Another Disclaimer: I do not own any of the listed bands. They are simply hot French bands of '05
((Due to my older brother messing around on my computer, I have had to start all over on this chapter. I do hate older brothers so much right now! Gah! Sorry it took so long.))
Lady K: I'm glad someone likes it! I'll keep updating for you when I get a chance!
"Rian, I told you they'd figure out who I was," Kira said to Adrian as she walked along the school grounds. Adrian still hadn't uttered a word, yet a conversation between the two seemed to have been going on for quite a few minutes. This had drawn a couple of students to stare at them as if they were alien invaders. Well, outer space aliens anyway.
"Don't tell me that! I know why we're here, ok?" Kira seemed to be getting worked up over Adrian's nodding and the way he looked at her. She was steering them both away from the forming crowd so they could talk alone. Adrian, on the other hand, had backed them into a corner.
"To open the European Music Awards in France, am I correct?" Yumi asked behind them, a smile smug on her face and her hands on her hips. Ulrich was standing beside her, arms folded. Jeremie and Odd were nowhere in sight. But no one seemed worried about them now.
"Yeah, well, I guess a lot of people already know." Kira seemed kind of embarrassed about this, like she had been hiding it all along. But Yumi's face turned more kind, as if accepting Kira. Ulrich did too, smiling in his flirtatious way. Not that he meant to or anything, it just came naturally. He even did it to Sissi Delmas, the headmaster's snobbish daughter, without intention.
"It's not like we could have figured it out on our own. Jeremie told us. Hey, what are you doing tomorrow, Kira?" Yumi asked this last question as if the two had been buddies since kindergarden. Of course, everyone was friendly to Kira once they knew who she really was. But Yumi wasn't the kind of girl to do that. She was the goth-like rebel who hated that sort of preppy personality.
"Um, I have to go to the recording studio.I do it every Saturday, unfortunately," Kira replied, taking a minute to think about her response. She didn't seem to think twice about Yumi butting into their conversation, but that would be a classic Kira. Of course, she seemed to like Yumi enough, not going off on her like she had Adrian. So apparently, that was a good sign.
"Oh. I was just wondering if you'd like to go to Buttered Snail's concert. I got five tickets on mistake, and was wondering if you'd like to come with us. I mean, unless you're, uh, brother? Unless he wanted to come." Yumi didn't seem quite sure if Adrian was Kira's brother or not, but she saved herself in time. She flashed one of the tickets in her hand, as if bribing the girl. Anyone at the school would love to go to their concert, as they were one of the hottest bands of France '05.
"Man, I'd really love to! I'm meeting with The Fulminate at the studio. I believe that the two bands are going on tour with each other soon. But I'll try to meet you guys there. Adrian, who is my brother, isn't into concerts. Unless he's with his American buddies." Kira seemed a bit bummed about not being able to go see Buttered Snail in concert, but she could see Yumi and Ulrich perk up at the name of The Fulminate. They too were a hot band at the time in Punk Rock. Even though Yumi and her friends were into Heavy Metal, Punk Rock didn't fall very far from their interest.
"Well, as long as you can keep a day open for us to go see Morpheus, I think we could let it slide," Yumi said cheerfully, yet again not a classic Yumi. Morpheus, a Heavy Metal rock band, would be coming later that year, and Odd was already obsessing about them.
"Yeah, I'll keep a clean calendar for them. But we've got to get home. Armel will come looking for us soon, and you don't want to meet the guy if you don't have to." Kira waved to the two before Adrian pulled her out of there and toward the school gate.He seemed a little impatient, which Ulrich noted.
"Thanks, Rian. I thought I was going to spill in front of them." Kira was talking low to Adrian, looking over her shoulder with a smile to make sure Yumi and Ulrich couldn't hear her. If they found out about what was going on, Kira would have to report back empty handed. That would mean consequences for Team Lyoko, plus anyone who figured anything out.
"Rian, don't look at me like that. We cannot disobey Elder at all, or you know what he'll do. It'll be back to, well, you-know-where. And I really don't want to have the welcoming committee greet us." Kira shuddered as she almost said the name of where they would have been sent. It was not a memory she was willing to remember, but she knew it would haunt her dreams that night. Adrian remembered too, remembering the cause of why he no longer chose to speak. But Elder was supposed to be protecting them.
"Jeremie, I think you're right. Something's up with that Kira Tourmay." Ulrich was opening the door to Jeremie's room later that night, trying to put two and two together, but came up empty handed. He had seen Yumi off to her house shortly after Kira and...and...he couldn't remember that boy's name. Well, Yumi left shortly after they did. But why did Yumi offer Kira that extra ticket? Well sure, Kira was kind of cute. Well, Odd had called her 'totally hott', and Ulrich had to agree. He hadn't told Yumi that little tidbit, though. He thought she was going to save that ticket in case Aelita was ever going to be materialized anytime soon. Man, this Kira sure was casting a spell on everyone.
"Jeremie?" Ulrich asked as he stepped into the boy's room. But Jeremie was nowhere in sight. Ulrich didn't think twice about it. He figured he was at The Factory, working on the program. He was so determined, Ulrich thought. Why couldn't he pursue Yumi like Jeremie did Aelita? Jeremie would never give up on working to save Aelita. But Ulrich was having doubta. Not about Aelita, but about how Yumi saw Ulrich. Did she see him as a friend? Or did she see him as something more? Ah, he'd sleep on it.
"Hey Odd, what do you think of Kira?" Ulrich asked as he walked into their dorm room. He had left Jeremie's room and headed back to his own. He was tired, and yet relieved that XANA hadn't been attacking lately. Was this Kira's doing too? Nah. He shouldn't think of such things. Kira didn't know about XANA.
