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By: KitKat411
"We will now begin to prep for landing. Please return to your seats, return your trays to their original position, and fasten your seatbelts. To the young man in 26A, please put your feet down-the "knees tucked into ones chest" stance is not appropriate for landing. Flight attendants, please stop hitting on the wealthy old men in first class and return to your seats. If I, your pilot, become suicidal and attempt to crash the plane in the Pacific Ocean, kindly help yourself before assisting others. Thank you, and please enjoy the rest of your flight."
Yagami Light-former straight-A student, now under suspicion for mass murder-stretched, looking forward to finally getting off this plane. He'd been cramped between Misa and L for too long; he was nearly suffocating from the strange idiosyncrasies between the two of them. Instead, he placed his tray in its upright position, buckled his seatbelt, smiled at the stewardesses, and tried not to kill either of his two "friends."
The plane landed in due course, of course, landing in Los Angeles approximately two hundred minutes behind schedule. After waiting in the crowded, smelly airplane while everyone in front of them exited first, Misa, Light, and L-Watari, Light's father, and the rest of the investigation team were still in Japan-finally left and stepped onto American soil.
Well, American carpet. But said carpet was filthy enough to be considered "soil."
Misa-who had spent the plane ride in the most agony-nearly, flattened the two boys in her quest out the airplane. She ran into the Los Angeles airport and jumped in the air like a small child in a candy store. (Or, more accurately, like L in his favorite bakery when the chocolate cupcakes were fresh). Laughing, she pointed at things, shouting, "Light! Light! AMERICA!"
…And while the Starbucks did not mind being pointed at, Light was sure the overweight couple did. "Misa," he muttered to his girlfriend, putting his arm around her in an attempt to calm her down, "relax. Stop pointing at…things. You'll scare people."
It was only at this moment that L, who had been watching this exchange, began to notice a problem. Misa and Light were speaking Japanese. And while L was thirty-four percent sure Light was halfway competent at English, Misa was not.
Which would pose a problem, since the only one who knew no English was the only one appearing on the American television program.
L approached the two of them, and asked in perfect English, "Do you understand what I am saying?"
And with their confused faces, L was immediately grateful for his London schooldays. It seemed he was the only one able to guide the three of them. He informed the two of them of t his, and Misa grew angry at once.
"Well, that's not fair!" She whined, stomping her foot. "I wanted to talk to the American people. I wanted to see what life in America's like…" she trailed off, "…Oh! And where that girl got her skirt. Excuse me."
The two boys watched as Misa approached the trio of skirt-wearers. The first two seemed utterly indifferent to Misa's excited giggling, but the third seemed enthralled. Misa hugged this third person and dashed back to Light and L.
"Light!" She squealed, utterly delighted. "America's great! Those first two girls were really snotty, but the third girl was so nice! Did you see? She hugged me! I love America!"
Light and L exchanged looks. "Misa…" Light said, and paused. After a moment, he continued. "Misa, that third person…The one in the skirt and blonde hair and mascara…The one you hugged…"
"Yes! Isn't she great?"
"…Misa, that wasn't a woman."
As Misa's eyes grew wide enough to rival L's, said detective shrugged and walked towards the baggage cart. "Welcome to America."
Misa and Light looked at each other and followed the hunchbacked man in front of them.
"Welcome to America," indeed.