Airline Escapades
Prologue: Can It Possibly Get Any Worse?
Disclaimer: Reynamangga and Rainwood gaze intently at a spinning globe. They chant as if participating in some sort of demonic ritual.
Who owns Inuyasha? Who owns Inuyasha? Who owns Inuyasha?!!
The volume of their cries mounts steadily until the Rainwood, the older of the pair, stabs her finger deep into the cardboardy depths of the cheap globe. The two survey her handiwork: a sizable hole somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, where Japan was once proudly displayed.
Aughhhhhhhh! Wrong hemisphere!
This just goes to show you, the two despairing authoresses do not own Inuyasha. Rumiko Takahashi, from the sizable cardboard hole where Japan was once proudly displayed, does.
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...Last boarding call for flight IY1-7KG15...
Two young men and a shriveled, flea-like geezer lazily made their way through a crowded airport. The first was a tall man with dog-ears. Greedily slurping a bowl of ramen, he viciously pushed, or rather, kicked, a wheelchair bearing the parasitic being. The amount of steam billowing out of the said being's ears and nose increased with each jarring bounce. The other young man held a jangling staff and almost equally jangling earrings. His eyes were closed, giving him the appearance of one deep in thought. Anyone who knew him at all, however, would not need one glance at him to know that his mind was drifting. . .elsewhere.
...I repeat, final boarding call for flight IY1-7KG15 at gate K9..
The man's eyes snapped open. Gate K9- it sounded familiar. He desperately tried to remember what was so important about it but failed miserably. The tall man's strange ears twitched slightly, catching the mumblings of the meditating man, in spite of the constant murmur of the surrounding throng of people. Seeing that his ramen bowl was empty, he tossed it aside, hitting yet another unsuspecting bystander. Ignoring the resulting string of colorful foreign curses, he finally spoke up.
Oi! Miroku! What are you mumbling about now?
Inuyasha, does the phrase gate K9' ring a bell? I believe it holds some significance, but as to what, I can't quite recall...
Inuyasha paused, briefly looking uncharacteristically thoughtful. Nope! I'm not sure when our next flight leaves, but I'm sure there's plenty of time, so I'm going to get another bowl of ramen.
Miroku processed Inuyasha's statement. Perhaps we do have enough time to eat lunch before the departure of our next fli- next flight! Good kami, Inuyasha! That's it! We were supposed to be at gate K9 for that flight IY1-7KG15!
And I care becau... Inuyasha stopped dead in his tracks, but not before giving the wheelchair one last extra-sharp kick.
That was just our final boarding call, too! Miroku looked severely panicked at this point. Quick! If we run as fast as we can, maybe we can still make it!
Come on, Myouga! We gotta go, NOW!!! Uh, Myouga? MYOUGA?!!
Had it not been for Inuyasha's demonic hearing, the wheelchair's feeble squeaking would have escaped them, along with the wheelchair and its occupant.
However. . .
Inuyasha roared, Get back here, you senile idiot! Can't you even stop your stupid wheelchair
Myouga, sir! Grab the wheels!
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Passersby stared in shock at two men and a rogue wheelchair. Hurtling along at steadily increasing speeds, the ancient metal pile on oversized wheels left a trail of bits of wheelchair and spittle in its wake. Blissfully oblivious to the whole situation, the ancient living pile had finally fallen asleep.
They shook it off, returning to random conversations with random companions about random lives. After all, two men running after a snoring old man in a wheelchair that looked like it was about to break wasn't that unusual, was it?
Authors' Note:
*Reynamangga peels Inuyasha's carelessly discarded ramen bowl off of her face*
Ick...what is this and where did it come fro...
*examines a stringy something from the bowl; jumps ridiculously anime-esquely high*
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Rainwood here...Reynamangga and I are co-writing this story since both of us are a little too messed up to tell a story that makes any sense at all without the other person...
I'm proud to say that this *high quality-*
*Reynamangga collapses in a choking fit; Rainwood shoots an icy glare in her general direction*
-story concept is quite mine; it drifted across the universe to reach my open mind (there's my Beatles reference for the day!) in an excessively boring second period class...not so boring anymore!! We've been waiting for this fic to drift from my open mind to Reynamangga's open keyboard and it finally finished drifting now that I'm on Spring Break!
Hope you like the story; there's tons more to come from the weirdish blobs in our heads that serve as brains! Read and review, you know you want to! (wow-that rhymes!)
Cheers! ^_^
