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The morning of the flight had finally come. Vanessa Pegasus lay snuggled beside her husband, with her head resting on his chest. Her hair was loose and covered most of the bed and her husband's lower body. Her husband was facing her with his arms wrapped around her waist and lips against her forehead. Vanessa awoke and lazily turned her head to stare at the red numbers on the digital clock that rested on her night table. The clock read seven o'clock and the plane left at eleven. Vanessa unwrapped her husband's arms from around her waist and pushed back the silver, satin sheet and comforter. She sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her slippers on. Her husband groaned at the absence of her body and reached over to grab her around the waist, pulling her back onto the bed. He kissed her neck as she giggled when his mustache encountered the delicate skin. She swatted him away and pulled herself off the bed. Michael sighed in disappointment as he lay down on the bed, pulling the comforter over himself and dozing off. Vanessa went to the mirror and braided her hair in a single, thick, silver braid. She walked back toward the bed, in which her husband slept and began to shake him gently.
"Wake up Michael" she said as she shook him. "We are going to be late." Michael woke up and sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. He looked up to see Vanessa standing in front of him. He grabbed her waist again and began to nuzzle her stomach through her nightclothes.
"Stop it Michael, we don't have time for that." She laughed as she ran her hand through his hair. He stopped and stared at the clock.
"The plane doesn't leave until eleven, so why are we getting up so early." He asked still sitting on the bed.
"Because I know my husband and my son. It takes me almost an hour to fully wake both of you up, then everyone has to get dressed and organized, so we should be leaving right on time." She replied. "Now go take a shower." She said and walked out of the room. In her slippers and robe, she walked down the hall toward her son's room. He slept in the last room of the hallway.
"Why does Max have to sleep in the very last room? I'm sure going to get my exercise this morning" She muttered. She walked down the seemingly endless hallway, passing family portraits, heirlooms, and priceless artifacts from all over the world. While walking, Vanessa reminded herself to have all the things transported to the new mansion. She approached Max's door, slowly opened it, and turned on the lights. Max groaned and put the red pillows over his head, which helped block the light. His mother walked to the bed and pulled the pillows away from him.
"Get up Max." He did not do anything but stare at the clock and pull the covers over his head.
"Maximillion Jef…" his mother started.
"But mother it isn't even close to a double digit number. And doesn't the plane leave at eleven? He asked sleepily. Still not moving Max lay back down and covered back up. His mother looked at him and yanked the covers off.
"Up now Maximillion."
"But mother..."
"Now."
"But…"
"Say 'but' one more time. Just once more."
This challenge ended the argument without delay. Max pulled himself out of bed, pulling at his red, satin pajamas. His mother walked out of his room and he followed.
"Max, why are you following me?" She asked irritated.
"Because I want to use the shower downstairs." He replied.
"Max, why didn't you use the one in your room."
"Because I want to use the one downstairs today." Deciding not to argue with him she gave in and walked toward her room leaving Max alone. Max continued to walk downstairs, but instead of going to the shower, he went toward the living room. He did intend to use the shower as soon as he awoke from his little nap on the couch.
Vanessa stepped into her room expecting to hear the shower running she heard nothing. She did however see something. Her husband was sprawled out on the bed… sleep. One of his arms was falling over the side of the bed and his face was buried in a pillow. His legs were apart and he took up the whole bed. He lay there sleeping as Vanessa watched and frowned. Not bothering to wake him Vanessa walked out of her room and down the stairs. She went to the bathroom and listened for the shower. Nothing. She turned from the bathroom and walked toward the downstairs living room. Entering the area, she heard heavy breathing and glanced over the back of the sofa. There was Max in fetal position asleep. His face was pushed into the crevice of the sofa and with one of his arms over the arm of it.
"Why can't they stay awake?" She muttered. Walking in the kitchen, Vanessa went to the refrigerator and pulled out two pitchers of ice-cold water.
'Next time when I say wake up and shower they will do it' she thought mischievously. Walking over to where Max slept, she smiled and dumped the entire pitcher on him. Max screamed and sat up quickly. His arms were wrapped around his body and he was shivering.
"Now that you are awake, you might want to go take a hot shower. Rain just comes from everywhere these days" she said smiling. Max sat there for a moment and just stared, and then he obediently went into the bathroom and began to shower.
"One down and one to go." She laughed as she went back upstairs toward her room. Walking back to her room, she stood over her husband and dumped the water on him. Michael yelled and sat on the bed.
