Disclaimers/ warnings: See first chapter.
A/N: Okay, really sorry about the slow post time on this story. This last week has been the week from hell as far as assignments in my English class are concerned. To make up for it, I'm going to make this chapter a longer one. Thanks to: Yohji Kudou, Misura, F@l@pino H@ter Sl@yer, Ambika-san, Secera Crystalfire, Raiyenchan, Bloodrose 'Valentine' Foxxstar, Berserker Nightwitch, Cayenne, Mizu ni Johin, Genuine-san, and Pandora.81
All these people reviewed the story. If you want -your- name on the pretty list, review this time. And so, without further ado, on to the story!
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Yohji sighed loudly as he sat in his seat on the world-class 747, waiting for take-off. Despite many desperate attempts at escape during the past three days, he was headed for America and four hellish weeks of sports camp. No amount of begging, pleading, bribery, blackmail, or quick-escape plans had gotten him out of Aya's revenge. Yohji groaned again and buried his head in his hands. There was no way he'd been heinous enough to deserve -this-!
"No, thank you Miss, I can get the bag myself. Although there are a few other things you could help me with. . . " Yohji's eyes shot open at the voice coming from his seat neighbor. //That sounds an awful lot like- // He turned in his seat and came face to face with the blue-eyed, red- haired German of his favorite rival assassin group.
"Schuldig!" he exclaimed, completely shocked. "What are you doing here?!" Schuldig looked just as surprised as Yohji felt.
"Flying to America - wait a minute! What are -you- doing here?!" Schuldig asked, pointing at him accusingly. Yohji shifted uncomfortably, throwing his mental shields up quickly.
//I can't let him know what I'm really doing in America,// he thought frantically. //He'd tease me the whole way there.// "I - uh - I have a special assignment in Nevada," he lied. //Nevada - a huge desert. What a great place for a sports camp,// he whined to himself. Schuldig looked surprised at his answer.
"Oh - me, too," he said, sounding slightly confused. Yohji blinked at him. Schuldig blinked back. //Well this is awkward,// Schuldig thought to himself. Then he grinned, as he suddenly got a great idea. "Hey! This is great! I was going to be bored sitting here by myself on this loooooong plane ride, but now I can bother you all the way to America!" Yohji didn't bother suppressing a groan that time. Hours upon hours of Schuldig's blathering was the last thing he needed.
"Shove it, Mastermind," he growled. "I -so- don't even want to hear it." Schuldig leered at him, but Yohji ignored him and went back to the magazine he was half-heartedly reading. After being ignored for about twenty seconds, Schuldig gave up and slumped back into his chair with a huge sigh. Yohji disregarded him.
"Man, this is soooooo boring!" Schuldig whined. "And we haven't even taken off yet! Where does fearless leader get the idea to send me off to America?"
//Where indeed,// Yohji thought.
"I mean, four weeks! FOUR WEEKS man! What am I gonna do there for four weeks? There's no way any one assignment can take that long!"
Yohji paused in his reading. //Four weeks huh? Odd coincidence.// He shrugged it off and continued with his article: 'How to make yourself look younger.' Yep, a beauty magazine - not like he needed the advice or anything, but his selection was limited. Besides, Aya's bastardly, money- grubbing ways had imposed a maximum on the amount of money he could spend buying entertainment for the flight. Aya was so mean!
Schuldig was still talking. "I wish he wasn't so good with his mental shields. I mean, he was just sitting there, reading the paper and ignoring me, and then all of a sudden he got this phone call and perked right up. Then he had this huge grin on his face and asked me if I'd take a mission to America for him. . . what am I saying? ORDERED, more like it. Bradley never asks for anything." Yohji narrowed his eyes. Phone call? This was beginning to sound familiar.
"So you didn't have a choice in the matter either, huh?" he asked finally. Schuldig looked slightly surprised at his question, as though he'd expected Yohji to wander off or something during his monologue. After studying the blonde for a moment or two, he shook his head.
"Nope. Just gave me some cheesy line about 'only you can accomplish this' and 'I'm better needed here'. The usual crap. So I don't have a clue what's up." Yohji nodded disinterestedly. //I wish Aya's even -tried- to convince me. No way. Just the typical 'Get out Kudou' and a suitcase shoved at me. Jeez. You'd think he didn't want me around or something.// Yohji chuckled a little at his thoughts, and Schuldig looked at him curiously. He glared at the German.
