A/N: Finals are over and I did well, which means you get a chapter today. Anyway, I'd just like to remind you that Tristan isn't an ACC. Also, this chapter is one that I personally like for two reasons. One: I put a lot of good ideas into this chapter. Two: For those who don't know I work at Fred Meyer and I decided to put that store and my manager in the story. I think she'll like it.

If any of you guys are into anime check out a show called DNAngel. Apparently, in vol. 4 episode 13, Eternal Guide, the writers of the show did the same thing I did. They made the main character time-travel 20 years into the future (keep in mind that I went 4 years, 8 months and 3 days into the future). I guess geniuses think alike. Weird, huh?

Janika: It's similar but the she's just stubborn. The main difference between Tristan and her is that Tristan can be reasoned with.

thesuperdot: and that's the 100 million dollar question that will be answered later. The first death was just a nobody. I envisioned him as being a lower class person with no family, etc. Not very important. The only impact he had was on Ulrich and you know why.

renayumi: Thanks for reviewing. I think you'll like this chapter.

RaptorK Beta: Sure but not now. I'll tell you at the end of the story. I have a surprise for everyone.

JLyoko: If you're psychic then maybe you could write my next chapter. I'd like to see you try that. As for the revalation…something does happen between U&Y. Read and find out what.

Yuri Nishidera: Yeah, there is a possibility that he will depending on what Ulrich does, lol. It makes for a very dramatic situation.

Little Vili: Thanks for the support. I'm glad that you're not confused any more.

Einstien: X.A.N.A.'s original intent was that he would transfer them into the future. In their absence he would take over the world. However, he didn't count on the future gang helping the younger gang out. He didn't have any back-up plans.

Chineschic: no, I guess your first review didn't go through. Yeah, I have a vivid imagination. Be thankful that this is a PG/PG-13 story (I can't stand the new rating system).

The younger Yumi, Ulrich, Odd, Jeremie and Aelita along with Tristan rode the elevator of the abandoned factory to the first level. They were headed to the hospital to visit the older Aelita whom Tristan assumed was there by now. He tried to flatten his hair down along the way.

Along the way up, Odd kept shifting his eyes between Ulrich and Yumi. They noticed this and glared back. He snickered and then burst out into laughter.

"I'm sorry. I just can't wait to see you two now!" the troublemaker exclaimed. Tristan shook his head. The elevator stopped and the giant doors opened. Everyone got out and went up the ladder on the left side. The ropes were still in the same place that they were five years ago and it seemed like nothing had changed in the building.

Tristan broke the silence, "I just got off the phone with Ulrich. He and Yumi will meet us at the hospital."

"Huh, when did you talk to him?" asked Ulrich.

"While we were in the elevator," Tristan answered, walking away.

"How? I didn't see you use a phone." Tristan halted and thought about his response. He didn't want to reveal certain parts of the future to the younger group because if they knew them, then they might upset their own timeline in a negative way.

The secretive man replied, "Actually I did. In my time cell phones are so small that they can be implanted inside people and can also be controlled by that persons' brain activity."

Jeremie was the first to be dumbfounded. He knew of nanotechnology and how it could possibly impact people's lives in the future but he never would have thought that it would be this soon. The young computer genius was simply astonished.

"Are you serious?" asked a very bewildered Aelita.

"Yes, I am," he answered. The gang began again to walk towards the hospital. Along the way Tristan filled them in on what the older gang members did for jobs.

Ulrich managed to get a full scholarship for soccer to a college in town. Being Yumi's boyfriend is a full-time job in itself so he doesn't work. The soccer star told Tristan once that even though he doesn't get paid for it, the benefits are excellent.

Yumi is a clothing model for a modeling company that specializes in the latest fashions. It too is in town and she's been with them for over two years. She had a show today so, naturally, yours truly was with her too.

Jeremie does random odd-jobs in town mostly for computer companies. Since he puts Aelita at the top of his priorities he can't hold a steady job for long. Yumi agreed to subsidize his college tuition since she always has money to spare and also because she considers Aelita to be the sister that her parents should have had.

Tristan has had a job ever since he moved to France from America when he was thirteen. He did random odd-jobs for the two schools he and the gang attended but preferred to be in the medical area as the nurse's assistant. After high school he decided to work for the Hopper Corporation. They research and develop mechanized robotics and also have interests in nanotechnology.

An eighteen-year-old, brown-haired man sat in a chair near the back of a large room that showcased beautiful girls in the newest clothing. The show today was displaying the latest line of casual wear from Fred Meyer, Inc., a one-stop-shop grocery chain that was opening stores in Europe.

As the models strutted out on the walkway lights began to flash and shine, illuminating the girls' sexy features. Since it was casual wear the people operating the lights had to work extra hard to interest the potential buyers in the crowd. It made Ulrich nauseated and he left the room twice during the show. Tristan's cell phone call was also a well-needed relief.

