Code Lyoko Porn Story: The Sonata Chapter 1

Chapter
One: Teddygozilla

The
white haired woman ducked as a kick came up to the side of her head.
She moved her body under the leg in a swooping motion before bringing
her hand up to thrust it at the offender. A scoffed escaped the
offenders lips as a hand stopped her punch from going any further.
The girl let out a frustrated noise before bringing her free arm down
roughly, her elbow slamming into the leg of the offender. The man
hissed, pulling back.

“Ow!
God dang it, Vixen! You always gotta do that?!” He asked,
sliding down to the ground as he began to feverishly rub at his
injured shin. The girl grinned, her scantly clad body slowly dropped
to be by the man.

“If
you wouldn’t use the same moves, I wouldn’t have to keep hurting
you.” She chided, glancing over at the man with her unusually
bright green eyes. Her eyes were indeed unusually bright. They almost
appeared neon in color; so bright you couldn’t believe it. But the
boy believed it. Mainly because he’d known this girl for most of his
whole life.

“Sheesh.
We’re just practicing. You don’t have to injure me during practice.”
He muttered, moving his red eyes to the girl. Vixen, though, wasn’t
paying attention. She was leaning back, her weight on the two arms
holding her up. She crossed her legs lazily as she glanced up to
stare at the vacant blue sky. The sun was behind the two of them,
beating down on their backs while they rested in the desert land.

“Hey,
Vincent?” Vixen asked, tilting her head towards the
silver-haired boy next to her. His eyes were on the ground, where he
was poking at it roughly, causing the dirt to slowly unclump.

“Hm?”
He asked distractedly, swirling his finger in the loosened dirt.
Vixen held back the urge to roll her eyes at her friends lack of
attention for her. She shifted into a full sitting position, resting
her hands in her lap as she sighed.

“I
should get back.” She said, despite the fact that she really
didn’t want too. She came to visit Vincent everyday, but it wasn’t
the same. She hated leaving him. She never knew what could happen to
him if she left. He was practically defenseless.

“Alright.”
Vincent stood up quickly, dusting his dirty hand off on his clothing.
He held out his hand for the voluptuous girl below him. She raised a
black-clad hand and was pulled to her feet by Vincent’s strength. She
lazily reached a pale hand to scratch her white haired head. Her head
was half hair, half shaved; styled into a mohawk-mullet, being a
rather odd style for a female.

(A/N:
Think like… Kind of Supreme Kai from Dragonball Z. Just more
feminine. Or… kind of like Miyavi’s hair in his ‘Freedom Fighters’
PV. Just white. xD.)

“Well…
I’ll be back either later or tomorrow. Get yourself to the nearest
tower, okay?” She asked, biting her lower, pale pink lip
slightly. Vincent sighed, rolling his eyes slightly.

“Alright,
alright.” He said, the constant worry from the girl annoyed him
at times. Though, he couldn’t blame her. Too many hits and he’d be
gone. He turned his head to the side as he sensed a tower nearby. He
smiled and turned back to the girl, only to see that she had
disappeared. Leaving only a trail of white smoke where she once
stood. A smile graced his lips as he turned and headed in the
direction of the tower. He’d see her later.

—–

“What
do you mean you’re not going?!” The outraged voice of Tania
Grandjean filled the cafeteria as students sat there during lunch.
Her yell caught the attention of much of the student body in the
room. She glanced around before slowly lowering herself back into her
seat, frowning. “You have to go!” She pleaded. “So,
why aren’t you?!” She was obviously distraught. The blonde girl
across from her sighed, picking at her lunch with a fork. An annoyed
expression was on her face as her unbelievably bright green eyes rose
to stare at the brunette across from her.

“One;
dances aren’t my thing. Two; I don’t have a date. So, if I go with
you guys and I have no date… you and Thomas will be spending all
your time together. Thus leaving me out of the picture.” Her
voice was a mumble. Her pale head was resting on her hand as she went
back to her food.

“Can’t
you… go with Mike?” Tania asked, wanting her friend to attend
the dance. The girl raised her eyes sharply. She stared at the
brunette for a moment before tilting her head to a black haired boy
at the other end of the table. He noticed her looking and grinned,
waving. The blonde rolled her eyes as she shifted back to Tania.

“No.
Our dating days are over, love.” She stated simply. Tania
pouted, leaning back in her chair as she thought of a way for her
friend to attend the dance. It wasn’t long until an annoying voice
filled the air.

“Well,
well. What’s this? The violin prodigy Quinn doesn’t have a date to
the prom. Typical. No one would want to go with you because of your
attitude.” The blonde, now named Quinn, raised her gaze to the
dark haired girl who stood by their table; her arms cross over her
chest and her two ‘lackies’ behind her. Quinn’s eyebrows rose.

“Really
now?” She asked, her voice obviously saying she didn’t care what
the girl thought. That only made the girl, Elisabeth “Sissi”
Delmas, madder. She huffed slightly.

