Airline Escapades

Chapter 3: Finally on a Plane



Disclaimer: Our two favorite authoresses are sitting in a flowery garden. Ah, Rainwood. It's such a beautiful day, don't you think? Hey! Look at all of these flowers! This gives me an idea. . .

Oh, great. What is it now, Reynamangga?

Watch me in my brilliant glory and see! Reynamangga said this as she picked up a six-petaled daisy. Ok, it's a six-petaled daisy. Now watch me as I start. Reynamangga pulled a petal out. We own Inuyasha.

Flower killer, muttered Rainwood.

What was that? Reynamangga brandished a sharp pair of garden shears.

Nothing, nothing at all.

Alrighty then. Now I'll continue. We don't own Inuyasha. Reynamangga pulled out another petal, leaving four in. Oh, crap! Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, crap! If I continue like this, I'll end on We don't own Inuyasha!'

Hm. You're right. Rainwood bent over and studied the poor, mangled flower. You should've started on We don't own Inuyasha.'

Oh, wait. I'll just pull out two petals this time! Reynamangga viciously ripped out two petals.

No! Don't cheat! Here, start over. This one has five petals. Rainwood, handed Reynamangga another daisy. Just make sure you start on We own Inuyasha.'

I know, I know! We own Inuyasha, we don't own Inuyasha. We own it, we don't. WE OWN INUYASHA! Reynamangga thrust her fist into the air triumphantly, but then stopped mid-punch Holy crap. Tell me another petal did not just grow on there...

--~--


Well, we'll probably see you guys on the plane, so you don't hafta worry about never seeing us again. Shippo's head bobbed up and down in a way strikingly similar to Myouga's seizures.

Feh! You don't seriously think I would want to see you again, do you? I pity the poor person who's gonna be stuck next to you, brat. How long is the flight? Fifteen hours? I doubt they'll make it out alive! While Inuyasha did feel some sympathy for whoever sat next to Shippo, he was also inwardly thanking some high-up and mystical deity for not forcing him to deal with Shippo any longer.

Speaking of seating arrangements, where will you three be sitting? Sango, who had recovered from her earlier state of shock and fury, made an attempt to steer the conversation away from what she knew would soon be another Shippo-cries-to-Kagome-who-then-kills-Inuyasha type of thing.

I will be in seated in 9-F. Miroku pulled a slip of paper from one of his many pockets.

Excited, Shippo opened up one of the compartments in Kagome's yellow backpack to retrieve his ticket and found, wonder of wonders--`

--nothing. Shippo cocked his head in confusion before snapping his fingers and opening the zippered pouch right next to it to find--

--a couple cloves of garlic, a cross, a pointy wooden stick, mummified remains of some sort of animal's foot, and a rubber chicken. Something told him that his ticket was not one of the aforementioned items, so he unzipped the next pocket of the backpack, beginning to panic. In it he found--

--several plastic-wrapped tubes and squishy somethings (Rainwood: Reynamangga was adamant about Shippo's finding Kagome's *cough* feminine *cough* products. . . it wasn't me, ok?!!). The young boy was hyperventilating now, knowing that he could not board the plane without a ticket.
Kagome! I can'tfindmyticketIdidn'tmean *deep breath* toloseitreallyI *really deep breath* didn'twhatarewegoingtodo? *even deeper breath* pleaseohpleaseohpleaseohpleasedon'tbeangry!!!!!

What was that, Shippo? I'm sorry, but I can't understand you when talk so quickly. Oh yeah, and your ticket says you sit in row 11, seat B. That's in business class, right behind the wall between the business and first classes. Kagome waved a slip of paper nearly identical to Miroku's in her right hand. Poor Shippo never realized she had been holding it the entire time.

Inuyasha looked at his ticket, straining to read the stupidly small type on the bottom of his. My ticket says I'm going to sit in seat 11-C. . .oh, crap.

--~--

Somewhere high-up and mystical, a deity smiled, partially because of his own sick and twisted humor, and partially because his latest action gave him more chances to mess with the lives of several pathetic mortals. It was too bad that he had to mess up the poor man's next fifteen hours; he had rather liked being thanked and praised.

--~--

The group ignored Inuyasha's amazing vocabulary. It was amazing how quickly they all became desensitized to his display of expletive language. Kagome and Sango began to lead Shippo to the ramp connecting the airport to the airplane before Kagome suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Shippo? It can get really chilly on those planes. You sure you don't want to put on a sweater or something before we get on?

