Author's Notes: Ok! Neo took it upon herself to re-edit this chapter, and I
just had to give her a pat on the back for it, so enjoy!
Disclaimer: We don't own RW, Digimon, Bowl of Rice, Starbucks. Deal with
it.
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Never Get On A Plane Unless You Know EXACTLY Where You're Going
Chapter 1
A 16 year-old girl with dark silver hair stood in the middle of the ridiculously crowed airport holding onto her black bag for dear life. Another person shoved her to her knees, making her drop, of course, everything. Grunting, she rubbed her head and tried to find the unlucky bastard that knocked her over. "Why I gotta good mind to..." she stopped suddenly as she noticed that her bag had been kicked several feet. With an angry growl, she weaved her way through the mass of people, trying to reach her bag. She let out a louder growl as some guy kicked it farther. She smiled as she stuck out her leg, making him fall over, but it created a domino effect that reached twenty feet out. Person after person fell over each other, shrieks and screams emitting from them. Everyone in the lobby stopped and looked at the mound of bodies and one girl standing in the midst of it.
"Heh...uhh...I found my bag, so...IthinkI'llbegoingnowsobye!" She blurted out as she grabbed her bag and hauled ass before security got there. She reached the ticket booth and reached into her bag, pulling out a crumpled plane ticket.
The woman behind the desk smiled a smile that seemed a little too happy. "Name please?"
The young girl looked at her suspiciously, wondering if there were crack in that mocha java of hers. "Rain McCreedy."
Rain placed her black bag on the counter and the primpy ticket agent grabbed it and threw it on the out of sight weigher. Rain winced at the roughness she was using with her precious cargo. "PLEASE be a lil' more careful, k?"
The girl gave a fake smile and gave Rain the carry on black bag back. She then took Rain's ticket and punched in some numbers into her outdated computer, obviously not paying much attention to anything other than the cute blonde clerk who worked beside her. Giving another smile to Barbie's hubby Ken, she gave a peeved Rain her stub. Not bothering to be nice, Rain grabbed her bag and walked to the plane. Hauling her large duffel bag into the unnecessarily smaller overhead compartment, she mumbled, "Carry on bag, my ass." Plopping herself down, she looked around to see many Asians aboard her plane. 'Hmm...maybe there's some Asian seminar in New York or something,' she mused. Rain became giddy as she remembered that she was meeting her online best friend in a few hours. 'Few...that's a laugh.' Louisiana to New York was NOT going to be fun.
The pilot came on the intercom, but he either the intercom was screwed, or he was disoriented. She was hoping it wasn't the later one. He seemed to talk in a different language. Rain tensed quickly as she recognized the language. 'Could it be? I don't friggin THINK SO!!!! SEMINAR MY ASS!!' A quick glance to her bag made her notice the name "Chi Wong" written on it. Rain hurriedly tried to unbuckle her seat belt, but it did not want to cooperate. "Get offa me you sonofabitch!! Leggo!!!" A few passengers gave her some strange looks, but she ignored then and continued her fight with the seat belt. She plane's engine revved up and beads of sweat trickled on her forehead. The plane began to move ever so slowly, then began to pick up speed. Rain looked out the window to see the ground going away from her.
"NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, face up against the glass. "I DON'T WANNA GO TO JAPAN!!!"
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A girl with long yellow hair, a short dress, and fuzzy pink boots stood whimpering in the lobby of the Toronto Airport as her parents disappeared around the corner. She was leaving her beloved Canada and going to New York City...by herself. She was finally going to meet the girl she had become good friends with over the internet.
Nervously, she pulled out a mirror. All this excitement was messing up her all-to-perfect hair. "Oh I wish I brought more mascara...what if I run out? And can't find MY brand!!" She thought with fear in her eyes. "What if...a cute guy sees me...without make-up??!!!"
