Here's a new chapter, hope you all enjoy.


Ulrich ran through the streets, he didn't know were Yumi could be right now and he didn't know were he was headed. All he knew is that he had this nagging feeling in his chesthe had to keep on running or she was going to die.

He'd been running for what seemed two hours perhaps more. He was in a part of town he knew only in the daylight filled with working buisness people carrying suitcases. Because in the night, as he saw, was a party for the trash.

Yumi, Yumi, where are you? He asked himself as he passed some ugly prostitutes wearing bright, metallic pink skirts and matching tube tops who were making commentsat him as he ran past them like "hey honey, I think you need some loving! Come baack, I can fix you up good for cheap!"

He grunted in disgust. As if.

Were is Yumi? He thought, getting agitated. He slowed down his pace so he could search the faces better. He looked around.

Hookers! Hookers! Hookers! That's all he saw! And apparently, all they saw was him also because they'd stare back at him hungrily, with lust filled eyes.

"Hey you!" Said a firm voice behind him.

Ulrich turned around quickly, shocked. A police man inside his car (A/N: I don't know how french police are or how they act or if they even care if a student is missing in school or is in a place like Ulrich finds himself right know. This is a story based on my ideas so I am going to make them as if they are American police:) waved a finger at him to come nearer.

He did, and once he was right in front of the police's window, the police leaned his head out.

"What's your name son?" He asked.

"Ulrich." He answered nervously.

"Well Ulrich, how old are you? Mind you. You look young." he said staring at him intently, boring into Ulrich's eyes to check if he dared lie."

"Sixteen." Answered Ulrich, not risking his chances with this cop.

"Aren't you supposed to be home right now? In bed?"

Ulrich's eyes squinted, he felt irritated at this cop's way of thinking. He wasn't a baby.

"Um, sure, but's it's just that my cousin went to a party inside one of these clubs and I just wanted to make sure she's alright. You know, she's sick right now." Said Ulrich, trying to tuffen up his appearance.

The cop just stared at him, searching his face for any kind of mischief. But Ulrich's complexion was in an honest and worried state. Mostly because he desperately wanted to find Yumi.

"Okay," Said the police making up his mind. "Be careful Ulrich, the city's a dangerous place for a sixteen year old." He warned, then he drove off leavingUlrich taking long breaths of relief.

Ulrich started walking again. Something in his gut started to tighten up again. As if warning him that he only had little time to find Yumi. But then again, it could be anything, maybe he was digesting food. He tried to believe this but deep inside him he seriously doubted it. He believe it was Yumi, years of being together, it was a connection with each other calling for help.

He hurried down the street. As each minute passed, he felt his insides twist painfully, telling him to hurry up.

Were are you Yumi? He thought again as his last desperate attempt to find out were she was.

She could be anywere. She couldn't be here at all. She could have passed out somewhere. Doubts flooded his mind. He tried to shake them off but they just continued. She could be in the other side of town. You went the wrong way.

"NO!" A voice's echo sounded from inside an alley.

The negative thought's were interrupted and Ulrich's heart stopped. It was Yumi. He knew it was Yumi. And like his gut's told him, she sounded like she was in danger.

He ran, no, flew, to the alley he heard her echo. Once he reached it he looked inside.

A blood-boiling scene unveiled itself from the dark.

Althought it was hard to tell what was going on, Ulrich's adrenaline pumping through out his bodymade his vision almost to perfection and he could tell. And it made his insides rage with anger.

Yumi was pinned against a wall, her face was fixed so she looked like she had a deep painful migrane. Her body was limp against the other man's body and her eyes kept on going to the back of her head. The strangers head was burried inside her neck, giving her kisses.

Ulrich ran towards them quietly but fast. Once he reached them, he stood behind the man's back and grabbed his shoulder and turned him towards him harshly and letting Yumi drop to the ground.

The man looked stunned, eyes wide in shock. Ulrich, gathering all his strenght, punched him in the jaw making it snap and draw blood that flew right in his face.

With his knee, Ulrich nudged him in the nuts and the man fell to the pavement and rolled in pain.

Years of physical work had finally paid off.

Ulrich's eyes went to Yumi. She was sitting against the wall, her long black hair along her shoulder, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her skin pale, and she looked sick. Sheresembleda mistreatedrag doll.

Hepicked her up. God, she was lighter than ever! He estimated she probably weighted eighty pounds as he got out of the alley and walked back to school.


The sun started to peek it's ray across the horizon. Ulrich was tired, his eyes were dropping, but he still kept on walking to school. His energy had been drained from the events of the night and his legs hurt more than ever from running almost three hours then walking back to school with an unconscious body in his hand.

Speaking about unconscious. Yumi hadn't woked up ever since he'd picked her up from that alley. He looked down at her. She was cold and deathly pale against his arms. That idiot, perverted guy had given her something, he knew it. He didn't know what, but one question in his mind was strong and yet unanswered:

She hadn't died had she?


Okay. Told yall, I'm going to try to finish this story as soon as possible especially right now that I don't have a life and I'm writing stories like crazy. So try to expect a new chapter every day, well, take that back, I'm going to finish this story this week, probably tomorrow. I have to thank all my reviewers. I don't know why you all waste my time on me. I suck and I don't keep to my words. I'm probably the most horrible author in this section but, somehow, when you all review me, it's like you all make me go off to la la land and make me think I am a good author. I love you all. And just to show you how much I love you,You probably notice that I do do changes that you all ask me and I listen to you all. You have to thank Becky, without that review that she gave me, I probably would have never updated. And Kazetatsu for telling me how to spell Ulrich's name appropriately. Also people like Rire who give me constructive critizm, I really do need that andit really does help. I tried to follow your advice in this chapter, didn't do a good job at it probably but I tried. Then again, thank everyone.