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 six. This chapter contains a lemon.
(Two weeks later) Moon Age- time/year 100392- Mountain Fortress
Journal of Her Highness, Silica.
I am who I am.
Thus states that I am a Princess. Royalty. To be queen.
Unless she gets there first.
She? She is my little sister. Little in stature, anyway. Large in power, and in heart, I'll give her that.
Human lover.
When did Aelita let her heart go over her head? To love a human…she is a traitor to the kingdom. My sister is a traitor. I should hate her. My mother certainly does. But I cannot. I have watched my sister being put down by so many, and she just walks by. I cannot do that. Is it bravery? Or just the fact that she knows they're fickle. Beneath her.
But then there is that human.
He seems kind enough. It's not his personality that bothers me. For a human, he is also extremely smart. He actually can understand more than half of the technical conversations that go on during the talks he and my sister have. No. It's just the way she fell for him. He is a tall, skinny, blue-eyed, bespectacled, blond adolescent human male. She loved him since they met, I could tell. Not like I minded then. I thought it was sweet. My sister finally fell in love. Love doesn't happen much in Lyoko.
It's the way she acts. He touches her, and suddenly it's like she loses all sense of pride. He's always touching her in some way—not perverted ways, of course. Just brushing a hair from her face, or kissing her hand. It's like he can't stop. I don't get it. Jenden knows never to make it known, in public, that he is my boiden. Perhaps it's a human thing. I still do not like it.
There was the time I walked in on them kissing. The human, arms-around-each-other, lips-to -lips sort of kissing. I swear to the Goddess, I thought the world had turned upside down. No one, NO ONE, kisses that way. Not here. Not in Lyoko. It is indecent. What's next? I do not dare to think.
My sister has become a traitor.
My mother has become the snipping, rude queen she has always feared becoming.
I have defied and been lost to the council. My deletion day is not set.
What have I become?
I will never know.
Normal POV-
"Traitor."
"Human-lover."
"Crinyas, birrakum le distde! Enra yi wircis!"
The two whispering younglings faced front, giving one last smirk at the girl behind them. Aelita simply stared at her fingers, blocking their words out.
Something hard hit the back of her head, and she whirled to glare at the grinning fool that was responsible.
"Aelita! Tiru!"
Someone mocked the voice of the teacher. "Yes, Princess, turn around. Keep your human-loving eyes off of me."
"CRINYAS!"
For a moment, the study-unit was silent. No one saw that Aelita was shaking badly, her eyes glowing brightly. No one saw the sparking-pink tint her skin had begun to take.
The fool from before threw another writing mark and a gasp of surprise rippled suddenly though the younglings present.
The mark had stopped two feet away from Aelita's head, and shattered into pieces.
The teacher gaped at the Youngest Princess, who was still staring sadly at her hands. She hadn't even noticed.
The summon gong rang, and the unit was dismissed, muttering about what had just happened. Was it true? Was Aelita really that strong in her power? There were rumors of her growing strength, but it had never been demonstrated. And she hadn't even hummed a power spell! Few could do such a thing as she did, without singing.
Back in the room, Aelita was, as always, the last to leave. She avoided the teacher's wide eyes, and left quickly, her head bowed. She had no intention of going to summons. Some stared as she glided past, seeing the shimmering reside of a power use still around her. What had the Youngest Princess done now?
"Princess?"
Aelita's head shot up, and her face broke into a smile. "Oh, Jeremie," she whispered, and ran to the boy standing in front of her. Seeing her distress, Jeremie held her tightly, waiting for her to explain what was wrong. Aelita buried her face against his chest, shaking as bad as she had been in class. "I am hated," she finally whispered, and Jeremie took her face in his hands, making her look at him.
"You are loved as well, my Princess."
"Isn't that so beautiful," said a sneering voice behind them. "A traitor and her intric. How sweet—"
The fool suddenly found himself plastered against the wall, a pair of furious, lightning-filled, black-green eyes staring unblinkingly into his. Pink and blue lightning shimmered around the hands pining his shoulders to the wall, as well as over the rest of the skin he saw.
"If you ever, ever, call him that again, I swear to the Goddess, ir dirtrk o yi. You have my promise."
The fool's eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare."