Near the end of the clothing line, they saved the skimpiest for last. First was Naomi, a fellow classmate, with a yellow flower in her black hair sporting a short green mini-skirt with a matching bra, that is, if you can call a bundle of leaves a bra. It looked liked she came from the jungle.

As she left the stage the next girl came out. Of all the girls in the back room this one was the one with the most make-up. Her face was plastered with white powder and eye-liner. Her "dress" consisted of golden ear rings with red heart-shaped gems, obviously fake, a large diamond necklace; it too was fake, a red belly-button ring and way too many bracelets. The clothes really didn't matter because she was wearing a mixed-colored strapless tank-top that barely covered her private area and a matching mid-thigh-length skirt with a cut that went all the way up on the right side.

Once she neared the end of the runway, she stopped and turned on all sides, revealing her features and stalling for time. She bent her right leg to enhance her rift to the people in Ulrich's direction. The last lady was approaching her. People took pictures and she finally left after throwing her jet black hair in the direction of the last girl almost hitting her. Some people never change.

The last girl was the prettiest. It was Yumi dressed in a pair of red, skin-tight denim shorts that went a several inches down on the upper part of her legs. Her shoes were black high-heels with red straps. The top was strapless, completely red and revealed just enough to raise Ulrich's eyebrows. Yumi's fingernails were also red clip-ons.

Unlike the two before her, the Japanese girl waved a fan with a red dragon design on it. She then held it in front of her face hiding a devious grin and extended her other arm out and motioned for a certain someone in Ulrich's direction to come to her. People whistled and cheered as she did that. At the same time Sissy had just exited the stage.

"Oh, Doreen, can you believe that?" she asked excitedly. "Those people…they're cheering for me! They love me!"

There were twelve girls in the modeling show. Sissy, Yumi and Naomi were the top three so for her to boast like that wasn't unusual or out of place but it was met with the scornful eye of Naomi. Sissy brushed her snide glare at her off with a, "humph!" and went over to her dressing mirror to change into something actually casual.

Doreen, the groups' manager, came over to her and reminded her to put the clothes that she doesn't want back on the rack next to her that had a white piece of paper saying, "Return to Corp." She brushed her off, telling her that she won't forget this time.

At that time Yumi had just entered the backstage area which signaled the end of the show. The applause died down and she went over to her dressing mirror. Doreen came over to her and told her the same thing that she told Sissy and everyone else. Yumi politely agreed to do so as she had never forgotten in the past.

"Okay, everyone listen up I have an announcement," the middle-aged manager declared. "Due to unexpected expenses by your fellow models, I'm not pointing any fingers at anyone but I'm reminding you that you girls are responsible for all the clothes that you don't want to pay for to be put on the 'Return to Corporate' rack next to Sissy's mirror. Don't forget, otherwise you will be billed."

She then walked over to some papers that were sharing space with one of the other girls' dressing mirrors and examined it. "Oh, I almost forgot. Everyone, we had a great show last week and sold tons of clothes so way to go. Be proud of yourselves!" The girls gave a half-hearted cheer. They weren't paid on commission.

A door creped open and Ulrich stuck his head in the room. He didn't want to catch any girls in their underwear and get slapped again.

"You can come in Ulrich," Yumi said, sweetly. Ulrich jumped out of shock and shyly came in. "It's okay, we're all dressed," she reassured him.

He gently shut the door behind him. Yumi giggled. She took off her high-heels and came over to him. "Your blush matches my outfit," Yumi said and then kissed him.

Naomi cocked her head when the two locked lips and sighed. She said, "You're lucky, Yumi. I wish I had somebody like that."

"Don't worry, Naomi, I'm sure you'll find someone special," she encouraged. Naomi leaned on her seat which doubled as a bench and studied

Yumi's boyfriend with dreamy eyes.

Ulrich noticed this and stopped the argument that would have eventually followed, "Hey, don't look at me like that. I'm Yumi's."

"I know," she replied, lazily. Her answer made Ulrich uncomfortable and he sat down next to Yumi on her bench, trying to get Naomi out of his head.

Yumi finished taking off the small amount of make-up she was wearing, slipped her street shoes on and squirted some perfume on her face. She decided to get the outfit that she wearing. Ulrich insisted that she try out for a Victoria's Secret lingerie line-up. She shook her head immediately at the thought and replied, "You just want to see me in underwear, don't you?"

"Who doesn't? You heard the crowd when you left the stage," Ulrich said, circling his arms around her neck.

Sissy overheard this and became angry. If anyone should be sweet-talked by Ulrich it's her! Yumi and Ulrich's public displays of affection combined with Naomi's envy made the drama queen upset and promised to punish Yumi for taking her Ulrich dear.

Soon after, Sissy was the last person behind the scenes. She put her outfits on the "Return to Corp." rack and spotted Yumi's. Peering around, she made sure that nobody else was here. Then in an act of war, she took Yumi's outfits off the rack and placed them neatly on her dressing mirror.