Shippo shook his head vigorously. No, thank you. Anyway, it's never chilly on airplanes. Just brisk.

What's the diff, kid? Inuyasha halted his muttered stream of swear words.

Actually, according to the Tenth Edition Merriam-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary, brisk, adj., means fresh and invigorating, whereas chilly, adj., mean noticeably cold. Sango was quite surprised to find that she wasn't the only person who had oh-so-helpfully recited from the Tenth Edition Merriam-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary. She and Miroku looked at each other, mouths agape.

Shortly afterwards, the annoying monotone voice came over the loudspeaker again. It directed the male passengers to line up on one side of the room and the female passengers to line up on the other side for a security check. The group separated. Sango and Kagome were allowed skip the line since they were stewardesses. They brought Shippo with them.

Um, Sango? Kagome nudged Sango as they passed the front of the lines. Why are the females being frisked by a man, and the males by a woman? Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?

Yeah you're right...Oh, I get it, I bet they switched for the guy-frisker. At Kagome's shocked expression, Sango cocked her head at him. No, I don't think it's for perverted reasons, he was probably uncomfortable feeling men up...listen.

Wow, that combinathon of jeanth and thatin ith thimply thuper-lithouth! The man was happily chatting away with the women as he worked...

--~--


How advantageous this is for us! Do you realize that this means the person who does the male patdown will be a woman? Maybe she will be an attractive female, or even better, an attractive female looking for an intelligent man, or. . . Miroku grew starry-eyed as his imagination galloped off into the wild.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes and kicked Miroku in the shins. Sometimes Miroku was almost as bad as Myouga. Speaking of Myouga. . .

--~--

Sleeping Fruity had awoken, ready to wreak havoc on the peaceful world. He was currently ogling the man patting down the women. Actually, he looked a little like Fabio. . .


--~--

Inuyasha, with Miroku and Myouga in tow behind him, craned his neck to try and see how far from the front of the line they were. Other than Shippo, the fact that he had barely known him for five hours notwithstanding, and Sesshoumaru, there was nothing he hated more than standing in lines. Especially seemingly endless lines where freaky people patted you down once you got to the beginning. Luckily for Inuyasha, he discovered that he was next up. Unluckily for Inuyasha, he recognized the person doing the frisking.

La?! You again? Oh, how wonderful! There stood Yura, in all of her five-sizes-too-small-uniform glory.


--~--

A severe-looking woman shot a disapproving glare in the direction of a young man with dog-ears. She looked like she had been very pretty at one time, but dashed it all by over-tanning herself into a leather shoe. It wasn't the dog-ears that bothered her, though. In fact, someone she once knew had dog-ears, too. The thing that was annoying her was his girlish shrieking. The fact that everyone within a five-yard-radius was now covered in his ripped out silver hair wasn't that great either.

Honestly, if he needed to have a mental breakdown, he could at least have had it somewhere else. And he could take that sick man in the broken whatever-that-was with him.

Sometimes she wondered why she was a teacher. How could she possibly have liked kids and teenagers? They were just so annoying, except for the adorable kindergarten boy she once taught. The sweet boy was actually the one with the strange but still very cute dog ears. The woman sighed, getting lost in her memories.


--~--


What the heck are you doing here?! I thought I was rid of you! Hey! And aren't guys supposed to be frisked by other guys? For the millionth time that day, Inuyasha had an unholy freakout.

Miroku meekly peeked around Inuyasha to see what the matter was. He immediately wished he hadn't.

Feigning indignance, Yura replied, From the way you said that, I almost thought you didn't like me! What a pity. And you have such beautiful hair. . .oh well, I guess it's not that bad. I mean, I guess I really wouldn't want a man who wanted to be frisked by another guy.

Inuyasha looked affronted. What the--! I'm not gay! That's him. Inuyasha tossed his head back in the direction of Myouga. I just don't like having sluts crawling all over me.

La! How dare you call me a slut! This time Yura did not feign indignance. She gave her tiny skirt a rather large upwards flick.

Miroku decided that now was probably a good time to break them up. He cleared his throat.

Perhaps we should put a rest to this argument and continue with the security check. He gestured to the murderous line behind him. There are people behind us and they are becoming quite impatient.

With a sullen look, Yura grudgingly made Inuyasha take off his shoes and stand on the stool. She ran her hands quickly over Inuyasha's body. The poor man looked ready to barf when she lingered just south of his belt. Finally, Miroku decided to save Inuyasha once more. It is highly unprobable that anyone would store firearms in his undergarments (Yura: Is that a gun in your boxers/briefs or are you just happy to see me?) . . . assuming, of course, that he's wearing under-

Shut up, monk-boy!