Suddenly she was startled out of her internal nightmare by an Asian man. The impact was enough to send hers and the man's baggage everywhere. After a few minutes of rushing to gather her things and hissing nasty words at the group of eyes that watched her, she stopped. "Oh...shit! My passport!" she shrieked in despair.
"Crap crap CRAP!!!!!!" Then she noticed the white slip near her ankle. Quickly, she snatched it up and ran towards the desk.
The lady at the counter took the ticket and typed something in. "Hi! May I please ask what your name is?!"
This perky woman was REALLY scaring her. "Amariie Cordelia Maethros," she whispered, careful not to spite the perkiness.
"OK! Go to the aisle on your left please. NEXT!" Someone needed to lay off that Starbucks special blend...
Amariie ran over through the aisle and onto the plane. She passed many a passenger and found her seat. "Luckily, I'm in first class," she said to herself with her nose in the air. She sat down in a red luxury seat as the plane started to take off. Suddenly the stewardess appeared.
Feeling impatient, she decided to strike up one of those fake conversations. "Excuse me! What time do you think we will arrive in New York?" she asked while pulling off an excellent Legally Blonde impression.
The lady laughed. "Funny! New York! hehehe! Well we will be arriving in Toyama at probably...oh, I'm not sure. It will be maybe...ten-fifteen hours?"
"Toyama?! What the hell is a toyama?!" Amariie scoffed at the laughing stewardess, thinking a toyama was a formation of toaster ovens.
"Toyama, Japan," she said a-matter-of-factly before disappearing through the aisle curtains. Blondie stared at the spot the woman was standing for a few minutes in total shock. She moved her eyes over the crowd around her, seeing Asians as far as the eye could see.
"Holy shit...Don't EVEN tell me...GODDAMMIT! I don't have NEARLY enough clothes for JAPAN! Hmm...I heard they have hot guys...what am I saying?? I'm going to FUCKING JAPAN!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKK!!!!
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By the time the plane finally landed...twenty hours later, Rain was severely suffering from something God created called jet lag. Rain couldn't get any sleep on the plane; she was just one of those people who couldn't sleep on a moving vehicle. The stewardess came down the aisle and spoke some Japanese. Rain didn't care if she was saying there is a bomb filled with gas from Billy Bob's farts and about to explode under her seat. She wasn't in a good humor right then. Rain looked out the window to see a rather large city below her. With a grunt, she prepared for the landing.
When the plane touched down, she got out of her seat and yanked her bag down, causing several other passengers' bags to come along. Rain took her bag and ignored the people cursing in Japanese at her. She promptly flipped them off, quite sure all countries recognized it. With bloodshot eyes and a heavy bag over her shoulder, Rain made her way to customs.
Seeing a large trash bin, she made her way to it and flipped the large duffel bag over the top. "Thanks a fucking lot, Mr. Chi Wong." She tried to read some kanji on a few signs, but the most she got out of it was one of the characters looked like her Aunt Sophia. She shrugged and walked up to a random desk using "eeny meenie." A man with a weird looking suit looked up at her and smiled, but quickly faded as she growled in return. Fearing his life right then, he put on a fake smile.
"Oohayo! Ogenki dess ka?"
Rain raised an eyebrow at the short man. "Uh...No speaka Japanesea!
"Nani?"
Rain spoke more loudly and slowly. "NO...SPEAKA...JAPANESEA!"
"Nani?"
"Don't you 'nani' me! Can. I. Speak. To. Someone. Who. Speaks. English?"
The clerk was clearly not enjoying her company. "At-chi e it-te!"
Rain became mad. "Look Mr. Bowl of Rice, I need someone who speaks English!"
The clerk said a line of non-polite Japanese words to her. Rain leaned on her elbow on the countertop. "You see, this is why our countries didn't get along for so long."
The clerk said some more in Japanese and pointed her to a line with no Asian people. Rain grabbed her bag and muttered some bad things about Japanese people not being able to speak right. She pulled out a small picture of her online best friend from her pocket. "Well, so much for meeting ya," she said with a sigh and shoved it back into her pocket. After she was done arguing with ANOTHER Japanese in that line, she made her way into the middle of the lobby and gazed around. "Crap. Now where am I gonna go?" With a sigh, she started to walk around the airport to find a telephone to call a cab or something.
