Hallo! I return, and as I promised, this chapter is longer! Yay! So I hope you enjoy this chapter and please review and such afterwards! Thank You!

Love,

Victoria Faust

Shout Outs:

Isabel Fletcher…If you do read this, in your review PLEASE say more than, "Bee, this is really good!"… I cannot POSSIBLY stress this enough! I like to know what you thought and everything, nothing against you of course! Also, thanks so much to Moi Dix Mois for being so supportive! Many hugs! Also, MANY thanks to Runcrazy and chapstick21! Thank you three for putting up with my fan girlish-ness and assuring me that I indeed do not suck! I don't know what I would do without you guys! Anyway, on to the story!

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"Damn…Lyserg…" Faust mumbled, unhappily.

"Hello! Welcome to Flight 226, service to Berlin…" The stewardess then began to point out safety precautions, while sporting a suspiciously forced smile.

Faust pulled down the armrests and put his elbow on one. He didn't care how long the flight was, he just didn't want Lyserg to be following them…and watching them. Faust shivered.

Scary thought…

Yoh looked at Faust.

"Does the thought of Lyserg being here bother you?" Yoh asked.

Faust turned to look directly at Yoh.

Get out of my head!

"Er…kind of…I guess…" Faust stopped, "Yes. It bothers me a lot."

Yoh nodded.

"I know. It bothers me too. I don't want him to make you uncomfortable." Yoh said.

"Yea? Well…" Faust was interrupted.

"…Please fasten your seat belts and enjoy your flight!" The stewardess finished.

The plane began to taxi slowly and Faust gripped the armrests as if they were going to run away. Yoh looked at him, sympathetically.

Poor Faust.

Yoh put his hand over Faust's and smiled at him. Faust looked at Yoh.

"Thank you, Yoh." Faust whispered, unable to do much more.

The plane began to go faster and it started to shake.

"Open the window, Yoh." Faust said, eyes clamped shut.

"But, you're…"

"I know…but, I'm going to try to…overcome my childish fear." Faust said, opening one eye.

Yoh nodded and pried open the sticky window. Faust opened both eyes as the plane began to rise. Faust's breath quickened and he stared out the window, unable to pull his eyes away. Yoh squeezed Faust's hand reassuringly. Despite Yoh's attempts to reassure him, Faust kept staring out the window as the city and all of the buildings grew smaller and smaller. They rose higher and higher until the city became a mere ball of lights. Faust's face grew pale and his skin went cold. The purple in his eyes shone vividly as he turned ghostly white. Yoh started to panic, afraid that Faust would faint.

"Faust! Are you okay?" Yoh asked, gripping Faust's hand and looking into his eyes.

"I…I'm not sure." Faust said, glued to the window.

Yoh gently moved Faust's elbow off of the armrest and pulled it up. He leaned his head, affectionately, on Faust's shoulder and closed his eyes.

"I'll be here for you, just like the way you're always here for me." Yoh whispered.

Faust loosened his grip on the other armrest and rested his hand on Yoh's head.

"There aren't enough words in the world that could prove how thankful I am for you." Faust said, "But, I'm still trying to figure out why you care about me so much."

Yoh didn't know what to do. He too was trying to figure out why Faust was always on his mind. So instead of saying anything, he grinned. No words were needed, Faust understood it all.

The stewardess put on her fake smile and started to speak into the speaker phone.

"Hello, ladies and gentlemen, please feel free to move about the cabin and please enjoy your flight! And if there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable, please don't hesitate to ask!" The stewardess hung up the speaker phone and groaned angrily.

Faust found it amusing that this woman had been forced to be cheerful. So cheerful that it was sickening. He knew what it was like, being forced to be something that you just don't want to be.

Faust relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief.

I think I'm okay…

"Faust, we can move around now." Yoh said, lifting his head.

Faust looked at Yoh as if he was crazy.

"After THAT little experience? Hell no." Faust said, still extremely pale.

Yoh laughed and stood up. Faust suddenly reached out and held onto Yoh's arm. They looked at each other, blushing, for the longest time.

