Okay, so here's chapter five! Sorry for the long wait/. Read and review please!

Odd tapped his pencil on the blank piece of notebook paper on his desk. What to do, who to call. Had Ulrich called Aelita and Jerimie? He better call, just to make sure…

Picking up the purple phone, he searched his desk for the sticky note with their number. Grinning as he dialed the digits, he listened for the dial tone. It rang once, twice, "Hello?"

"Jerimie! Old buddy old pal! You don't happen to have that voice changer, thingy, you used on Jim that one time, do you?"

She stared at the phone impatiently, taping her fingers on the table top, and fidgeting with her hair. Her dark coal eyes shifted to the clock, to watch the second hand tick by lackadaisically (AN I felt like using a big word there, for no reason, doubt I even used it in the right context, xP.), and with every movement the minute hand, she flinched. She sighed, and laid her head on the table. Had he forgotten her number? Lost it in his office?

She rose from her chair impatiently, moving over to pour herself a cup of coffee. Lazily, she took a sip, leaving red lipstick on the rim of the mug. Why was she all dolled up anyway? It wasn't as if he were to show up at her door, ask her out on a date.

Than the phone rang, and she nearly spilled her coffee as she lunged for the receiver. "Hello?"

The person on the other end of the line cleared their throat, "Yumi?"

"Yumi?" Odd was holding back the urge to laugh, he really did sound like Ulrich. This could seriously come in handy.

"Ulrich! Sorry, I ah, wasn't expecting your call." Her voice was ecstatic, bright and cherry. Odd felt a pang of guilt, never the less continued, 'It's for the greater good.'

"Hey, I was just wondering if you were interested in coming to dinner with me tonight. You pick the place!" He could hear a quiet squeal, and once again strained not the laugh.

Regaining her composure, she quickly exclaimed "Yes!" into the phone, trying not to sound too anxious.

Odd smiled, this was going exactly as planned.

Message sent to: Jerimie Belpois. Ulrich smiled, he would never believe this! A part of himself didn't even believe what was happening, but he knew better than to wake up in the middle of a good dream.

He was off focus now, after all he did still have work to do. With little effort, he began slowly beginning the project due the week he was due to return. His eyes darted to the side bar as a new email popped up.

Silently cheering for the interruption, he opened the file and began to read the letter.

Subject: Re Jer you will never believe
Date: 7/11/
From: Jerimie Belpois
To: Ulrich Stern

Wow! Ulrich, if I may say so myself, you are one lucky guy. How is she? I hope she didn't hurt herself too bad when she fell. 14 flights of stairs too? I can't imagine how someone could do that everyday.

Now, here's the important thing; have you asked her out? Ulrich, this is the chance of a lifetime! You only have three days in Japan, make them worth it!

How are Aelita and me? We are doing swell! We're still married, Ulrich, don't worry about that, I just haven't had much time for chit-chat with the new baby! His name is William, we didn't want anything too over the edge. He's almost two years now, 22 months old, and boy do we have our hands full!

Oh, and by the way, Odd gave me a call not too long ago, asked me if I still had that good old voice changer of mine. I told him yes, and he came over and made a call to someone, although to whom I am not sure. Not quite sure if this has anything to do with your situation, but I'd say if Odd knows about Yumi, there's a good chance it does.

Keep me posted!

Jerimie

He read the last paragraph with wide eyes, and mumbled a barely audible "Oh shit," just seconds before his office phone rang.

"Ulrich, old buddy old pal! I called," Suddenly he stopped, getting the feeling of daggers being sent through the phone, "So, uh, you already heard."

Ulrich was less than pleased, "Oh yeah Odd, I heard, from Jerimie actually, and I'd like to know who exactly you chose to call."

The voice on the other end of the line chuckled in fear, "I, erm, called Yumi and I got you a date, buddy!" Ulrich calmed down, 'He asked her out for me, okay. This can't be too bad.

"Ulrich, I kinda used the voice changer Jerimie had to make me sound like, erm, you?" That was a mental slap for the brunette, why hadn't he put the pieces together and figured it out? Was he that stupid?

"Odd," His voice was angrier than the purple haired boy had ever remembered.

Quickly putting as much information in a sentence as he could, he spit out the details, "Youaregoingtomeetherat7shepickstheplace!" With that he hung up, leaving Ulrich to decipher what he said.

Tapping at his keyboard, Ulrich was running out of patience. Why wasn't work over yet? He sighed, only 3 more hours of this, this torture. Then he had one hour to get to his hotel, get changed, and make his way back to Yumi's apartment.

Today was looking just grand.

Sighing, Yumi looked through the menus spread out on her kitchen island. Where to go, what to eat! She doubted Ulrich was into sushi, pushing that piece of paper aside, she stared at the other four. Assuming he would rather be somewhere the waiters spoke English, she discarded all but one. Laughing at the McDonald's menu in front of her, she retrieved the other three from the floor.

"Lets go for something a little more classy this time, Yumi."

So, the long awaited, pretty bad chapter is finally posted! Sorry for the long wait, I've been very distracted lately, and today I just had the urge to write…and write…and write some more!

Read and review, please. If I can reach 50 reviews…I'll be very happy, but I highly doubt that, xP.

Too bad I don't know Japanese,
Aimee