Chibi: Yo! Me again with yet another chapter! There will be a lot of interrogation and some surprising inclusions (hopefully.) to make this one juicy masterpiece! (The only masterpieces I have to offer are actually artwork and a few pieces of literature….)
ON WITH THE SHOW~!
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"FLIGHT 308 to China will be boarding soon! All passengers, please report to the loading area!"
I swear I'm going to kill whoever decided to make speaker phones and loud intercoms. I shoved my pinky into my ear and rubbed with a whimper. Having sensitive ears was a curse, but also a blessing.
As it turned out, the guys I was going off with had their own little fan club which consisted of a few guys, two girls and yet another chibi. I swear, they must love hanging out with midgets. And my arrival didn't help any. Everyone quieted down as I rolled past with a personal skull backpack and of course a Nightmare Before Christmas suitcase. The chatter started up as I stopped in the gate line, wishing to already be on the plane and heading for the place of dragons and some excellent orange chicken.
"So, have you guys talked to her yet?" It was one of the guys talking, and I heard the little guy reply in his now annoyingly grating voice.
"Yeah! She seems pretty normal, but I'm still wondering how she got in."
Talent, you evil midget. Talent, and a faithful bey.
"Hey!"
I sighed and looked over my shoulder with the most evil glare I could muster. A few of them shrank back, but redheaded Ginga actually smiled. He beckoned and I snorted, rolling my suitcase over and stopping within three feet of the little party.
"So it's Mimio, right?"
"Yup. If you have any spelling problems, just ask and I'll help. What do you want?"
Some of the others started relaxing and I innerly scowled. It took normal people longer to get used to me.
"Well, we are a team, so we should get to know each other, right?"
"I suppose."
"What's your bey?" It was a girl who asked this question. A tiny brunette dressed in lots of bright colors as opposed to my blue and black regiment of clothing. But before I could even answer, some chick in complete blue with a dude in red who looked a lot like Ginga stepped forward with the answer.
"Cyclone Styx, a Balance type with Razer Edge gears." The aqua haired female looked up from her clipboard and I raised an eyebrow. I never told ANYONE about the Razer Edge gear. It was a personal thing my dad had, and I knew it was legal, but for a complete stranger to know about the Edge had me worried.
"Razer Edge?"
I answered. "A special gear made specifically for my Styx. If you wanna know how it works, you'd have to battle me and that's currently not possible."
"What? Why?" This time Masamune screeched at me, his irritated voice clawing at my eardrums painfully. Geez, he has a louder voice than Chibi Yu.
"Because we're about to get on a plane and we don't have time for it right now anyway. Besides, it seems kind of pointless to show you right now. I like having my privacy about certain things, and considering how my bey's gears work is kinda private I think that's something to be saved for another time. Kay?" I finished in a chipper tone and turned, wheeling back towards the line and waiting patiently. Their conversation started up yet again, and soon enough it died down when the others joined me in the now six person line.
Wait.
SIX?
I whirled and took in the look of one wide eyed pink girl as she squeaked.
"Uhhhh….."
"Come on Madoka! We're gonna be- oh crap. I forgot the other chick's name….."
This was going to be an extremely long flight.
-ANOTHER MAGICAL TIMESKIP-
One Mississippi…..two Mississippi…..three Mississippi…
"Whatcha doin?"
Somewhere in the world, a tiny Hispanic girl's eye twitched.
"Listening to music?" I turned and gave a curious glance to Masamune, who was peering across my shoulder and into the manga I had sitting in my lap. Trust a guy to know when females are reading action manga. Seriously. I picked up the issue of Bleach and held it out. "Do you wanna read it?"
"Is that okay?"
What?! "Yeah! I need to get started on the next volume anyway. Read it, and then give it back because that is my only Bleach Volume 1 and I still have to lend it to my friend Sayuki."
"Kay." I had to admit, for a total stranger this kid was actually not pissing me off. I was even more grateful for the company, the small questions about Hell Butterflies and we even started chatting about home. Masamune was actually from America, much to my shock, and was hell bent on beating Ginga in a match.
"And it's all to become number one! What about you Mimio?"
I snorted and gave a small smile. "I don't really have a goal aside from not getting banned from any of the countries we'll be visiting. My dad got banned from Peru one time while we were visiting and they never let him back in. I, however, am on good terms with the current president and we video chat often."
"No!" The shocked look on his face spoke volumes and made me laugh outright.
"Yes! He has a daughter around my age that he asks advice about. Why? I'll never know."
"Wow. Anything else interesting?"
I lifted an eyebrow and thought. I could mention that my dad was involved with the yakuza, but I doubt that Masamune knew who that was or even what yakuza meant. I could mention the one time we traveled to Italy and met this one blonde bastard but I didn't feel like getting pissed off either….
"We'll save that for another flight. How about life in America? Did you have any friends?"
Masamune lit up like a firework and instantly went on to rambling about his friends Zeo , Toby and the Dungeon Gym. I had to admit yet again that I enjoyed his company and the stories about the weird candies which I explained to be gumdrops. He just waved it off and we sat in silence. I sighed and fiddled with my manga idly.
That was when the Chibi popped in.
"Hey Mimoomoo and Masamoomoo!"
"MY NAME IS MIMIO DAMMIT!"
"MY NAME IS MASAMUNE!"
I paused and punched Masamune lightly in the arm and grinned. "Masamoomoo…..kekeke…. that actually sounded cute."
Chibi chuckled and hung on the back of my seat, eyeing the manga. He also noticed the cookies I had sticking out of my bag and squealed happily, causing the gaze of the other passengers to swivel in our direction.
Fuck. Life.
"COOKIES!"
"She brought cookies on a plane…?"
"COOKIES!"
"COOKIES!"
"…Well…the others don't seem to mind that much….."
In the end, I gave half of my cookie stash to Ginga, Chibi, and Masamune. Tsubasa and Madoka didn't really want any at first, but Madoka took one later.
AND SHE LIKED IT.
"So what flavor are these? They taste really good!" Now at least Madoka had joined our small group as she nibbled the cookie. I smiled and tore a chunk out of one, nomming the delicious flavor.
"Pumpkin and chocolate chip. I usually only make them around Halloween since the kids in my apartment building are little sugar maniacs. Not that I blame them, I have a sweet tooth of my own." I swallowed with a tired sigh and idly glanced at my wristwatch. It was at least an hour or so until we landed in China and I was bone tired.
The others looked kind of tired too, and then it hit me.
Oh.
Hell.
No.
I gave them sleeper cookies!
-cue shocked expression-
If you're currently wondering what the fuck sleeper cookies are, whenever I'm on a plane, I can't sleep. So, I make these special cookies with crushed sleeping aids. POWERFUL sleeping aids.
They work wonders.
Within minutes, everyone except myself and Tsubasa were passed out and drooling. Well, I don't think Madoka was drooling, but still. We were the only ones awake, and I was borderline on falling asleep.
"Sleeping aids?" I glanced at the silver haired blader and nodded.
"You'd be surprised what I mix with my plane food."
"Hm."
I could have sworn I saw a small smile on his face before passing out against the comfy Velcro.
