semed content to stand at attention outside of the chamber doors with spears in hand observing Yumi as she paced frantically in front of them, waiting to be admitted into the room within.
The irate princess swiveled, fixing the guard on the left with a glare, having sensed more than heard his snicker. It wasn't her fault she had to wear this stupid frilly dress, but the guard knew better than to comment on it openly when she was in this mood. Most of her dresses were plain in dark colors, if she wore them at all. Yumi prefered to spend her time sneaking around in boy's britches, though she got scolded when she was caught. This pink monstosity was not her idea, nor was she pleased with it. It was a favorite of her sister's; Sissy always had loved pink. Yumi winced at the memory of that morning.
"This one!" Sissy turned to her sister, holding up the dress proudly. Yumi glared at Sissy. "Aw, c'mon it'll look great on you. You need to wear brighter colors! Besides, father doesn't summon us very often, so it's important that you dress nicely."
She moved to hold the dress up to Yumi. The pink crushed velvet contrasted nicely with her skin.
"Do I have to?"
"Yes!" Sissy shoved the dress at Yumi, forcing her to take it and bustling her into her own rooms,
adjacent to Sissy's, before the elder sister could object. "Now change! You don't want to be late!"
Yumi snapped back to the present when the massive doors opened to allow her entrance. A seemingly disembodied voice announced her.
"Princess Yumi!"
Ignoring the voice Yumi marched briskly across the white marble floor. When she reached the throne she gave a short curtsy. "You sent a summons for me, father?"
The ususally gruff king smiled at his eldest daughter. "Yes. Yumi, I have been thinking..."
'Uh-oh. This doesn't sound good for me!' Yumi tried to squash the thought.
Her father continued. "Yumi, it's time you grew up a bit. Now don't say anything," he cautioned as the princess opened her mouth. "I will not be swayed on this. You are the eldest, and the heir to my throne. It is high time that you had a suitor. However, since most nobles are familiar with your...quirks...I have decided to send you to France to engage you to Prince Jeremie." Again Yumi opened her mouth.
"That's not fair! You won't let me do anything, simply because it's not proper princess behavior! Is this revenge for being too tomboyish?"
"Yumi! That's quite enough! How dare you speak to me that way! i'm only trying to do what's best for you. At this rate you'll never have a suitor! Now, go begin packing your things. You leave in two days for France."
"But--!"
"This discussion is over! You are dissmissed!" The king glared hard at his daughter, who turned and ran out of the chamber without looking back. The king sighed. "I hope I'm doing the right thing...."
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Yumi pressed her face harder into the pillow, ashamed to be crying. Sissy patted her back gently, trying to soothe the distressed maiden.
"I'm sure it'll all work out," she comforted. "Besides, you get to go to France! Isn't that exciting?"
Yumi's muffled reply floated up. "If you're so excited about it, you go!"
"That's not what I meant and you know it," Sissy snapped back. "You just need to look on the bright side of things."
"It's not fair though! Just because I don't like embroidering and dancing and wearing frilly dresses father thinks I'll never marry! You don't have a thing to worry about, all the men love you!"
"Now that's not true--" Sissy started, but Yumi cut her off.
"Yes it is. Sir Herb.....Shall I continue?" Yumi looked up from the soaked pillow to give Sissy a dry grin. "Take your pick, sis!"
Sissy flushed slightly. "That doesn't mean you're hopeless!"
"To father it does." Yumi rose, wiping at her tears ruefully. "I better start packing..."
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ok, just for the record, this is not Yumi/Jeremie, so nobody get confused