May I remind you that I am not a monk. . . far from it, in actuality. . . I am merely interested in theology and higher philosophies. As Buddha once said, Our theories of the eternal are as valuable as those that a chick which has not broken its way through its shell might form of the outside world.'

What's that supposed to mean?

Why, absolutely nothing!! Eh, I mean, unless you have the proper spiritual training, of course. . .

Yura observed the entire discourse amusedly. She shook her head in a confused manner and continued to frisk Inuyasha with vigor. This reminded Miroku of his original purpose. You have been performing your security check on Inuyasha for the past five minutes. Is it quite necessary for you to continue, my good lady?

Yura nodded and licked her lips at him. Yes. I'm all done with him. It's your turn now, cowboy.

Miroku suddenly realized that in rescuing Inuyasha, he had signed his own death warrant.

Did she just call me a c. . . co. . . cowboy?!!

Surely you do not think me so suspicious a character that you would need to frisk me, do you? Miroku choked.

La? I have to. It's my job. Oh, don't look like that. I think it could be a very. . . enjoyable. . . experience.

Wincing, Miroku closed his eyes and took a deep breath before stepping onto the plastic stool.

Clear mind. . . control breathing. . . inhale, exhale. . . in, out. . .

Poor Miroku. All of his efforts to transcend the tortures crashed and burned as Yura rubbed his chest and made not-so-random exclamations.

Your pecs are so firm. La! You have quite a six pack. . .

Miroku had just narrowed his epitaph choices down to six or seven when Myouga began to have another seizure, successfully distracting Yura with vile drool sprays.

La! What a disgusting man! Get him away from me! Yura had literally jumped onto Miroku, shrieking. Under normal circumstances, Miroku would not have complained about having women hanging off of him. However, having the Yura vamp on him wasn't exactly normal circumstances.

Oh, he's too old and senile to be dangerous. Here, just go through already, old man. She reluctantly extracted herself from Miroku. La! You have his spit all over you! You're done, too. Go away! Shoo!

Miroku was all too happy to comply. Unfortunately, before he and Inuyasha could happily skip off into the sunset, she suddenly cried out to them.

Wait! I forgot! Come back here, no, not the gross guy, just you two.

The two men reluctantly shuffled back over to Yura with sense of impending doom.

You have one more person who needs frisked.

No way! I'm not letting you anywhere near Corduroy, wench! Inuyasha's protectiveness suddenly resurfaced.

La! Did you just call me wench? Aww, you're such a cute little puppy. Did you know that? It's too bad you have that attitude problem. Now hand over the bear or else I'll call security.

Inuyasha reverted back to torn-between-Corduroy-and-dignity mode. Miroku noticed this and made the choice for him, having no desire for unnecessary rendezvous with security. He stuck his hand in one of the various pockets in Inuyasha's cargo pants where the bear had been hidden after the baggage check incident. Pulling out the bear, he turned it over to Yura.

At last! The bear! Oh, Corduroy! We could make such a great team, you know. La! Your fur is to die for! Yura was running her hands up and down the fuzz on Corduroy's stomach, eyes closed in ecstasy.

Hey lady! Get a room! The sick woman was thrown out of her twisted paradise. Apparently, the rest of the airplane's eventual passengers were growing impatient.

Yeah! Quit harassing the bear and get on with the frisking! We have a flight to catch! A man who appeared to be in his early twenties shook his flight ticket at her menacingly. Well, at least as menacingly as a flimsy paper flight ticket could be.

You guys actually want her to frisk you? Ha! I'm not letting that little ho anywhere near me! Strangely enough, this comment came from a nerdy looking child clutching a thick novel about nematodes and echinoderms. Kids these days. . .

If she touches me, I'm going to call my lawyer and sue! shouted a portly man with a quickly reddening face.

Ah, me lads. Doon't git all worked up over the lass. I know I wouldn't mind a little bit o' her. She's a lucky charmer, she is. Needless to say, the poor man who said this was quickly mauled to death.

Don't listen to that fool! Come on! Let's just board already. Who cares what happens to her?

With that, a stampede of balding forty-year old men in business suits ran Yura into the ground on their way to the plane. When they finished, Miroku let out a relieved sigh and, carefully sidestepping the actually-not-so-dead-but-still-crumpled-anyway Irishman (Ah, at least they weren't after me lucky charms fer once!), he picked up the bear that had started the whole mess. Miraculously, the bear seemed untouched except for a patch of tummy fur.