“I’m
actually surprised you even have friends. But then again, they
probably only like you so they can mooch of your fame. That’s the
only reason I would ever be friends with someone like you.” She
spat, scowling. Quinn blinked.

“You
see…” She stood up, pushing her chair in. “There’s a few
things wrong with that picture, Sissi…” She paused. “One:
I’m not famous.” Sissi was about to speak before Quinn raised
her hand, silencing the girl. “And two: I’d never even think of
being friends with you.” She stated, grabbing her bag from the
back of the she was sitting in and slinging it over her shoulder. She
took a step forward, realizing Sissi and her group was in the way of
the exit. “Now, if you’d excuse me. I have to go practice being
a ‘violin prodigy’.” She stressed the words ‘violin prodigy’.
Sissi huffed once again, moving out of her way. Quinn rolled her eyes
before walking past the girl and to the exit.

She
didn’t care what Sissi thought. The two of them had never gotten
along. For good reasons, actually. Not just because Sissi picks on
her; she couldn’t care less about that. But Quinn was still stuck in
the past. Angry at what Sissi had done to her back in 6th grade. She
doubted she would ever get over the event that took place two years
ago. Ever.

Instead
of going to her dorm like planned, Quinn found herself wondering
around the campus. Maybe she should go to the dance. It might be fun?
But that would mean that Sissi got to her. But then again, not going
would mean that Sissi got to her also.

“Damned
if you do, damned if you don’t.” Quinn breathed out, leaning
against the nearby wall of the dorm building. She didn’t notice the
large man standing close by.

“Quinn,
I thought I told you to stop cussing.” Quinn raised her head to
give Jim a weak smile.

“You
know me. I don’t listen well.” She joked, wrinkling her nose
slightly at her potential father figure. She did view Jim as a father
figure, ever since he stopped a group of high schoolers from beating
her up outside of campus. Jim shook his head slightly.

“You
look upset… Did something happen?” He asked, crossing his arms
over his chest. Quinn laughed, shaking her head.

“No,
just the usual.” She breathed out, closing her eyes. She felt
incredibly comfortable around Jim, so she acted differently around
him. Well, not differently. She acts how she used to; like herself.
The way she acts around her fellow students is different. Jim nodded
his head slightly, before his eyes lit up as if remembering
something.

“Are
you going to the prom?” He asked, blinking down at the girl.
Quinn scoffed, adjusting her bag as she kicked away from the wall.
She began to walk away from Jim.

“That’s
not my thing.” She said simply as she hurried away from him. Why
was everyone mentioning the dance? It’s just a dance. Okay, so it’s
the annual prom. Big deal. Actually, it kind of is… isn’t it?

“Wait!
Quinn!” She heard Jim call after her. She stopped and sighed.

“Will
you do me a favor?” He asked once he was in front of the girl.
When Quinn didn’t answer, he continued. “Some students are
working on decorating the gym for the dance. I’m supposed to monitor
them, but Miss Hertz wants me to help her with something.” Jim
muttered the last part, glancing away from Quinn. A smile graced
Quinn’s lips. She knew Jim liked Miss Hertz.

“Alright.
But I can’t guarantee anything good coming out of this.” She let
out a fake scoff, pretending to seem angry still. Jim grinned.

“Thanks,
kiddo.” He patted her head affectionately before heading to the
science classroom. Quinn watched after him for a moment before
turning to the direction of the gym with a soft sigh.

Quinn
glanced around the gym with raised eyebrows. She had mixed feelings
on the students working on the decorations. There was Sissi with her
‘lackies’, Herve Pichon and Nicolas Poliakoff. Then there was Yumi
Ishiyama, who was in most of Quinn’s classes, along with Ulrich Stern
and Odd Della Robbia, two of Yumi’s friends that were a year below
herself and Quinn.

“Ugh.
What is she
doing here?” Sissi’s obnoxious voice complained, causing the
group of students to look up at the blonde girl. Quinn dropped her
bag beside the door before pulling at the sleeves of her tan hooded
jacket.

“Don’t
get too excited.” She started. “I’m here in Jim’s place.
Which means, technically, I’m the boss.” Quinn circled a finger
into the air lazily. Sissi let out a huff.

“That’s
ridiculous. Why would Jim put you in charge, of all people?” She
scowled. Quinn dropped down into a sitting position against the wall.
She opened her bag and pulled out a notebook and a pack of pencils.
She didn’t look at Sissi as she spoke.

“Maybe
because I’m mature? No, no… That can’t be it.” Quinn muttered
the last part to herself, though Odd and Yumi, who were close by,
caught it and laughed. Quinn opened her notebook, which was actually
a sketchbook, and began a search for an unused page. “Oh, I
know. Because he trusts me. Yeah, that sounds good.” Quinn once
again muttered the last part to herself. Sissi rolled her eyes at
Quinn before heading out of the gym, where Milly Soloviff and Tamiya
Diop were recording a report for the school’s news program.

