Ok, so I'd like to apologize for not updating for so long. There was a series of events that lead to this:
1. I got a new computer and it didn't have Word, so I couldn't write at all.
2. I recently got a drawing tablet, so I put all my effort into drawing something called "Project Prisoner".
3. My week sucked like fuck.
4. I just like the number four. And I got Word on my computer yesterday.
Extra: I don't like number 5, so I decided to call it extra. I was working on another series (dunno if it's gonna be DGM yet) about a disapperance and the quest to find that missing person. Doesn't sound like much, but I think it's a pretty good story. I might concentrate on it after this one, though. I also have another story on hold called Project WE WHICH IS NOT COPIED OFF OF MY FAVORITE ARTIST YUUMEI. It's called that because it's the World's End...for who, that is the question ;)
So forgive me. I bow. I kowtow. I...SHUFFLE BITCHES. EVERY DAY AHM SHUFFLIN~
Sorry.
"We'll get there by tomorrow, so hang tight. You shouldn't have too much of a hassle since Kanda's going to be the special patient," Rinali sighed as Bak Chang mumbled about being fine without them. Miranda, Crowley and Lavi both crammed Kanda, Tewaku, and Allen's bags into the trunk of the car.
"I should be back at around twelve. I'll drop these three off at the airport and come back pronto," Bak called to Lavi who questioned his timing of return. Rinali took the trembling, nervous Miranda's hand and guided her back safely into the house.
"Got Mugen?" Kanda groaned, still drowsy from the medication he received.
"You'd kill me with your bare hands, even in your wounded state if I didn't. You think I forgot it?"
He grunted in satisfaction.
Kanda was the "special patient". Renny Epstain of the USSS, the head of the Medical Division, was also the head of the L.A. Medical Institution and had gotten Allen, Kanda, and Tewaku the back corner of the plane they would be riding due to the fact that Kanda was heavily injured. His infected wound had been cleansed, but it wasn't fully healed, so he was the patient who had gotten permission from the hospital to have an emergency flight to Japan for surgery. It was only a corner, but it was enough space for Tewaku to nurse Kanda and for Kanda to lie down without a problem.
Kanda grumbled about being fine and not needing it, but Renny had insisted and now here he was, with the idiot who caused the mess and the doctor who would help him, running away from the commotion to avoid being detected with a tail between his legs.
He really fucking hated this.
The drive to the Los Angeles International Airlines was very awkward. Bak, who broke out in hives whenever he was nervous, was trembling and breaking out again at the wheel.
"So…"
He tried to ignore Tewaku's iPhone's game sound effects next to him as he looked into the mirror, "…How's your shoulder holdin' up, Kanda?"
"Shut the hell up. I'm not a bean sprout, I can handle this much," Kanda snapped, making Bak break out in more hives and the albino next to him flinch.
Normally, Allen would have retorted for Bak, but he was feeling much too guilty to say anything against the Japanese CROW.
After another half hour of Tewaku's iPhone making sword-swishing noises, she sighed and locked the phone, "I don't think this is going to work."
"What?" Bak asked, glad to break the awkward silence.
"I'm talking about you, Kanda and Allen. Honestly, I'm madder at Kanda at the moment for blowing up the stage rather than Allen, but both of you are at fault. You two need to start talking and apologizing or this mission won't ever be completed."
"I don't give a shit. I'm not going trust a vegetable again," the black-haired man spat.
Tewaku snapped her head back and growled, "Yuu fucking Kanda. I don't give a rat's ass about what you don't give a shit about. Even if you don't mean it, you two better start talking or I'll reopen that wound of yours and pour salt on it."
The three men grimaced at the prospect of having salt rubbed on such a deep wound.
"Fuck yeah for female independence," Tewaku smirked mentally.
Allen shifted in his seat uncomfortably, "…So…"
Despite being Mr. Bigshot, Kanda was terrified of Tewaku's threat. From what he read of her file, she really would do such a thing, tending to the shoulder after the pain had gone away. And what he knew of salt on raw flesh, it burned like shit in flames.
