Hey! Hiroko Hana here with a new chapter! I know what you're thinking; "So soon Hiro-sama?" WELL I'M INSPIRED, DAMN IT! But sadly this is a rather short chapter like my last one that will probably answer NOT A SINGLE question.

Speaking of questions, I'd like to give a shout out to one of my readers, Ashlyn, who sent a review in my last chapter that left me rolling with laughter. Let me answer all your questions with one sentence: That's for me to know and you to sweat!

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Chapter 10: A Jolly Good Time

"I don't understand what is going on," Fang admitted as they exited the taxi cab in front of the LAX, "We're getting you on a plane," Ace said casually as she adjusted her rather stylish sunglasses, "But I thought we still didn't have enough money," Fang eyebrows furrowed in general confusion, "That doesn't matter! The only thing that matters is getting you bitches through airport security…" Ace mumbled and snickered. Fang bit his lower lip. This was going to be fun…

As they entered the airport Ace immediately shuffled through the crowd with ease, her swaying hips parting the crowd like the Red Sea. Fang loved to watch those hips move, they were so enticing, and much larger than Max's hips—Fang cut off his thought process, he couldn't honestly be getting distracted like this right now when they're trying to escape imminent danger.

Ace led trio up to the counter where tickets are purchased. "Three tickets for the soonest flight to Moscow, Russia!" she said—demanded, more like it. The woman on the other side of the counter peered up at Ace with some disgust. "ID please,"

"Allow the adult, missy," Prince said almost condescendingly and Ace nearly growled at him as he stepped forward. Fang grabbed Ace's arm as she fell back to him, "Three tickets? You guys are coming with?"

"Yeah, why not, don't you enjoy our company?" she asked innocently with an added delicate bat of her eyelashes. Somehow, this caught Fang off guard, "Uh… I mean, yes, but—"

"Besides, with all the fucking Eraser attacks Prince and I can't hang around California, we might as well go with—and I wanna meet this Max character," she grinned devilishly and Fang paled. Oh, god… Max is going to flay him where he stands if she finds out about him and Prince… and with the red hair and Ace's amazing figure, Max will hate Ace by default, he just knew it. Something tells him he's headed for an extremely uncomfortable time. But there was no way he was arguing with Ace.

After a few moments more Prince turned around, "Alright, the plane is taking off in half an hour, let's get moving through security." Quite reluctantly, Fang moved through the heavy crowd, and every time someone bumped him he felt himself getting closer and closer to snapping. To be squished in such small spaces killed him, it took everything he had to not scream "PERSONAL SPACE" and leap into the air. Sometime through this chaos Prince had obviously taken notice and snuck his hand into Fang's and gave him a reassuring squeeze.

Fang looked up in surprise to see Prince smiling warmly, "Breathe, moya dorogaya," he said, and what he spoke sounded like Russian. The bastard spoke Russian. And the worst part is; Fang had not a clue as to what the older boy said! But it still reassured him. Fang inhaled deeply and began to count as they passed through the last part of the crowd before falling into the TSA line where he really began to breathe.

Marching up and down the line was a rather pot-bellied security guard, dressed in a usual uniform but with a very noticeable cowboy hat. "Ladies and gentleman! Please remove all shoes, belts, hats, electronics, and empty your pocket and place all items on the belt please!" he said with a thick southern accent, and although he said please—twice—you could tell he was really saying; "you're all fucking worthless and must listen to me." Ah, American security.

Lucky for Fang, when the three had escaped the apartment, Fang was able to find a spot to put some clothes on since he jumped out of a window in nothing but boxers. And even better, it wasn't Prince's clothing, so they fit well.

The three distributed their items amongst the small bins on the moving belt, and also dropped their backpacks to run through the x-ray machine. Ace stepped through the metal detecting machine first and the machine beeped. Fang bit his lip, worried that the terrifying girl might have a knife or something on her person. She only laughed and pulled out a pair of earrings Fang hadn't noticed before and went through the machine again without a single noise.

"Thank you, miss," said the woman guarding the machine and Ace gathered her things. Next was Prince; he went in and out without a problem, even gave the woman a flirty wink but she only returned that with an annoyed roll of her eyes. At this point Fang felt a little confident that he'd make it through just fine, but as soon as he walked through the metal detecting machine it practically honked at him. Immediately Fang patted himself down, not knowing what he could possibly have had that the machine would detect.

"Step forward sir," the guard woman said and Fang swallowed as he stepped forward and the woman pulled out a hand held metal detector and began to hover it over is body, starting from his right side and moving to his left. As soon as it reached his left hip the detector beeped, Fang held back a groan. The woman patted down his side and paused, feeling around his pocket. Before Fang knew it she fished her hand through his pocket and pulled out some spare change Fang didn't remember putting in his brand new pants. "Step through the metal detector again, please."

Fang backed up and went through, and sure enough, there wasn't a noise. Fang tried to not to seem like he looked relieved, as if he might have been up to something. The last thing he wants is someone to feel up his wings. "Move along, thank you," the woman said and Fang quickly gathered his belongings.

Ace patted Fang on the back as they regrouped, "You okay there, bitch?" she grinned and then it clicked. Fang glared, "You put that change in my pocket, didn't you?"

"Bingo!" Ace cackled loud enough for most of the crowd to look up curiously. "That wasn't funny."

"You're pretty damn tight right now," Ace smiled, poking Fang's rib. Prince cut in between the two, "Can we get to the terminal, please?"

"Yes," Fang grumbled, not wanting to be around all these people, it's bad enough he's going to be stuff in a metal tin can with a bunch of people anyway.

