Disclaimer- I don't own Digimon and/or their characters, okie

Disclaimer- I don't own Digimon and/or their characters, okie?

A/n- this was just a sudden spurt of imagination I had.  Anyway, this is Mishirou, or Koushimi, however you want to put it.

Flight #255

~* Tachikawa residence, Mimi's room, Saturday, 8:01 AM *~

Mimi Tachikawa, a girl with radiant star-studded pink hair, tried on another sweater.  "Nah." She decided and tossed the periwinkle blue garment away as she picked up a baby blue one.  "Perfect!" she exclaimed and scribbed a note to her parents:

Mom and Dad,

I'll be leaving for the airport to pick up Koushirou from his flight.  It's due at 9:20 AM.  Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.  I'll probably be back around 11:30 tops.

Luv

Mimi

"There," she propped the pen against the paper and grabbed the keys as she swung open the door and left for the car (a/n- she's not old enough to drive yet, I know, but just bear with me, ok?)

~* Aidane Airlines flight #255, Saturday, 8:02 AM *~

Koushirou Izumi, a young boy with serious black eyes and fiery red hair, typed rapidly on his laptop and wondered about New York.  Will it be crowded and noisy like Yamato said?  Or will it be beautiful and elegant as Sora said?

"Mister?  Hey mister!" a small kiddish voice said from next to Koushirou.

Koushirou turned to see a small girl hugging a stuffed bunny.  He cleared his throat, surprised, "Yes?"

"You look lonely.  Wanna be friends?  My name's Kuri." The little girl smiled, "My mom and dad sent me on a trip to go to gramma's house, they say I'm brave.  Are you brave?"

Koushirou smiled.  "I'm not sure if I'm brave, but you sure are, Kuri."

Kuri grinned.  "Thank you mister.  What's your name?"

"Koushirou." He replied.

"Oh wow!  Both our names start with a 'K'!  That's so cool!" Kuri clapped her hands together, then pointed to Koushirou's laptop.  "Wuzzat?"

"Oh, it's my laptop, kind of like a mini-computer." Koushirou answered, punching the power off button and shutting the laptop off.

"Sugoi!" Kuri squealed and squeezed her bunny rabbit tighter.  Koushirou smiled at her, Little kids are so cute. 

Kuri held out her stuffed toy, "Wanna hug Dreami?"

So the rabbit's name was Dreami.  Cute.  Koushirou thought as he took the bunny and gave its head an awkward little pat.

Arianne Lewis, a young girl returning from her trip to Japan, swung her legs up and down.  She couldn't wait to go home.

A flight attendant was pushing a cart full of drinks around, and she came to a stop in front of Arianne.  "Coke?" the attendant asked politely.

"Sprite, please." Arianne smiled as she read the flight attendant's name tag: Hi!  My name's Ava!

Ava poured the soft drink into a plastic cup and handed it to Arianne, adding, "We'll be landing in about a hour, so don't worry."

Arianne sipped the drink, "Who said I'm worrying?  I love airplanes."

Ava beamed, "Atta girl." And rolled her cart away to some other awaiting passenger.


Shirl Suzuki added one last line to her sketch of the boy sitting beside her.  She had met him just on the flight and already loved him.  His name was Ricky Derago, Latino.  Shirl loved his dark hair and serious face.  They clicked almost immediately, talking about the latest video games and such. 

Ricky grinned at her, "Done yet?"

Shirl blushed, "Yes."

The Mexican boy took the drawing and studied it.  "I look much more handsome than that, don't I?" he laughed and squeezed Shirl's hand, "I love it.  Thanks."

Shirl smiled, "No prob." And she meant it too, spending a hour of the flight just staring at that stunning face and immortalizing it paper had been a hour of heaven.

Ricky admired the drawing again, it was so neatly done, with every last detail of his face etched onto the paper.  He would cherish it forever.  He loved the sketch, just he loved the artist of the sketch. 

Shirl leaned her hand against his shoulder and breathed in his musky scent, "Ricky, we'll be leaving each other soon…in a hour…"

Ricky took her chin in his hand and kissed her forehead.  "It's gonna be cool, chica.  We'll contact each other daily with email, right?"

Shirl nodded, content.

Ava steered the cart into the stewardess's quarters and boiled herself a cup of coffee.  Life as a flight attendant wasn't exactly easy, she had to overcome airsickness.

Well, she shrugged, it was okay, and the pay was good.  So I guess it all works out.

She checked her watch: 8:32 AM.

There was suddenly a little bleep from the speaker on the counter.  Ava turned it on.  It was a message from the pilot, staticky but still translatable: "The plane's facing difficulties—we might have to crash-land someplace…get all passengers to do the safety routine.  Immediately.  The engines are failing."

Ava froze.  There was something in the tone of the pilot's voice that indicated something was wrong.

~* Mimi's car, Saturday, 8:38AM *~

Mimi beeped her horn impatiently—stupid traffic jam!

