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Chapter 4

Shira's POV

Shira blinked, and watched Ryou get comfortable. The same attendant had led him here, and she smiled, giving him the best wish: "I hope you enjoy our flight!"

When she left, Ryou grunted and rubbed his neck. When she saw him in the airport hallway, he didn't have a bag with him, and so now she couldn't see if he had any belongings. She wondered why, but then suddenly he looked at her, making her freeze. He held her gaze quietly and firmly, dragging the silence on. Tenchi tugged at her yami's sleeve, and the spirit looked at her.

"That guy says he's not Ryou," Tenchi whispered. "Back in the crowd. And I don't think he's lying."

"But how could that be?" Shira hissed. "He looks exactly like him!"

Abruptly, a strong pressure pushed on her hand against the armrest, surprising her. When she looked at it, it was the fake Ryou's hand that was gripping hers. When she looked at his face, it held a cold expression. He got up from his seat and leaned down until he was eye-level with her. His grip tightened.

"I don't know who you are," he growled, his voice rough. "But how is it that you know Ryou Bakura's name?"

Shira glanced back to her hand, and felt it throb. She looked back up to his face.

"How do you know his name as well?"

"I'm the one asking questions here," he snarled quietly. "I can understand that Tenchi knows him, but he never mentioned you."

"How do you know Ryou?" Tenchi persisted, her body tensing.

"That's it; if you don't reply, then I might just follow my temptation to kill you both."

Tenchi covered her mouth, her eyes wide with puzzlement and fear. But Shira's face was expressionless, and instead of covering her mouth and staying put, she leaned forward, bringing herself closer to Ryou's imposter.

"Pretty bold of you to say. But pretty stupid. Would you really consider doing that here?" she challenged him. "All we have to do is scream. If you back off right now, then I swear I will keep it between us three. However," she dug the nails of her other hand into his, her fingertips in between each bone in his hand. "If I find you near my sister, I will personally kill you myself. Now, have we all agreed?"

Fake Ryou seemed stunned by the woman's coldness and hostility, and yanked his hand away. Shira looked at her nails, and found them bloodstained. Ryou's imposter clenched his fists, his blood sliding down his injured hand, and he looked tempted in hitting her. But then he looked around, and changed his mind. He glared at her, crimson surrounding his pupils, and he sat back down across the aisle from her, crossing his arms and legs, huffing. He looked completely covered in his black trench coat, which Shira found surprising at the time she saw him in the crowd. His silver hair unfortunately reminded her more and more about the Thief King long ago, lighting the anger inside her.

"Hello, and welcome to Tokyo Airlines. We thank you for choosing us to transport you to your destination," a voice rang out in the speakers, which Shira supposed was the pilot's. "Our destination will be Cairo, Egypt. For those who have mistaken this plane, please leave the premises, for we will be setting out now."

The pilot paused for a while, and Shira watched as the attendants secured all the doors when there seemed to be no passengers leaving. She was hoping that the stranger beside her had mistaken his flight, but to her disappointment, he stayed put in his seat, without even a budge. Then the attendants strapped themselves to some seats next to their compartment, and the pilot's voice came back again.

"We shall commence now. Please put on your seatbelts and enjoy take-off."The plane started to move, and the airport area looked as if it was cruising by the windows, instead of the other way around. Passengers were looking out the windows, excited for the take-off; the spirit was excited as well. She didn't know how it felt; she was apart of Tenchi, and so she couldn't feel the true excitement as her own, and she couldn't feel the air rise and fall as Tenchi did. Now she would, with her new body. She felt so glad that she was going to be a part of the sky again!

It took a long time to take-off, she thought. She supposed that it was just setting up. Tenchi looked back at her and smiled. "Aren't you excited?"

"Yes!" she cried, vibrating. "This is going to be great!"

Then the seatbelt icon above flashed brightly, making them follow its command. She strapped herself, Tenchi doing so as well, and watched out the window. Soon, the plane was picking up speed, and a loud drone grew. The airport sped past, and past that, houses and plains and hills and trees. An empty feeling enveloped the spirit's stomach as the plane left the ground. The plane arched upwards, and the ground suddenly dived out of view, leaving only blue sky. Turbulence shook the plane, alarming her, but Tenchi reassured her. Her fingers loosened, and she looked out the windows, scared and filled with awe at the same time. The pilot was tilting the plane to each side to allow the passengers to look out and over the land. The houses, buildings, and farmlands already looked like small blocks and flat, colourful plastic on a child's play set. The turbulence ceased, and everyone whooped, including Tenchi. Fake Ryou and Shira stayed quiet, watching the others. When the two of them caught each other's eyes, they both looked away in anger.

"We have successfully entered the flight route to Egypt safe and sound," the pilot announced. "You are now free to loosen your seatbelts and leave your seats if you like. Please enjoy you wait, and we are pleased to give you your breakfast."

Shira grimaced, thinking of airline food; in cold containers, stripped of their cooked warmth and freshness. She watched the attendants unstrap themselves from their seats, go into their compartments, and come out with trolleys packed with containers. They separated, and traveled down the aisles to each class section. Shira rested her cheek on her hand, sighing in disappointment, and wondering what kind of flight this would be.

With an annoying psycho across from her and stale airline food.

End of Chapter

Vixen: -sigh- This IS going to take a while -.-

Shira: Well, at least after this is done, the other stories aren't so long.

Vixen: Hm, true XD

Star: Vixen hopes you liked the chapter, and-

Bakura: Says to go burn in-

Star: HAPPINESS! -glare-

Vixen: ...