"…Tch…" he clicked his tongue in distain. Allen's already dangerously-low level of self-esteem dropped to the ninth level of Hell.
"So…I'm really…really sorry…"
"…Tch."
Aaaand it departed to the tenth level.
"Kanda, you have to understand my perspective…"
Kanda whipped his head around and growled, "Ya know what, bean sprout? SHUT UP. I got it, you're sorry! I might forgive, but I'm not going to forget!"
Allen stared, dumbfounded while Bak's hives went down and Tewaku whistled, "Well, that's better, now isn't it?"
"Miss Augen? Yes, your verification has been approved by the Los Angeles Medical Institute. Please just sign this card and you and your patient will be able to board, along with your patient's cousin."
Tewaku dropped her bag and pulled out a pen. She rapidly signed scribbles onto the card.
"…Seems legit," the servicewoman thought as she filled out the airline information.
"Thank you, Nurse Cynthia Augen, Mister Sebastian Johnson, and Mister Rue Kurosaki. Your flight is at gate 13 and will be departing in half an hour. You may be seated earlier in sector three of the plane. Thanks for flying at the Gelta Airlines!"
Tewaku and Allen picked up their fake passports and IDs as they took Kanda in his wounded glory and dragged him with his gurney back into the van.
"Well, that went well, didn't it?" Bak gave a small grin as Allen placed the laying agent back in the van.
"Hooray for the medical sector of the airlines," the nurse deadpanned as she slammed the front car door shut and clicked on her seatbelt, "And thank god Renny had a nurse identity for me."
Bak sighed as he turned the car out the back and drove for another few minutes before coming to the side of the airport, "Here's your stop. Allen, you're gonna sit with Terry and Kanda, but you need to board like a normal citizen, so here's the pass and show it to a flight attendant to get to sector three. Terry and Kanda are gonna be there, so hang tight. We'll meet at the tourist front of the Forbidden City in China and we'll start the next assassin there, kay? Until then, you guys are gonna be staying at the CSS. Alright?"
"Got it," Allen nodded as he jumped off the van with his bags and fake passport.
He heard a small, "Tch…brat…" before he left, but ignored it.
"The info for this kid is gone," Tyki laughed humorlessly, "This Allen Walker kid. He's been deleted by the government themselves."
"Well, whoever this kid is, he probably knows the password to the AKUMA virus," Lulu Bell deadpanned as she flipped a page of the magazine she was reading, "And stop being so loud. This may be a private jet, but your voice is a tad bit irritating."
"Sorry," Tyki shrugged, "But…about Jasdevi…"
"The two are dead and we're in mourning. I thought we already established that," she replied apathetically as she read in Korean about a scandalous drug intake by a famous Korean artist, "The two are history and why the hell we should care, I don't know."
Tyki frowned, "You don't seem to like anyone. I honestly thought they were pretty good kids. By the way, they left me two messages before the concert."
Lulu looked up from her glossed photo of a new fashion by G-Market, "What?"
He pulled out an iPhone and tapped a few buttons on it before handing it to the woman who sat across from him, "Here. That's the first message."
It was a faintly blurred picture of Jasdevi with their makeup on backstage: wut do ya think? we b rollin, they hatin~
Lulu snorted as she pressed the next button. Her facial expression went from "are you kidding me?" to serious:
hey tii~
we have a rat in our concert.
ill tell u all bout it l8r ttyl
"…But they didn't come back, did they?" the Portuguese man chuckled.
Lulu went back to the first message, "They looked very happy here…"
He raised a brow when she squinted her eyes at the phone, "What's the matter?"
Lulu Bell turned the phone to him, "Is it just me, or do you see a small face in the background? White hair? Small? Looks twelve?"
Tyki squinted at the picture, "Well, whattya know…their rat must have been a minor."