“Unfortunately,
our cameras were not authorized to film the site where the
festivities will take place. But I can make out from where I’m
speaking, the girl who might be crowned our beauty queen tonight…
Just as she was last year. I mean, of course, our principals daughter
Sissi.” Milly’s voice said from the hall. I rolled my eyes
slightly at that.

“Let’s
see whether she’ll answer a few questions…” Sissi and her
posse started towards Milly and Tamiya. “Well Sissi, how about a
few words for our TV audience before the big night?” She asked
the taller, older girl.

Sissi
had her hand on her hip as she spoke. “Sorry, munchkins…. I
only talk to real, pro reporters.” Herv put his hand up to
Tamiya’s camera. “I have no time to waste on a couple of nerds.”

Quinn
tilted her head back to watch the scene silently. She was going to be
upset if Sissi took this too far.

“But!
It’s for the school news program! What about the freedom of the
press?!” Milly argued, obviously distraught.

Sissi
turned to Milly as she walked past the girl. “Oh Milly! Little
dipsticks your age don’t have any freedom, understand? Anyway, who
needs your dumb report. What do you know? Besides, you’ve got a
problem. Don’t forget you have to have a date. And I don’t know
anyone who’d want to go with a dork like you. Even them…” She
gestured to Nicolas and Herv, who were standing behind her. “I
bet if you asked them… They’d run like scared rabbits.”

Quinn
rolled her eyes. “Only because they’re suck ups to you.”
She muttered, scoffing under her breath. Sissi didn’t seem to catch
it, but Nicolas did and shot her a look. Quinn blinked innocently.

“Who
needs them?! They’re lots of other boys!” Milly defended
herself. Quinn didn’t like how this was going and stood up slowly and
easily.

“Oh
yeah?” Sissi asked, smiling slightly. “What are you waiting
for then… try and find one.” Sissi let out a laugh.

Milly
turned to look inside the large, empty room again. Her eyes were set
on Ulrich, who had just stepped off of a ladder to put up some
decorations. Quinn followed her gaze, allowing her eyes to widen
slightly. Milly wasn’t going to ask him, was she?

“Uh-uh….
Ulrich?” He turned his head to the younger girl. Quinn noticed
the tears forming in Milly’s eyes and clenched her fists tightly.
“W-W-Would you be my date tonight?” A blush started over
her nose.

“Uhh…”
He started, blushing slightly. Odd, who was standing on the other
side of the ladder, let out a kind of snickered at his friend. Quinn
couldn’t help but send him a bitter look, though he didn’t notice.

“I’m
sorry, Milly.” Ulrich continued. “It wouldn’t be a very
good idea. I’m too old for you.” That was bull. And Quinn knew
it. He was only a year older. A year.
“And, uh, you see. I promised to go with Yumi.” Quinn
glanced over at the Japanese girl. She had just stepped off of a
ladder and was standing beside Ulrich. Both of them blushed slightly.

“You
see?” Sissi laughed. “What did I tell you? But don’t worry
Milly, I’m sure you’ll find a boy for the sandbox dance.” Sissi
said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Meanwhile, why don’t
you go play with your dolls?” Milly slouched her shoulders,
obviously upset. Tamiya gave Sissi a mean look before putting her arm
around her friends shoulder in attempt to comfort her.

Though,
Milly pushed her away and read to the doors, leaving the building,
crying. “Milly! Milly, wait!” Tamiya called after Milly,
running after her.

Quinn
stepped out into the room, her bag slung over her shoulder. Odd,
Ulrich and Yumi followed shortly behind the blonde girl.

“I
hope you’re proud of yourself.” Yumi spoke. Quinn let out a
small snort.

“That
was low. Even for you. Actually…” She paused. “No… It
wasn’t. You could go even lower.” She blinked slightly. “Though,
I don’t think Jim will be too happy to hear about this.” She
shook her head in a disapproving manner.

Sissi
shot Quinn a mean look before leaving also, Herve and Nicolas
following behind her like puppies. Quinn scowled.

“What
a brat.” She muttered with a small pout on her face. “Thinking
she can do whatever she wants just because she’s the principle’s
daughter… If I had it my way, I’d punch her lights out.”

“You’d
do that?” Odd asked the older girl curiously, almost surprised
to hear her say something like that. Quinn’s eyebrows rose as she
turned back to look at the three. She shrugged.

“Probably.”
She said simply before exiting the building also. She allowed herself
to stretch before she headed to her dorm.

—–

“Dammit,
Vincent… where are you?” The white haired girl from before let
out an angry sigh. She shifted only slightly as the bitterly cold air
nipped at her rather exposed skin.

“Don’t
worry yourself, Vixen.” A calm and cool voice spoke from behind
her. Vixen turned around, blinking.

“Please,
don’t do that again. You almost sounded cool.” She rolled her
eyes at the taller man.