//As if Fate weren't being cruel enough already, I just HAD to get stuck on a flight with Schuldig, a motor mouth unlike any other, and of course he just HAPPENS to be my seat partner. That was just downright low. I wonder if Fujimiya planned this. Maybe he and Crawford are in cahoots.// At this point he realized Schuldig was nattering at him.
"I can't imagine what Bradley's going to do without me for four whole weeks. He'll probably be lonely. Maybe he'll call me back. That'd be hilarious. He's so stingy. You know how much money he gave me for this trip? Five bucks! That's it! He said, 'One each to make a call back every Friday - and one for unforeseen expenses.' Then he just started chuckling - almost like Farfello does when he catches Nagi reading those NC- 17 stories on the web. It's hysterical. The kid turns all red in the face and slams the monitor down on his laptop, then he screams at Farfie for about fifteen minutes, and Farf just sits there laughing maniacally the whole time, and then Bradley-"
"Don't you ever shut up?!" Yohji snapped at length. Schuldig stuck out his tongue at the blonde, then plugged in his headphones and tuned into the radio, crossing his arms defiantly. Yohji groaned and rolled his eyes. //He really is a blathering fool,// he thought angrily. //He talks more than Omi on a sugar rush or Ken when someone brings up soccer.// Annoyed, he rifled through the pages of his magazine, and upon reaching the end of the 'tasteful makeup' section, shoved the thing into the seat pocket in front of him. Then he glared moodily out the window. The safety video came on, and he ignored it - Schuldig snickered at the thought of going down over the ocean, but Yohji ignored him, too. To tell the truth, Yohji was just a teensy, tinsy bit scared of flying. He didn't like the idea that his life was in another person's hands - someone he'd never met and didn't trust in the least. Besides, pilot's had to fly back and forth all the time, who knew how tired they might be? It seemed pretty dangerous to him.
Schuldig smirked at him, catching ahold of the blonde's thoughts. "Aw, d'you want me to hold your hand, Yotan?" he teased. Yohji pulled away from his fingers and settled his hands in his lap.
"No. Leave me alone." Schuldig pouted, but he rolled his eyes and went back to listening to music. About forty minutes later, the drink lady came by. She was an older woman, maybe fifty, with makeup smeared indelicately over her face. She smiled sweetly at them, and both Yohji and Schuldig gagged.
"What can I get you boys?" she asked, giggling a little. Schuldig swallowed his horror and grinned at her.
"Anything with a bite, if you know what I mean," he answered, winking. The woman frowned.
"Boys like you shouldn't be drinking this time of day. You'll get rowdy and loud." Schuldig glared at her.
"What do you mean, 'boys like me'? I'm a full-grown man, Ma'am, and well- cultured at that." Yohji snorted. Schuldig frowned at him. "What?! I am! Living with Crawford does that to a person." Yohji tilted his head, considering this. Satisfied, Schuldig turned back to the stewardess. "Now, Ma'am-"
"No! Absolutely not!" she exclaimed, whacking him on the head with a set of plastic silverware. "I will not have drinking on this flight!" she screeched. Schuldig pouted.
"But Bradley ALWAYS orders martinis when we fly back to Germany. . . " The stewardess glowered at him.
"Well, whoever this Bradley is, I'm sure he's a much more cultured and responsible man than you are. Probably better-looking, too." Schuldig balked at this. Yohji chuckled. The stewardess regained her sweet smile. "Now. I'll bring you each a Coke, how's that?" She reached out and pinched Yohji's cheek. Then she winked at him. Yohji paled. She sauntered back up the aisle, swinging her hips a little. Yohji felt like he was going to be sick. Glancing at Schuldig, he saw the same expression on the German's face. Then the flame-haired man's expression became a fierce scowl, and he chucked his in-flight magazine at the hatch.
"That's so not fair! Bradley always gets special privileges like that!" Yohji groaned as Schuldig's nasal voice launched into another exposé on Schwarz life. He rubbed his temples. It was going to be one hell of a flight.
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Aya: So. . . what did you learn today?
Yohji: Schuldig's a chatterbox and you and Crawford are conspirators!
Crawford: Lucky coincidence, that's all.
Schuldig: LUCKY?!?!?!
Aya:. . .
Crawford: You'll see.
Ok! End part 3! I'm really trying to get them up quickly, I promise. Please keep reviewing - it helps because it makes me feel guilty about making everyone wait. Thanks for all your nice comments! !-.-! ( Look! It's Aya! The '!' marks are his eartails!
