Ok, like I said this is my third fanfiction in general, but I already half at least the first 10 chapters down. All I'm doing is editing them. This chapter is a little odd. It shows what Ulrich is coming out to be. I'm using some 'stuff' from Samurai X (Rurouni Kenshin) just to splice it. Ulrich's mother, kept her maiden name. His father was Mr. Stern.
Ayra Underworld Princess: Thanks for the Advice Ayra, You see that chap was a quickie; the problem was that I was half asleep when I "re-wrote" it. I'll be sure to use your advice in this chappy. And yes, Kree is my character, she's been mine since before I wrote fan-fictions, my friend called me that name before she moved away…when I was three.
sohowisYumi2181: I'll be sure to help you read more. I've been busy ALL week and couldn't update. Stupid parents!
Specialsnowflake: I will! Don't you worry, the site I had it on though was closed down, so now I must type it by memory. So this SHOULD be easier.
mizZ hypocrite 101: Don't worry…thanks for the review.
StarRobin4everandever: Ok listen up. I cannot make it one cause about half the story is already written, but there is Ulrich and Yumi Fluff so dun worry!
I LOVE reviews, because when you combine your story with the tastes of every author, yours will be loved. Trust me.
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Ulrich spun around and looked Yumi and Kree were gone, Yumi was still yelling and Ulrich followed her voice. When he reached there Yumi had cuts and scrapes and bruises on her arms and legs. Kree however, was left untouched by Xavia, as quick as she could go she was dodging his attacks, he had a cut on his cheek, suddenly it grew darker, it was pitch black and ulrich felt liquid at his feet, it was blood. He carried Yumi onto a table and sat there trying to wake her up. It was raining outside, like they were trapped in darkness forever. "Yumi… Yumi please…" Cried Ulrich desperately, tears roaming down his pale face. "Wake up."
Meanwhile Xavia and Kree were engaged in a deep battle, Xavia holding a knife in his hand, it was long, old, pointy, and dashed in blood.
"Alright you foolish girl, you aren't going to escape this time!" Kree struggled as she was lifted by the throat and she screamed. As she screamed, she choked back, keeping blood down her throat; she was bleeding deeply on her chest. Jeremy wasn't there, but odd was and he followed her voice and knocked Xavia out with a punch. Xavia vanished, and the lights came on. Odd was serious for once, he spoke in his usual high pitched sarcastic voice. "We can't leave Yumi all alone can we?"
"No we can't…" Jeremy said. Ulrich calmly lifted Yumi and placed her on the lunch table. Then, he saw the dark blood soaking the school walls and Kree lying unconscious in a deep pool of it. "kree!" His voice was worried, but quiet as usual, she was his friend, he couldn't let her die. Sissy skipped over.
"I can help, I'll take care of her till you get back!" Ulrich glared at her. "NO." After awhile though, he just gave up. Sissy took care of Yumi while Ulrich walked swishing through the bloody ground, stumbling over the slippery floor. It seemed like forever before he wrapped his arms around Kree's limp body and limped to the Infirmary.
Odd Knocked on the Infirmary door, Yumi was on a stretcher that Jeremy was holding by the other end. Yumi and Kree were to be cared for by Dorothy.
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In Jeremy's dorm:
Odd sat cross-legged on the bed and Ulrich leaned against the door, his arms neatly folded. Jeremy sat at his computer looking through several Lyoko files. It took some time but Jeremy finally leaned back in a heavy sigh and slumped deep into his chair. Aelita's image was on the screen, looking out of the corner of her eyes at the data.
"Finally…." Jeremy heaved another sigh as he turned around. Ulrich looked up, waiting to find out what was going on. "Xana has control of the entire school's electricity. But no towers activated." (Jeremy had been talking to Aelita during lunch and had only come down to help)
Odd laughed, indicating he was going to be sarcastic; Ulrich lulled his eyes. Odd's laugh appeared into a voice. "Ask Xavia, I'm sure he'd be GLAD to tell you." Jeremy's eyes widened. "WHO?!?"
This is going to be a long night, Ulrich thought quietly, Now we've got to tell him everything.
Several hours later, it the clock in Ulrich's dorm read 12:04 a.m. Odd had just finished explaining it, Jeremy listened intently the whole time, neither noticed that Ulrich had slunk out half-way through the explanation.
Meanwhile:
Ulrich grabbed the hilt of the Katana; he had made Aelita transfer him to Lyoko. Constantly he had been working on his swordsmanship. With brute force he pulled it out, the quiet hum of it through the air was music to his ears. A blast was heard as the blade crunched clear through a tree, Aelita flinched while sitting on a rock.
"How much longer are you going to do this?" Aelita asked curiously. Ulrich, however, was in a bad mood. His stubbornness would get him into trouble. "Until I perfect this move." Aelita slid off the rock and looked at him sternly. "But you never do any moves like this when your fighting Xana." Ulrich glared. "That's right I don't. Hiten Mitsurugi Ryuu is not an easy technique. It would crush Xana instantly. I need to perfect most of it before I can use it in battle."