“I
am cool.” He pouted.

“Uh…
sure. Anyway, why’d you call me here? I was in the middle of
something.” Vixen stretched her body up to meet the chilly winds
of the ice land she and her male friend were presently standing in.

“Xana.”
He said simply, crossing his arms with a frown. The girl scoffed,
scowling.

“Xana.
Xana. Always Xana…” She muttered. “What about Xana?”

“I
feel he’s up to something.” Vincent raised his gaze to the sky.
Vixen scoffed again. Whether it be from her friend acting cool again
or because she was still miffed about the mention of the thing she
hated most in the world.

“When
is he not up to something?” She asked, raising her white eyebrow
at the man. His gaze landed on her. He closed his eyes and sighed,
rubbing his temple.

“Vixen…
I wish you would take this more seriously.” He muttered. She
smirked softly at his comment.

“Oh,
but I do take it seriously. You see…” She approached the
silver haired teen. “I’ll do anything to destroy Xana. Why?”
She tilted her head, letting eyes travel the man’s body. “Because
he wants to hurt you and Aelita. Anyone who touches you will come to
a slow and painful end.” A glint crossed her eyes slightly as
she moved her gaze away from Vincent and back to the ice and snow
around them. Vincent didn’t seem phased at the glimpse of her
unstable mentality, as he was used to it.

“Where
to?” She asked casually, crossing her arms over her chest. She
wanted to get this done and over with.

“Well…
here.” Vincent said, his gaze moving beyond the pale girl and to
something behind her. Vixen blinked slightly before turning and
cursing loudly as she noticed five kankrelats heading towards her and
Vincent. She allowed a deep scowl to cross her features. She hated
these things.

“Stay
behind me. You can’t afford to lose too many hit points.” She
said calmly, pressing her partially gloved hand against his abdomen
and pushing him behind her gently. She tugged at the wire around her
right wrist nervously. She wasn’t comfortable with Vincent being
there. He usually took shelter in a tower while she fought, if she
even had to.

There
were others like her that seemed to know about Lyoko. They usually
did most of the work for her. They didn’t know about her. But she
knew about them. She often watched their battles, actually learning
from them. Though, Vixen knew she’d been in Lyoko longer than they
have. That was obvious.

A
red blast from a kankrelat almost hit Vixen, had Vincent not gripped
her uneven black lace skirt to the side. She blinked before growling,
slapping Vincent’s hand away from its position by her thigh. She
flicked her right wrist outwards, no longer nervous. But angry. The
wire, which was wrapped around her forearm several times, had a small
kunai knife attached to the end. The kunai shot out towards the
nearest kankrelat, hitting its Eye dead on.

She
ran to the fallen kankrelat and jumped onto it, kicking off into the
air just as it began to disappear. She swung her wrist, causing the
wire to circle in the air several times. She shot her left hand up
and grabbed the wire, shortening it. She tossed it at another
kankrelat, hitting its Eye as well. She landed on her feet and
flicked her right wrist back, causing the wire to ravel around her
wrist. She tucked the knife into the wire and took off towards the
nearest kankrelat, dodging lasers.

Two
down, three to go. She thought to herself. That was the downfall,
though. As she thought that, she didn’t notice the red blast coming
to her side. It hit her side roughly and she hit the ground near a
kankrelat hard, becoming buried in the white snow that littered the
ground. She grunted before swinging her fist at the kankrelat that
she fell next to, her fist penetrating the Eye on its carapace. She
let out a scowl as she kicked a kankrelat away from her. She flicked
her wrist once again, before bringing it down roughly, causing her
now free knife to slice straight down the kankrelat.

One
more left.

She
kicked out of the snow, flipping with ease as she dodged a blast. She
landed gracefully on her feet, next to the knife that was embedded in
the ice. She pulled on it, having to put a good amount of strength in
it to get it out. As she had a momentary struggle, the last kankrelat
shot her. She let out a groan, the shot taking away thirty hit-points
instead of the usual ten. The kankrelat was charging up for another
blast until a long, slender senbon needle pierced the Eye. The
monster disappeared quickly.

Vixen
groaned as she pushed herself into a sitting position. She glanced
back at Vincent, who had two senbon needles in his left hand and was
lowering his right.

“Thanks…”
She muttered, frowning slightly. She was slightly upset that Vincent
had to help her. After so long of a time of being in Lyoko, she
should’ve taken those guys down with ease.

“No
problem…” He said, approaching her and holding out his empty
hand, as he took the two extra senbon needles, tucking one behind his
left ear and quickly sliding the other up his sleeve.

Vixen
took his hand and he pulled her up. “I suppose I can’t be too
angry at you helping me. It did save my skin. Though, I better
return. I lost forty life points. I need to recharge.” She
sighed, rubbing her temple.