Aelita raised one pale hand, lightning dancing around her fingers. "Don't underestimate me. I am royalty. A noble. To protect the ones I love is a law of the nobility. What are you?" She released him.
The youngling ran down the hall as fast as his feet could carry him, running into others, until he disappeared from view.
"Aelita!"
Are my enemies all growing together? Aelita wondered as she heard her mother's warped voice call her name.
The Queen, dressed fully in black and red-- the Lyokoian colors of mourning-- stopped a foot from her daughter. Her eyes were flashing, though not nearly as alarmingly as Aelita's.
"Is it true? A certain youngling just told me--"
"He attacked her verbally! Your Highness, he deserved it!"
Aelita looked around in surprise, as did her mother. What? A Lyokoian defending her? But, so it was. A girl, blue-haired and taller than Aelita by five inches, sank the ground in a curtsy.
"Rise, Onya," the Queen said softly. Then Aelita realized who this girl was. The youngling was studying to become a courtier, and had excelled in everything except beating Silica in a speed-test. Aelita's sister had ranted and praised her both on many occasions.
Onya stood to her full height, then walked over to stand next to Aelita. She smiled shyly at her and Jeremie, then looked back at the Queen. "Please, your highness, he called Jeremie intric." The Queen's eyebrows went up.
"A lowly, disgusting word in the old tongue," she commented lightly. "I'm surprised. He is of good ties. He should have known better." She looked back at Aelita. "But threatening to delete him, Aelita, was a bit over reacting."
"You, mother, were not in my learning-class less then ten minutes ago. He was being a fool."
"You do not talk back to me, Aelita!"
Aelita's eyes became stony, and her voice soft. "I do not understand why you have such a hatred of me. You have fallen in love."
"With one of my own kind."
"Jeremie is part of me as my magic is. In my mind, he is more a Lyokoian than some that were created here."
Jaws dropped and eyes widened at this statement. Many were staring at Aelita in wonder, anger, and surprise, depending on their loyalty to the councilors. Jeremie was staring at his Princess in awe. Never had he seen her so angry, so defiant of others. That display with the lightning had shaken him more than anything else had seen in the months he had lived in Lyoko. Yet it, like everything, only made her even more beautiful.
The Queen's eyes flashed. "You have more nerve than your sister. I am surprised."
Aelita didn't even blink. "Silica, I am afraid, no longer conceders me her sister. Are you to disown me as well?"
This hit a wound. The surprise was evident in her mother's face, and for a moment, her anger seemed to fade. "No. I cannot. She is… gone."
Aelita stepped back, and took Jeremie's hand. The next moment, the pair of them vanished.
Onya looked at the stricken expression on the Queen's face and sighed. "Thus dies the life of the oldest Princess," she whispered. "Thus turns the life of the Youngest."
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Suicide.
She had committed suicide.
And no one had told her.
Aelita felt like screaming. The only thing keeping her was the knowledge that Jeremie was holding her. She buried her face into his chest. No wonder her mother had been dressed for mourning. Why had the others act as if rejoicing? Silica had been their Golden Princess. She was so perfect. Why were they happy?
"Aelita?"
"Go away, Relika."
"No."
Aelita felt Jeremie's arms tighten protectively around her, and she sighed. "Why not?"
"Because you're not the only one whose lost a family member due to stupidity."
Aelita turned in Jeremie's arms to finally look up at the girl standing at the doorway, feeling guilty. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Relika told her, coming in sit on the resting chair.
"Relika," Jeremie began, warning in his voice. The Witch sighed, giving him a look.
"Relax, lover-boy," she said, and Aelita frowned. Relika shook her head at her. "It's not an insult, don't worry, I study earth-slang, remember?" The Princess nodded and relaxed against Jeremie's warm body. Relika continued. "Silica didn't like me much, and I know it. We got along well enough. She always defended you, however. She never cared that all of those fools in the council thought more highly of her than of you. Well, I guess she did care. It angered her, though she couldn't do anything about it." She smiled wryly. "Believe me, I heard her ranting about it." Aelita smiled slightly.
"She ranted about everything," she muttered. Then she looked back up at Relika. "If I had tears, I would cry."
Relika stood. "Scream, Lit. It hurts more people's ears."
"Where are you going?"
A sad light lit behind the violet pupils. "To remember."
