Yumigirl06: So yeah, summer's here… I'm having mega writer's block… hope you guys haven't given up on me, but if you have, I can understand. No long speeches, here ya go!

"What do you think we're gonna do once we get to America? I mean, there's so much we can do right?" Odd asked anxiously for the 6th time as the last of his bags were set down in the lobby by Gate 15. Kiki chuckled for the 6th time and answered him.

"There's too much to do in America, Odd. If the school's planning it like I think they are, we're not gonna get much rest. Especially if we're in Washington D.C. for our first stop." Yumi sighed as she sat down beside the two, clearly exhausted from carrying her bags.

"Why did our bus have to stop on the other side of the airport? I mean, it could've dropped us off right there." She said pointing to an entrance 2 floors down. Ulrich nodded as he sat down in a chair across fromYumi.

"Seriously though. But something I want to know is," Ulrich said lowering his voice and leaning towards the others. "who is that guy over there? He looks pretty suspicious if you ask me." Jeremy and Aelita, who had arrived just in time to hear the question Ulrich asked, looked along with the others at the man next to the entrance to the plane. He wore a black trench coat that went down to his feet. A matching black hat covered half his face, leaving only the tip of his nose and his lips, which were flat and emotionless under the shadow his hat cast upon them. He tried to hide a visible scar ran down across his lips past his chin with a short black goatee. Yumi, perplexed by the shape of the scar and curious as to how he had obtained it, continued to stare even after the others turned back around to continue their conversation about the trip. As the men shifted in his seat, Yumi could see more of his face. The scar started right below his right nostril. An image flashed through Yumi's mind.

Yumi followed up with running behind him and hitting him with one of her fans. She kept running past him, picking up her fans as she went. She can distinctly remember a fan from that battle hitting Xana in his face, because it had given her enough time to escape with Ulrich in the Dark Side if Lyoko.

'But, it can't be. Xana was destroyed; I saw the world get destroyed! He would have done something by now. I doubt Xana would have waited a whole year just so we could spot him in some fake disguise and beat him again.' Just as those last thoughts played in her mind, the man's head shot up, scaring Yumi and forcing her to look away suddenly, even though she knew that he knew she was staring at him. The slight gasp of distress caught Ulrich's attention immediately and he turned toward her.

"What's wrong Yumi?" She leaned in like she was going to sleep on his shoulder, but as she did so, she whispered to him.

"That guy we were talking about earlier; I think he might be connected to Xana somehow."

"You sure? I mean, if he is, he has to know by now that Xana's gone now."

"But what if he's out for revenge over his master? Chances are he's gonna be pretty sore at us for killing him."

"Don't worry, we'll be fine. People, police, and teachers surround us. He can't possibly do anything without attracting some kind of attention. We're safe. I bet we have it all wrong. He's probably just some guys who's going to the States like we are."

"I hope you're right Ulrich. I really hope you're right." Yumi sighed as she continued to rest on his shoulder; relaxing in the few moments she had before the intercom shook her to attention.

"Attention, Gate 15 bound for the United States is now boarding. Gate 15 bound for the United States is now boarding." Ulrich gently shook Yumi signaling their departure from the waiting area of the airport. The mysterious yet intimidating man was the first to respond to the announcement and was the first to enter the plane. After the half hour long wait in line, the gang finally made it to their seats comfortably. Everyone pulled out their electronic devices, ready to use them as soon as the attendant's gave the okay. After the announcements and various requests were asked of the passengers, a deep hum began to envelop the group. As the plane was taxied out to the runway, Yumi, Odd, Jeremie and Aelita were growing restless. Odd tried to play it cool, but failing miserably, latched on to Kiki, obviously nervous. The others kept their cool for the most part, except for Yumi who gave a slight yelp when the plane first lifted off the ground. 10 minutes later the Captain spoke over the intercom.

"Welcome passengers to Flight 554 heading for Washington D.C. At this time you may unfasten your seat belts if you wish to do so and walk around the cabin. In about 20 minutes I will ask you to be seated again so our attendants can pass out refreshments and snacks. Thank you." Various people began standing and walking to the restroom or getting items from the overhead compartments. Ulrich pulled out his CD player while Yumi brandished her own CD player. She glanced around and saw that Odd and Kiki had fallen asleep on each other's shoulders, and Aelita and Jeremy had begun a long discussion about American culture and what Aelita would be in store for. All seemed calm for the moment to her, but in the back of her mind she recognized that man from somewhere. She didn't know how or when, but something told her they had met before. She looked up several rows to the front where the man was sitting, still wrapped up in his black trench coat and hat that covered his eyes. To the passer by, it would seem as if the man was checking the schedule on his P.D.A., but a trained eye that was looking for it would have seen a screen with 6 names on it. As he chose one of the names, another window popped up that showed the basic name, age, height, weight and blood type. When he clicked the "next" button, another window appeared showing fears and superstitions that the said person has, and yet another window appeared after that showing specific psychological weaknesses and any medical conditions that the said person may have. It was a detailed report of each of the Lyokian warriors, and in the hands of a villain it would cause incalculable destruction to whomever the chosen target was. The man smiled as he pulled up the girl that was staring at him earlier.

"Yumi." He said quietly to himself.

"You may be one of the best teen fighters I know of, but it still won't save you. I will find you, and when I do, I will be the last person you ever see again. I know the weaknesses you posses, and I will exploit them to the utmost extent." He chuckled to himself as he turned off the P.D.A. and leaned back in the chair, resting so he could keep his strength up for his biggest challenge yet.