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Amariie opened her eyes and shifted her weight in the comfy plush seat. "I wonder how long I've been sleeping..." She took out her mirror and examined her face. "Hmmmmm no bags...must have been a while..." she murmured.
Suddenly a Japanese voice came on over the P.A. system. She somehow got the feeling that the plane was going to land, so she adjusted the strap of her purse (make-up filled, of course) and grabbed her 2 suitcases: one with clothes and the other, much heavier, filled with make-up and girly accessories. With an uncomfortably bump the plane landed and stopped. Amariie wormed her way to the door and squeezed out.
Bimbo looked around the spacious lobby crammed with people. Feeling completely alone and just plain screwed, she said, "I can't believe I'm stuck in Japan thousands of miles away from my beloved Canada. Oh CRAP! Rain's gonna kill me!" Plopping her baggage next to her, she proceeded to sink to the shiny floor and, well, cry.
She was startled out of her crying spree by a tap on the shoulder. Amariie looked up to find a miffed Japanese woman talking to her in the uncomprehendable tongue known as Japanese.
"Sorry, I don't know what your saying!" Amariie squeaked through sobs.
"I said-You are in the way!" the lady snapped in a broken English.
Amariie wasn't about to be bitched at by some stranger. Narrowing her eyes, she stood up, finding herself a bit taller than the woman before her.
The woman shifted impatiently. "Hello! Are you going to move? Tsk tsk... You Americans, all alike.." the woman growled.
Amariie turned a deep scarlet, "YOU HOSER!!! I am NOT an American. I am CANADIAN! And I will NOT move so piss off!"
The woman, caught by surprise, widened her eyes and backed off.
Amariie looked around and saw practically everyone staring at her, so she did the only sensible teenage thing to do...go cry in the bathroom.
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Rainey wandered aimlessly down a long stretch of the airport maze, a pissed off look on her face. She saw a payphone to her right and ran to it. 'I should call the folks...they'll go berserk. Oh well, better sooner than later.' Rain took the phone and put some change in...well, A LOT of change in. Soon, a soft ringing came from the other end. A click was heard and a masculine voice came on.
"Hello?"
"Dad?"
"Rain, is that you? Where the hell are you?! You should have been in New York hours ago!"
"Uh...there was a mishap on the plane..."
"What?! Are you ok?!"
"Yeah I'm fine. I'm...I'm in...Japan."
"WHAT??!?!?!"
"I'm in Japan. I accidentally took the wrong plane."
"HOW THE HELL DO YOU TAKE THE WRONG PLANE?!??!"
Rain's father went onto a rage and she had to take her ear away from the phone so she wouldn't go deaf. She winced as he carried onto more yelling. 'I guess later was better than sooner. Oh well.' Rain reached into her pocket and found nothing. 'OH NO!' She fumbled through all the pockets and couldn't find her wallet anywhere. Her silver/green eyes dashed everywhere and landed on a young man walking quickly away from her.
"STOP! Uhh...EL STOPO!!"
The young man took off in a dash as Rain dropped the phone, her father's yelling STILL going on. Rain yelled vile curses towards the guy in the bright red jacket ahead of her, like that would help. She shoved and pushed her way past several people, making them fall on the ground. The man with her wallet ran down an escalator, but Rain jumped onto the middle section and slid down fifty feet. When she got to the bottom, the young man had already gotten off the escalator and was running again. Rain spotted the red jacket he was wearing and took of towards it. He dashed into a women's bathroom with Rain closing in on him. Nonchalantly, she opened the door and stepped inside. Seeing no one, her gaze went to the stalls and she smiled as she looked under each one for a pair of feet. She spotted a small pair and quietly stood in front of it.
