AN: And I'm Back! I realised that I promised a sequel to Brothers Bond, so here's the first chapter! Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about the other fanfic...^-^
Though with the amount of Damian (from Batman) feels I'm having lately, that might be a while...
Anyways, Enjoy!
This is set 4 years after Brothers Bond 1.
'Hello, and welcome to DC airlines. This is your captain speaking. We will soon be taking off, so please check that your seatbelt is secured. The estimated arrival time at the destination is 4:57pm Thursday afternoon. Please consult our stewardess if you require assistance.'
Conan looked out the window, bored, as the plane slowly moved towards the runway.
It was the school holidays and so the Kudo brothers decided to visit their parents, both as a reunion and a tourist destination, to LA.
Well there was still 12 more hours to fly. So Conan plugged in his headphones and put on a movie, in an attempt to kill time.
After several movies and a nap, the plane was an hour away from LA.
'This is your captain speaking. We are currently an hour away from our destination. The estimated time of arrival is 5:13pm and th-'
He was interrupted by a loud bang, followed by a thud.
Children screamed, as the adults tried to figure out what was going on.
And it brought so many bad memories for Conan.
Shinichi looked at his brother worriedly, and squeezed his hand gently.
'Your not alone.' A message that didn't need to be spoken to be understood.
The stewardess were walking around, a slightly nervous look on their faces, which didn't help as they tried to assure the passengers that everything was fine.
But Conan knew better.
4 years and Conan still remembered GIn's face as he loomed over him, with a gun trained at his head.
And he would never forget the gunshots as each bullet tore through his small body.
'Hello passengers! This is your new captain speaking. Your former captain is currently bleeding out on the floor right next to me.'
'You guys are our hostages. Yes, our. There are members of my 'gang', I guess you could say, who are currently among you. But don't panic! They won't shoot unless one of you make a rash move.'
'Oh, and who are we, you ask?'
The voice laughed, before it turned into a dark, sinister tone, sending shivers done Conan's back. It sounded so much, so much, like him.
'We're the Zenauds, and this plane is officially hijacked.'