A/N: Any of the airline companies or ranks of anyone is completely made up by me. I'm no expert in the world of rescue so take it with a grain of salt. I've tried to make it as realistic as possible but I'm sure there are a few holes. But remember this is just a story and not a full novel lol. I'm hoping to entertain you and I'm writing it because it's fun. This chapter clears up what happened to the rest of the Bad Luck. I hope you continue to enjoy the story Also I have put links to all the sites I used for research at the bottom. ((Sorry this took so long to update FF was giving me a hard time uploading sighs))

Chapter 4

Month: May

On television sets and radios across the Asian Pacific coast…

"The world holds their breath as one of Japan's hottest pop bands…Bad Luck, all members, including the famous romance author Yuki Eiri plus their staff, has been missing for over twenty-four hours. Their plane, according to Pacific Airways, went down somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. The band was headed for a performance in Wellington, New Zealand when their plane vanished from the skies. A rescue team has been investigating their flight plan and few planes have been scouring the water for any signs of the missing band. Experts fear the plane went miles off course and that no distress signal was issued during the crash," the newscaster explained, she paused and held up a finger, "Wait; we have live feed coming from Yamada Kazuma, who is currently stationed in Wellington awaiting any word on the event.

A young man appeared live standing in front of Wellington airport. "Good afternoon Fujiwara Kumiko, we just heard from the director of the rescue team here in Wellington, New Zealand. Apparently they have spotted what they think could be Bad Luck! There was comment on floating debris and what could be four people in life jackets," the man said animatedly. "Still no word if any of them are alive…but we will keep you updated as soon as we hear anything."

"Yuki…" Shuichi murmured, floating almost lifelessly in the cool salty water.

But there was no reply; Yuki, Sakano and Suguru were all too weary, exhausted and beaten. When the back end of the plane landed in the water, all four were left on the surface of the water. The impact had knocked the wind out of them, but the shield from the plane lessened the possibility for major injury. A miracle? Yes.

Thanks to Hiro for finding them the lifejackets during their descent, all four of them were able to stay above water. Only that seemed perilous, since a whole day went by as they rested submerged in the water, the sun beating on their heads during the day, the cold chilling their marrow at night.

Too tired to talk, they simply held onto each other, not wanting to loss one another. Only Shuichi had enough willpower to keep talking to the group. Of course a lot of his exclamations were that of despair and reminders that they could be eaten by sharks. Everyone was living their own personal hell, it seemed as though they were going to die on the ocean. In many ways, it would have been easier if they'd all perished during the crash...

But when all hope was lost, minds almost succumbing and welcoming death, an engine could be heard overhead. Wearily Shuichi let his eyes travel to the skies…a plane.

Wait a plane!

"Guys look, a plane," he said painfully.

This time Yuki opened his eyes and looked up, there was indeed a plane. But it only soared overhead and everyone watched it disappear in the distance. No!

"Come back," groaned Shuichi, his head lying back pitifully.

An hour later the sound of a chopper could be heard in the distance, a rescue chopper.

Hiro was returning after finding some wood, he had a nice bunch of dry kindling to start a fire. They might as well have a fire, something that would keep them warm during the night and of course hopefully give a signal for rescue. His guts rumbled unhappily and he squeezed his eyes shut in pain. Was it the coconuts?

Dropping the small pile of wood on the beach, he spotted K who looked awfully pale. "Are you cold? You don't look so good," Hiro said kneeling down on the beach. He began to make a spot for a fire and set up the kindling like a tepee.

"I feel like I have chills," K groaned, "I think you were wrong about those coconuts."

"But they didn't taste bad," the guitarist informed, "I'm not feeling so hot either. Did you find some dry grass, or something we can start this fire with?"

"Yea, there is a bunch of it under this rock," K said, pushing aside the rock he used to keep the tinder from blowing away and grabbed a handful. "You think if we drank tons of water, it'd wash out the bad coconuts?"

Hiro took the dry grass and stuffed it under the tepee of kindling. That's when something dawned on him…the water. "No, don't drink anymore of that water; I think we should boil it first. It's probably contaminated," Hiro voiced his thoughts. Well it could have been the water or a number of things. But all he could do was guess on the water.

K frowned, "Great, even the water is poisonous…err I'll be right back." And as fast as lightning K dashed off to the bushes sick as a dog.

It sounded like K was dying as Hiro worked on the fire. He feared that that would be him soon enough too. Damn they should've known better than to just drink the water. But Hiro's mind just started to wonder how they could purify the water when the sound of an engine was heard in the sky. He froze.