"Give up now or so help me god I will kick your ass royally."
All she heard was a whimper and she tore open the door to find a yellow- headed girl crying on the toilet seat.
Amariie looked up to see a very miffed looking girl glaring at her. She did a double take. Some girl just ran into her stall...what if she happened to be using the toilet for something other than a chair? She glared back at the hazy figure through blurred eyes.
"EWW YOU PEEPING TOM!! PERVERT!!! LESBIAN!!!! OMFG!!!! How DARE you intrude in my crying time!!!" she shrieked.
Rain was ready to bitch this girl out when she did also a double take. She dove her hand into her pocket, snatching the small picture and comparing it with the bezerk brat girl. "You...You're Amariie! The girl from Toronto!" she said in disbelief.
Amariie wiped at her tears and looked at the non-Japanese girl with dark silver hair. "R-Rain?"
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! AMARIIE!!!!!!!!!"
"EEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKK RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The girls started jumping up and down screaming like lunatics, hugging each other madly. After about 20 minutes they stopped.
Rain reached talking mode first and held Amariie at arm's length. "Wait. How did you end up in Japan?"
"How did YOU end up in Japan?" Amariie countered, eyes narrowed.
"Umm we'll skip this. Its a long story..."
"Ditto."
Like a big fat Bubba hitting them over the head with a salmon, the girls' minds clicked.
"MY BAGGAGE!!"
"MY WALLET!"
They dashed out of the bathroom and into the recently desolated lobby. Amariie's baggage was NOWHERE in sight. Rain looked around the lobby to see no guy with a red jacket.
"We're screwed," Rain stated brilliantly.
Amariie clutched on to the strap of her pink fuzzy purse (which matches her boots ^_^). "You are all I have left...My hairdryer, my pretty yellow boots.... my shiny silver JACKET, ALL GONE!!!!!!" she burst into tears.
Rain crossed her arms and sneered. "Shut up Mimi."
Amariie turned and smacked her upside the head. "Bite me!"
The girls got in a bitch fight that had no ending in the near future. Suddenly, everything with electricity stopped and a shadow spread over the city.
Never Get On A Plane Unless You Know EXACTLY Where You're Going
Chapter 1
A 16 year-old girl with dark silver hair stood in the middle of the ridiculously crowed airport holding onto her black bag for dear life. Another person shoved her to her knees, making her drop, of course, everything. Grunting, she rubbed her head and tried to find the unlucky bastard that knocked her over. "Why I gotta good mind to..." she stopped suddenly as she noticed that her bag had been kicked several feet. With an angry growl, she weaved her way through the mass of people, trying to reach her bag. She let out a louder growl as some guy kicked it farther. She smiled as she stuck out her leg, making him fall over, but it created a domino effect that reached twenty feet out. Person after person fell over each other, shrieks and screams emitting from them. Everyone in the lobby stopped and looked at the mound of bodies and one girl standing in the midst of it.
"Heh...uhh...I found my bag, so...IthinkI'llbegoingnowsobye!" She blurted out as she grabbed her bag and hauled ass before security got there. She reached the ticket booth and reached into her bag, pulling out a crumpled plane ticket.
The woman behind the desk smiled a smile that seemed a little too happy. "Name please?"
The young girl looked at her suspiciously, wondering if there were crack in that mocha java of hers. "Rain McCreedy."
Rain placed her black bag on the counter and the primpy ticket agent grabbed it and threw it on the out of sight weigher. Rain winced at the roughness she was using with her precious cargo. "PLEASE be a lil' more careful, k?"
The girl gave a fake smile and gave Rain the carry on black bag back. She then took Rain's ticket and punched in some numbers into her outdated computer, obviously not paying much attention to anything other than the cute blonde clerk who worked beside her. Giving another smile to Barbie's hubby Ken, she gave a peeved Rain her stub. Not bothering to be nice, Rain grabbed her bag and walked to the plane. Hauling her large duffel bag into the unnecessarily smaller overhead compartment, she mumbled, "Carry on bag, my ass." Plopping herself down, she looked around to see many Asians aboard her plane. 'Hmm...maybe there's some Asian seminar in New York or something,' she mused. Rain became giddy as she remembered that she was meeting her online best friend in a few hours. 'Few...that's a laugh.' Louisiana to New York was NOT going to be fun.