~* Aidane Airlines, flight #255, Saturday, 8:42AM *~

Ava frantically turned on the microphone and boomed, "All passengers buckle their seat belts!  Bend over and clasp hands over head!"

Her voice echoed throughout the plane and from everywhere passengers struggled to buckle their seat belts and do what Ava said.

Koushirou hurriedly slapped his laptop shut and shoved it in his bag.  Kuri whispered, "What did the lady say?  She sounded upset."

Koushirou knew this routine—the plane was about to crash-land.  He waved Kuri's question aside and reached around her bunny to clasp her seat belt, then he clicked his.  He stroked Kuri's head and said soothingly, "Just bend over and put your hands over your head, okay Kuri?"

Kuri looked bewildered but did as Koushirou said.  A jolt rocked the plane and Kuri began to cry.  Koushirou hugged the tiny girl to him and prayed for the best.

Arianne frantically buckled her seat belt and did as Ava said.  She felt the plane jolt again and she bit her lip.  The plane lurched and people screamed.  Arianne felt herself joining in as the plane began to shake violently—the front part of the plane was spinning up-and-down, like Arianne's legs had did before, only this time it was much more intense. 

"It's not supposed to do that, is it?" Arianne whimpered to herself as the plane plunged down.

Shirl shrieked and Ricky grasped her tightly as the plane spiraled downwards.

Ava hanged on to a piece of jutted out door and braced herself.

~* New York City Airport, Saturday, 8:54AM *~

Mimi looked at the airline schedule: flight #255 will be arriving in about a half hour.

She looked around for a place to sit, and plopped down next to an elderly lady with brown hair graying.  "Hullo, dear.  Are you waiting for someone?" the woman smiled.

Mimi nodded, "Someone on flight #255."

"Oh, are you?  So am I.  My little granddaughter, Kuri, is on there." The woman patted a photo on her lap, "Here's her picture."

Mimi politely took the picture and looked at it; it had a small girl no older than eight on it, smiling at the camera and hugging a little stuffed rabbit.  "Oh she's adorable!" Mimi gushed and handed the photo back to the woman.

"Thank you, and that's her bunny, Dreami." The woman looked at photo lovingly.  "I gave that to her last Christmas."

Mimi smiled.

~* some little field in Maine, Saturday, 9:02AM *~

Koushirou groaned.  Where was he?  Every part of him ached.  He looked down, but looked up almost immediately.  Blood was pouring everywhere.  It was a sight to behold.  His laptop would be ruined almost certainly.  Wait, KURI!  Where was she?  Koushirou tried to turn around, but a piece of metal pressed him to his seat umcomfortably.  "Kuri!" he tried calling out.

"K-Koushirou?" there was a small and frail voice from behind him.  Koushirou sighed, relieved, "You're alright, Kuri!"

"No, I'm not, Koushirou." Kuri whimpered.  "My leg hurts, my arm hurts, every part of my body hurts…I'm bleeding!" Kuri began wailing.

Arianne shook her head—she was alive!  And hardly scratched!  She gazed in wonder at herself—her seat had been launched out of the plane.  She reached out a trembling hand to unbuckle the seat belt and stood up.  She would need to help the others.  There were screams behind her, screams for help, for family.

Arianne shouted back, "I'm coming!" and trotted to the nearest person screaming.  It was a small boy, crying touchingly.  He was lying on his back and there was a piece of white bone sticking out of his leg.  Arianne forced herself not to retch.  She tried to carry the boy, but he screamed.  She thought for a moment, and smoothed the boy's black hair, "Hang on, pal.  I'll get you out later." She was jogging for the nearest house for help.

Ricky felt nothing but pain.  Pain searing up at his spine and pain splitting his skull.  But what about Shirl?  Was she okay?

He tried to call out but nothing came out except a little gasp.  He could see Shirl now.  She was lying a few feet away, lifeless.  Her body was charred black, and he could see why.  Flames were darting around her, swallowing her up.  Fire.

There was fire nearby.  And the fire would get him too, just like it got Shirl.

Ava stumbled up.  Blood was everywhere, on her navy blue stewardess suit and on her head.  It was a miracle she was still alive, for blood was spurting out everywhere.  She staggered up and found that she was surrounded by wreckage and fire…and people, both dead and alive.

~* New York City Airport, Saturday, 9:35AM *~

Mimi tapped her foot impatiently; why was the plane delayed?  The woman sitting beside her was glancing at her watch worriedly, "What if there was a plane crash?"

"Nonsense!" Mimi cried, she didn't even want to consider such a thought right now.

A/n- that's chapter one of "Flight #255"!  Please review and tell me what you think.  Wait for ch. 2 okay?

Later dayz

CyberSerpent .~

PS. I made a cute little Digimon comic strip when Miyako comments on Daisuke's hairdo and drags Hikari into giving him a new hairstyle!  It's hilarious in my opinion, my sister's opinion, and Animae*s Flame opinion (right?), so email me at DigimonGoddess@aol.com if you want it!