Again, I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh, anything associated to Yu-Gi-Oh! (except for a whole bunch of Rise of Destiny packs), anything associated with Summer Vacation (CU Mix) (including its genre), any airline companies, and airline blankets. As a matter of fact, the only thing I own is myself (who happens to be speaking now, and will keep herself out of this story for as long as humanly possible).
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Chapter 2: Trip Hop
It was going to be a long plane ride. Any plane ride that wasn't an interisland hop was considered a long plane ride.
Some kind soul on the plane had turned the air conditioning to a few degrees off of absolute zero. Another kind soul coughed. Varon quashed the urge to take the souls of the two people previously mentioned. He had traded in his normal shirt for a tacky aloha shirt, and the person that had coughed sat directly behind him. The airline blanket didn't bother keeping him warm.
Somewhere far behind him, Amelda argued with a flight attendant.
Somewhere far in front of him, Raphael snored.
The flight had been delayed for several hours due to "technical difficulties". As a result, everyone had gotten a free set of earphones. The music the plane had to offer was as bad as its food.
Three seats down, a baby cried.
Five seconds later, the public announcement system came to life.
"We are expecting some turbulence. Please fasten your seat belts."
Somewhere behind and to the left of him, a woman screamed as the plane took a sudden dive.
Somewhere behind the scream, Amelda laughed.
The plane bucked up, then down. Varon now had a vague idea of how the fruits in a fruit smoothie must feel a split second before pulverization. His stomach turned.
Raphael continued to snore.
The plane pitched to the left. The baby resumed crying. A female voice swore softly.
The plane continued to lurch unsteadily.
Somewhere behind him, and getting closer, Amelda swore.
"Well, looks like someone forgot his seat belt," Varon taunted, as the redhead somehow got to his feet. Amelda opened his mouth to respond, then shut it, then put his hand over it, as the plane took another crazy direction change.
"Eyes like steel, stomach like a rotten pumpkin," Varon muttered, as Amelda stumbled towards the nearest bathroom. His blanket, which had become attached to his trenchcoat, obediently followed.
The plane slowly stabilized. Varon sighed with relief. The baby fell silent. The pilot's voice grated through the cabin.
"We will be landing at Honolulu International Airport in a few minutes. Please put your trays in the upright position and fasten your seat belts. Thank you for flying--" Varon stopped paying attention.
Raphael's snoring had stopped.
Amelda stumbled out of one of the bathroom, still a very unhealthy shade of green. On the way over to his seat, he attempted to grab Varon's unopened juice. The plane turned to the left. Amelda walked off with Varon's peanuts. Varon snickered. Those peanuts would probably make Amelda sick again. Not that he didn't deserve it.
As the passengers disembarked, Varon peeked out of one of the windows. It was about mid-morning, and all he saw was gray.
It was going to be a very long trip to Hawaii indeed.
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Author's note: Well, the airlines DID give my family those earphones whenever they were disgustingly late. The music was HORRIBLE. I cut out mention of which airline Dartz had stuck his henchmen on, because I didn't feel like advertising. Varon's little peek out the window should explain the bumpy ride over to Hawaii. If not, the next chapter will definitely explain it.
Considering that Dartz made last-minute reservations, he was very lucky to get all three Doom Warriors onto the same plane. Holiday travel gets disgustingly hectic during the Christmas season.