"We can always turn back, guys!"
Ryou cried, Bakura shook his head.
"The decision has been made, and the tickets are already paid for, we are going."
"Calm down, Ryou, you have us."
Marik told his worrisome friend. Ryou calmed a bit and looked to Yugi who nodded his head to him. Ryou nodded and nervously smiled at him.
Yugi felt a large weight hit him upon entering the plane.
What will Grandpa think?
He asked himself. His grandfather had been called to America for a mission, and would be back for weeks. Marik signalled him to sit down because the plane was going to start taking off. Yugi sat and looked back at his home city. It had been where he grew up, and now he was leaving it behind.
"Yugi?"
Ryou asked him nervously, catching the sadness in his friends eyes.
"It's ok, Ryou, I'll be fine."
Yugi didn't look back at the city after that.
The plane was quite noisy, full of screaming babies, the man shouting at the flight attendant just in the seat behind Yugi. Bakura's eye twitched in irritation, internally wishing he could kill everyone on that plane. Ryou held him back while whisper soft words to him. Melvin was occupied asking his lookalike about France and it's "delicious" history. Yugi looked out the window, not even bothering to look at the person behind him. He sighed.
"I feel ya."
The guy next to him said, Yugi turned to face him.
"Oh, sorry."
The guys said apologetically in his American accent.
"I'm Connor."
Yugi stayed silent.
Why is he talking to me?
He thought to himself. He looked over to the seat in front of him to see Marik motioning for him to answer.
"Motou."
Marik facepalmed.
Idiot! Tell him your first name too.
"Motou?- oh, your surname."
Connor said.
"I almost forgot you Japanese call each other by your last names."
"Only friends and family call us by our first names."
Yugi told him lightly. Connor nodded in understanding.
"Hey!"
Connor changed the subject.
"What are you going to be doing in France? I work there, I only came to Japan for a report."
Yugi looked at him confused.
Why does he want to know that?
He decided it wouldn't hurt to tell part of the truth.
"A fresh start."
"Makes sense. Why France though?"
It was now Melvin's turn to turn to the two.
"For the oh so wonderful and delicious history."
"Ooo! That makes sense. French food is delicious, and the history of French gourmet is fascinating!"
Connor smiled, just about to go ranting about French culture.
"What about the torture?"
Melvin asked, licking his lips.
Connor flinched back and looked at the man in horror. He dry swallowed looking nervous.
"Well, torture hasn't been used in France for a long time, but the history is a great way to learn about French culture too."
Melvin's face out up even more.
"You know more about it? Tell! Me! Everything!"
Connor flinched once again.
"That's enough, Melvin! You're scaring the poor guy."
Marik told the psychotic man, pulling him back down to the seat.
"He's interesting."
Connor said terrified.
"He usually is."
Yugi smiled at him.
Bakura, who was sitting across from them spotted the smile and nudged Ryou and motioned to the two. Ryou bounced in excitement.
"I haven't seen you smile like that in ages, Yugi. Thank you so much, strange dude, you just saved his life."
Yugi blushed madly in embarrassment. Yugi felt Connor stare down at him, who grinned.
"I'm glad I could help you with your smile."
Yugi blushed more.
"Would you like to get a coffee once we get to France? I'll pay."
Connor looked at the boy expectantly.
"That's, sounds nice. Yeah, I'll go get coffee with you."
Marik and Ryou smiled to each other, happy their friend was much happier the farther away from Yami he was.