Disclaimer- I don't own Digimon and/or
their characters, okie?
A/n- this was just a sudden spurt of
imagination I had. Anyway, this is
Mishirou, or Koushimi, however you want to put it.
Flight #255
~* Tachikawa
residence, Mimi's room, Saturday, 8:01 AM *~
Mimi Tachikawa,
a girl with radiant star-studded pink hair, tried on another sweater. "Nah." She decided and tossed the periwinkle
blue garment away as she picked up a baby blue one. "Perfect!" she exclaimed and scribbed a note to her parents:
Mom and Dad,
I'll be leaving
for the airport to pick up Koushirou from his flight. It's due at 9:20 AM. Don't
worry about me, I'll be fine. I'll probably
be back around 11:30 tops.
Luv
Mimi
"There," she propped the pen against the paper and grabbed
the keys as she swung open the door and left for the car (a/n- she's not old
enough to drive yet, I know, but just bear with me, ok?)
~* Aidane
Airlines flight #255, Saturday, 8:02 AM *~
Koushirou
Izumi, a young boy with serious black eyes and fiery red hair, typed rapidly on
his laptop and wondered about New York.
Will it be crowded and noisy like Yamato said? Or will it be beautiful and elegant as Sora
said?
"Mister? Hey
mister!" a small kiddish voice said from next to Koushirou.
Koushirou
turned to see a small girl hugging a stuffed bunny. He cleared his throat, surprised, "Yes?"
"You look
lonely. Wanna be friends? My name's Kuri." The little girl smiled, "My
mom and dad sent me on a trip to go to gramma's house, they say I'm brave. Are you brave?"
Koushirou
smiled. "I'm not sure if I'm brave, but
you sure are, Kuri."
Kuri
grinned. "Thank you mister. What's your name?"
"Koushirou." He
replied.
"Oh wow! Both our names start with a 'K'! That's so cool!" Kuri clapped her hands
together, then pointed to Koushirou's laptop.
"Wuzzat?"
"Oh, it's my
laptop, kind of like a mini-computer." Koushirou answered, punching the power
off button and shutting the laptop off.
"Sugoi!" Kuri
squealed and squeezed her bunny rabbit tighter. Koushirou smiled at her, Little kids are so cute.
Kuri held out
her stuffed toy, "Wanna hug Dreami?"
So the rabbit's
name was Dreami. Cute. Koushirou thought as he took the bunny and gave its head an awkward
little pat.
Arianne Lewis,
a young girl returning from her trip to Japan, swung her legs up and down. She couldn't wait to go home.
A flight
attendant was pushing a cart full of drinks around, and she came to a stop in
front of Arianne. "Coke?" the attendant
asked politely.
"Sprite,
please." Arianne smiled as she read the flight attendant's name tag: Hi! My name's Ava!
Ava poured the soft drink into a plastic cup and handed it
to Arianne, adding, "We'll be landing in about a hour, so don't worry."
Arianne sipped
the drink, "Who said I'm worrying? I
love airplanes."
Ava beamed, "Atta
girl." And rolled her cart away to some other awaiting passenger.
Shirl Suzuki added
one last line to her sketch of the boy sitting beside her. She had met him just on the flight and
already loved him. His name was Ricky
Derago, Latino. Shirl loved his dark
hair and serious face. They clicked
almost immediately, talking about the latest video games and such.
Ricky grinned
at her, "Done yet?"
Shirl blushed, "Yes."
The Mexican boy
took the drawing and studied it. "I look
much more handsome than that, don't I?" he laughed and squeezed Shirl's hand, "I
love it. Thanks."
Shirl smiled, "No
prob." And she meant it too, spending a hour of the flight just staring at that
stunning face and immortalizing it paper had been a hour of heaven.
Ricky admired
the drawing again, it was so neatly done, with every last detail of his face
etched onto the paper. He would cherish
it forever. He loved the sketch, just
he loved the artist of the sketch.
Shirl leaned
her hand against his shoulder and breathed in his musky scent, "Ricky, we'll be
leaving each other soon…in a hour…"
Ricky took her
chin in his hand and kissed her forehead.
"It's gonna be cool, chica.
We'll contact each other daily with email, right?"
Shirl nodded,
content.
Ava steered the
cart into the stewardess's quarters and boiled herself a cup of coffee. Life as a flight attendant wasn't exactly
easy, she had to overcome airsickness.
Well, she shrugged, it was okay, and
the pay was good. So I guess it all
works out.
She checked her
watch: 8:32 AM.
There was
suddenly a little bleep from the speaker on the counter. Ava turned it on. It was a message from the pilot, staticky but still translatable:
"The plane's facing difficulties—we might have to crash-land someplace…get all
passengers to do the safety routine. Immediately. The engines are failing."
Ava froze. There was something in the tone of the pilot's
voice that indicated something was wrong.
~* Mimi's car, Saturday,
8:38AM *~
Mimi beeped her
horn impatiently—stupid traffic jam!
