Chapter 4

The five assassins meet.

Dang, I'm really having fun writing this. Really hope that everyone is enjoying the story.

--With Weiss--

They had to switch planes at California and then it was a one way trip to the New Orleans airport.

"I really hope that New Organs is less busy than this." Ken said as they were jostled through this airport as well. It was one in the morning but the airport was still pretty busy.

"It's New Orle-ans." Omi said tripping over the word.

"You can't even say it right." Ken said and sat at the window seat. He and Aya had an agreement that they would change seats in the next plane. Omi and Yohji had a similar agreement.

"Only four more hours of this," Ken grumbled and went back to sleep.

All the way across the country Kay was five hours from New Orleans and struggling to stay awake.

--four hours later with Weiss--

"Finally, my butt was starting to fall asleep!" Yohji exclaimed not quite oh so quietly.

Just as Yohji said, they had arrived. The rest of Weiss were grumbling about the morning, even Aya.

'Whoever the hell let kids into first class will pay dearly' Aya thought giving the five year old that bugged him the entire four hour ride over here the Super Takatori Death Glare TM. The said five year old wasn't even fazed. The New Orleans airport was very crowded.

"Let's just hurry up, get our bags, and wait for that Kay girl. She should be around here somewhere." Ken said. He had Omi's arm around his shoulders and was almost carrying him. Omi, it seemed, had a fear of flying over the states. It wasn't something that any of the other boys could figure out so they just let him be. Now he was regretting all that worrying because it had tired him considerably.

All but one of the bags showed up on the turnstile, and that bag just happened to be Yohji's.

"Aw crap." Seemed to be the best thing that he could say but in his mind this was running at top speed 'Please don't let anyone dig around in there, oh please, please, please. My poor magazines.'

So everyone but Yohji grabbed their bags and waited on a bench near the entrance, after, of course, checking in with the coming out of country person 1 who just didn't want to seem to take their passports. Finally, after about half an hour of convincing the woman with pickle breath that they were not Japanese terrorists, they were finally allowed to sit and wait. And wait, and wait, and wait.

"Where the hell is this girl? She's an hour late." Yohji grumbled.

"I have the number to her cell phone. Give me a minute." Omi said as he dialed the number. (Do Japanese cell phones work in America?)

--With Kay--

-Saints come marching in plays on her cell phone-

With a start Kay came to full alertness as her cell phone went off.

"Hella? This is Kay speakin'." She said into the phone. "Hey, this is Omi Tskuyino from Japan. We're at the airport, where are you?"

"Uhhh, gimme a minute." She replied looking at her surroundings. "Not in a ditch. Sorry, musta dozed off. I can see the airport, gimme five minutes, ten if it's been rainin' where you are?"

"We're right at the front door. You can't miss us."

"A'aight, be right there."

And with that she hung up and started to try and get out of the ditch she was now parked in. 'That's it. I am never going three days without sleep again.' She thought as she put the truck into all wheel drive and started the task of getting out of the mud. After five minutes she had freed herself and was now looking for a parking spot. Another couple of minutes brought her right in front of the door. 'My luck is finally with me.' She parked and went inside the airport to meet her new teammates.

Yaaaaay another chappie done. Hope that all of you liked it. Please review. And as always if you can't read the spelling errors (It's trying to give you and idea of the southern accent.) Just say so and I'll stop writing that way. See ya'll next chapter.

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