Up in the sky a plane soared by and without hesitation Hiro stood up to wave his arms and yelled. A moment later K was there, the illness forgotten at the brighter sign of possible rescue. He joined Hiro in the waving, but the plane was gone in moments.

They both stood looking after it dejectedly.

"We have to get this fire going, in case they come back," K said in a rush and knelt down to light the dry grass with his lighter. In seconds the grass burned and soon the kindling took as well. Holding down the urge to ralph his guts, he added a few larger pieces they'd collected onto the fire.

Watching their fire burn brightly, they scanned the skies for any more planes. There was none. But off in the distance dark clouds grew and hung ominously, flashes of lightning coursing throughout it. A storm was rolling in and both men feared it would put out their newly born fire. Then there was another sound, faintly in the distance, somewhere out of sight, the sound of a chopper could be heard. Rescue!

"Quickly let's put some green leaves on this fire to create thick smoke!" clamoured K and ran off to the brush to gather some. Hiro was right behind him, collecting some fresh leaves to put on the fire.

Tossing the greens on the fire, it snapped and sizzled at the assault of moisture, sending out a thick white smoke. It burned; they waited, gazing around desperately for a sign of the helicopter. Still ill K sat down roughly and groaned, "Where are they? They must see it."

"I don't know," Hiro said softly not able to look away from the skies.

An hour went by and no one came back. The storm was headed their way, the rumbling of thunder becoming very loud. Clearly the helicopter and planes were not going to return because of the storm.

"I think we should find shelter from the rain K," Hiro said and looked over at his now very sick manager. For some reason he felt a bit of gut ache but he wasn't becoming as ill as K was. The water must be affecting them differently; he must be more adaptable to it than K was.

K only nodded and stood wearily.

Thinking, Hiro picked up a few of the empty coconut shells. He thought he could collect rain water in them and possibly use them to sterilize the stream water. Together they headed for some rocks on the left side of the beach. Which were nothing more than rough edged extrusions of black coloured stone. The water had craved out ledges and created small ponds all around the rock. Rain began to fall, Hiro and K climbed up the rock platforms and ducked under a small over hang and sat on damp rock. Behind them stuck to the walls of the tiny enclave were star fish. Red and orange coloured star fish clung to the underside of the rocky wall. But at least if offered some shelter from the blowing tropical rain storm.

"I don't think it matters where we go, we're going to get soaked," Hiro offered with a sigh. No sooner had he spoken, the rain began to pour down. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed in front of their eyes. Hiro put the coconut shells out and watched the water fill up inside of them quickly. Spray from the rain pelted them even under the shelter. In a very short time, both of them were damp. But instead Hiro concentrated on collecting water to give to K. "Here drink this but slowly, sip it," Hiro told K and handed him the rain filled shell.

K did as he was told; he sipped the water and shivered, "Maybe I'll just die and get it over with already."

Hiro looked sadly at K but he said nothing. He hoped that K hadn't gotten malaria or typhoid or something, but that wouldn't have acted so fast. Those diseases would have taken much longer to develop. Maybe the change of environment caused him a bad case of gastroenteritis. In a moment of compassion he moved closer. Using his good arm, he wrapped it around K and offered his body heat. He noticed immediately that K was burning up, "Hold onto me and try to keep warm," Hiro demanded, forgetting all about any sort of bashfulness. The other man didn't hesitate and wrapped both arms around Hiro's chest and rest his head on his shoulder, striving for some comfort. In moments K fell into a fitful sleep, his breathing coming fast with illness.

Lost and cold, they huddled under the small enclave and waited out the storm.

Seated in the helicopter, wrapped in blankets, Shuichi looked over at his companions. All clung tightly to the blanket they had wrapped around them, faces bruised, their spirits hanging on by a thread. The singer looked over at Yuki, who in return was watching him back. Softly Yuki took Shuichi's hand. As they flew away from the storm, the pilots told them they were headed to Wellington, New Zealand, to a hospital.

"But what about Hiro? What about K-san?" Shuichi asked, dreading the answer.

"We didn't see anyone else, I'm sorry," one of the pilots said. "We'll look for them as soon as this storm passes. But right now just try to relax."

Relax? That was an understatement, Shuichi thought. As worn as he felt he couldn't help but let a few tears flow over his missing best friend. He sat quietly and cried.

A/N: I know that I could have made the rest of Bad Luck stranded and that in itself would be very cool. But that is not how I wanted to do things. I wanted this to be a K and Hiro fic mainly, so this is why I have chosen the path I have written.

Research Sites

The bible of all Survival Sites: http/ to climb coconut trees and facts: http/ about Gastroenteritis: http/en. Diseases (never really needed this but I researched it anyways): http/ add sites that I use for each chapter for anyone interested in wanting to learn more.