MilleniumGirl: Hello and welcome back! Thank you thank you thank you to all
who reviewed ^^ This is chapter two, and it may not seem like a PG-13
fanfic yet but...
Bakura: YES YOU WILL!!!!!!
MG: -_-U Uh, Bakura? He left.
Bakura: *sheepish* Oh.
MG: Anyway, I don't...
Bakura: I get to say it! MG doesn't own Yu-gi-oh and she really doesn't claim to, and she doesn't own an airplane either.
Mokuba: So she had to rent the plane in the story?
MG: Not exactly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The passengers, confused, lined up at the ticket stand. But no one was waiting to take their tickets. The Stupid Ladies, chittering like birds, stuck their heads down the walkway to see if someone was coming. No one did. Kaiba was growing impatient, so he slid Mokuba off his lap and walked to the ticket stand, tearing off his stub, and slapping it down on the counter. He called Mokuba to him and did the same with his ticket. Then they walked down the walkway. Like sheep, the others followed Kaiba's example, and walked down the hallway as well.
Kaiba was slightly surprised to find that no overly cheery flight attendant was waiting to greet them. Not even the pilot was standing there, waiting to shake hands and pat the little kids on the head. Mokuba must have noticed this too, because he whispered, "They must be busy."
Kaiba began to stride straight to the first class section. But something very eerie made him and several others stop.
All the gas masks were hanging down out of their compartments.
Several people ignored them or pushed them back into their places. Others, curious as to why they had fallen out, had begun to inspect them. The Stupid Ladies looked at them like they had never seen anything like them before.
Kaiba ignored them. He walked straight to first class and waited for Mokuba to get comfortable by his seat in the window. Then he reached to open the top compartment to put his carry on inside. Kaiba tried to slide it open, but it was stuck. When he used both hands he managed to get it open, but as soon as he did other carry ons began to tumble down on top of him. Cursing, he threw them aside. Mokuba came to help him, muttering about how it wasn't nice of people to put their stuff where other people's stuff was supposed to go. A lot of the other passengers were having similar experiences. Soon, backpacks and pillows littered the aisles. Kaiba imagined the look on the flight attendant's face when she saw this.
Mokuba had begun to peek curiously at the man in front of him. The guy was making a scene because his seat was wet, jumping up and down and cursing the bad service. He also began to push the flight attendant button rapidly, trying to mop up his pants with a blanket. The flight attendant obviously wasn't coming, so the man switched to an empty seat, still cursing under his breath.
"Some little kid must have spilled juice," Mokuba said to himself. Kaiba nodded and waited patiently for the flight attendant to start her "What to do if we happen to crash" lecture. Or for the pilot to say, "Welcome to Flight 145, non-stop to Miami." Or for any of the crew to make any sign that they existed. Kaiba sighed. He started to get up, but the "Buckle Your Seatbelts" sign came on, and the plane began to move. Mokuba crossed his arms on his chest and attempted to look out the window. It was so dark and stormy... the little Kaiba shivered.
Soon, the plane was in the air.
Kaiba sat, utterly confused. There had been no welcome. The plane had taken off in a storm, even thought the man on the intercom had said that the flights would be delayed because of it. People's stuff was sitting in the aisles with no one to claim it. Gas masks had been hanging down as if they had been used. A hysteric lady two rows in front of them had even claimed there was blood on her chair and gas mask. Was this someone's lame idea of a joke?
The low humming noise of the cabin was shattered when a few people came running down the hall, screaming their heads off. Now that the seatbelt sign was off, Kaiba got up and tried to see what was going on. Probably a bug or something had gotten lose and was buzzing around the bathroom...
"Seto, where are you going?" Mokuba asked in a small voice.
"I'm going to see what all this pandemonium's about," he said in a low voice. "Something stupid, I'm sure, but it might be worth seeing..."
"I'm coming with you," Mokuba said, hopping up and standing by Kaiba, who gently pushed him back into a chair.
"I'd feel better if you just stayed here," Kaiba said, watching the anxious looks on people's faces grow.
Mokuba shook his head furiously. "Please let me come with you," he said in a scared little voice that made Kaiba feel guilty.