~* Aidane
Airlines, flight #255, Saturday, 8:42AM *~
Ava frantically turned on the microphone and boomed, "All
passengers buckle their seat belts!
Bend over and clasp hands over head!"
Her voice
echoed throughout the plane and from everywhere passengers struggled to buckle
their seat belts and do what Ava said.
Koushirou
hurriedly slapped his laptop shut and shoved it in his bag. Kuri whispered, "What did the lady say? She sounded upset."
Koushirou knew
this routine—the plane was about to crash-land. He waved Kuri's question aside and reached around her bunny to
clasp her seat belt, then he clicked his.
He stroked Kuri's head and said soothingly, "Just bend over and put your
hands over your head, okay Kuri?"
Kuri looked
bewildered but did as Koushirou said. A
jolt rocked the plane and Kuri began to cry.
Koushirou hugged the tiny girl to him and prayed for the best.
Arianne
frantically buckled her seat belt and did as Ava said. She felt the plane jolt again and she bit
her lip. The plane lurched and people
screamed. Arianne felt herself joining
in as the plane began to shake violently—the front part of the plane was
spinning up-and-down, like Arianne's legs had did before, only this time it was
much more intense.
"It's not
supposed to do that, is it?" Arianne whimpered to herself as the plane plunged
down.
Shirl shrieked
and Ricky grasped her tightly as the plane spiraled downwards.
Ava hanged on
to a piece of jutted out door and braced herself.
~* New York
City Airport, Saturday, 8:54AM *~
Mimi looked at
the airline schedule: flight #255 will be arriving in about a half hour.
She looked
around for a place to sit, and plopped down next to an elderly lady with brown
hair graying. "Hullo, dear. Are you waiting for someone?" the woman
smiled.
Mimi nodded, "Someone
on flight #255."
"Oh, are
you? So am I. My little granddaughter, Kuri, is on there." The woman patted a
photo on her lap, "Here's her picture."
Mimi politely
took the picture and looked at it; it had a small girl no older than eight on
it, smiling at the camera and hugging a little stuffed rabbit. "Oh she's adorable!" Mimi gushed and handed
the photo back to the woman.
"Thank you, and
that's her bunny, Dreami." The woman looked at photo lovingly. "I gave that to her last Christmas."
Mimi smiled.
~* some little
field in Maine, Saturday, 9:02AM *~
Koushirou groaned.
Where was he? Every part of him
ached. He looked down, but looked up
almost immediately. Blood was pouring
everywhere. It was a sight to
behold. His laptop would be ruined
almost certainly. Wait, KURI! Where was she? Koushirou tried to turn around, but a piece of metal pressed him
to his seat umcomfortably. "Kuri!" he
tried calling out.
"K-Koushirou?"
there was a small and frail voice from behind him. Koushirou sighed, relieved, "You're alright, Kuri!"
"No, I'm not,
Koushirou." Kuri whimpered. "My leg
hurts, my arm hurts, every part of my body hurts…I'm bleeding!" Kuri began
wailing.
Arianne shook
her head—she was alive! And hardly
scratched! She gazed in wonder at
herself—her seat had been launched out of the plane. She reached out a trembling hand to unbuckle the seat belt and
stood up. She would need to help the
others. There were screams behind her,
screams for help, for family.
Arianne shouted
back, "I'm coming!" and trotted to the nearest person screaming. It was a small boy, crying touchingly. He was lying on his back and there was a
piece of white bone sticking out of his leg.
Arianne forced herself not to retch.
She tried to carry the boy, but he screamed. She thought for a moment, and smoothed the boy's black hair, "Hang
on, pal. I'll get you out later." She was
jogging for the nearest house for help.
Ricky felt
nothing but pain. Pain searing up at
his spine and pain splitting his skull.
But what about Shirl? Was she
okay?
He tried to
call out but nothing came out except a little gasp. He could see Shirl now.
She was lying a few feet away, lifeless. Her body was charred black, and he could see why. Flames were darting around her, swallowing
her up. Fire.
There was fire nearby.
And the fire would get him too, just like it got Shirl.
Ava stumbled up.
Blood was everywhere, on her navy blue stewardess suit and on her
head. It was a miracle she was still
alive, for blood was spurting out everywhere.
She staggered up and found that she was surrounded by wreckage and fire…and
people, both dead and alive.
~* New York
City Airport, Saturday, 9:35AM *~
Mimi tapped her foot impatiently; why was the plane
delayed? The woman sitting beside her
was glancing at her watch worriedly, "What if there was a plane crash?"
"Nonsense!"
Mimi cried, she didn't even want to consider such a thought right now.
A/n- that's
chapter one of "Flight #255"! Please
review and tell me what you think. Wait
for ch. 2 okay?
Later dayz
CyberSerpent .~
PS. I made a
cute little Digimon comic strip when Miyako comments on Daisuke's hairdo and
drags Hikari into giving him a new hairstyle!
It's hilarious in my opinion, my sister's opinion, and Animae*s Flame opinion
(right?), so email me at DigimonGoddess@aol.com
if you want it!