The pilot came on the intercom, but he either the intercom was screwed, or he was disoriented. She was hoping it wasn't the later one. He seemed to talk in a different language. Rain tensed quickly as she recognized the language. 'Could it be? I don't friggin THINK SO!!!! SEMINAR MY ASS!!' A quick glance to her bag made her notice the name "Chi Wong" written on it. Rain hurriedly tried to unbuckle her seat belt, but it did not want to cooperate. "Get offa me you sonofabitch!! Leggo!!!" A few passengers gave her some strange looks, but she ignored then and continued her fight with the seat belt. She plane's engine revved up and beads of sweat trickled on her forehead. The plane began to move ever so slowly, then began to pick up speed. Rain looked out the window to see the ground going away from her.
"NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed, face up against the glass. "I DON'T WANNA GO TO JAPAN!!!"
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A girl with long yellow hair, a short dress, and fuzzy pink boots stood whimpering in the lobby of the Toronto Airport as her parents disappeared around the corner. She was leaving her beloved Canada and going to New York City...by herself. She was finally going to meet the girl she had become good friends with over the internet.
Nervously, she pulled out a mirror. All this excitement was messing up her all-to-perfect hair. "Oh I wish I brought more mascara...what if I run out? And can't find MY brand!!" She thought with fear in her eyes. "What if...a cute guy sees me...without make-up??!!!"
Suddenly she was startled out of her internal nightmare by an Asian man. The impact was enough to send hers and the man's baggage everywhere. After a few minutes of rushing to gather her things and hissing nasty words at the group of eyes that watched her, she stopped. "Oh...shit! My passport!" she shrieked in despair.
"Crap crap CRAP!!!!!!" Then she noticed the white slip near her ankle. Quickly, she snatched it up and ran towards the desk.
The lady at the counter took the ticket and typed something in. "Hi! May I please ask what your name is?!"
This perky woman was REALLY scaring her. "Amariie Cordelia Maethros," she whispered, careful not to spite the perkiness.
"OK! Go to the aisle on your left please. NEXT!" Someone needed to lay off that Starbucks special blend...
Amariie ran over through the aisle and onto the plane. She passed many a passenger and found her seat. "Luckily, I'm in first class," she said to herself with her nose in the air. She sat down in a red luxury seat as the plane started to take off. Suddenly the stewardess appeared.
Feeling impatient, she decided to strike up one of those fake conversations. "Excuse me! What time do you think we will arrive in New York?" she asked while pulling off an excellent Legally Blonde impression.
The lady laughed. "Funny! New York! hehehe! Well we will be arriving in Toyama at probably...oh, I'm not sure. It will be maybe...ten-fifteen hours?"
"Toyama?! What the hell is a toyama?!" Amariie scoffed at the laughing stewardess, thinking a toyama was a formation of toaster ovens.
"Toyama, Japan," she said a-matter-of-factly before disappearing through the aisle curtains. Blondie stared at the spot the woman was standing for a few minutes in total shock. She moved her eyes over the crowd around her, seeing Asians as far as the eye could see.
"Holy shit...Don't EVEN tell me...GODDAMMIT! I don't have NEARLY enough clothes for JAPAN! Hmm...I heard they have hot guys...what am I saying?? I'm going to FUCKING JAPAN!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKK!!!!
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By the time the plane finally landed...twenty hours later, Rain was severely suffering from something God created called jet lag. Rain couldn't get any sleep on the plane; she was just one of those people who couldn't sleep on a moving vehicle. The stewardess came down the aisle and spoke some Japanese. Rain didn't care if she was saying there is a bomb filled with gas from Billy Bob's farts and about to explode under her seat. She wasn't in a good humor right then. Rain looked out the window to see a rather large city below her. With a grunt, she prepared for the landing.
