Ok, deal is I've been grounded for the past week. One important notice, I've been having emotional problems, for my friends reading this you KNOW what I'm talking about. Anyhow I'm typing this entire chapter with a sprained right wrist so be cautious. I'm in a LOT of pain right now. Ok, so let's stop my rambling. This chappy might be a quicky.

Eh…I won first place in a township poetry contest in 2nd grade (it was even against 8th graders). I write a lot of poetry and I am only in 7th grade right now, Language is my best subject. One other clue is that Ulrich is not full French, he's half Italian. (Madre means mother in Italian) I use Italian In this chappy so go to yahoo and search for "babelfish" it's a translator. If you see words you don't know.


Ulrich's right hand was pressed against the drawer as the small tears streamed so delicately down his face. Though his pain and sorrow was silent, he felt worse than ever before. "Madre… it makes no sense, why did you have to die like that?" A small choke came from deep inside his throat as he weakly stood up and lifted the sword off the dresser. With his left hand Ulrich wiped a tear from his cheek as he placed the sword delicately in the drawer and locked it.

Undressing into a white T and black boxers he laid in his bed and silently faded into sleep.


The next day:

Jeremy and Odd were waiting at the corner; Odd was getting a Cola once more from the vending machine. Kree was leaning against a tree silently with her head facing towards the ground. Her deep dark brown hair fell over her shoulders solely as one foot was flat against the tree. Bangs of strange sharpness covered her eyes.

Ulrich walked up to Jeremy and casually waved a "Hello". Odd smiled a big wide smile but stopped after burping and throwing the can in the recycling bin. Ulrich suddenly paused and looked around before starting towards class. "Where's Yumi?" Jeremy and Odd shrugged and the three started towards class, Odd halted and turned to Kree.
"Hey! You coming?" The girl nodded; there was no smile on her face though. She walked next to him as he led her to class, but suddenly stopped by the door to the main office. Odd turned around and grabbed her wrist by accident, but then he saw what was going on. The office door opened and a crying Yumi walked out. Kree looked worried, "Yumi are you alright?" Yumi looked away. "I uh…my parents were killed in a car accident last night. I live here now." Kree gave Yumi a comforting hand. The two smiled and Kree n Odd walked to class together and sat down.

As usual it was really boring in the classroom, but Kree wouldn't let Odd fall asleep. Ulrich was worried about Yumi.


Ulrich's Point of View

I never really thought someone other than us knew of Lyoko. It just seems so…so strange that Xana hasn't released this power on us yet.

Silently, I tapped my pencil on the top of the desk, the math worksheet in front of me with the tital "Dividing Fractions" On it. I paid no attention to it and turned my head to the window. Everything was just so calm, like nothing was wrong. Our teacher was yelling at someone for doodling on their paper. Jeremy was sitting next to me, leaning back in his chair having finished ages ago. He looked at me.

"You haven't even started Ulrich." That's right Jeremy, state the obvious. "Ulrich, come on, you're gonna fail math." Do I care? No. "I'm telling you-"

Thank GOD the bell rang, I left my paper on the desk and made my way to science class. Mrs. Herts was only teaching us about Biomes and Climates, stuff I learned last year. So I just zoned her out as well.

Why is it that Kree has come here, has she any reason for it? Wait! Yeah she does. Her mother must have been Italian and her father French. That explains it, her mother was already pregnant when she moved to America, then Xana wanted to attack the family because he feared them. So they took refuge and moved back to Italy after Kree's birth. It's the only explanation I've got so I'll ask her later. But this isn't usual for Yumi to not show up like this…

"Ulrich? Ulrich..?" Voices…who were they? I turned around slightly and Kree tapped me on the shoulder, she was whispering my name. I gave a "hmm..?" and she gave me a small note.

My hands fiddled with it at first, once Mrs. Herts was sitting in her seat looking for a paper I opened it.

Ok, I bet your wondering what happened to Yumi. She's all right, but her parents were killed last night in a car accident. I thought you should know it's quite upsetting her, and she now has room 523.I think you should comfort her a bit…you know-help her around.

Your friend,

Kree

I knew it! Kree was worried of Yumi as well. I worked on the notes and then the lucky bell rang for lunch.


Normal POV.

The group sat at a table in the corner at lunch that day, when Yumi sat down she tried to hide (as usual) her sadness. Suddenly she looked at Ulrich, who obviously knew what had happened. His eyes met hers, then she looked away. It was just so touchy. Yumi barely ate any lunch, her fork swirling through the mashed potatoes.

"I'll finish it for you!" Odd grabbed her tray and ate the rest of her lunch. Yumi's face brightened. Ulrich was so happy that she was smiling, he smiled to, for a second that it.

"Oh Ulrich dear!!!!" Sissy came skipping along. Great…she picked the perfect time to but in. The prancing Sissy came up to the table. Before Ulrich could even think of a response Kree stood up and glared at Sissy. Sissy's reaction of course was, "Hey you! Stay outta this!" Kree just glared. Her face had a calm, angry look to it that struck fear into everyone that looked. "First of all Sissy, You are supposed to be at your own table not ours. Second of all you should leave Ulrich alone today or I'll break into your dorm and take your Diary. And Third of all, your making me angry, which is not a good thing!" Sissy was bewildered; she glared and stomped furiously towards her table. The group looked at Kree in amazement. Odd's Jaw had dropped, Jeremy had raised an eyebrow, Yumi was just shaking, and Ulrich was emotionless, but you could tell he was surprised.

At the end of the day Ulrich went to his room and locked himself in, Odd was in Jeremy's dorm for the afternoon.


Ulrich's Dorm:

Ulrich was sitting on his bed, his hands quivering, holding the Katana. His hands were gliding across its wonderful balance, and his eyes were focused on the ring. Suddenly, Ulrich stood up holding the sheath in his left hand tightly; he bent his stance. In a focused breathing he leaned forward and bent his knees, his right hand hovered just barely over the hilt. In one quick motion he drew the Katana from its sheath and all at once placed the sheath on the dresser.

Through the window panes a pale moonlight sunk in, giving an eerie glow to the blade. Ulrich suddenly made out words on it, they showed only in the moonlight, for many a time he had drawn in but seen no wording. They were beautiful italic letters, with so much beauty and grace you would have thought it was a computer font.

Danielle Sakure

A note was tipping out of the sheath, he had never noticed it before. Ulrich lifted it up and read it carefully.

My dear sweet Ulrich, I wanted to tell you that I amore you more than you could ever me. Darling,when you read this note, it means I won't be around any longer, but I wanted to tell you that this sword is given to you. If you are ever lonely or need help, please hold this necklace to your heart, I hope that you will think of me, your mother. I love you my son, sia forte. You must be. Per me.

Love…

Danielle Sakure

A tear traveled down Ulrich's cheek, he picked the necklace from the letter and looked at it. His eyes closed slowly, as he fought back the tears and failed. The necklace was white gold, and had a gorgeous moonstone on each end, the charm on it was a blood-red rose, with golden tints in it and it was a locket, the locket was well shaped, he opened it carefully, and saw a picture of his mother inside, he pulled it out and held it so close. Then folded it once more and placed it back inside.

Sheathing the Katana he locked it away and placed the necklace on his neck. He walked slowely in tears over to his bed, pulling the covers over him he drifted slowely off into a deep sleep...