A/N: Okay, really sorry about the slow post time on this story. This last week has been the week from hell as far as assignments in my English class are concerned. To make up for it, I'm going to make this chapter a longer one. Thanks to: Yohji Kudou, Misura, F@l@pino H@ter Sl@yer, Ambika-san, Secera Crystalfire, Raiyenchan, Bloodrose 'Valentine' Foxxstar, Berserker Nightwitch, Cayenne, Mizu ni Johin, Genuine-san, and Pandora.81
All these people reviewed the story. If you want -your- name on the pretty list, review this time. And so, without further ado, on to the story!
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Yohji sighed loudly as he sat in his seat on the world-class 747, waiting for take-off. Despite many desperate attempts at escape during the past three days, he was headed for America and four hellish weeks of sports camp. No amount of begging, pleading, bribery, blackmail, or quick-escape plans had gotten him out of Aya's revenge. Yohji groaned again and buried his head in his hands. There was no way he'd been heinous enough to deserve -this-!
"No, thank you Miss, I can get the bag myself. Although there are a few other things you could help me with. . . " Yohji's eyes shot open at the voice coming from his seat neighbor. //That sounds an awful lot like- // He turned in his seat and came face to face with the blue-eyed, red- haired German of his favorite rival assassin group.
"Schuldig!" he exclaimed, completely shocked. "What are you doing here?!" Schuldig looked just as surprised as Yohji felt.
"Flying to America - wait a minute! What are -you- doing here?!" Schuldig asked, pointing at him accusingly. Yohji shifted uncomfortably, throwing his mental shields up quickly.
//I can't let him know what I'm really doing in America,// he thought frantically. //He'd tease me the whole way there.// "I - uh - I have a special assignment in Nevada," he lied. //Nevada - a huge desert. What a great place for a sports camp,// he whined to himself. Schuldig looked surprised at his answer.
"Oh - me, too," he said, sounding slightly confused. Yohji blinked at him. Schuldig blinked back. //Well this is awkward,// Schuldig thought to himself. Then he grinned, as he suddenly got a great idea. "Hey! This is great! I was going to be bored sitting here by myself on this loooooong plane ride, but now I can bother you all the way to America!" Yohji didn't bother suppressing a groan that time. Hours upon hours of Schuldig's blathering was the last thing he needed.
"Shove it, Mastermind," he growled. "I -so- don't even want to hear it." Schuldig leered at him, but Yohji ignored him and went back to the magazine he was half-heartedly reading. After being ignored for about twenty seconds, Schuldig gave up and slumped back into his chair with a huge sigh. Yohji disregarded him.
"Man, this is soooooo boring!" Schuldig whined. "And we haven't even taken off yet! Where does fearless leader get the idea to send me off to America?"
//Where indeed,// Yohji thought.
"I mean, four weeks! FOUR WEEKS man! What am I gonna do there for four weeks? There's no way any one assignment can take that long!"
Yohji paused in his reading. //Four weeks huh? Odd coincidence.// He shrugged it off and continued with his article: 'How to make yourself look younger.' Yep, a beauty magazine - not like he needed the advice or anything, but his selection was limited. Besides, Aya's bastardly, money- grubbing ways had imposed a maximum on the amount of money he could spend buying entertainment for the flight. Aya was so mean!
Schuldig was still talking. "I wish he wasn't so good with his mental shields. I mean, he was just sitting there, reading the paper and ignoring me, and then all of a sudden he got this phone call and perked right up. Then he had this huge grin on his face and asked me if I'd take a mission to America for him. . . what am I saying? ORDERED, more like it. Bradley never asks for anything." Yohji narrowed his eyes. Phone call? This was beginning to sound familiar.
"So you didn't have a choice in the matter either, huh?" he asked finally. Schuldig looked slightly surprised at his question, as though he'd expected Yohji to wander off or something during his monologue. After studying the blonde for a moment or two, he shook his head.
"Nope. Just gave me some cheesy line about 'only you can accomplish this' and 'I'm better needed here'. The usual crap. So I don't have a clue what's up." Yohji nodded disinterestedly. //I wish Aya's even -tried- to convince me. No way. Just the typical 'Get out Kudou' and a suitcase shoved at me. Jeez. You'd think he didn't want me around or something.// Yohji chuckled a little at his thoughts, and Schuldig looked at him curiously. He glared at the German.
