PLEASE READ FOR WARNING!
Ok, so, this chapter gets a little...'M RATED' on us and a totally OBLIVIOUS YAO! just a warning!
Enjoy. v_v
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"Ohmygosh we're going to die!" Yao screeched while holding on Elizaveta's unoccupied arm to keep himself up because of his trembling legs. Elizaveta shot Yao that 'look' and shook her arm out of his grip. "Epp! Don't let go, Elizaveta, you're the substitute for Shinatty-chan!" Elizaveta sweat dropped and glared at Yao, she really wanted to bonk Yao upside the head and ask why Yao was clinging on to her arm for dear life. "Yao, you need to go sit down and put on your seat belt, this is dangerous and you could die from turbulence!" Ok...maybe she exaggerated a tad bit, but it got Yao to sit down so that was all that mattered at the moment. Yao quickly plopped down in the navy blue seat behind Natalia for good measure, who knows what would happen if he decided to sit in front of her...might slit his throat from behind if he wasn't careful.
"Alright, passengers! Are you rea- let go of the damn microphone, commie!"
"No, you let go, capitalist pig!"
"IT'S MY TURN TO HAVE THE MIC!"
"I DON'T CARE, NOW LET IT GO BEFORE I TAKE OUT MY PIPE!"
"I dare yo- AHH SHIT, NO! YAO, HELP ME!"
Yao closed his eyes and slowly counted to ten in his head to get himself to calm down before he threw them both off the plane; he'd do it if he had to. "Yao! Go get those two idiots, please! Last time they argued one of the passengers jumped of a window!" Elizaveta pleaded with puppy dog eyes, her bottom lip sticking out with a pout. Yao rolled his auburn irises then made his way down the tight aisle to the far left, avoiding Kiku, Arthur, and his Ex as much as possible.
"Umm, excuse me...what is taking so lon- oh hey, it's you, again." A low monotonous voice said from behind Yao making him jump slightly and go stiff. "Er..I am going to go and solve that problem now, sir." Yao said casually, then speed walked away from him, he could have sworn Kaoru was in row A 2nd class, not row D 1st class...suspicious. Yao stopped in front of the door to the cockpit and banged on it loudly to get Alfred and Ivan's attention since the two baboons were still arguing with each other nonstop. "Who is it?" Alfred asked cautiously, Yao's eye twitched again, "It's Yao, smart one." Yao heard a dramatic gasp, then heard the locks on the door 'clicking' until it finally swung open to show Alfred on his knee's and a white-gloved hand on his crisp, white uniform. "Umm-"
"Yao, my love, you've come to save me from the swamp beast, oh~ so strong!" He said dramatically, fanning himself with his hand and half-lided eyes. Yao turned a sickly green and slowly stepped away from Alfred out of fear and confusion. 'Ugh...I know I'm going to have a nightmare now...' Yao visually shivered in disgust and shooed the awkward thoughts of Alfred swooning over him away before it could cause any damage, mentally and physically. Ivan stepped out in front of Alfred, kicking him in the rib as he rushed over to Yao and grabbed his hand. "Yao~! He started i-"
"I don't want to hear it, Ivan. You agreed with Alfred and said you two wouldn't fight anymore and now look, we're back to square one again!" Yao sighed in disappointment and 'tsked' at Ivan, wagging a finger in his face. "I am very disappointed in you, Ivan." Ivan could have sworn his heart broke into millions of tiny microscopic pieces at the look Yao was giving him. "I-I'm sorry, Yao! Please, let me make it up to you!" Yao eyed Ivan with an uncertain stare then nodded lightly, letting Ivan drag him into the Cockpit, shoving Alfred out the way while they squeezed their way past the door. Yao gasped loudly at all the buttons, levers, gauges, lights, and switches everywhere in the tiny room, there were even buttons on their seats and the ceiling. "Oh uh...wow...this..this is a lot of buttons..how do you remember which one does which?" Yao asked politely in attempt to start some small talk, the air around him and Ivan when they were alone was always..awkward?
Ivan piped up at the questions Yao asked him, "Oh! It's easy, really! I mean sure, it takes a while to memorize them all but you get the hang of it after a while!" Yao gave Ivan a look of disbelief then glanced around the room again; there was no way in hell Ivan knew what all these controls meant, and he was going to prove it. "I don't believe you, honestly." Ivan gave Yao a hurt look then covered it up with an expression of pure confidence, puffing his chest out and saluting Yao. "I know all of the controls, try me." Yao covered up a chuckled behind his hand and nodded at him. "Ivan...don't take any offense to this but..you're really awkward." Ivan's face turned a bright scarlet, his violet eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets. "I-I...I'm sorry, it's hard trying to be normal around such a lovely woman..your beauty is almost blinding, da?" Yao laughed out loud this time; Ivan was corny too! "Ivan..that was corny...really corny, but thank you." Yao said with a small blush as he looked down at his Mary-jane heels again, playing with a stray piece of hair that came loose from his tight hair bun, smiling shyly all the while. When Yao saw Ivan's face go completely red again he immediately went stiff as a board and coughed awkwardly into his fist. 'Can't believe I was flirting like a school girl...Ivan is making me do shameful things, embarrassing!' Yao scolded himself in his mind.