Allen squirmed in his seat as the flight attendant announced, "We are now departing Los Angles, California, United States. We are going to Tokyo, Japan. Please remain seated until the pilot announces otherwise and thank you for flying Gelta Airlines!"
"Stop squirming, bean sprout. You might as well start doing the bean sprout dance in the middle of the plane.
Allen paled at the thought of doing the ridiculous bean sprout dance, a gag dance that was popular in South Korea at the moment.
"Wait, how do you know about the dance? You don't seem like the type to watch those variety shows," the albino muttered back.
"What? It's an actual dance? Fuck, I just made that up."
Tewaku sighed as she pulled the curtains around the corner of the section so that they had been separated from the others, "Will you two shut up? My head hurts like a bitch, more than it did before…and no Allen, it's not a concussion. I'm a trained doctor, I've checked myself. I just have a headache because of you two and it's worse now that I got a blow to my head."
Allen flinched and silented after giving her a concerned look.
In over five hours, the plane was well overhead and according to the small screen on Allen's chair, it was over the Pacific and was nearing Asia, "Hey Kanda, we're over Japan. Say hi out the window!"
He got a beautiful view of Kanda's middle finger sticking in his face.
Tewaku was already asleep on her chair while Kanda had sat up and was reading a small book in Japanese. Allen, feeling as awkward as he did with nothing to serve for entertainment but the screen of his chair, he decided to go ask a stewardess for a few bowls of ramen. He was starving.
"I'm out."
Kanda grunted in reply.
"What is he, a Neanderthal?" Allen rolled his eyes as he pushed away the pink curtain and made his way to the second sector of the plane. He saw a stewardess on standby and decided to ask her for his meal.
"Excuse –"
A thick hand grabbed his shoulder and throat from behind him and pulled him back into the rough embrace of a stranger whose voice seemed to grin, "Hello, Daniel. Have you seen that friend of yours? What was his name? Haru Ryuzaki?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Allen whispered firmly.
He gave a roar of a laugh that make the passengers of the plane jump, "What? You guys obviously killed Jasdevi!"
The man got up and screamed with a grip on Allen's throat and another on a small wooden gun, "I'm hijacking this shit!"
OH NOES.
BTW, Lulu was reading a magazine about G-Dragon (mah favorite rapping and singing and dancing and cuteness and sexiness prodigy). He recently had a scandal where he smoked a cigar that a random person in a party in Japan offered him and out of courtesy, he smoked two or three puffs, but threw it down the drain afterwards because it smelled funny, like my room after a ramen feast. Well, it turned out to be marajiuana and now he's suspended which sucks because I've waited too long for his solo album that was gonna come out this month! Oh well. Even though he's my bias, he should have learned to say no.
And G-Market is basically like G-Dragon's store. It's a home-shopping online catalog that has nearly everything - from kitchenware to clothes. Most of the clothes is based on GD's fashion (though a bit toned down because his fashion is ridiculous) and his OMG-Market commericals are adorable! My cousin likes to order clothes from G-Market :D
And the bean sprout dance...if your look it up with a Korean pop band called B1A4, they do this ridiculous dance called the bean sprout dance and the first thing I thought was "ALLEN WALKER DANCE." Yes, I have a lot of references to Korea. I'm Korean. Sorry. But the gang's gonna end up in Korea for some time, so better be prepared.
LAST THING: Gelta. Gelta Airlines. Obviously a hint at a specific airline that took me to Korea for vacation and had horrible food. I changed the name because...I dunno. VOCALOID did it in Luka/Gackpo's song "Go Google It" to "ggrk". Speaking of Gackpo, HE LOOKS LIKE KANDA ITS SO BEAUTIFUL HE MUST BE KANDA AND ALLEN'S LOVE CHILD OR SOMTHING...Yullen moment, sorry.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT. I'M SO PROUDDDD
I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU x100000 to the 10000000000000000000th power~
