AN: Wow! I can't believe I got so many reviews for just one chapter O.O!
THANKS! XD
For the one who asked me to change the perspective of this story: Sorry, but I like it like this x3.
And Snowball and Haniko scared me o.o… xD
Anyway, just a small chapter… but they'll get longer, I promise :3
Chapter 1: Day One, Part One
I slowly open my eyes, groaning as I rub my head which is hurting like hell. I'm lying on something soft, apparently, and when I try to swallow some of the saliva that has built itself up in my mouth, I also swallow a lot of sand.
What the hell? Planes are not supposed to have sand in them! I blink and finally notice that I am not in a plane, but on a beach… okay, what the hell? We couldn't be at Austria yet, could we? That definitely wouldn't explain the fact that I'm already lying on a beach. Maybe that bastard of a Sasuke is playing a prank on me or something.
But then there is this overwhelming smell invading my nose—it smells like fire, like something is burning. I lift myself up from the ground, wobbling a bit as I do so. My arm hurts a lot and I notice it's actually bleeding, as well as my leg. It isn't anything serious though, so I ignore it for the time being, until I know what the hell is going on here. I look around me and I can see the ocean. On the other side of the beach, there's some sort of jungle—it's not really a forest, but it's exotic, which is pretty strange, because Austria isn't really supposed to be exotic.
Okay, so I probably am not in Austria.
Anyway, let's get back to the investigation. I finally turn around and this time can see where the smell of fire is coming from—my eyes widen in shock as I look at the burning remains of a plane. Half of the airplane seems to be missing, I can still see the wings, cockpit and front of the airplane, though the tail is nowhere to be found. I vaguely wonder how it's possible that I even survived this kind of crash, before my eyes widen again—Sasuke!
Despite the pain in my leg, I run to find any form of survivors—preferably Sasuke. After all, if I survived this crash, Sasuke should've survived too, right? I'm not giving much hope to the pilot and co-pilot—the cockpit is completely wrecked and it's all flames.
"Sasuke!" I yell, though my voice is hoarse and not nearly as loud as it normally is. I hear a faint groan coming from somewhere and I start searching through the rubble. "Make more noise!" I manage to get out of my throat and the person who had been groaning a couple of minutes ago, coughs and splutters something I can't understand. I finally see a hand sticking out of a pile of the plane's remains and I pray to God there's a body attached to it, before I start throwing away the rubble. The pain in my arm and leg become worse, but I ignore it—I have to save whoever I can!
"Damn," I mutter softly, finally seeing a face. It was Sasuke, bleeding from the head. His eyes flutter open briefly, looking at me with a faint recognition. Another five minutes of digging and muttering things to Sasuke like 'hold on!' or 'almost done!' later, I manage to pull him out of it and dragging him to a safe spot, very far away from the fire. If I hadn't been wounded, I would've been able to carry him since the guy is so skinny, but my leg just hurts so goddamn much.
I briefly hesitate. Should I stay with Sasuke or should I go search for more survivors? I briefly blink and let my mind take over—if I go back and at least get a lot of supplies, like a first-aid kit, drinks and foods, we might be able to survive. After all, who knows how long we could be stuck here? It isn't often that I think logically, but I guess my mind works better under pressure or something. The hard part is getting inside of the plane, avoiding all dangerous area's.
The plane is sticking out of the sand, like a ship sinking into the sea, I guess. There are a lot of places where I can enter, but none of them seem safe enough and the place seems like it could explode or fall apart any minute—I have to hurry up. If I go now, I could save some more people, before it's too late and I could at least get some bandages—the wound on Sasuke seemed to be very bad and mine aren't too good either.
Deciding to just go for it, I rush in the burning plane and cover my nose and mouth, so I won't have to breath in too much of the smoke. I look around frantically, and to my disgust, I see one of the two stewardesses lying on the floor, one leg ripped off and it seems as though her neck is broken, since it's lying in a very odd angle. I'm not sure how it happened and I don't want to know either—all I know is, that she's dead. I quickly hurry up and get further into the plane, trying to banish the image of that stewardess lying there, covered in blood.
I walk in further and see the seat I was sitting on before we had apparently crashed—I quickly look underneath the seat and yes! My bag full of clothes and—luckily—deodorant is still lying there! I quickly grab it, before looking under Sasuke's chair and again, I'm in luck. I hurriedly continue with the two bags I've found.
I find the kitchen of the plane finally, even through all of the smoke. There are beads of sweat running down my face, but I try not to think about the heat at all. After two minutes of searching, I've found five bottles of water, a lot of pre-made sandwiches (thank God none of that disgusting plane food they serve on regular planes(1)), some bags with peanuts, two first-aid kits and some coke as well.
Sasuke will be glad about that—if he can't drink coffee, coke is the next best thing.
I quickly race out of the plane with the two bags in my hands (all of the food, drinks and kits are stuffed inside of them) and take them to where Sasuke's lying. The moment I turn around to go look for other survivors (even though there only would be three, since there were only two stewardesses, one pilot and one co-pilot), the plane actually explodes. I'm absolutely dumbstruck… I could've been in there while it happened!
I let myself fall to the ground, the pain in my leg and arm finally returning. All of that adrenaline must've made me forget about it or something. I turn to Sasuke, who is still alive—thank God—and is unconscious, blood seeping out of the wound in his head very fast. I quickly grab the first-aid kit out of the bag and start to dress his wounds. I've never been really good at it, but a friend of mine, Hinata, taught me how to do a bit of the basics. I even know how to make some healing ointments just by using plants, which will come in handy now!
I'll have to thank her later.
After I'm finished dressing the wounds, I allow myself to rest a bit and look around—even though we're just with the two of us now, the whole beach seems to be in panic.
"Damn, where the hell are we?" I mutter to myself, looking around. The only logical explanation is that we're on an island, but where? And how did we get there? And how the hell did the stupid plane crash? The jungle on the far side of the beach is quiet and, quite frankly, scares the shit out of me. I've never been too fond of things like oceans and forests, simply because you never know what's out there, what's lurking behind the trees or beneath the water.
It's just freaky. Or maybe I've been watching too many horror-movies.
I sigh and rub my head, before grabbing one of the bottles of water and taking a small sip out of it. The fire and smoke really hurt my throat, but I refrain myself from drinking too much. I lift up Sasuke's head and pour some water in his mouth, which he drinks eagerly, groaning slightly. I then pour some water over his face to make it at least a bit cooler, since it seems as though his head is on fire.
"Damn, what the hell am I supposed to now!" I yell out, burying my face in my hands. How the hell are we supposed to get out of here? There are people coming for us, right? Sasuke was a rich guy, there would be men coming there in no time! I'm sure of it!
… At least, I hope so.
(1) I hate plane-food XD It's so disgusting… -shivers-