When the plane touched down, she got out of her seat and yanked her bag down, causing several other passengers' bags to come along. Rain took her bag and ignored the people cursing in Japanese at her. She promptly flipped them off, quite sure all countries recognized it. With bloodshot eyes and a heavy bag over her shoulder, Rain made her way to customs.
Seeing a large trash bin, she made her way to it and flipped the large duffel bag over the top. "Thanks a fucking lot, Mr. Chi Wong." She tried to read some kanji on a few signs, but the most she got out of it was one of the characters looked like her Aunt Sophia. She shrugged and walked up to a random desk using "eeny meenie." A man with a weird looking suit looked up at her and smiled, but quickly faded as she growled in return. Fearing his life right then, he put on a fake smile.
"Oohayo! Ogenki dess ka?"
Rain raised an eyebrow at the short man. "Uh...No speaka Japanesea!
"Nani?"
Rain spoke more loudly and slowly. "NO...SPEAKA...JAPANESEA!"
"Nani?"
"Don't you 'nani' me! Can. I. Speak. To. Someone. Who. Speaks. English?"
The clerk was clearly not enjoying her company. "At-chi e it-te!"
Rain became mad. "Look Mr. Bowl of Rice, I need someone who speaks English!"
The clerk said a line of non-polite Japanese words to her. Rain leaned on her elbow on the countertop. "You see, this is why our countries didn't get along for so long."
The clerk said some more in Japanese and pointed her to a line with no Asian people. Rain grabbed her bag and muttered some bad things about Japanese people not being able to speak right. She pulled out a small picture of her online best friend from her pocket. "Well, so much for meeting ya," she said with a sigh and shoved it back into her pocket. After she was done arguing with ANOTHER Japanese in that line, she made her way into the middle of the lobby and gazed around. "Crap. Now where am I gonna go?" With a sigh, she started to walk around the airport to find a telephone to call a cab or something.
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Amariie opened her eyes and shifted her weight in the comfy plush seat. "I wonder how long I've been sleeping..." She took out her mirror and examined her face. "Hmmmmm no bags...must have been a while..." she murmured.
Suddenly a Japanese voice came on over the P.A. system. She somehow got the feeling that the plane was going to land, so she adjusted the strap of her purse (make-up filled, of course) and grabbed her 2 suitcases: one with clothes and the other, much heavier, filled with make-up and girly accessories. With an uncomfortably bump the plane landed and stopped. Amariie wormed her way to the door and squeezed out.
Bimbo looked around the spacious lobby crammed with people. Feeling completely alone and just plain screwed, she said, "I can't believe I'm stuck in Japan thousands of miles away from my beloved Canada. Oh CRAP! Rain's gonna kill me!" Plopping her baggage next to her, she proceeded to sink to the shiny floor and, well, cry.
She was startled out of her crying spree by a tap on the shoulder. Amariie looked up to find a miffed Japanese woman talking to her in the uncomprehendable tongue known as Japanese.
"Sorry, I don't know what your saying!" Amariie squeaked through sobs.
"I said-You are in the way!" the lady snapped in a broken English.
Amariie wasn't about to be bitched at by some stranger. Narrowing her eyes, she stood up, finding herself a bit taller than the woman before her.
The woman shifted impatiently. "Hello! Are you going to move? Tsk tsk... You Americans, all alike.." the woman growled.
Amariie turned a deep scarlet, "YOU HOSER!!! I am NOT an American. I am CANADIAN! And I will NOT move so piss off!"
The woman, caught by surprise, widened her eyes and backed off.
Amariie looked around and saw practically everyone staring at her, so she did the only sensible teenage thing to do...go cry in the bathroom.