So the trio trekked on, and waited almost too long due to a flight delay but finally boarded it did take some of Prince's brute strength to shove their three backpacks in the luggage hold above head, but all ended well. The boys sat together, and Ace alone a few rows up.

Fang released a heavy sigh as he settled into his seat, and without a moments rest, Prince turned to him and said, "You have PTSD, don't you?"

"What? Why would you say that?"

"Well, you're frazzled and anxious in crowds or tight spaces, and you get incredibly jumpy." Fang's expression softened a bit with thought, "Strange that you noticed; I was sure I concealed my emotions well during that whole time…"

"I grew up with closed books, I needed to learn to read through the covers," Prince said casually, taking Fang's hand and squeezing it like he had much earlier before. "But it's okay, I like being able to read you, you're the most interesting book I've ever opened," he smiled in a strange way that Fang couldn't read, which was frustrating since Prince just spent the time talking about seeing through people, so it seemed unfair that Fang couldn't see through him.

Just as the flight attendant walked by Prince had dipped down and took Fang's lips with his. Not only was the lovely young flight attendant surprised, but so was Fang. Both the young woman's and Fang's cheeks dyed a bright shade of crimson. With a rather dumbfounded giggle, the flight attendant cleared her throat and Prince pulled away, as if he were "surprised" she was there. "I'm sorry, but no PDA during the flight," she said shyly, her face still bright right. Prince nodded, "My apologies," he smiled and she giggled, "Um... yeah!" she still giggled as she walked on.

"I can't tell if you did that on purpose or not," Fang said, unable to scowl, his heart pattering like rain on a window pane, his head feeling light even though he breathed properly through the kiss. Prince grinned devilishly, "That's for me to know and you to sweat," and with that, Prince caught another kiss, but this one was swift and only a moment long.

Fang sighed a sigh of mixed emotions as he settled into his seat, actually trying to keep his light head from making him giggle. The day Fang giggles, is the day the world ends, and if Max does her job, that shouldn't happen.

The plane ride had gotten bumpier and bumpier the farther they flew and Fang was hating it, it was far more relaxing when you're flying by your own means then with these metal death traps. The Flock will never know, but Fang hated stuff like this so, so bad. Fang could see Ace stand up and trot back to them with a shit-eating grin, "Hey, guys, enjoying the flight?"

"Not the best one I've been on," Prince shrugged sincerely and Ace cackled, "I'm totally freaking the fuck out on the inside!" she said almost hysterically. Suddenly over the intercom an attendant's soft voice buzzed to life. "Due to extreme weather, the plane will be stopping in London, England until things blow over."

A good amount of groaning and complaining rose up amongst the passengers. But on the inside, Fang was thankful. "Well, looks like we'll be held up in jolly ole England," Prince stated and Ace scoffed, "Oh, god, I hope no one recognizes me!" she laughed before walking back to her seat. "What does she mean by that?" Fang asked and Prince only chuckled, "Trouble."

"We apologize for the layover; the plane is schedule to depart in seven hours, but please, enjoy yourselves while we're in England!" said the flight attendant as people dispersed. Fang, Prince, and Ace waited to leave last. "Well, this might be a fucked up trip, but at least we're away from those Erasers!" Ace pointed out, "What do you guys want to do while we're here? We've got seven hours and it's six in the morning in UK time," Prince said. "I need to find some wi-fi, there's something I need to do," Fang said and Ace and Prince glanced at each other. "McDonald's?" they suggested.

So there they were, with a monumental amount of food, sitting in a booth in the back of a McDonalds. Fang pulled his laptop out of his backpack and opened it up, the screen lighting up blue as it turned on. "What're you doing?" Ace asked with a full mouth, duel wielding Double Quarter Pounders. "Checking my blog—"

Fang didn't have a chance to finish his sentence as Ace fell into laughter. "You have a blog?"

"Yes… it's very successful actually; I have a huge fan base,"

"I never took you for the trendy type… what do you write about?"

"My adventures with my Flock," Fang said as he logged in. Immediately he set a message up to Max.

Max,

I'm on my way to Russia, I'm in Europe now but I'm going to need your exact location. I should be in Moscow tomorrow—if things go well, that is. You won't believe how I got the money to get here, and I'll probably have to explain a lot… let's just say we have guests.

Sincerely, Fang.

And the message was sent. "Contacting Max?" Prince asked as he leaned over Fang's shoulder. Fang could feel Prince's warmth and almost wanted to lean it to it, but he held back and cleared his throat. "Yeah, I'm hoping she'll find internet soon and we can put together a rendezvous,"

"I can't wait to meet her," Ace said, somehow as she drank her cola. "Yeah…" Fang said, almost awkwardly. Prince raised an eyebrow but said nothing. "So what are we doing after this?" Prince inquired and Ace snorted, "Uh, we're in London, England! Obviously, we're going shopping!"

Prince laughed and rolled his eyes, "Of course, I'm guessing you want a headband that you'll probably use as a shirt, right?"

"Right," Ace grinned. "Well then, Fang, would you like to take a trip around the shops?"

"I can live with that." Fang said, glancing down at his laptop, wondering what Max was up to right now.

Sora: HA! THIS IS FILLER! XD

Hiroko: No it isn't! It's perfectly plot shifting!

Sora: And no yaoi, I was strongly expecting a lemon.

Hiroko: Oh don't worry! There is plenty of that to come! In very near chapters actually.

Sora: You're only saying that in hopes I'll give out spoilers so you have an excuse to yell at me, aren't you?

Hiroko: …

Sora: …

Hiroko: … No.

Sora: You dirty liar.

Hiroko: R&R! *Ninja vanish*