Ivan shifted away from Yao and sat down in his seat to the left of Alfred's chair, you could tell whose chair belonged to who due to the fact that one had the American flag attached to the back and a captain America sticker on the arm of the chair. "Pfft, Alfred.." Yao snorted and laughed quietly at how obvious he was, Ivan chuckled a little too. Ivan's chair was slightly larger due to his size, so it was just right. His chair really didn't have anything special to it but a wilted sunflower attached to the back of the seat by flimsy duck tape. "Hey, what's with the dead sunflower, Ivan?" Yao asked curiously, it was alright to have a flower or two around but, a dead flower? extremely creepy. Ivan gave Yao a confused look and began feeling the back of his chair with his large hand searching for that 'dead sunflower'. Once Ivan felt something he let out a tiny 'Aha!' and pulled at it trying to get the flower to come off the chair. Yao rolled his eyes at Ivan who was still struggling to rip the sunflower from the strong hold of the tape and decided to give him a little assistance because watching Ivan with a look of determination on his face trying to rip a sunflower off of something for three long minutes was not something Yao was looking forward to.
"Here, let me help you, jeez.." Yao muttered, he knelt down- yes appropriately this time, didn't want Alfred trying to get at his 'goodies' like he tried the first time he set eyes on Yao..damn pervert. Yao shivered in disgust at the blinding memory and decided never to think of that ever again if he wanting internal bleeding to the brain. When Yao tried to remove the old tape from chair his hands made contact with Ivan's just a little bit, his left pinky finger lightly brushed agaisnt the palm of Ivan's hand by mistake and caused Ivan to snatch his hand back into his lap so quickly one would have thought he'd been burned by boiling lava. Yao felt his heart drop a bit by Ivan's actions but quickly brushed it off. "S-sorry...I didn't mean to tou-"
"Oh no, it's fine, I was just..checking my...watch?" Ivan lied horribly through his pearly white teeth. "You're not wearing a watch, Ivan." Yao smirked when he saw Ivan go stiff, he saw right through his lie.
Quick mental note time
'Ivan is a horrible liar'
Yao also added that he could use that to his sick advantage later before he got back to the question he asked earlier. "Soo...how many buttons and other things are in here?"
Ivan gave Yao a blank look. "A lot of buttons and stuff."
"I meant for you to be more..correct." Yao deadpanned with a frown. Ivan chuckled then put his hand under his chin and got into the 'thinking position' to humor Yao; and it did. Yao giggled out loud at him, which made his heart swell with pride and happiness. 'I made her laugh, I actually did something good for once in my life!' Ivan thought happily in his head, a crooked smile making its way on his lips. "There are approximately 365 buttons, levers, lights, switches, and gauges in this little room all together." Ivan stated, matter of factly. "Oh...that's..a lot." Yao said skeptically. Ivan smiled sweetly at Yao then gestured for him to come closer, completely forgetting about the dried up, shriveled sunflower still clinging to a small piece of tape on the back of the chair. Yao complied with his offer and stood to Ivan's left, examining all the colorful buttons with interest, surprisingly.
Yao decided to play the 'what's this button do?' game with Ivan to kill more time before the plane actually got off the ground; which it should have been about thirteen minutes ago, but he really didn't care nor did he want to go in the air anytime soon. Yao's auburn eyes darted from button to button, staring intently at them all, his fingers were twitching, as if begging to be able to test the many buttons and switches out. Ivan saw Yao's hesitation and chortled at him, Yao turned his head away quickly so he wouldn't see his flustered face out of embarrassment. Yao's wandering eyes landed on a silver lever with a dark blue leather handle that was on the right side of Ivan's plain gray chair, he eyed it curiously. Ivan caught his stare then told him what it was. "That lever pulls up and back the chair I'm sitting in, just encase I want to push it back or up to a place I am comfortable with." Yao 'hmph'ed then put his hand on the top of the lever, his grip strong and molding into it slightly due to his small hands which might he remind you irritated him to no end.
"Can I try it?" Yao asked politely, pointing at it with his unoccupied hand.
"Sure, but, it won't work if you aren't in the right position, which is the chair-" With that, Ivan was cut off by Yao's butt making it's way onto his now, hot lap. Yao, completely oblivious to the sharp intake of air Ivan just made loudly, made himself comfortable on Ivan's shaking lap, it was quite warm too and it felt nice, Ivan was so fluffy! Yao looked back, not really looking Ivan in the face, which was pale other than the bright red spread brightly across his cheeks and frozen with shock, his gaze still on the oddly interesting lever then asked, "Can I pull it?" Ivan felt something in his lower stomach boil awkwardly, and oh no, he did not just feel something go stiff in between his legs. 'S-shit...I didn't mean to make that seem dirty..' Ivan groaned internally, keeping his eye contact away from Yao so he wouldn't see his abashed expression.