“Yeah.
You should. I’ll call you again if I need you.” Vincent turned
back to Vixen, only to see a shimmer of white smoke where she once
stood. He let out a small smile as he rolled his eyes, turning and
walking away in the white snow.

—–

Quinn
let out a groan as she slowly eased her pure white violin back into
its case. She could barely feel her arm muscles. She’d been
practicing for a few hours now. She had a recital coming up in two
weeks; she needed to be perfect for it.

She
closed the black case and locked it. She picked it up gently and slid
it under her bed. She glanced around her room lazily, not really
knowing what to do anymore. It was Friday and school was over for the
day. She could go get Tania and Thomas and go do something. Or she
could go hang out with Mike. Or even Tristan Brassford or Matthias
Bural, if he wasn’t studying. Her eyes stopped on a picture from her
6th grade year here at Kadic Junior High School.

It
was a picture of her in a soccer uniform; ten other boys huddled
around her in a group. Ulrich Stern was next to her, his arms over
her shoulders with a small grin. On the other side of her was another
boy that had shaggy brown hair and blue eyes, Leopold Favre. His arm
was over her shoulders as well. Quinn’s green eyes stared, moving
from each grinning boy, then to the coaches beaming face. She stared
at the dirt and grass stains all over them. At the gold trophy in
front of the group. Her eyes stopped on a boy dressed in casual
clothing to the side of the group, he too wore a grin.

The
boy had black hair that was tied back into a low ponytail and bright
blue eyes. Quinn just stared. She couldn’t look away. Her eyes began
to moisten. After a few minutes, her gaze slowly traveled from the
boy to her own smiling face. She was so happy back then. So free.

A
sudden look of angry crossed her face as she lashed out at the
picture, knocking it to the ground and causing the glass protecting
it to shatter. She unwillingly let a few tears slip out before she
quickly wiped them away. She sighed, calming down.

“I
need a walk…” She muttered, frowning as she stuffed her hands
in the pockets of her black pants. She exited her one person room
before she could decide against the walk. As she was leaving the
dorms, she caught sight of Milly and Tamiya, Milly was crying. As she
began to approach them, she saw that Odd Della Robbia was approaching
them also. She leaned behind the pillar that Milly was against,
listening. She wasn’t sure if they noticed her, but she didn’t care.

“Something
wrong Milly?” He asked, the hands in his pockets coming out as
he crouched down on the other side of Tamiya, Quinn felt her eyebrow
twitch up slightly. Odd didn’t really seem like the person to
actually care about 6th graders.

“Somebody
stole her teddy bear…” Tamiya said again, a sad look on her
face. Milly raised her head, an angry look on her teary face.

“And
I’m sure it was one of the big kids who did it for spite!”
Tamiya, who was looking at a picture that she’d taken earlier, let
out a surprised noise. Milly turned to look over at it, and Odd stood
also to get a glance at it. Quinn bit her lip. She leaned her body
out further to see the picture in Tamiya’s hands.

“Milly…
you’re right!” They all moved in closer, slight surprised
expressions on their faces. “It’s a picture of Sissi’s room.”
Well, how is that surprising? Didn’t Quinn say earlier that Sissi
could go even lower than just picking on 6th graders? She just proved
her point.

“And
there’s my teddy bear!” Milly pointed to Sissi’s pillow. “Hidden
under her pillow. Incredible…” She breathed out.

“Ah~!”
Odd joked. “Who would’ve believed it? Soon she’ll be playing
with dolls!” Quinn let out a slight snort at that, causing the
group to look at her quickly. She looked away quickly, wondering if
they were going to be angry with her. When they didn’t say anything,
Quinn glanced back.

“Okay!
Come on now! We’ve got to find her!” Milly said
enthusiastically.

“If
Jim catches us in the dorm, we’re in big trouble Milly.” Tamiya
said, glancing at Milly. Quinn rolled her eyes slightly. Typical
Jim… Being mean to the wee ones. She’ll have to talk to him about
that later.

“You
go back to your room.” Odd took the picture happily. “I’ll
handle this.” He stood up. Quinn followed suit, planning on
following him.

“How
valiant of you.” She said from his side. He glanced over at the
other blonde, a slight wary expression on his face. She didn’t have
much of a social reputation around Kadic. People knew her because of
her violin skills, but that was the only thing positive. There were
rumors that she snuck off campus every night to meet up with a gang
she led and to beat up rival gangs. Quinn wasn’t much of a talker to
those she didn’t know well, so Odd didn’t know if the rumors were
true or not. He doubted it, considering all the positive things
Ulrich used to say about her, but he could see where it could fit in.

“You’re
not going to follow me, are you?” Odd asked, bringing his arms
and folding them behind his head casually.

“You’re
not hiding something, are you?” Quinn mocked, crossing her arms
in front of her chest. The two, unknowingly, were walking in perfect
sync.

“No.”
That meant yes. Quinn decided to follow Odd anyway. Mainly because
she was upset at Milly crying. The two girls had interviewed the
violinist on many occasions. After a while, she started to feel close
to the girls. She considered them friends, well, younger sister type
friends.