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Rainey wandered aimlessly down a long stretch of the airport maze, a pissed off look on her face. She saw a payphone to her right and ran to it. 'I should call the folks...they'll go berserk. Oh well, better sooner than later.' Rain took the phone and put some change in...well, A LOT of change in. Soon, a soft ringing came from the other end. A click was heard and a masculine voice came on.
"Hello?"
"Dad?"
"Rain, is that you? Where the hell are you?! You should have been in New York hours ago!"
"Uh...there was a mishap on the plane..."
"What?! Are you ok?!"
"Yeah I'm fine. I'm...I'm in...Japan."
"WHAT??!?!?!"
"I'm in Japan. I accidentally took the wrong plane."
"HOW THE HELL DO YOU TAKE THE WRONG PLANE?!??!"
Rain's father went onto a rage and she had to take her ear away from the phone so she wouldn't go deaf. She winced as he carried onto more yelling. 'I guess later was better than sooner. Oh well.' Rain reached into her pocket and found nothing. 'OH NO!' She fumbled through all the pockets and couldn't find her wallet anywhere. Her silver/green eyes dashed everywhere and landed on a young man walking quickly away from her.
"STOP! Uhh...EL STOPO!!"
The young man took off in a dash as Rain dropped the phone, her father's yelling STILL going on. Rain yelled vile curses towards the guy in the bright red jacket ahead of her, like that would help. She shoved and pushed her way past several people, making them fall on the ground. The man with her wallet ran down an escalator, but Rain jumped onto the middle section and slid down fifty feet. When she got to the bottom, the young man had already gotten off the escalator and was running again. Rain spotted the red jacket he was wearing and took of towards it. He dashed into a women's bathroom with Rain closing in on him. Nonchalantly, she opened the door and stepped inside. Seeing no one, her gaze went to the stalls and she smiled as she looked under each one for a pair of feet. She spotted a small pair and quietly stood in front of it.
"Give up now or so help me god I will kick your ass royally."
All she heard was a whimper and she tore open the door to find a yellow- headed girl crying on the toilet seat.
Amariie looked up to see a very miffed looking girl glaring at her. She did a double take. Some girl just ran into her stall...what if she happened to be using the toilet for something other than a chair? She glared back at the hazy figure through blurred eyes.
"EWW YOU PEEPING TOM!! PERVERT!!! LESBIAN!!!! OMFG!!!! How DARE you intrude in my crying time!!!" she shrieked.
Rain was ready to bitch this girl out when she did also a double take. She dove her hand into her pocket, snatching the small picture and comparing it with the bezerk brat girl. "You...You're Amariie! The girl from Toronto!" she said in disbelief.
Amariie wiped at her tears and looked at the non-Japanese girl with dark silver hair. "R-Rain?"
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! AMARIIE!!!!!!!!!"
"EEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKK RAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The girls started jumping up and down screaming like lunatics, hugging each other madly. After about 20 minutes they stopped.
Rain reached talking mode first and held Amariie at arm's length. "Wait. How did you end up in Japan?"
"How did YOU end up in Japan?" Amariie countered, eyes narrowed.
"Umm we'll skip this. Its a long story..."
"Ditto."
Like a big fat Bubba hitting them over the head with a salmon, the girls' minds clicked.
"MY BAGGAGE!!"
"MY WALLET!"
They dashed out of the bathroom and into the recently desolated lobby. Amariie's baggage was NOWHERE in sight. Rain looked around the lobby to see no guy with a red jacket.
"We're screwed," Rain stated brilliantly.
Amariie clutched on to the strap of her pink fuzzy purse (which matches her boots ^_^). "You are all I have left...My hairdryer, my pretty yellow boots.... my shiny silver JACKET, ALL GONE!!!!!!" she burst into tears.
Rain crossed her arms and sneered. "Shut up Mimi."
Amariie turned and smacked her upside the head. "Bite me!"
The girls got in a bitch fight that had no ending in the near future. Suddenly, everything with electricity stopped and a shadow spread over the city.