Outside, Yumi and Ulrich were walking together, holding hands.

A loud truck came by as Ulrich said, "Tristan called me during the show."

"Who?" she asked. Ulrich repeated himself. "What does he want?"

"He wants us to come by the hospital and see Aelita. He also said that today was the day that our younger selves went into the future."

"Are you serious?" Yumi exclaimed, ignoring Ulrich's mellow-tone voice, "That's wonderful!"

However, Ulrich couldn't share her feelings. Yes, he would get to see himself and the others which many people would literally kill for just to be in his position but this was something that he didn't believe he was ready for.

"Odd is also with them," he finished his thought. Yumi gasped.

The younger gang waited patiently with Tristan in the waiting room of the hospital. They were trying without success to get comfortable on the old furniture. The nurse said that none of them could see Aelita until Jeremie came out which could be a while.

To pass the time Odd kept asking questions about the older gang, specifically, Ulrich and Yumi. Tristan answered the questions that weren't ridiculous but it was getting on Ulrich's nerves. Finally, he got up and took some change out of his pockets.

"Odd, here, take this and go find a vending machine," he said, angrily. It was a distraction that Odd couldn't refuse. The spiky-haired annoyance thanked him and ran off in the hallway, dragging an innocent victim known as Jeremie along with him.

"Thanks, Ulrich," Tristan said, "I owe you one."

"Don't mention it," he replied.

"Aelita," her new friend addressed her, "Because my Aelita has a limited amount of time I want you to see her next when Jeremie comes out." She nodded in agreement and went to wait in front of her door. The young Aelita still claimed responsibility for what was happening.

At that time Tristan noticed a scent in the air and sniffed around him. "Well, it looks like Yumich's here," he stated.

"Yumich?" Ulrich asked.

"It's what I call Ulrich and Yumi since they're always together," Tristan said, "It's more efficient to say one name instead of two." Ulrich moaned and Yumi grinned. Both of them were getting sick of the jokes about them.

Tristan looked behind him. Only Yumi was there. "Well, it looks like I'm wrong. Where's your counter-part?" he asked.

Yumi gave him a slight hit on the head and took his bandana. She threw it across the room. The young Ulrich and Yumi saw what was being covered by the red piece of cloth and stared at it as he picked it up and put it back on.

"Yumi" answered his question, "He's outside the door 'preparing himself mentally'. I think he's worried about seeing Odd again."

"I'll see what I can do," replied Tristan as he walked down the hallway toward the double-doors.

"Thanks."

"Yumi" walked to where she was in front of the two kids. Ulrich stared at her and Yumi was speechless. She didn't know where to begin.

"So, are you going to introduce me to that cutie next to you or what?" "Yumi" asked, teasingly.

"You already know Ulrich," she said frustrated at yet another Ulrich and Yumi joke.

"Come here, Ulrich, I want to see you," "Yumi" said. Like a mouse and a mouse trap, he walked over to her nervously. She bent down, studied his face then smiled. Then the trap sprung.

"Yumi" engaged Ulrich's lips with her own and gave him the biggest and longest kiss he had ever known. She planned this from the beginning. The older and wiser Yumi knew that unless the two younger ones got a push out the door neither of them would have the nerve to ask each other out.

Yumi stared wide-eyed and in awe. She couldn't believe what she was doing. Although, technically it wasn't her doing it, it still felt like it was. However, jealousy consumed her as "Yumi" tried to deepen the kiss. The younger one got out of her chair and stood up in protest.

"Yumi" stopped the kiss and whispered into his ear, "I've always wanted to do that." He gasped and she smiled. Ulrich was blushing like mad and began to sweat from embarrassment.

The older Yumi stood up and turned her head just in time to see the older Ulrich and Tristan turn the corner. They were completely unaware of what just happened.

The older Ulrich wore simple clothes like he always had. His legs were covered with blue jeans and his chest with a green t-shirt.

Yumi was still in shock from the last event but when she saw him her heart beat rapidly increased. She started to get nervous as she observed the soccer star. That shirt was a muscle shirt that begged to be ripped off! The young teen just stared at the handsome man.

"Are you ready?" "Yumi" asked "Ulrich".

"Yeah, let's get this over with," he replied, a little downcast.

Tristan noticed that the younger Ulrich and Yumi were both blushing. He had no idea as to what "Yumi" did but it somehow embarrassed both of the kids.

"What did you do?" Tristan asked, quietly and confused.

"Oh…nothing," she replied with a smirk.

However, before they were able to go into the hallways and search for the troublesome teen a girl from the modeling show came into view. She said in a high-pitched all-too-familiar annoying voice, "Ulrich dear. We need to talk." Both versions cringed at the sound there name being used as a cliché. This could only mean one thing: blackmail.

A/N: I have a special announcement for you people who like my stories. At the end of this story there is going to be a special…story. That is I'm going to tell you a few things about Tristan that you don't know. Yes, I know this is vague but just keep in mind that nothing is what it seems. Later.