A/N: This is, I guess, the sequel to my last fic, I Just Wanted to Tell You That I Love You. Most of you asked for one, so, uh, here it is! Yay! (And thanks to all of you who reveiwed last time, your input means a lot to me.)

This fic takes place right before Halloween, which I havebeen toldthat they celebrate in France as well as in America. Iactually started writing this at that time, but didn'tpost itup until now.Haha. So I procrastinate. Big deal. ;)

I will be doing this onethe more conventional way, where you post it chapter by chapter instead of just posting the whole story all at once, like I did in my last fic. That way I'll have a chance to respond to your reveiws before each chapter, which I'm sure is fun. :-P In any case, I hope you like this fic as much as the last one!

Thanks!

Erin.

(P.S. - This fic may turn into PG-13 later, just a heads up.)

Aelita's P.O.V.

October 29th

I feel weaker every day. My head spins with a hideous sensation, which I am told is pain. My legs sometimes refuse to support my own weight. Sometimes I cannot think... or feel... sometimes I cannot even breathe. Is the darkness of oblivion waiting for my body to give up, so it may reach out and grab me with its icy fingers, pulling me to my doom? I just don't know. I continually hope that each entry in you, my secret diary, is not to be my last...

"Aelita?"

I looked up from my sitting position on the floor to see Jeremie's worried expression staring me in the face. Seeing him there, I quickly pocketed the small black book I had been writing in, into the secret fold in my skirt. I don't think he saw it.

We were in the factory. I was materialized, and was feeling strangely. Kneeling on the floor, I had been writing in my diary, while Jeremie was not watching me. I have found I have a passion for writing, because I feel so akward speaking my feelings aloud. Even to my beloved, Jeremie.

You see, he had just run a scan on me, and we had found bad news.

"Aelita, are you ok? You don't look so good..." said the blond boy.

"I...I feel...pain. Yes...pain, I think," I said, holding my head with one hand and fighting tears.

He took my other hand, which was damp with sweat. "I'm going to call the others. They need to know what's wrong with you, since it could be serious," he looked deeper into my eyes, and as soon as a few tears had fallen from them, he brushed them away gently. "It's going to be okay, Aelita. You know I won't let anything happen to you."

"Yes, Jeremie. I have faith in you, as always." I told him. Really, the sensation was stronger than I was letting on; but I didn't want Jeremie to know that. I knew it hurt him to see me unhappy. And seeing him hurt because of me hurt me even more.

I didn't look him in the eye at all. I could feel his worried gaze upon me, and my eyes were frozen on the ground. Finally, he gave me a fast, but tender hug before getting up and walking away.

Every muscle in my body tensed, bracing itself, as I waited for the feeling to pass.

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Meanwhile...

Ulrich's P.O.V.

Yumi and I had just been freed from the boredom of school for the long, three-day, Halloween weekend. We were, once again, in our favorite place in the park, where no one knew about except us (and, well,Odd and Jeremie), and it was very peaceful. We were just hanging out, and enjoying each others' company. Odd was back at the dorm doing his homework, and we had decided to go out for some time to ourselves.

It was somewhat cold, and an angry wind swept across the land every once in a while, blowing Yumi's hair in her face and knocking what was left of the leaves on the trees to the ground. But neither of us felt chilly. That was because I had Yumi in my arms, and we were sitting on the grass, happy to be together.

Another gust sent her dark locks out of control. We laughed together, as we both brushed it out of her eyes.

"Damn hair..." she said. "You know, some days I just feel like cutting it all off! What good is it, anyway?"

"Well," I began, "It's pretty..."

She giggled. "Oh, you're so sweet, Ulrich." Her head, which had been resting up against my chest, turned upward, reaching my face, to plant a small but soft kiss on my cheek. After she had sunk back into her former position, I rested my head on top of hers, taking in the smell of her soft black hair.

"It smells cool, too," I said.

Laughing, she snuggled closer to me.

/God, I love this girl,/ I told myself silently.

I wanted to sit there forever, with her in my arms. I closed my eyes, and just felt us exist. Nothing mattered but us. It felt like we were floating in slow motion while the rest of the world went by......

"Hey you two. Seeing fireworks?"

I opened one eye, to see Odd in all his purple clothing grinning down at us. I jumped when I saw him. How long had he been watching us?

Yumi and I pulled away from each other. We can never be affectionate towards one another when friends are around... it just feels weird.

"When did you get here?" I asked, confused, annoyed, but still mildly amused.

"Just now. I saw you guys and thought I shouldn't bother you...but then I couldn't help myself," Odd told us, laughing.

I gave him a small smile, accompanied by a playful glare.

He smiled back, but changed the topic to what he cad originally come out to tell us. "But anyway, Jeremie just called and said we should get to the factory, and that he had something to tell us." He gave Yumi and I a look. "Of course, if this is a bad time..."

Yumi chuckled. "It's okay, Odd, Ulrich and I weren't doing anything,"

Odd raised an eyebrow.

I stood up. "That's not the issue. Come on guys, let's go." I grabbed Yumi's hand and we walked over to the manhole. As we walked, I caught a glimpse of Odd's face. He was staring at the ground, and strangely silent, compared to what he had seemed to be just a moment before.

I thought about this fact for a while, but when we got underground, my mind raced to other things, and I quickly forgot all about it.