"I think I'm going to ask her out, soon as I know how," Odd replied, looking away from the ceiling. He had his earphones on, Heavy Metal bursting through at an unhealthy volume. But Odd had been going deaf for years, according to Ulrich.
"Well, I think she's a little weird. I mean, why would a pop star come to a boarding school? She could have a tutor and never have the burden of real school. She's not very normal, if you ask me." Ulrich seemed to be very pessimistic at the moment. But, was he ever very optimistic very much?
"Whaddya mean? Kira is trying to be normal, to get away from the hectic life of an artist. I mean, look at her. Any guy would love to go out with her."Odd was daydreaming about her, trying to convince himself she was totally innocent and she would fall in love with him. He had been fantasizing about this all day. Sighing, Odd sat up with his hands holding Kiwi, his hairless-looking dog.
"Whatever, Odd. Keep dreaming.She'll never fall for you." Ulrich was smiling at Odd's idiocity as he started undressing. "What about Naomi, huh? I thought she was your current love interest." Recently, Ulrich had noticed Odd looking at Naomi, another eighth grade girl whom Odd was hoping to go out with. Ulrich had lost count of how many girls Odd had gone out with already. What a stud. Ulrich chuckled at this thought.
"Sheesh, Ulrich. Just go to bed, mkay?" Odd rolled over onto his side, pulling off his earphones in the process. He shifted so Kiwi could get out of his grip after the small dog let out a rather loud yelp.
"Ah, g'night, Odd. You should really treat Kiwi better than squishing his guts out like that." Pulling the covers over his head, Ulrich closed his eyes, trying to push out all of the bad thoughts he had been having lately. It didn't ake him long to let sleep pull him under it's grasp, he let it come willingly.
"Get over here! Ki, we need some help over here!" There was fire everywhere. Piles of trash were caught on fire. No, those piles weren't trash. They were bodies. Bodies of humans. Bodies of pets and other helpless animals. They were everywhere, and the stench of death was strong. How can I call this my home? Why am I home? Oh, Ri, where are you?
"Ki, come on. We have to get you out of here." He wasn't much older than me, or at least he didn't look it. Fifteen at the most. He grabbed my hand and pulled my by pile after pile of scorching fire. Oh, why were we here? Couldn't I have been born somewhere else? I never liked it here. Not when it was like this.
I opened my mouth to speak, to scream why. I wanted answers. Why did I have to be the One. The Chosen. I wanted to know who did the choosing. Why was I chosen in the first place? I thought he would be able to tell me, but I couldn't speak. Oh why couldn't I just open my mouth and scream? I was hurting. I couldn't feel my left arm. I saw the blood dripping down to my fingertips. Was that my blood? But I couldn't feel it! Why couldn't I feel? I could hear the moaning of those in the fire being roasted to death. Couldn't we help them? Why why why why why?
"Ki, if you stay in Ziva, your destiny will not be fulfilled. You trust me, don't you?" He asked me this with pleading eyes. He knew me. He put his life into protecting me. His dark hair was stained with blood, his pale skin showing no fear in the hot night air. I knew then that he would die for me if he had to. But I loved him too much. And how could he ask me such a silly question?
But I nodded my head. He knew I trusted him with my life. He had always been there for me. He never let me down, not once. Yet I knew he expected me to leave him outhere. On Ziva. But I loved him. I couldn't leave him. He knew the prophecy as well as I. But I couldn't leave him. I loved him. Oh why did such a decision fall unto me?
"Ki, promise me you won' forget." He was holding me close. I was wrapping in his arms. I felt as if he would never let me go. And I did the same. I never wanted to let him go. I loved him. How could he assume that I would leave him here? I thought he must be dumb. But then I knew. He loved me too. I knew this better than I knew the prophecy, the very same that had been pounded into my head since I was a child. He loved me. He was willing to die for me. But I couldn't let that happen. So many people were dieing on Ziva. And if I ad to save one person, I knew who it would be. But how did I know he could protect me there?
That's when they came. Monsters like none I had seen before. I had read about them. I had seen crude drawings from centuries ago. But I never believed as I did now. Their bodies were black. They wore no clothing, but there was nothing to cover up. Their skin-they had no skin. They were endless voids of blackness. But their eyes. I knew they would haunt me for the rest of my life. silver stones planted in those voids of black. Their invisible grin bore into my very soul. nd the next thing I knew, the portal had opened.
The portal to an alternate universe. Lyoko. I would get information. I would get help. I would...but only the Chosen can travel through the portal. Only the chosen can travel unscathed. But the monsters. They had him. But I loved him! They couldn't take him away from me. I tried to scream, but my voice was gone. The portal was already closing!
I did only what I could. If i could save one person, it would be him. I loved him. And he was sinking into that void. I would not let the darkness take him to use against me. I pulled as hard as I could. I pulled him into the portal with me. But he wasn't all the way out. That monster came with us. Time and space pulled us and reshaped us. We became different. And then the monster vanished. WE stopped. We weren't on Lyoko. I knew Lyoko. What is looked like. No. The monster had taken my place. We were on the connecting world. We were on Earth. And we were being reborn.
But I still loved him. I knew he had changed. I knew he would never speak aloud again. But I loved him, my dearest brother.
((End of chapter two! Yippee! That last part there was indeed a dream. Man, I sure wouldn't want to live on Ziva. Sounds horrible. Yuck. Anyway, I hope that explains Kira and Adrian a little better. Of course, you have yet to find out about Elder. And the rest of their story. I plan on this being a very long fic, but we'll see. Well, please review! I want some feedback on ths chapter! Maha! See next time around. I'll try to remember to keep updating!))