Well, that seems to have concluded the security check. Shall we? Miroku looked at the settling dust clouds left in the wake of the rampaging men.

Yeah. Let's get out of here before she wakes up. Looking slightly shaken, Inuyasha took a step towards the doorway and the ticket person. Miroku began to follow, pushing Myouga ahead of him, but was halted by a shout.

Not so fast there, young man! Miss Koharu said ye were to be my escort!

Miroku turned to look at the speaker. It was the fat lady in the red pants who had waved at Koharu during their conversation.

Crap! I nearly forgot about her. It's too bad. Oh, what I would do for a pretty woman right about now. . .

The lady drew Miroku out of his thoughts by speaking once more. However, this time she addressed Inuyasha.

I know ye! Ye were the one who knocked me over five hours ago!

Hah! Whatever you say, you old hag, the irritable young man snorted. Having said that, Inuyasha grabbed the wheelchair and disappeared onto the plane.

Why I-! The old lady looked highly offended.

Don't bother, milady. My deepest apologies for my traveling companion's behavior. Please excuse him, for he normally behaves as such. Once again, Miroku put on his ever-serene and charming face.

Apology accepted. Ye seem to be a good man. What be ye name? (Rainwood: Doesn't Kaede's over/mis-use of ye' bug anybody else?!!)

Miroku. Come, it is time to board the plane, Lady. . .er. . .?



--~--

Inuyasha flattened his ears against his head. It was so friggin' loud, what with the runt and all of the other passengers. He was glad he didn't have to worry about Sleeping Fruity much, though. Myouga had the window seat, next to Shippo, who was next to Inuyasha, who was sitting in the aisle seat. But even though he didn't have to deal with Myouga much, Shippo almost made him wish he did.

The little fox-child couldn't seem to get enough of the plane. Starting with his fascination with the tiny pillows and blue blankets, he moved on to fiddling with the plastic-wrapped headphones and his mini-tv. However, what was really bugging Inuyasha was the way he played with the fold-out trays and the reclining seats.

Look, kid. Do you want your seat down or not? Make your choice and keep it that way!

But I don't know what I want. I'm testing it. And during science fair, Mrs. Onigumo said that the only accurate way of testing things was to repeat it a bunch of times. Also, you hafta control vari-bulls. So every time I repeat the test, I hafta control all the vari-bulls. And since you keep moving and being mean to me, you are making more vari-bulls, so I hafta test more.

Huh. This Mrs. Onigumo sounds like another stupid teacher. Every single teacher I ever had was stupid, except for Miss Kikyo. She was nice and. . . Inuyasha trailed off and got an uncharacteristically thoughtful look on his face. He looked so contemplative, in fact, Shippo got scared and smacked him.

Repeatedly.

Inuyasha! Wake up! What's wrong with you!

What did you go and do that for, you annoying little brat? Inuyasha's hand shot out and grabbed Shippo's wrist.

You were thinking for once and it scared me. Shippo stuck his tongue out at Inuyasha.

WHY YOU! Inuyasha shot out of his seat and prepared to pound Shippo into a pulsing pancake, but stopped as his prey turned his head suddenly, eyes widened in terror. Curious, he, too, turned his head in the direction Shippo was looking. Like Shippo, his eyes widened, though not in terror.

Miss Kikyo?!

The over-tanned lady was wearing an outfit that matched Kaede's and stalking down the aisle, squawking furiously to herself.

. . . those fools. . . How dare they occupy the toilet when I need it?!!. . . Oh, good! The worthless idiot in here finally left. . . It's about time. The woman's tirade became muffled when she walked into the stall and slammed the thin metal door shut.

Whoa. She sounded mad. I've never heard her like this before. And I remember her looking prettier, too. . .

Inuyasha shrugged and turned to the quivering mass of fur next to him.

Hey, Shippo! What's wrong with you? Inuyasha glanced at Shippo, surprised. It's just Miss Kikyo. I haven't seen her in ages, but she was my kindergarten teacher and she was really nice.

Shippo stopped rocking back and forth and uncurled out of fetal position.

Are you crazy? She's not nice! And I don't know who this Miss Kikyo' is. That's Mrs. Onigumo and I know cause she's my science teacher and the other kids said she used to be pretty before she married Mr. Onigumo and got in that accident, but I'll bet she was never pretty cuz she's too mean. Shippo crossed his arms, looking scarily like Inuyasha for a moment.