Three hours later:
Ulrich opened the door to his dorm with the key. Odd was snoring very loud, as usual. The clock said 3:30am. Ulrich sighed and took a small key from inside a small zipped area of the mattress of his bed. It was silver, it had the Japanese symbol for beauty on it. It also had a sapphire placed on it. He opened a drawer to his dresser and peered inside.
It was empty except for one very beautiful well-made Katana. The hilt of it had the leather strips across it in a diamond-type design; at the end of the hilt was a gold and silver top that created a shine for reflection. Especially in dark places. The ring that separated handle and blade was gold, with three emeralds placed in it. The sheath was especially well crafted, leather padding covered the hardness of the metal, and it was a pale gray-blue. At the end was a gold-silver bottom.
The boy was hesitant, his pale hands reached towards the hilt, but pulled back as if bitten. The concentration in his eyes lay focused on his family's sword. Time itself had halted for a moment. A single tear fought to get out of his eye, finally winning. The liquid crawled down his face and fell onto the hilt of the sword. Memories drawing closer to him.
Flashback
A small boy was curled up in a box; he must have been only four years old. His soft brown hair covered his pale face as he breathed quietly and faintly. The loud booming on the door was scaring him. Shouts and curses were released at the other side. The bed he was hidden behind in a box was his parents'. Two people stood by the box, beside the bed, a woman and man. The woman was beautiful, curly brown hair of his color fell over her shoulders and stopped just below her chest. She had light, merry chocolate brown eyes that were at the moment filled with fear. But grasped in her pale hands, which held a sheathed katana in them. The man hand only a dagger in his hand, both were facing the door. The katana was the exact one of which was passed to Ulrich.
The man however, was tall and broad shouldered. His eyes were a dark green, and his hair was dirty blond, it fell just over his ears. The dagger in his hand was dull, though he did not know that. The door broke open. Men in black clothing and masks came in. The boy remained quiet and frightened, curled in his little ball, holding his kitten, Tiger. A loud gunshot echoed across the room and the man, this boy's father, fell to the ground with a bullet lodged tightly into his forehead. Then two more gunshots sang through the air. With quick maneuvering she pulled the katana from it and blocked both bullets. The blade, with its beautiful inscription of calligraphy on it, shone in the pale moonlight that seemed through the window and added the frightening tough. The black-cloaked men looked at each other, they pulled back their cloaks and revealed swords, not a katana, but regular, not as sharp swords.
The boy sneezed. These horrible men looked at him and glared with evil intentions. His mother sheathed her sword and lifted him (and his kitten) from the box. With superior speed she dodged past the men and ran out the front door. At the rate of speed she was moving the bad men could never catch her. Her soft hand held his smooth and innocent head to her chest as she dodged around the dark corners of the street. A man with a lantern stepped from the tall black gate of the graveyard.
"Danielle, what's wrong?" Apparently, this woman's name was Danielle. The man, whose appearance was somewhat shaggy, looked worried. There where white whiskers on his crinkled face and he had white hair that was to his neck. Danielle responded in a horrified, tear choked tone. "Please Mr. Cauye, you must take Ulrich and hide him, they will kill him, you know what they will do. He is the descendent of the Assassin that won the war, his blood is of the samurai, and you must hide him! I could take your car and lead them away from him." Tears fell down her face. Mr. Cauye (Cai-ye) lifted his wrinkled hand and lifted her face to his. Ulrich shivered but remained quiet and frightened, Tiger was clenched in his arms.
Mr. Cauye spoke in his ruffled voice. "I cannot interfere with this battle miss Sakure, the realm of the dead will give him no mercy. You may cut through the graveyard to escape, the gates are open, and you can ride Raksha. She's been missing you after all. Also if you were to take my car it would be no use, machine's slow as hell."
"Thank you so much…I will repay you." Danielle Sakure mounted a tall silver mare that was tied to a post and placed Ulrich in front of her; gripping the reins tightly she kicked off. "haw!"
Dodging tombstone they rode at full gallop, passing the river, little did they know what was at the end of the deadly trail.
Men in black cloaks appeared at the end of the rode. Danielle couldn't pass them, pulling hard on the reins. Raksha slid to a halt and raised her forelegs in anger. Danielle grabbed Ulrich and Tiger tight as they landed on the ground and rolled. Miss Sakure, Ulrich's mother, covered him with her arms, screaming at them. "Please don't hurt him!" A shiny black gun was raised and the bang was loud enough, but they were in the middle of a 100 acre graveyard so nobody heard. Danielle held her son close to her as crimson liquid streamed down her shoulder. Five more shots were cleared before the tear-covered mother fell to the mud. Ulrich cried, suddenly a hand pulled him up onto Raksha. But just before he was pulled up Ulrich grasped his tiny hands on the Katana and pulled it to him.
end flashback
The silence was continued as Ulrich suddenly fell weakly to his knees in tears…
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