"Oh all right then," the teen said, making eye contact with Mokuba. "But stick close to me."
Mokuba gave him a "like I wouldn't" look and they began to walk towards the back of the plane. Kaiba heard noises coming up behind them, so he quickly whipped around to see...
The Stupid Ladies, staggering down the aisle from the front of the plane, looking pale and sick. They looked on the verge of collapsing, and Kaiba picked Mokuba up out of the way before one of them fell over on the spot. Mokuba let out a little noise.
"Just... we had just... wanted to say hi... Don't go... look... I didn't... we didn't...know..." the standing Stupid Lady said before falling next to her comrade. Kaiba looked at them curiously.
Mokuba, who was clutching Kaiba's neck tightly, whispered in horror, "W- what d-do y-you think m-made them act l-like that...?"
A bug, Kaiba thought.
Kaiba placed his little brother back on his feet before reaching for the Stupid Ladies, putting them in empty seats like a gentleman. Then he started toward the front of the plane. Mokuba paused with a horrified look on his face, his shiny eyes traveling from the Ladies to Seto, the Ladies to Seto...
"Setomaybeweshouldn'tgolook," he spit out as he fell on his big brother's arm. Kaiba stopped to reassure him before they continued up towards the front. As they went, people asked them where they were going, what they were doing, what was going on up there... Kaiba did not respond to anyone, but grabbed Mokuba's hand and began to walk faster.
They soon made it to the area around the cockpit. Kaiba guessed the commotion was coming from somewhere around here, so he began to inspect the area, and found nothing...
...until he went to the very front to talk to the pilot. Then, he found something he never wanted to see. A horrible smell reached the two as they went inside the cockpit. Mokuba thought it might have been stale food. Kaiba knew it was something else.
When they peeked inside, the brothers discovered with horror that the pilot and co-pilot were dead.
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MG: *nods* Yes the chapters are short but, the cliffhangers are good, no?
Marik: Can I be in the story?
MG: *with fake sweetness* Noooo, but you can review it!
Marik: *storms off sulking*
MG: Anyhoo, thanks for reading, a forwarded thanks for reviewing, (please?) and please come back soon to see what happens! BUAHAHAHA!!!!
Bakura: YES YOU WILL!!!!!!
MG: -_-U Uh, Bakura? He left.
Bakura: *sheepish* Oh.
MG: Anyway, I don't...
Bakura: I get to say it! MG doesn't own Yu-gi-oh and she really doesn't claim to, and she doesn't own an airplane either.
Mokuba: So she had to rent the plane in the story?
MG: Not exactly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The passengers, confused, lined up at the ticket stand. But no one was waiting to take their tickets. The Stupid Ladies, chittering like birds, stuck their heads down the walkway to see if someone was coming. No one did. Kaiba was growing impatient, so he slid Mokuba off his lap and walked to the ticket stand, tearing off his stub, and slapping it down on the counter. He called Mokuba to him and did the same with his ticket. Then they walked down the walkway. Like sheep, the others followed Kaiba's example, and walked down the hallway as well.
Kaiba was slightly surprised to find that no overly cheery flight attendant was waiting to greet them. Not even the pilot was standing there, waiting to shake hands and pat the little kids on the head. Mokuba must have noticed this too, because he whispered, "They must be busy."
Kaiba began to stride straight to the first class section. But something very eerie made him and several others stop.
All the gas masks were hanging down out of their compartments.
Several people ignored them or pushed them back into their places. Others, curious as to why they had fallen out, had begun to inspect them. The Stupid Ladies looked at them like they had never seen anything like them before.
Kaiba ignored them. He walked straight to first class and waited for Mokuba to get comfortable by his seat in the window. Then he reached to open the top compartment to put his carry on inside. Kaiba tried to slide it open, but it was stuck. When he used both hands he managed to get it open, but as soon as he did other carry ons began to tumble down on top of him. Cursing, he threw them aside. Mokuba came to help him, muttering about how it wasn't nice of people to put their stuff where other people's stuff was supposed to go. A lot of the other passengers were having similar experiences. Soon, backpacks and pillows littered the aisles. Kaiba imagined the look on the flight attendant's face when she saw this.