The moment she left, Aelita buried her face back into Jeremie's chest. "Say something wonderful," she whispered, shaking. Jeremie stroked her hair soothingly.
"I love you," he whispered. "So does Relika, in her own way. So did your sister. It's your turn to become, my angel."
"Angel?"
"Purity. Beauty. Magic. Love. All things you posses," Jeremie explained, kissing the top of her head. Unable to respond, Aelita simply turned her face up to his. Jeremie kissed her softly, but the kiss itself didn't stay that way for long. Emotion blocked out reason, and both of them forgot all rational thought.
(I WARNED YOU)
Pulling out of the kiss, Jeremie trailed little kisses down Aelita's throat and neck. The girl moaned softly, already overwhelmed by the feelings he was causing. Very gently, Jeremie placed his hands on her shoulders and had her lay down. Aelita obeyed, then gasped when he knelt over her and kissed her with a passion. She felt his fingertips running over her body and shivered slightly. Suddenly Jeremie found the fastenings to her dress, and clumsily began to undo them. Aelita broke the kiss, only find the hem of Jeremie's spare tunic-shirt and tug at the fabric over the young man's head. Jeremie let out a gasp of his own when she touched the exposed skin.
"Aelita…"
Jeremie's soft moan sent a shiver of joy down Aelita's spine. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she knew she didn't want it to stop. Neither, obviously, did Jeremie. He had finally undone the dress. Aelita trembled as she felt the material being pulled slowly from her skin. Suddenly Jeremie leaned down and pressed a line of kisses from her neck to her navel. Aelita groaned, her back arching, her mind now empty of rational thought. Jeremie sat up, pulling her with him, and kissed her hotly, his hands running freely over her exposed back and chest. Aelita moaned, kissing him back with all her strength. Covered only with her private clothes, she felt strangely free, instead of nervous or embarrassed. She wanted Jeremie to see her, and to touch her.
Rapidly, the couple freed each other from their remaining clothes. Totally bare, Jeremie wrapped his arms around Aelita's waist and kissed her so sweetly she thought she might just faint. Then he pulled back, and began kissing her chest. When he took the tip of her left breast into his mouth and suckled it gently, Aelita groaned louder than before and let her fingers thread into his hair. What in the name of the Goddess was he doing to her? He pulled back and Aelita saw there was a strange light in his blue eyes. It was like a fire. A beautiful fire of need. Aelita smirked slightly in spite of herself, and let her hands course down his chest until they reached the quivering rod between in his legs and wrapped gently around it. Jeremie groaned deep in his throat, his hands becoming lost in her hair. Every time Aelita moved her fingers over him, his groans became deeper. Suddenly he pulled away and pushed back onto the chair so fast Aelita gasped.
"Jeremie…"
His mouth covered hers in a hard kiss, and Aelita felt something hard brush across the core of her own body. She gasped, and Jeremie pulled away slowly.
"Are you alright, Princess?" He whispered, kissing her forehead. "I haven't hurt you?"
All Aelita could was shake her head and pull him closer. Fighting to speak, she finally managed to whisper, "Just don't stop, my Jeremie. Please." Jeremie nodded, and kissed her softly. The kiss turned into passion, and Jeremie positioned himself against her, then slowly moved inside.
Aelita let out a groan and wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. Then he began to move inside her, and any sanity Aelita had been holding on too died. She was in totally ecstasy, and judging by the deep moans coming from Jeremie, she wasn't the only one. A rhythm guided them—a rhythm that was quickly speeding up. Jeremie pushed deeper into her, letting the connection between them complete. Suddenly Aelita felt herself let go, and she cried out, her mind spinning into a hot heaven. Vaguely aware that her lover was sharing the moment, she tightened grip on him, calling his name. Then, finally, she sank, totally spent, into his arms.
When she opened her eyes, she realized Jeremie was still steeped inside, still hot and powerful. She moaned softly, and moved her hips in a gentle motion. Jeremie's eyes opened, and she saw that the fire from before was still there as well.
"Again, my angel?" He whispered, his voice husky and warm. Aelita nodded, and Jeremie took her lips again.
Wow. I can't believe I wrote that. Good? Bad? Ugly? Please review. It still isn't over! And don't murder me for killing Silica. It was a must. Sorry. PLEASE REVIEW!