Summary: No X.A.N.A, no Yumi, Odd or Ulrich. Just my version of Lyoko, and it's people. Aelita is the 'royal outcast', until a certain human boy comes along. J/A forever!

Disclaim: I own all of Lyoko's original inhabitants, the language, and such. I don't own Lyoko, Jeremie, or Aelita.

Now, on to chapter four.

Aelita stared out at her world. The only world that she had ever known. Lyoko.

"Princess?"

Aelita shivered as Jeremie's soft voice emitted from behind her. A strange feeling, she thought as she turned to look at him. Why am I trembling? I'm not cold. Despite her thoughts, she smiled brightly as Jeremie came to stand next her on the balcony.

"Good morning, Jeremie."

Jeremie raised a blond eyebrow. "Morning?"

Aelita smiled. "I've been studying Earth. The beginning of your day is called morning, correct?" Jeremie nodded, looking bemused. He had just learned that Aelita's people had known about Earth for a very long time, and it was a point of study. It made it seem as if Earth was Mars or something; a mysterious planet to see from afar, but not touch.

Aelita saw his expression, and her smile grew impish. "Confused?"

Jeremie blushed under her gaze. "It's just…strange, Princess. We had no idea that a world like this existed. Yet you knew Earth was there. How?"

The pink-haired girl sighed. "I do not know. It's been common knowledge since far before my creation day. Always there. Always mysterious." She sighed again, staring out at the landscape, then looked back at the human boy beside her. "Jeremie, I have a question for you. What is a – correct me if I say this wrong— kiss?"

Jeremie went purple. "I- I thought you knew," he muttered to his feet. "You…kissed my cheek earlier."

A smile played over her face, even though her eyes were glowing brightly. "That was a kiss?"

"A very…small one, yeah."

"Why small? Did I do something wrong?"

Jeremie now felt as if his face just might burn off. "No, no, of course not. There isn't really a wrong kiss. Like I'd know much about kissing…" He shut up before his face actually blew up. Aelita raised her eyebrows.

"What does a kiss signify? In human terms, I mean."

"It's usually done out of affection for the other person," Jeremie answered, his face now deep purple. "It really all depends…friends and family sometimes kiss, but it's more tradition than actual emotion."

"Then why is it out of affection?"

"Because couples kiss too," Jeremie told her before he could stop himself.

Aelita giggled. "Your face is quite an attractive color right now, Jeremie," she told him, grinning evilly. She touched his cheek, and frowned as she felt Jeremie shiver. "Is there something wrong?"

Jeremie stared down at her, seeing the worry in her strange green eyes. It felt as if a warm, pleasant, shock of lightning had just fizzled all the way down his spine. The next second, all reason died in his mind, and he leaned forward, kissing her mouth gently. His eyes closed, and his hands gently gripped Aelita's upper arms, holding the stunned Princess close.

The strangest, most wonderful feeling in the world enveloped Aelita's head, stopping all coherent thought and increasing her senses. Jeremie was kissing her. This had to be what a kiss was. Out of affection for her-

Her eyes flew open, and she pulled away hastily, one hand flying to her lips. For a moment she stared up at him, then she disappeared.

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Fury. Totally fury radiated from the Youngest Princess as she stood in front of them. Some of the record-keepers looked at each other nervously, knowing what happened the last the Youngest Princess became angry.

The eldest of the keepers bobbed a curtsy, and Aelita looked at her. "Thank you. Would you please lead me to the prophecy hall?"

The keepers looked at each other again, surprised. The power-full human-lover, interested in prophecies?

"Follow me, milady," said the eldest keeper again. Aelita nodded, and followed her through the maze of halo walls toward the small portal-door in the back of the hall. Entering the door, more rows seemed to tower above their heads. The keeper looked at the Youngest Princess, and bowed her head.

"Shall you need anymore assistance, your Highness?"

Aelita forced a small smile. "No, thank you. I will be on my own." The keeper nodded, and walked off.

The Princess wandered through the rows, looking franticly for something. She didn't know of the watchers following her. There were always watchers in the Prophecy room.

Aelita stopped suddenly, her eyes on one halo-board.

"Ithlan loth Luve," she whispered in triumph. "Here it is."

The watchers scurried off, thinking the Youngest Princess was just studying again. She was always studying, the strangling that she was.

Aelita read swiftly, her brow furrowing more and more with each sentence.

Lyoko- time/year 10321.

The Youngest Princess of Lyoko is to be the last fully Lyokoian Queen. Love, a simple emotion, will find her in the form of a stranger with eyes like the Dry World sky. They will join in the eternity time/year five after the stranger's arrival. The course of her senses will be altered. She will feel, smell and taste. She will be the most powerful. She will become.

End Transmission

"A stranger with eyes like the Dry World Sky." The sky was a bright, crystalline blue. Always.

Like Jeremie's eyes.

The breath came short from her lungs, her vision died and for the first time in her life, Aelita fainted.

Please, please review. This was a fun little thing to write, but I need help. If you have any ideas, please stick them here on a review or e-mail me. Thanks for reading, and PLEASE review! (looks at everyone with big, sad, puppy eyes)