Hey! I like Miss Kikyo and she's not mean! She is NOT ugly! Actually, she used to look a lot like Kagome. . . Inuyasha trailed off again, only to be brought back to reality by Shippo again.

Does that mean you think Kagome's pretty, too? Shippo tugged at Inuyasha's sleeve with wide eyes.

What! No way! I never said that! That annoying wench is not pretty! Feh. I'm done talking to you. Quit bugging me. Inuyasha shoved his arms into his sleeves and looked away in the normal flustered Inuyasha manner.


--~--

Miroku looked around. Inuyasha was in business class. Business class wasn't bad, not in the least. It was just that it didn't compare to where he was.

First Class. Oh, yeaaaaah.

He sighed contentedly and leaned his seat back. Everything would be perfect, if he could just get rid of Kaede. She wasn't bad company, but she wasn't exactly eye candy. Neither was her sister, for that matter. Actually, the sister looked like she used to be pretty, though. Kaede couldn't even say that much. Miroku shook himself. That last thought had just been plain mean. However ugly he thought Kaede was, he had to admit she was kind and quite wise. If he wasn't going to get small chat, an intelligent conversation would do.

Kami knows how long it's been since I've had one of those, what with Inuyasha around all the time. . .

He resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes.

--~--

And then after that, you hafta locate the nearest exit by the flashing lights. Hey! Are you listening to me! Inuyasha! Stop! It's important for our safety. Inuyasha lazily gazed at Shippo out of the corner of his eye and yawned, showing off his pointy fangs.

What does it matter, kid? The stewardesses are just going to come and tell us again later.

Yeah, but you're not going to listen then, either. You're so stubborn sometimes. Shippo poked Inuyasha resentfully.

Quit poking me, kid. Inuyasha closed his eyes. Man, that kid was annoying. And Kagome actually liked him? He snorted at the thought and corrected himself. No, she adored the kid and was actually happy her family was adopting him.

Well, you had better listen. Okay, so then you look under your chair and there's an inflatable-- You're not listening to me! Shippo puffed himself up into the pink balloon of terror once more and gnawed on Inuyasha's ears.

Inuyasha swatted at the auburn annoyance. Get off me, ya little brat!

This was going to be a long fifteen hours indeed. . .

--~--

Miroku awoke with a start, aware of a hand on his arm.

Wake up, Miroku! Tis time for the stewardesses to give the safety speech.

Miroku wasn't even about to pretend to pay attention and go back to meditating, when he saw the stewardess doing the demonstration.

Sango! Wow, she's a sight for sore eyes! (Reynamangga: Chocolate for whoever remembers who Miroku said that to, and where he said it!)

Moving on to using your seat belt, which is to be on at all times as long as that light is on, you must first grasp Tab A and firmly insert it into Slot B, like so. . .

--~--

Two little girls tugged at their caretaker's sleeve.

Uncle Ken? Why is that man with the funny ponytail laughing like that? It's scary. The girl who asked fixed an earnest look on the man.

I don't know. He's a strange man, that he is. Now sessha thinks you two should listen to the stewardess again, de gozaru yo. It's for your safety, you know. The man gently turned the girls' heads back to the lady up front.

--~--

Sango narrowed her eyes. Even after only five hours, she could still recognize that sound anywhere. As to what he was laughing at, she could only guess. Not that she wanted to know, of course. She tried counting to ten but, like usual, it didn't work. Unable to keep her composure any longer, she picked up a barf bag.

Alright. This is a barf bag. You can find one in the pockets on the back of the seat in front of you. These are there for your convenience, in the undesirable occurrence of airsickness. However-

Sango walked up the aisle, right over to where Miroku was sitting.

- You must always be sure to close it tightly so that if your hand slips, something like this--

Sango picked up the open bag and forcefully jammed it over Miroku's head, eyes flashing and teeth bared(Why, hello, Mr. Barfbag. Now, as I was saying to my good friend, Mr. Floor. . . ).

--won't happen. Sango's pleasant smile returned.

--~--

Inuyasha was in a whole different section than Miroku's, but he had still heard the perverted laughter and its abrupt end. Of course that wasn't saying much, because it was really only one or two rows away. . .

Ugh. Can't he think of anything else?

Kagome put down the the barf bag she was demonstrating with and gave everyone a perky smile. . . . And that's it! Takeoff will commence in five minutes. If there is anything you need, press the stewardess button. Thank you for riding Japanime Airlines and have nice fligh-

Kagome was interrupted by a voice over the plane's intercom. Hello, this is your pilot, Kouga, speaking. We will be taking off momentarily. Could Miss Higurashi please report to the cockpit?