"What the hell…" As his thoughts ordered, he stared at his wife as she put the pitcher on the nightstand.
"I'm not going to say anything Vanessa I'm just going to go shower."
"Good boy." Vanessa taunted as Michael walked to the bathroom. As Michael entered the bathroom, the words 'crazy woman' could be heard as he closed the door.
"What did you say about me Michael?" Vanessa yelled at the closed door.
"Nothing dear, just talking."
"Just talking my ass." She muttered as she waited for the shower to come on. When she heard her husband step in Vanessa ran into the hall bathroom and turned on the cold water.
"What the bloody hell… Vanessa leave the water alone your burning me"
Smiling satisfied with herself, she used the hall bathroom and showered.
Max was standing outside the family mansion waiting for the airport carpool to arrive. His mother was giving last minute information to the housing staff, giving tickets to the staff members that would join the family in Japan, and checking off things that she had on an very long list. His father talked about golf swings and the move to Japan with various staff members. Max turned away from the commotion and stared at the mansion. He would miss the large balconies that he watched the stars on or the many secret passages through the old place. He would miss the pool shaped like a Pegasus and the smell that the mansion owned. Max was pulled out of his thoughts when the airport carpool pulled up. People hopped out of the van to take their luggage. Max's parents ran down the steps and got into the van. Max stood there for a minute and just stared at the mansion again.
"Come on, Max." Called his mother from the van. He pulled himself into the van and sat beside his mother.
"Good bye house, good bye pool, good bye skylights, good bye…"
"Max stop it you're making me feel bad." His mother scolded
"Sorry." Max replied and stared out he window until his former place of residence could no longer be seen. He turned and faced forward
"Max it will be okay dear, just think positive." Max leaned his head against his
mother's shoulder and did not say anything.
Max and his parents finally reached the airport. When they stepped out of the van, they grabbed their luggage and continued inside the airport. They placed their bags and suitcases on the conveyor belt so they could be checked and went to the line to get their tickets verified. It felt like they had been standing there for hours. At last, everything had been taken care of and they boarded the plane. Max had the window seat and his mother sat beside him, while his father sat in front of his mother. Max began to get comfortable when he heard loud whining behind him. Max turned around to see what caused the noise and was met by a set of twin boys. They were about five years old with brown hair cut in the bowl style and blue eyes. They both wore matching outfits of red shirts with a collar and khaki shorts. One of the boys had a Game Boy, while the other, who was whining, had a T-Rex figurine. The mother sat three seats behind the boys and was looking at a magazine. Max turned away, from the whining child, to lie on his seat. He could hear the mother say, "Joshua quit whining you are disturbing people," but the boy still did not stop. Max was about to turn and yell at the boy, when the pilot came over the intercom and announced that they were about to take off. The whining stopped as they took off. The boys were fascinated by the small trees, houses, and the lines that were now the streets. About an hour later, the sights had gotten boring, so the boy named Joshua had decided that it would be interesting to kick the seat in front of him. The pounding of his head against his seat woke Max, who had been half-asleep, up. Deciding that the boy was not going to stop anytime soon, Max turned around.
"Um, could you please stop kicking my seat?" The little boy stared and turned toward his bother, who was asleep. The kicking stopped… for a little while. Max turned back around and stared at the movie that was playing and began to drift off again. Just as he was falling asleep the kicking started again, only harder, Max looked back toward the seat behind him to find Joshua smiling at him. His brother, who had woken up, was playing his Game Boy, ignoring or being completely oblivious to what was happening.
"Would you stop?" Asked Max through gritted teeth. The little boy giggled and stopped kicking the seat. Max turned around, but the minute he was completely turned the kicking started again. Max, frustrated, was about to turn around again when his mother stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
"Let me handle this." Max's mother turned around and addressed the little boy.
"Sweetie, my son doesn't like when you kick his seat, so could you please stop?" The boy looked at Vanessa and stuck out his tongue. Max could see the kindness drain from her face only to be replaced with anger. In a singsong voice, Max's mother replied.
"You shouldn't do that to adults dear, something could happen to your tongue. And one more thing if you kick this seat again" she pointed, indicating Max's seat "I will come back there and beat your little a…"
"Vanessa don't threaten the children sweetheart, just try to relax." Max's father called back. After glaring at the little boy, Max's mother turned in her seat and closed her eyes. Max did the same and went back to sleep. The kid behind Max must had got the idea because Max slept until he heard the pilot over the intercom say "We will be landing in Tokyo, Japan in ten minutes."
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