I did a little research on Japanese names to find one for Yori's child, and found something interesting. "Yori" is actually a male name, and means Dependence. "Yuri" is a female name, and means Lily. After finding out what "Yuri" means on this FanFiction site, it has now become confusing. I found this info on behindthename(dot)com.

Hope y'all like this chap... had a little bit of writers block...

Disclaimer: As always, don't own the characters…

The Letter and the Assailant

Wade had a pretty good system set up to receive letters for Team Possible. Even though most communication was sent through e-mail, some, in fact, a lot, still arrived as regular letters. Kim and Ron would attempt to send a response to everyone who wrote, even if it took them a while. Most responses were a sort of 'form letter' that both would sign personally, but there were others that they would actually write back to.

Mail would go through a P.O. box number, and then the mail would be delivered to a separate building that housed Wades mail sorter. It would take the mail, scan the envelope, and first sort by where it came from. Then a separate machine would open the letter, and scan the words looking for any key words or phrases. Wade would never see the actual letters, or read any, because that would be wrong, not to mention illegal.

Three very important names were on the top 10 list that would be immediately flagged. They were Yamanouchi, Sensei, and Yori. One such letter came through the system. Wade immediately sent a scanned copy to the Kimmunicator, and to Kim's e-mail.

Kim and Ron were just relaxing watching TV when the Kimmunicator beeped. Beep beep be deep

"mmm-What's up Wade?" Kim said, eyes half closed, after the two had broken from a kiss.

"Sorry to interrupt, again… But I've got something here I think you two should read. The mail system flagged it as very important. You can read it on the Kimmunicator, and I've also sent a copy to your home PC.

"I'll go print a copy for each of us, and then we can read it together." Kim said to Ron as she got up from the couch.

"I'll miss you every second you're gone." Ron said, as the two separated slowly, giving each other quick kisses.

Kim rushed upstairs to her room, quickly logged on and downloaded the letter, hit print, and rushed back down to Ron's side. She plopped down on the couch beside her boyfriend, and handed him a copy. They both began to read. Here's the letter:

Dearest Kimberly-san and Ron-san, (it was from Yori!)

I am so sorry I have not been able to speak with you for the last 3 months.

First, though, I must say that when the two of you were here last, the time I spent with the two of you was very special to me. I will never forget it. But as my Grandfather likes to say, for every action there is a reaction. I do not know if you were able to hear me when I tried to contact you through meditation, but I am pregnant.

Kim and Ron looked at each other at the exact same time as they read these last words. It was amazing really. Kim and Ron were so in tune with each other, they were reading at the exact same speed. "We were right!" They said to each other in unison.

I had gone to a doctor to make sure all was well, and it seems that is. I am pretty sure that the baby is Ron-san's, as I have never been with anyone else, except Kimberly-san, as you are aware. I hope me telling you this does not strain your relationship, but I felt that I should tell you. This baby really should be yours, Kimberly-san, but it may be.

This really confused Kim and Ron. "What does she mean by that?" Ron said. "I don't know Ron. Maybe she's trying to tell us something?" They read on.

I have named the child Nanashi, which means Without Name. I could not bear to give him an actual name, as he really should not be mine.

I just wanted to also let you know that all is well here at Yamanouchi, and Sensei misses you both. We cannot wait until you come to visit again. Pet rufus for me, and tell the little guy "HI".

Love you both, Yori

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

After Yori had finished writing the 3rd version of the letter, she could finally breathe right. Whenever she would attempt to tell Kim and Ron about the actual circumstances of her pregnancy, it felt as though hands were squeezing her neck, keeping her from breathing. Each time the squeezing would start, that same voice would come back to her that spoke when she tried to contact Kim and Ron. All it would say is, "NO". She was unaware that whenever she was feeling choked, the baby's hands were slightly glowing with a blue-black color. He was sleeping peacefully in his crib, or so she thought.

I am evil. I am death. I am… that which good is not. I exist solely to oppose everything that is good or decent. I must age quickly, or I will not be able to bring forth chaos. I must destroy my opposite. I must eliminate he who has my opposite power.

These pitiful creatures' minds are so weak. I can utterly control them with fear, and with pain. The only one I cannot seem to affect is the one called Sensei. I have been able to mask what I am from him, but he is having doubts. I cannot attack him through his mind, but maybe I can physically, through someone else. The vessel from which I came forth seems to be the best suited for this job. I must meld with her, so I can accomplish my final goal.

I must get her to come to me. Cry. Yes, cry. Then she will come to me.

""I'm coming, Nanashi, I'm coming." Yori said, as she went to comfort her child.

I HATE that name.

Yori bent over the crib, and picked up the child, which had gotten considerably heavier, since the last time she held him. She held the baby in a way so that his head was on her shoulder, and he wrapped his little arms around her neck. Yori then went over to a rocker, sat down, and began to hum as she rocked.

Yori did not notice the baby's hands had begun to glow slightly.

Suddenly, with a blank look on her face, Yori stood up, and placed the baby back in the crib. She walked out of her Dojo, and went directly to the armory. The door hadn't been locked for thousands of years, so why would it be now. She walked in, and took the first small sword she had seen.

She then walked directly to Sensei's front door, and quietly knocked, holding the long blade behind her back. Everyone else in the school had just retired, as it was getting late.

"Come in." The old man called from inside.

She walked in, and strode immediately over to her Grandfather. He was in the kitchen fixing a small snack before going to bed.

"Ah, Yori. What may I do for…"

With a swift motion, Yori stepped sideways, and brought the small sword around, plunging it into the left side of Sensei's chest.

Sensei had seen this coming, but not being on guard, as this was his Grandaughter, he was unable to get completely move out of the way. The small movement he was able to do was enough to keep from having his heart pierced.

Yori removed the blade from his chest, picked up a towel from the kitchen counter, and wiped the blood off the blade. Sensei had fallen on the floor at her feet, blood pumping out of the wound in his chest. She then wet a corner of the towel, and wiped the handle, effectively removing any fingerprints. She then brought the blade broadside down on her knee, snapping it in two. She then dropped the pieces of the blade at his side, walked out, and went back into her Dojo.

Yori walked over to the crib, placed her hand on the baby's head, sat in the rocking chair, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

Yori awoke to the sounds of many feet running, and people yelling.

"Sensei's been attacked!" "Who would do such a thing?" "We must get him to the infirmary immediately!"

Leaping to her feet, she ran outside, and immediately saw the confusion on every student's face as they ran around the grounds.

"What has happened?" She asked one of the second year students.

"Sensei was attacked and stabbed! He was able to get attention by knocking over some pans in his kitchen, and bang on them to make noise. I must go! We are setting up guards and attempting to find clues as to who may have done this!"

The student then took off, heading for the infirmary to be a guard at the front door. Yori was on his heels as he ran.

Yori was let in immediately when she arrived, and brought to his side. The doctors had already been able to stabilize him with an infusion of blood. The head Doctor spoke.

"Yori, I am glad you are here. We almost lost him. There was a considerable loss of blood. He will be unconscious for a while. We are not sure if there was any brain damage due to the loss of blood. We hope he is not in a coma."

Tears started to flow down Yori's cheeks as she took her Grandfathers hand. "Who could have done this to you?" She sobbed.

To be continued…