Yuck. It's Kouga. Shippo spat. He keeps trying to talk to Kagome and I think he's in love with her. He can't take a hint. Oh well. . .what's up with you, Inuyasha? You look like you just swallowed a lemon.

Feh! What are you talking about? Shut up already. You're being annoying, but then again, what else is new?

HEY! YOU BIG MEANIE!!

Once again, the freaky pink Kirby/Jigglypuff balloon from heck appeared and attacked Inuyasha's head. (Rainwood: Sorry, but our little brother seems to be convinced that we are as captivated as he is by pink blobs that snarf up- -inhale other people's powers...)

--~--

The dark plane went silent as the tvs turned on. It wasn't quite time for the movie to start as they still had a bunch of commercials to go through.

. . .and now from our sponsors at Pantene Pro-V (Reynamangga: Which we don't own. . .). . .

The camera panned up slowly to show the back of a person making strange noises in a shower. From the legs, it moved up to linger on the butt (there ya have it...Fluffy's butt!), and up further to show luxurious hair flowing down the mysterious being's back. Suddenly, the person whipped the shower aside, putting its hands on its hips, clothing magically appearing on its body.

I believe in miracles, you sexy thang! The stunning model broke into song, silver hair swirling in a convenient breeze

The plane gaped at the singing and dancing person in the shower. Suddenly, as quickly as the silence came, it left. The sound of chattering and wolf-howls filled the air.

Wow! That is a hot mama!

(Rainwood: Ever see Wayne's World? Reynamangga: Which we also don't own. . .)

If my wife looked like that, I'd quit it with the LSD!

That girl can't possibly have been human! She was too. . .too. . .

Keh. Of course he isn't human. Inuyasha snorted.

What do you mean, Inuyasha? Do you know her? Shippo gave Inuyasha a questioning look.

HIM!! HIM!!! HIM!!!! GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL! Inuyasha suddenly jumped up and out of his seat and shouted at the top of his lungs in Shippo's face.

. . .?

That's my brother! Inuyasha exclaimed. Then he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Myouga?! What are you staring at?

That is one steaming hot hunk o' man! Ahhhhhhhhh. . .

Inuyasha grabbed Myouga by the shoulders and shook him, headphones with dangling plastic wrap and all. That's my brother! Weren't you listening to me at all? Er--I mean. . . he's not my brother. Just the fruitcake who grew up in the same house that I did.

Master Inuyasha! Are you saying that's Lord Sesshoumaru? My, he's grown up to be quite tasty--er, I mean handsome. Myouga quickly corrected himself.

Yeah, Jaken seemed to think the same thing. What was with my dad and gay geezers? Yuck, no, no, no! I didn't mean it like that!

Jaken?! You mean I have competition?!

--~--

Exactly why did you push the stewardess button this time? Sango looked at Miroku exasperatedly, foot tapping away.

Dear, gorgeous, lovely Sango, I need your aid in inserting the tab into the slot! Miroku clasped Sango's hands in his.

What was that! An aura of flames surrounded Sango as she held up a barf bag threateningly.

Miroku waved his hands in panic. Eep! No! Not like that!! She's asleep and sitting on my seat belt! I don't have enough slack to fasten it.

Sango put the barf bag away. Oh. Well, then. . .

--~--

Dragonball Z Announcer-esque voice: It appears that our heroes have finally made it on the plane. The flight has already been interesting thus far, but this is only the beginning. They haven't even taken off yet! What other exciting adventures are in store for our heroes? Tune in on the next exciting episode of Dragonba...er...Airline Escapades to find out!





Authors' Note: Rainwood here, did you miss me?!! I missed all of you!!!

*Reynamangga snatches and. . . utilizes. . . a barf bag from Sango*

Er, anwhooo. . . We're in the best time of the year; after the end of the school year but before the annual report-card-related groundings! We hope you liked the chapter. We're aware that it was extremely dialogue heavy, but hopefully, you don't care about stuff like that ^_^

Time for s'more shameless self-promotion. . . I only got two reviews for my other story, To Forget the Unforgettable. T_T It looks stupid and sappy, but I promise you it isn't. . . It even has Monty Python, Wayne's World, and Beatles references! What more could you ask for?!!

. . . Don't answer that, Reynamangga. . .

Since it's summer, we should be able to churn this story out quicker. Hopefully, at least, since I'm leaving for France in a couple of weeks and we won't be able to write then.

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