“Besides…”
Quinn spoke out loud. “I want to help Milly too.” He
glanced over at the girl, slightly surprised. Quinn just ignored his
look and smiled slightly. Her gaze towards the ground.

Quinn
didn’t speak it, but she felt there was more going on than Odd was
letting on. Quinn had always been suspicious of his little group. She
wanted to know the truth. And she wasn’t going to stop until she
found out.

—–

“Hmm…”
Odd let out, glancing from the picture, then back up at the scene.
The teddy bear sure wasn’t under the pillow. The pillow had been
clawed at, along with a few things in the room. Quinn’s eyebrows were
raised.

“Wow…
Something has anger issues.” She muttered, picking up a shredded
magazine.

“Uh…
I, uh, have to go.” Odd said, heading for the door. Quinn turned
to watch him.

“Alright…”
She furrowed her brows as he left. “Strange little dude.”
She said, shuffling her feet out of Sissi’s room and headed towards
her own room, which was a floor above. Her feet quickly made their
way up the stairs. She gripped the railing and swung around the
corner like she usually did, only to grunt and stumble back. Her body
had met with another body. She rubbed her nose, glaring up at the
human she’d run into.

She
glared up at the person, ready to yell at them before she realized
who it was. The shaggy black haired boy adjusted his glasses, smiling
weakly. “You okay, Quinn?” He asked.

“I’m
cool. Sorry about that, Matthias.” She steadied herself, rubbing
her nose a little more before lowering her hand. “I didn’t think
anyone would really be coming around the corner when I did that…”
She said the last sentence a little softly.

“It’s
cool. Be a little careful next time, though. That would’ve sucked for
you if you would’ve ran into someone worse than me.” He laughed
slightly, referring to Sissi or Jim. The blonde girl nodded. She
began to walk around Matthias to head to her room. “Hey! Quinn!”
He called to her once she was close to her door. She turned towards
him and raised her eyebrow. “I heard you weren’t going to go to
the prom… but if you decide to change your mind… I would like to
take you there with me…” He shifted nervously, afraid of
rejection. Quinn stared at him for a while, no real expression on her
face. He tensed up slightly and started to turn around.

“I’ll
think about it!” She called to him suddenly, not wanting to
upset one of the few friends she had left at Kadic. He froze,
glancing back at her again before smiling and disappearing around the
corner. The girl turned back to her bedroom door and smiled slightly,
unaware of the slight blush on her face.

She
crouched down and reached into her white and green tennis shoes and
pulled out a silver key. She jammed it roughly into the lock on the
doorknob and unlocked her door. She twisted the doorknob and entered
her room. She closed the door behind her as she entered her room. She
slid the key back into her shoe before she headed to her computer.

As
she sat down, her eyes traveled to the broken picture on the floor.
She hadn’t even bothered to pick any of it up. She swiveled in her
chair and dropped to the ground in front of it, slowly picking up the
glass shards on the ground. After she did that, she tossed them into
the trash can that was nearby. She lifted up the broken frame,
wincing slightly as the picture slid out of it and onto the floor.
She tossed the frame into the trash as well.

The
picture was face down on the ground. She picked it up, keeping the
actual picture facing away from her. She sat back into her chair,
leaning back as she used her leg muscles to turn the chair towards
the laptop that sat on her desk. She had two laptops, one hooked up
on her desk and one that she usually took with her to places.

She
let out a sigh, closing her green eyes as she slowly flipped the
picture over. She then opened her eyes and studied the image. Good,
no scratches. Her eyes once again landed on the black haired boy in
casual clothing before she opened the left, top drawer of her desk
and slid the picture in. As she was closing it, another picture
caught her eye. Two, actually. She pulled both out.

The
first image was of four blonds, one male, three female. The tallest
female had blonde hair that was pulled into a bun, a tired smile on
her aged face. She had bright green eyes and pale skin. Her arms were
around two of the other people in the picture; both blondes with
bright green eyes and pale skin. One her left was a male with shaggy
blonde hair and on the right was a girl with the same facial features
as the boy and blonde hair to her mid-back with a black undertone. In
front of the three was a shorter girl, going to their shoulders. She
had blonde hair and bright green eyes, a grin on her face. That young
girl was Quinn. The boy was Michael Thompson, her older brother. The
girl was Vanessa Thompson, Michael’s twin sister and Quinn’s older
sister. The woman in the middle of the twins was the mother of the
Thompson children, Irene Thompson.

Quinn
smiled fondly as her eyes drifted from her sister to her brother. She
was close to her siblings. Michael almost went to jail for her once.
An older boy was picking on Quinn because he didn’t like Vanessa and
decided to mess with her family instead of just her. Once Michael
found out that the boy was picking on Quinn, he beat the boy up and
was charged for assault, but he somehow got out of it.