Mokuba had begun to peek curiously at the man in front of him. The guy was making a scene because his seat was wet, jumping up and down and cursing the bad service. He also began to push the flight attendant button rapidly, trying to mop up his pants with a blanket. The flight attendant obviously wasn't coming, so the man switched to an empty seat, still cursing under his breath.
"Some little kid must have spilled juice," Mokuba said to himself. Kaiba nodded and waited patiently for the flight attendant to start her "What to do if we happen to crash" lecture. Or for the pilot to say, "Welcome to Flight 145, non-stop to Miami." Or for any of the crew to make any sign that they existed. Kaiba sighed. He started to get up, but the "Buckle Your Seatbelts" sign came on, and the plane began to move. Mokuba crossed his arms on his chest and attempted to look out the window. It was so dark and stormy... the little Kaiba shivered.
Soon, the plane was in the air.
Kaiba sat, utterly confused. There had been no welcome. The plane had taken off in a storm, even thought the man on the intercom had said that the flights would be delayed because of it. People's stuff was sitting in the aisles with no one to claim it. Gas masks had been hanging down as if they had been used. A hysteric lady two rows in front of them had even claimed there was blood on her chair and gas mask. Was this someone's lame idea of a joke?
The low humming noise of the cabin was shattered when a few people came running down the hall, screaming their heads off. Now that the seatbelt sign was off, Kaiba got up and tried to see what was going on. Probably a bug or something had gotten lose and was buzzing around the bathroom...
"Seto, where are you going?" Mokuba asked in a small voice.
"I'm going to see what all this pandemonium's about," he said in a low voice. "Something stupid, I'm sure, but it might be worth seeing..."
"I'm coming with you," Mokuba said, hopping up and standing by Kaiba, who gently pushed him back into a chair.
"I'd feel better if you just stayed here," Kaiba said, watching the anxious looks on people's faces grow.
Mokuba shook his head furiously. "Please let me come with you," he said in a scared little voice that made Kaiba feel guilty.
"Oh all right then," the teen said, making eye contact with Mokuba. "But stick close to me."
Mokuba gave him a "like I wouldn't" look and they began to walk towards the back of the plane. Kaiba heard noises coming up behind them, so he quickly whipped around to see...
The Stupid Ladies, staggering down the aisle from the front of the plane, looking pale and sick. They looked on the verge of collapsing, and Kaiba picked Mokuba up out of the way before one of them fell over on the spot. Mokuba let out a little noise.
"Just... we had just... wanted to say hi... Don't go... look... I didn't... we didn't...know..." the standing Stupid Lady said before falling next to her comrade. Kaiba looked at them curiously.
Mokuba, who was clutching Kaiba's neck tightly, whispered in horror, "W- what d-do y-you think m-made them act l-like that...?"
A bug, Kaiba thought.
Kaiba placed his little brother back on his feet before reaching for the Stupid Ladies, putting them in empty seats like a gentleman. Then he started toward the front of the plane. Mokuba paused with a horrified look on his face, his shiny eyes traveling from the Ladies to Seto, the Ladies to Seto...
"Setomaybeweshouldn'tgolook," he spit out as he fell on his big brother's arm. Kaiba stopped to reassure him before they continued up towards the front. As they went, people asked them where they were going, what they were doing, what was going on up there... Kaiba did not respond to anyone, but grabbed Mokuba's hand and began to walk faster.
They soon made it to the area around the cockpit. Kaiba guessed the commotion was coming from somewhere around here, so he began to inspect the area, and found nothing...
...until he went to the very front to talk to the pilot. Then, he found something he never wanted to see. A horrible smell reached the two as they went inside the cockpit. Mokuba thought it might have been stale food. Kaiba knew it was something else.
When they peeked inside, the brothers discovered with horror that the pilot and co-pilot were dead.
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MG: *nods* Yes the chapters are short but, the cliffhangers are good, no?
Marik: Can I be in the story?
MG: *with fake sweetness* Noooo, but you can review it!
Marik: *storms off sulking*
MG: Anyhoo, thanks for reading, a forwarded thanks for reviewing, (please?) and please come back soon to see what happens! BUAHAHAHA!!!!