"Er…" Faust couldn't find the right words to explain his sudden need for Yoh.

"I'll be right back, okay?" Yoh said, still blushing.

Faust let go and turned promptly to the window, embarrassed beyond reason.

Why did I grab him like that? What is happening to me? I'm turning…soft. AGH! Damnit! I feel like I'm in school again…

Emotion overtook Faust and he pressed his forehead against his palm. Tears pushed over his eyelids and he couldn't stop his mind from running crazy.

I could have Eliza. Then, everything would be perfectly fine! Yoh would be with Anna…like he's supposed to be…and we wouldn't have to go through all this…this crap.

Out of the corner of his eye, Faust saw a flash of green. He looked up to see Lyserg standing over him.

"Were you…crying Faust?" Lyserg asked, sitting down in the aisle seat next to Faust.

Faust couldn't hide his red eyes. He didn't know what to say. Lyserg looked intently at Faust's eyes and Faust began to shift, uncomfortably, in his seat. Lyserg's unbreakable stare was making him cringe.

"Were you?" Lyserg asked, leaning over the armrest.

Faust tried to move back, but his limbs froze and he was left helpless. Before Faust could react, Lyserg leaned forward and kiss him firmly on the lips. Then, a little too late, Faust regained the usage of his limbs and pushed Lyserg away.

"What the hell!" Faust cried, moving backwards until he finally hit the wall.

Faust's eyes became wide and he couldn't breathe correctly.

Lyserg winked and grinned.

"Our secret…m'kay?"

Lyserg looked up and smiled innocently.

"Yoh, hi!" Lyserg waved at Yoh, as if nothing had happened.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Yoh asked, pushing past Lyserg and sitting in the center seat.

"Faust and I were just catching up. You know…" Lyserg looked directly at Faust, "Friendly stuff…right, Faust?"

Faust nodded, not sure who he was trying to convince, and stayed pressed up against the plastic airplane window. Lyserg stood and nodded to Yoh.

"I'm gonna go ahead and sit down, 'kay?" Lyserg said, smiling.

"Okay! See ya later!" Yoh said, watching Lyserg skip happily to his seat.

"Huh…I wonder why he's so happy." Yoh said, turning back to Faust.

"I have no idea…" Faust muttered, still shaken.

Hell! What a messed up kid…he must have been dropped on his head as a baby. I wonder what Yoh would do if he found out that Lyserg…

Faust shook his head. He couldn't even think about it.

"Yea…Lyserg is kind of love deprived…" Yoh smiled, "No wonder he likes you so much! You're so easy to like!"

Yoh laughed, unaware of how right he actually was. Faust shook his head and moved so that he was sitting upright in his seat. He looked at Yoh and hugged him tightly. Yoh tensed up with shock, then relaxed and melted into Faust.

"I love you. You do believe me, right?" Faust asked.

"Of course I do!" Yoh said, wondering why Faust was stating the obvious.

Faust just hugged Yoh, hoping that the memory of Lyserg would somehow wash away. He really didn't want to face Lyserg. Who knows, he might try to kiss Faust again. Faust wondered if the reason that Lyserg kissed him was because he really was love deprived. Or was there something else? It was tough to call.

Faust released Yoh and sunk heavily into his chair. Yoh was exactly what Faust needed. A sweet remedy to a terrible day.

"Faust?"

Faust looked at the brunette.

"Yes?"

Yoh blushed and looked down.

"Could you do that again?"

Faust laughed and reached for Yoh.

"Of course."

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Lyserg looked over the three seats in front of him. No one was sitting there so he got out of his seat and sat in the center seat of the row in front of him. Conveniently for Lyserg, this row was right behind Yoh and Faust. Lyserg looked in the crack between the seats. Faust was hugging Yoh and Yoh was blushing a deep shade of pink. Lyserg could feel hot jealousy bubbling beneath his skin.

He didn't realize that Faust was so coveted. He didn't want it to, but it hurt him. He wanted Faust, he didn't know why, but he did. And it didn't matter, whatever he had to do, he would do it. Faust would be his, whether Yoh liked it or not.

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Hehe…this means war.