She
sighed as she sat the picture back in the drawer and her eyes
connected with the second picture she grabbed. The same black haired
man in casual clothing from the soccer picture was there, his arm
around Quinn’s shoulders. His lips were pressed against her cheek and
a blush on was on her cheeks. With his free arm, his hand was
entangled in her own hand affectionately. Quinn bit back the tears as
she slid the picture gently into the drawer, closing the drawer just
as gently.

She
sniffed slightly as she flipped open her laptop and turned it on,
waiting for it to start patiently.

—–

“Ah~!
I was just getting comfortable too.” The feminine voice grumbled
as she stretched her arms up over her head as she approached the
silver haired man. Though their last meeting was in an ice sector,
this was in a rock sector.

“I
told you I would call you if I needed you. I need you. So does
Aelita. We’ve talked about it… It’s about time you and her little
group knew about each other and started to work together.”
Vincent chided. Vixen smirked slightly.

“Oh?
But I do know them. I’ve watched them before, remember?” She
asked, her green eyes glinting slightly. Vincent rolled his eyes
slightly.

“But
they haven’t met you.” He stated, nodding his head. He began to
walk away. Vixen followed reluctantly.

“I
liked it that way.” She muttered, flexing her left hand lazily.

After
a few silently minutes of walking, Vixen could make out figures in
the distance. A blonde boy dressed in purple was fighting off five
kankrelats. Vixen smirked, seeing Aelita behind him. Due to her
watching the group, she already knew the groups’ names. This boy was
Odd. Strange name, Vixen had thought. Original too, as a name, but
yet lacking originality as a word.

“Vincent.
You go to Aelita. I’ll help the boy.” The girl jumped high into
the air and seemingly flew through the sky, slamming down on a
kankrelats back. She slammed her fist into Xana’s eye that resided on
the monster.

“‘Ello.”
She said to the boy, saluting him mockingly before jumping out of the
way of a blast from a kankrelat. The boy looked at her shocked, but
the white-haired girl just grinned at him.

“Who
are you?!” He practically yelled, shooting a laser arrow at a
kankrelat.

“It’s
a secret!” Vixen yelled to him.

“She’s
here to help, Odd!” Aelita yelled to him. Vincent pushed Aelita
behind him a bit; Aelita was more important than himself. Odd, the
blonde boy, let out a growl before attacking. Vixen noticed he seemed
to be having a slightly hard time; he’d lost a few hit points.

“What’s
going on? Who’s that?!” A voice yelled. Vixen raised her head,
recognizing the voice from when she watched, knowing it as Jeremie.
As she was distracted, she was shot to the ground by a laser. She let
out an inhuman growl as she landed on all fours and spun a bit, dirt
rising off the ground and levitating around her before she slowly
rose her to feet. She flicked her right wrist out, unraveling the
thin wire around it before shooting the knife attached to the wire at
the kankrelat that shot her.

“Die
you piece of trash!” She growled out, obviously not happy that
she had gotten shot.

“Vixen!”
Vincent called, trying to get her attention. She growled again,
looking back before looking at the monsters. She retreated back to
Aelita and Vincent, the boy following her. She flicked her wrist
towards her, causing the wire to wrap around her arm safely. The boy
shot at the monsters coming up behind them as Vixen ran to catch up
with the other two. Suddenly, the ground shook and Aelita slipped off
the edge of the rock sector, screaming. Vincent reached for her, but
started to slip over the edge as well. The boy leaped into action,
jumping down after Aelita. Vixen too leaped into action, flicking her
wrist so the thin wire wrapped around Vincent and pulled him to her
safely. There was a long pause as Vincent’s body was pressed against
Vixen’s.

“You
okay?” Vixen breathed out, her warm breath tickled Vincents’ ear
and caused him to shudder.

“Yeah…
Aelita!” Vincent pulled the wire off of him and went to the
edge, looking over it. “Are you alright?!” He called down
to her.

“I’m
alright… I found something! Come down here….” She said,
glancing up at Vincent from her spot there the boy was lowering her
into a cavern she’d found.

Vincent
nodded slightly before closing his eyes and letting a free feeling
wash over him. A light blue aura surrounded him and Vixen as they
hovered off the ground. They slowly made their way down to the cavern
with the boy and Aelita. Vixen let out a whistle once her feet
touched the ground, still not quite used to his telekinesis.

Vixen
began to say something before the same voice from earlier spoke.
“Odd! Ulrich has Yumi, hurry up and find the tower!” He
said, sounding frantic. Vixen raised a perfect white eyebrow.

“I
take it your name is Odd.” A knowing smile crossed her lips.

“And
I take it your name is Vixen…” He mocked, his head turning as
he heard a noise. Suddenly, a megatank rolled down and began to roll
towards the four of them.