//As if Fate weren't being cruel enough already, I just HAD to get stuck on a flight with Schuldig, a motor mouth unlike any other, and of course he just HAPPENS to be my seat partner. That was just downright low. I wonder if Fujimiya planned this. Maybe he and Crawford are in cahoots.// At this point he realized Schuldig was nattering at him.
"I can't imagine what Bradley's going to do without me for four whole weeks. He'll probably be lonely. Maybe he'll call me back. That'd be hilarious. He's so stingy. You know how much money he gave me for this trip? Five bucks! That's it! He said, 'One each to make a call back every Friday - and one for unforeseen expenses.' Then he just started chuckling - almost like Farfello does when he catches Nagi reading those NC- 17 stories on the web. It's hysterical. The kid turns all red in the face and slams the monitor down on his laptop, then he screams at Farfie for about fifteen minutes, and Farf just sits there laughing maniacally the whole time, and then Bradley-"
"Don't you ever shut up?!" Yohji snapped at length. Schuldig stuck out his tongue at the blonde, then plugged in his headphones and tuned into the radio, crossing his arms defiantly. Yohji groaned and rolled his eyes. //He really is a blathering fool,// he thought angrily. //He talks more than Omi on a sugar rush or Ken when someone brings up soccer.// Annoyed, he rifled through the pages of his magazine, and upon reaching the end of the 'tasteful makeup' section, shoved the thing into the seat pocket in front of him. Then he glared moodily out the window. The safety video came on, and he ignored it - Schuldig snickered at the thought of going down over the ocean, but Yohji ignored him, too. To tell the truth, Yohji was just a teensy, tinsy bit scared of flying. He didn't like the idea that his life was in another person's hands - someone he'd never met and didn't trust in the least. Besides, pilot's had to fly back and forth all the time, who knew how tired they might be? It seemed pretty dangerous to him.
Schuldig smirked at him, catching ahold of the blonde's thoughts. "Aw, d'you want me to hold your hand, Yotan?" he teased. Yohji pulled away from his fingers and settled his hands in his lap.
"No. Leave me alone." Schuldig pouted, but he rolled his eyes and went back to listening to music. About forty minutes later, the drink lady came by. She was an older woman, maybe fifty, with makeup smeared indelicately over her face. She smiled sweetly at them, and both Yohji and Schuldig gagged.
"What can I get you boys?" she asked, giggling a little. Schuldig swallowed his horror and grinned at her.
"Anything with a bite, if you know what I mean," he answered, winking. The woman frowned.
"Boys like you shouldn't be drinking this time of day. You'll get rowdy and loud." Schuldig glared at her.
"What do you mean, 'boys like me'? I'm a full-grown man, Ma'am, and well- cultured at that." Yohji snorted. Schuldig frowned at him. "What?! I am! Living with Crawford does that to a person." Yohji tilted his head, considering this. Satisfied, Schuldig turned back to the stewardess. "Now, Ma'am-"
"No! Absolutely not!" she exclaimed, whacking him on the head with a set of plastic silverware. "I will not have drinking on this flight!" she screeched. Schuldig pouted.
"But Bradley ALWAYS orders martinis when we fly back to Germany. . . " The stewardess glowered at him.
"Well, whoever this Bradley is, I'm sure he's a much more cultured and responsible man than you are. Probably better-looking, too." Schuldig balked at this. Yohji chuckled. The stewardess regained her sweet smile. "Now. I'll bring you each a Coke, how's that?" She reached out and pinched Yohji's cheek. Then she winked at him. Yohji paled. She sauntered back up the aisle, swinging her hips a little. Yohji felt like he was going to be sick. Glancing at Schuldig, he saw the same expression on the German's face. Then the flame-haired man's expression became a fierce scowl, and he chucked his in-flight magazine at the hatch.
"That's so not fair! Bradley always gets special privileges like that!" Yohji groaned as Schuldig's nasal voice launched into another exposé on Schwarz life. He rubbed his temples. It was going to be one hell of a flight.
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Aya: So. . . what did you learn today?
Yohji: Schuldig's a chatterbox and you and Crawford are conspirators!
Crawford: Lucky coincidence, that's all.
Schuldig: LUCKY?!?!?!
Aya:. . .
Crawford: You'll see.
Ok! End part 3! I'm really trying to get them up quickly, I promise. Please keep reviewing - it helps because it makes me feel guilty about making everyone wait. Thanks for all your nice comments! !-.-! ( Look! It's Aya! The '!' marks are his eartails!