"U-um..s-sure..go ahead.." Ivan managed to choke out, his grip on the armrest of the chair got tighter when Yao shifted over a tad; Yao had no idea how this was making him feel and he preferred if Yao didn't, honestly. When Yao jerked his hand back on the lever, it only moved barely an inch from its place and made Yao frown. "It's really hard and stiff..I think it's stuck." Ivan let out a quiet whimper and tried to shoo the negative thoughts aside and think about dead sunflowers and his baby sister in attempt to lose his half-hard on. "I think if I jerk it back harde-" "Wow, ok! Look at the time, I think we should finally get ready for takeoff, don't you agree?" Ivan said in a hurry, trying to get Yao off of him before he felt his...'friend' came back to life. Yao growled at Ivan when he tried to shove him off of his lap, Yao dodged his hands and sat back in the position he was in before, still on his lap, to Ivan's horror. Yao made his grip on the lever tighter then pulled back roughly, causing him to let go of it when the chair shot back sharply a few feet away from the dashboard.
Yao stared at the lever blankly and uninterested now; that was it? "Your lever needs to be lubed up, someone could seriously get hurt!" Yao said with a serious expression, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. He glanced back up at Ivan and saw the look on his face, what was his problem? "Ivan, are you o-"
"FINALLY! I THOUGHT I'D NEVER GET BACK IN HER- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HIS LAP?!" A breathless Alfred screeched with anger etched over his face. Yao gave Alfred a boggled look then paled, coming to finally realize he was sitting in Ivan's lap. "N-no! This isn't what it looks lik-"
Alfred cut him off sharply. "I don't wanna hear it! If you're going to sit in his lap then you have to sit in my lap too so it's even!" Yao's face twisted into horror in disgust, wrinkling his button nose at Alfred's demand, he instantly shook his head, turning him down without a second thought. "No way in hell am I sitting on your lap! Ivan was just showing me something, jeez!"
"What, his cock?" Alfred murmured slyly under his breath; Yao heard that. "EXCUSE ME!? OH IT IS ON, ASSHOLE! DON'T THINK JUST BECAUSE I'M SMALL THAT I CAN'T KICK YOUR ASS! AND BEFORE YOU ASK; YES I KNOW MARTIAL ARTS!" Yao roared as he jumped off of Ivan's lap with a red face, glaring black holes into Alfred with fierce brown irises. "W-woah there..calm down little lad- HEY!" Alfred yelped as he barely dodged a brown heel that flew past his face. Ivan grabbed Yao's arm again and took the other shoe he had aimed for Alfred from his hand.
"Yao..please, n-no more fighting..especially not with Alfred, now come on, calm down and ignore him just like everyone else does." Ivan said calmly, setting Yao down in his seat and going to retrieve the heel he just flung across the tightly closed room. He came back and picked up one of Yao's foot, putting the left heel on his left foot, and the right one on his right. Yao blushed for the...what was it? millionth time today and thanked Ivan before standing up again and shoving Alfred roughly with his shoulder. "Well uh...I guess it's time to get ready to lift off..thank you for showing me all of that, Ivan. I appreciate it.." Yao gently closed the door to the cockpit and took in a deep breath, then exhaled before walking back down the aisle and straight to the back of the plane with 3rd class to get situated in his seat, doing a quick check to see if all the passengers had their seat belts on.
"Er..ahemp! Terribly sorry for the delay, folks! We're now back on track and ready for take off, make sure your seat belts are on correctly and hold on tight because; here we goo!" 'Alfred..' Yao thought with a roll of the eyes, did Alfred ever know when to be professional? Yao pushed pass the black curtain so he could make his way back to his seat, ignoring Natalia's piercing glare the best that he could without shivering at her deadly aura. Elizaveta gave Yao a thumbs up as some sort of comfort then signaled for him to take his seat and get ready for the flight; oh how he wished planes were built for land and not air.
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I really did mean to update this earlier but I got side-tracked with another story I was working on and..yeah. As for that question evolving FrUK...I'm not sure..sorry. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, I worked really hard on this((kinda because I typed this really fast because of inspiration and I know there are some spelling errors...I will see to that later once I fix chapter six, sorry!))and forced myself to finish before tonight. And if you didn't catch on yet, Hong Kong is Yao's Ex-boyfriend...I didn't have anyone else and I liked the idea, ok? Thanks for all the reviews, follows, and favorites, I appreciate them greatly! I honestly never thought I'd get anywhere with this but you guys are so supportive and nice, I love you! [': Keep it up with the feedback and constructive criticism.
Till we meet again~! -blows kisses to you all- o3o