“Ah~!”
Several cried out as they began to run as fast as their feet would
carry them through the tunneled cave. Once through the cavern, the
four all dodged out of the way; Odd and Vincent to the right, Aelita
and Vixen to the left. Vixen shook her head slightly, pushing herself
up. She let out a growl.

“Bastard
made me rip my skirt…” She muttered to herself, gripping the
uneven black lace skirt that covered her leather-clad legs in her
hands with anger. She slowly rose to her feet, ready to fight the
megatank.

The
megatank charged up as Odd was trying to align himself with the eye
on the support ring. Unfortunately, the megatank shot off an attack
before he could fully perform his own attack. He quickly jumped out
of the way, getting up with frustration. “Now that’s what I call
a warm welcome.” Vixen snorted at that, slowly undoing the wire
and gracefully dashing forward as the megatank shot another blast at
Odd.

“Jeremie!
Odd’s not going to make it on his own!” Aelita cried out,
momentarily forgetting about her silver-haired helper. Vixen smirked
slightly.

“Yes
he will! Come on Odd! You have to hit the target!” Jeremie said
lowly.

“Silly
people. He’s not alone.” Vixen muttered, thrusting her weapon at
the target. The megatank rolled out of the way and Vixen quickly took
off to the left to avoid the incoming attack. She let out a growl of
frustration before pulling the wire back to her.

Odd
went to shoot another arrow at the megatank, but once again the
monster attacked first. Odd went flying into the air and landed on
top of the megatank. He pointed his arrow at the target and Vixen
thrust her blade into the opposite target at the same time, their
attacks hit in sync. Vixen had to jump out of the way to avoid being
run over by the rolling megatank as it crashed into the rock wall,
defeated.

“Go
on Aelita, it’s up to you.” The voice, Jeremie, spoke. Vincent
glanced over at Aelita before taking her hand and they both walked
into the tower. Vixen plopped onto a nearby boulder as they
disappeared. Vincent had no ability to depower a tower like Aelita,
but a tower was the safest place for him.

“Ah~!”
She breathed out, stretching her muscles slightly as she leaned back
onto the even larger boulder behind the one she was sitting on.

“So…
who’s that guy?” Odd asked, sitting down in front of Vixen, his
tail swaying slightly as he began to get curious.

“His
name is Vincent. That’s all you really need to know.” Vixen
responded simply, opening one green eye to look at the boy.

His
eyebrows rose as he chose to ignore her curt attitude. “How long
have you known about Lyoko?” He asked, curious.

“About
four years now….” She responded, unphased by all the
questions. She decided to ask her own.

“So,
what’d Xana do back where you guys are from? He always messes with
something.” She muttered, frowning.

“He
made a teddy bear come to life. Made it gigantic too.” Odd
responded.

Vixen
snorted a laugh out. “Awesome.”

Odd
glanced up into the sky for a moment before looking back at Vixen to
ask another question, only to see a white smoke where she used to be
sitting. He blinked slightly, confused about her sudden
disappearance.

—–

Quinn
blinked as she watched Sissi throw a fit because Ulrich accepted
Milly’s request of being her date to the prom. Yumi was going to go
with Odd instead. It was sweet, and rather surprising that Ulrich
would do that.

“You’re
recording this Tamiya, aren’t you?” Milly asked, excitedly
happy.

“You
bet I am! This is a scoop!” She replied, shooting the camera at
Milly and Ulrich.

“A
super scoop!” Milly responded, grinning.

Quinn
chuckled as she adjusted her bag over her shoulder. She walked by,
waving lazily at the group as she passed to signal her good-bye. She
made her way to her dorm. She needed to practice some more, still.
She allowed a yawn to grace her features, closing her eyes
momentarily. When she opened them, she saw Matthias over at the pop
machine, getting a Coke. She bit her lip for a moment, stopping her
trek to her dorm. It was when he had already opened the can and began
towards his dorm that she hurried to catch up to him.

“Hey,
Matthias!” She called gently to the studious boy. He stopped and
turned around, slightly surprised to hear Quinn calling his name. He
smiled slightly.

“Yeah?”
He asked slightly. Quinn bit her lip once more before taking in a
deep breath. Her gaze lowered to the ground and she began to shift
the top of her shoe into the dirt.

“I’ve
been thinking about it… And I’d really like going with you tonight
to the prom…” She looked up. “If you’re willing.” I
added softly. He stared at her for a moment before a large smile
crossed his face. He was happy that Quinn was inviting him to the
prom with her and he was also happy that Quinn was deciding to open
up a little more to her peers.

“Really?
What time should I pick you up at?” He asked, shifting his pop
from his right hand to his left hand.

“How
about five?” Quinn asked, shifting into a more comfortable
position due to Matthias actually wanting to go with her. She wasn’t
going to get too dressed up, but she would change her shirt.

“Great.
I’ll see you then…” Matthias smiled softly. Quinn smiled as
well before adjusting her bag and continuing on her way to the dorms.
Maybe this won’t be as bad as she had originally thought.