Manjyoume Jun (Student os.4) has been dozing his life away on the plane, though he had been abruptly waken up as whoever had decided that, while they were driving the plane, they deserved to cause mass mayhem and nearly kill all of the students that they were currently ferrying to Nagasaki. He guessed it could have been worse - he could have been drinking the Mountain Dew (the special mix provided by the GOVERNMENT, because the original from the Association of the Americas was not permitted to come to the GOVERNMENT of JAPAN. It was a little bland, but acceptable. Anyways, even if he did manage to get a hold of the original, it would have been stale by the time he received it) he had managed to scare Marufuji Shou (Student os.2) into giving him earlier on during the plane ride for their wonderful little spring break.
It's been plenty enough shit, as it was, having to deal with that stupid Kagemaru - now they could just lounge around and avoid anyone that was out to kill them, as, right now, he didn't want to have to worry about the whining of a frightened Shou or the countless speeches that Yuuki Juudai (Student os.5) gave, telling him how he was such a wonderful friend and how believing in yourself and your deck was going to somehow turn everything around. Personally, all he wanted was a good chance at
Tenjyouin Asuka (Student ob. 4), though he guessed that was a little too much to hope for. It was just as well - he could keep working on it. He was only a first-year student, while she was a second-year - he couldn't expect too much already, right? When the age gap wasn't so immense... yes, that was when she would be prepared to admit to the feelings he was sure she was going to develop, between now and then, and then he would get what he wanted (Manjyoume Jun always got what he wanted, and this was not going to be the excuse. The entire fiasco that landed him in Osiris Red was a different, unrelated matter).
Enough of the damned digressions, Manjyoume ended up swearing to himself as he sunk in his chair, still slightly drowsy and glowering outside the window at the clouds that flashed by. It's not like I don't have enough time to screw around when we land. An over-night trip to Nagasaki, for a good spring break... He'd been grateful that Duel Academia was offering a chance at a spring retreat away from the school. He was not going to spend that time at home, with the still very angry and difficult Chosaku and Shouji, when he could participate in tea ceremony and watch the flowers and visit the famed United Theatres or the Anzu Plaza. Yes, that would be much more entertaining than dealing with the stuck-up bastards at Duel Academia that were only causing him more and more grief, when he had already proved his worth.
He sighed loudly, and glanced around the airplane.
Chronos De Mediz-sensei was somewhere near the front of the large, nearly first-class plane (It was nothing compared to the ones that he routinely flew on), whining about who-knows-what. He guessed it was because the plane had not been suitably styled (That is, he knew that Chronos-sensei had requested to be in charge of the Obelisks during the ride - and he had not been given what he wanted, evidentially due to a mistake in the seating list due to some sort of data corruption in the school computers), and decided it didn't matter. He could see Tenjyouin Fubuki's (Student ob.5) long legs stretched into the aisle as he gleefully sat at the side of his great companion, Marufuji Ryou (ob.1), who would nod and snicker at the right intervals of what Manjyoume could only assume to be a story about his countless encounters with the opposite gender. The baffled look, every time the Kaizer laughed, was distinct and reminded Manjyoume of a shaggy dog.
Sobasku Yuukito (Student os.1) was sitting in a seat further up along the plane, looking slightly engaged in a paperback book of what he guessed were those British stories that he had caught him reading one day (He had cleverly found a book cover to hide the name and location of origins of the book, though it hadn't been enough to keep Manjyoume from inspecting it. Sobasku had begged him not to inform Daitokuji-sensei or anyone else, because this was illegal in their nation because the Greater Kingdom of Britain had deep ties to the Association of the Americas, but Manjyoume had never really planned on telling on him, anyways). He was sitting faithfully at the side of Shou (who was trying to avoid getting a headache from the Juudai that was supposed to be sitting behind him but was actually standing and leaning over the seat, much to the amusement of his assigned seat partner, Asuka, who was trying to stifle her giggles underneath her hand as the fill-in for Daitokuji-sensei tried to tell him to sit down), who he had apparently met somewhere after he had been demoted from Ra Yellow due to failing the mid-year exams.
His own assigned seat partner, Ayanokouji Mitsuru (Student ob.3), looked bored as he folded his legs at the knees, his foot sticking out into the aisle, and he looked to be listening to some sort of music he guessed by the volume and style was the tamest imports of Western music that the GOVERNMENT would allow. Manjyoume had never had any sort of personal conversation with the upperclassman of Obelisk Blue, though he had one day heard Asuka complaining to Momoe and Junko (Who were on a different plane, to Asuka's disappointment. He figured she had probably had plans to gossip with them on the three-hour plane ride, though he guessed she was probably plenty amused by Juudai's antics) about how the skilled sports jock still, apparently, had given up on his hopes for her hand in marriage. He had decided then that he absolutely hated the boy, though Ayanokouji didn't know that yet.
The black-haired Osiris Red boy gave a forlorn sigh and went back to glowering outside the window, figuring it would be another hour before they would have a decent view of the Omaru Wan. He set his Duel Academia issued camera communication phone (The same one with which he had sent a message to Juudai, demanding a duel from him at the beginning of the year. Oh how low he had already sunk...) to beep with an alarm in about forty-five minutes, and sunk back into his seat, GOVERNMENT-issue Mountain Dew sitting in his lap, forgotten.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Manjyoume stirred himself awake, trying to remind himself that it wasn't fitting to be sleepy upon arrival at their designated hotel, not wanting to have to deal with any of the yelling over an intercom, on behalf of Chronos-sensei, and suddenly being jolted awake as if he was that stupid Juudai. He rubbed his eyes as he groggily tried to regain full control of his consciousness - he very much wanted to look at the Omaru Wan, anyways - it was supposedly very pretty at this time of year, and he knew the Cherry Blossom trees that were bound to be planted around it would be blossoming and gorgeous (Secretly, Manjyoume appreciate true beauty - even if dogs like Juudai couldn't). His lithe, pale hand skimmed through spiked, black locks, and he found himself glancing to his side.
Anayokouji Mitsuru was fast asleep, snoring in his Obelisk Blue uniform with his head lolled against his side. This made Manjyoume snicker slightly, at the almighty, self-confident elitist who had dozed off in such a way that was hardly dignified (At least Manjyoume had managed to situate himself before going to sleep!). Further inspection revealed that Yuukito - who he had guessed had always had low stamina, and wasn't all that surprised - and Shou - which wasn't surprising - were sleeping with each other's heads lolled onto the other's shoulders. Though, he was slightly surprised to find that Hattori Kohara (Student ra.2) and Yattori Ohara (Student ra.5), who were normally always giggling to each other and making up devious ways to cause problems amongst their peers, had gone straight to sleep atop each other, also. Tenjyouin Fubuki was sprawled out in the side of his seat, sleeping like a baby. Actually, the only one who wasn't sleeping was Chronos-sensei, who had some sort of... oxygen mask?
Manjyoume immediately realized that he was quite sleepy himself, and it was hardly from jetlag or any need for more shut-eye. He noticed, out of the corner of his eye, Marufuji-senpai in his seat, banging against his window (And failing as he became increasingly tired, as it looked) and trying to crack it open.
He struggled to try and help Marufuji-senpai in his effort (And might have been more effective if he had been even relatively close to him), in his North School uniform and a perplexed look on his normal over-confident, cocky face, and he sniffed out a subtle but distinct, unusual odor in the air. He groaned, and he heard the bangings of Ryou come steadily softer and then to a complete end. His own noise soon ended, and he got the barest of glimsps at the waving cherry blossoms in the water below.