This chapter has a serious surprise in it! I hope you're ready. Hehe . . . Anyway, read and review! I hope you like this chapter!

Love,

Victoria Faust

P.S. Omoi means Emotion

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"N-next flight to Berlin, departing in one h-hour . . . " The young man stuttered into the microphone; still disturbed by what he had seen earlier.

Faust jerked awake. He looked down at Yoh, then at his watch. He had fallen asleep. Faust dug deep into his mind and tried to remember what had happened. The last twenty-four hours just were jumbled up into a foggy haze inside his mind. He had drifted in and out of sleep numerous times, so it just seemed like one long dream. He smiled. Sleep was coming easier to him lately.

He looked at Yoh, who asleep.

How the hell can you still be asleep?

Yoh was lying still on Faust's lap, not a care in the world. Faust smiled. It wasn't until now that he realized just how lucky he was.

"NO! Faust look out!" Yoh suddenly sat up, sweat running down his face.

"Yoh! What's wrong?" Faust asked, holding Yoh's shoulders.

Yoh looked at Faust and hugged him. Faust was surprised. Yoh had been peaceful just a moment ago!

"You're okay! You're not . . . " Yoh hung his head, his eyes wide with shock.

Faust held Yoh close to him. Yoh held onto Faust's arm, too frightened to cry.

"Tell me what happened." Faust said.

Yoh just shook his head and breathed deeply. For the longest time, Faust just held Yoh, neither of them saying a word.

"It was so awful." Yoh whispered.

For some reason, it hurt Faust when Yoh said this. He could hear the hurt and the fear ringing in his voice.

"What happened, Yoh? I can't help unless you tell me." Faust said.

"You . . . you were killed." Yoh said, breath ragged and uneven.

Faust hugged Yoh tighter. Yoh just lay there, still frightened. Faust understood. The death of a loved one, even in a dream, was the worst experience in the world. It leaves you shocked and helpless, until someone comes to save you . . .

"Do you want to talk about it?" Faust asked.

"Not now, later." Yoh pleaded, "Please."

"That's fine. I'll wait." Faust said.

Faust looked at his watch.

"Yoh, It's time to go. Are you ready?"

Yoh nodded and he couldn't help but smile.

"Yea."

Faust grabbed the small bag they had with one hand and Yoh's hand with the other. Faust gently tugged on Yoh's hand and they walked over to the line. The young man at the desk began boarding the plane. Faust looked at the line. There weren't that many people at all! He sighed with relief, at least it wouldn't be crowded.

Faust and Yoh moved up in the line until they got to the front. The young man looked up at Faust and his eyes got wide. He just stared at Faust and Yoh, not saying anything. After a long silence, Faust became irritated.

"Excuse me . . . " Faust looked at the man's name tag, " . . . Derek. Are you going to check our tickets, or . . . ?"

Derek suddenly jumped and grabbed Faust's tickets.

"Y-yes sir! Right away, sir!" He said, scanning the tickets.

Derek . . . what kind of name is that? He must be American . . .

Faust laughed to himself.

Derek shakily handed Faust back the tickets.

"H-here sir . . . have a nice f-flight." He stammered.

"Oh, will do." Faust paused and looked directly at Derek, "Come on Yoh, love." Faust said walking into the gate.

Hearing that, Derek fainted. As soon as Faust heard Derek fall to the ground, he laughed. He still got kicks out of freaking people out.

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Yoh bounced along the gate to the plane, excited. Suddenly, vivid flashes of his nightmare flooded back. He stopped dead in his tracks and stared down the hall. Faust stopped and turned around.

"What's wrong, Yoh?" Faust asked.

"Please, please don't leave me." Yoh pleaded, looking up at Faust.

"Of course . . . now let's go . . . " Faust said, holding out his hand.

Yoh walked up to him and held his hand. And as if it had never happened, Yoh smiled and walked down the hall.

Faust didn't understand it, the dream had obviously affected Yoh . . . yet, he can just keep smiling after the visions go away. He hoped it wasn't serious . . .

Faust looked at his ticket and found their seats. Yoh sat by the window and Faust sat on the aisle seat. Yoh looked at Faust, puzzled. There was an empty seat in between them, why wasn't Faust sitting there?

Yoh stared intently at Faust, waiting for him to move. Nothing happened.

"Um, Faust?" Yoh asked, leaning over the arm rest.

"Hmm?" Faust relaxed in his chair, deep in thought.

Yoh coughed and patted the seat next to him.

"Yes, it's a seat." Faust mumbled, putting his hand on his forehead.

Yoh frowned.

Okay, plan B.

"Faust, why aren't you sitting here?"

Faust flashed his ticket at Yoh.

"I sit here. Not there. I can't change my seat." Faust said.

"Yes you can! Just move over here." Yoh protested.

Faust looked at Yoh, then out the window.

I want to be as far away from that damn window as I possibly can.

"I . . . er . . . " Faust was running out of excuses, "I um . . . can't."

Oh yea, THAT was brilliant. Damn.

"Is it my fault?" Yoh asked.

"No! It's just . . . um . . . " Faust stalled.

I don't want to tell him I'm afraid of heights!

"I'm afraid of heights . . . " Faust whispered.

"What?" Yoh asked.

Faust took his hand off of his forehead.

"I'm afraid of heights." Faust said, a little louder.

"Huh?" Yoh asked, leaning closer.

Faust was getting irritated.

"I'm afraid of heights!" Faust said.

"You're afraid of HEIGHTS?" Yoh cried.

"Sshh!" Faust said, trying to find the nearest exit.

"It's okay! Sit near me and it'll be okay . . . look!" Yoh shut the window, "Now we can't see out the window!"

With a sigh, Faust moved over to the seat nearest Yoh.

"Um . . . excuse me?"

Faust looked up.

Oh HELL no . . .

Lyserg stood, looking at Yoh and Faust.

"Hi Yoh! Hi Faust! I knew it was you." Lyserg said, smiling and waving.

"Fancy seeing you here . . . " Faust said, seriously rethinking the trip, " . . . Wait . . . what ARE you doing here?"

"Oh . . . I am going back to England." Lyserg said.

"This is the plane to Berlin . . . " Faust said.

Lyserg just looked at him with a blank smile.

"...Which is in Germany." Faust pointed out.

Lyserg nodded.

"I thought that I'd sightsee a little bit before I continue to England. Anyway . . . I'll be in my seat which is about two rows behind you! Bye!" Lyserg waved.

Yoh waved back.

"Imagine! Lyserg being on the EXACT same flight as us!" Yoh said looking at Faust.

"Yes . . . imagine that."

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Haha hah! If you guys didn't know . . . Lyserg Diethel is a British boy who competed with Yoh and everyone in the Shaman Tournament. Google him if you still don't know. HAHA! Please Comment!

Love,

Victoria Faust