Inspired by Marry Me by Train. Enjoy(:

Disclaimer: When I go into Lyoko, I will own it until then, I own nada.

The weight of the ring felt like an anvil in his pocket. When he looked back on that day, he could swear that X.A.N.A. had somehow come back to life and possessed the velvet box, making it try to burn a hole through his pants. But when he told Jeremie his theory, he had laughed and said that if X.A.N.A.'s intentions had been as simple as burning people's pants, they wouldn't have taken so long to defeat him. Of course, Ulrich had sulked for hours after that.

He remembered walk through the café doors that morning. It had been years since the shutdown of the supercomputer and life had reverted back to normal for the most part. They grew to stop flinching something slightly abnormal happened. William grew to deal with the knowledge that he had helped try to take over the world. Odd had stayed his wise-cracking self, dealing with the haunting past in his own secrets ways. The gang was shocked when he came back one night with Sam on his arm. He never looked at another girl since then.

Jeremie was the least affected of the group, how he was able to move on so easily puzzled his friends but they just assumed that since he never really face X.A.N.A.'s monsters on the scale that they did, moving on was really easy for him. But he helped Aelita get over her grief over her father and her nightmares about Lyoko. At the moment, it was ten years and nearing a marriage.

As for him, he had felt the most relieved out of all of them. His transition back to normalcy had been quite easy, the only thing holding back were the terrifying nightmares that plagued him at night. There had even been a short while where they had invaded his mind during the day. With the help of his friends, he pulled through, leaning on Yumi heavily.

Yumi, if she had any problems with moving on past Lyoko, she never showed it. Nobody, not even Ulrich knew if she was troubled by the past. But they chose not to question it.

Now he was sitting there in the fancy café in front of the Eiffel Tower, his foot tapping impatiently and his eyes wandering to the clock every ten seconds. He was thankful he had worn deodorant that morning because if he hadn't, he would have cleared the room by now with his sweating.

Finally, his girlfriend walked through the doors. He could feel his breath go away as he watched her approach him. He had warned her that the café was slightly more formal than they were used to so she was told to dress more nicely. She had on a light blue dress that reached right above her knees. The sleeves reached her elbow and were off the shoulders, exposing her shoulders. The top of the dress was embezzled with rhinestones and the bottom clung to her figure just enough. She had on a pair of simple silver heels and diamond earrings.

She smiled and sat down in the seat across from his, "You're going to catch flies like that." She remarked, smirking ever so slightly.

He quickly closed his mouth which had dropped a fraction and straightened his collar, "You look amazing." He slipped out, blushing immediately.

She continued smirking, "Well I would hope so; this is my nicest dress." She told him.

He nodded, "Well, it's very lovely. Anyway, let's order." He said, burying his face in his menu.

She chuckled, "Honestly Ulrich, you're not different from when we were younger." She teased.

He looked up from his menu and glared, "Well when you dress up like that what do you expect?" He simpered.

She smirked slyly, "Like what Ulrich?" She asked innocently.

He flushed, "Uh well you see-"He fumbled around trying to make sense of his words.

She shook her head, chuckling under her breath, "Any normal twenty-four year old guy would turn on the charm when his girlfriend dressed up nicely but of course I get stuck with the only one who buries his head in the menu." She teased, her eyes betraying her words.

He glared at her, "Hey I'll have you know-"He began but she cut him with a wave of her hand.

"Oh shush, I was just teasing. Now seriously, I'm starving." She exclaimed, picking up the menu and looking through the pages. He looked at her for a moment before smiling at her and returning his gaze to his own menu. She peeked up from her menu and gave him a shy glance just as his eyes looked up and met hers. They both blushed and anyone from a distance would swear that they were still in high school.

His hand found hers underneath the table and he intertwined their fingers. She looked up at him to see his eyes not moving from the menu; she smiled and kept looking for something order.

His calm façade hid the inner turmoil that was destroying him. If he looked calm as a cucumber on the outside, then he was fighting World War III on the inside. The box felt as if it was giving birth to a volcano in his pocket. He knew he had to ask tonight, eleven years was a long time to wait and if he didn't he would've had her get all dressed up for no reason.

They ordered and then began to converse. The conversation picked up and soon they were talking and laughing like they were long-lost friends. They joked and teased each other. There were blushes and there were playful glares. Flirting was thrown into the mix as well as serious conversations about the world.

From an outside view, they were in perfect harmony with each other, picking up where the other left and thinking similar thoughts, talking in complete synchronism, not missing a beat.

They complimented each other.

The food arrived and they began to eat. Towards the end of the dinner, he took a deep breath and dropped his fork. He knew it was cliché and overused but it was the best he had.

"Oh let me get that." He said, getting off of his seat to pick up the fork. She nodded and continued eating her food. When he didn't get back up, she looked down and almost had a heart attack. He was on one knee, a small velvet box in the process of getting opened in his hands.

He swore underneath his breath as the box refused to open, "Okay work you stupid box." He muttered.

"Ulrich?" She asked softly.

He didn't look up at her, "One minute. Open you damn box, I spent hours rehearsing this you are not going to mess this up for me!" He whispered shouted at the box.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes, leave it to him to yell at an inanimate object at a moment like this.

Finally he pried the box open and he let out a triumphant cry as the ring was revealed. Her eyes widened, it was silver with a medium sized diamond on it. It had smaller black diamonds surrounding it, forming a vine-like pattern. It was beautiful.

He looked up at her and gave her a charming smile, "I love you. I really do. Marry me, Yumi Ishiyama?" he asked. It was short and simple, just the way she had wanted it. He was going through a victory dance in his mind, even though she hadn't said yes just yet. At least he made it through the proposal without passing out.

She was silent for a moment before breaking out into a huge grin, "You know eleven years is a long time." She teased him.

He blanched, "I mean I would have done it sooner but you know it's just that-"he fumbled.

She chuckled before leaning down and pressing her lips to his, "Of course it's a yes you dork." She said, smiling. He took a minute to comprehend her words before jumping up and wrapping his arms around her waist, picking her up and spinning her around.

"Yes!" He cried, setting her down, slipping the ring onto her finger then looking her in the eyes and pressing his lips to hers passionately. She had said yes, he was going to make her his after all this time. She was finally all his and no one could change that. He responded with the same fervor.

She broke apart and looked him in the eyes, her eyes twinkling in amusement, "Did you honestly believe I would say no?" She asked amused.

He blushed, "Maybe a little." He admitted.

She shook her head before pressing her lips to once more.

See? It's a bit different than my last ones :P Not my best work but oh well. R&R?