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I am so sorry if this chapter is badly written. Sometimes, chapters are hard to write. So, I apologize in advance.

I also apologize for the shortness of the last chapter. Yeah. I know. It was shOrt!

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TO THE STORY AND THE SUCKISH CHAPTER ABOUT TO HAPPEN!

~NumberSixteen

Hikaru and Haruhi stood in line at the airport, waiting to get their tickets checked and get on the flight.

"Haruhi..." Hikaru whined for the millionth time, "Why did we have to take the commoner plane and not my jet?"

Haruhi turned to glare at him, "For the hundreth time, Hikaru. I don't want to take your jet. I would rather take a normal plane with normal people. Now quit asking!"

Hikaru huffed a sigh and finally they got their turn. The lady checked their tickets and they started down the tunnel to the entrance of the aircraft.

They ducked throught the door an into the plane. Haruhi glanced back to see Hikaru's reaction.

"This is a commoner plane? It's so tiny... How do you tolerate it?" Hikaru said, disgusted.

"We squeeze together." Haruhi tossed the answer over her shoulder as she led him to the closest row of open seats. She sat down by the window and he sat in the middle seat.

Hikaru buckled himself in, "How long is this flight again?"

"Eighteen hours." Haruhi said, unfazed.

"So I have to sit in this tiny, compacted space for eighteen hours." Hikaru said.

"If you want to put it that way." Haruhi replied, picking up a magazine and beginning to flip through it.

Hikaru sighed and leaned back into his chair. Suddenly, the seat next to him was taken. A young girl about their age sat down. She had long, flowing blond hair and bright blue eyes. She was skinny and fit. She wore shorts and a tanktop with just flip flops on her feet. She turned and eyed Hikaru, "Hi, I'm Jenna." she offered her hand.

Hikaru shook her hand and smiled, "Hi, I'm Hikaru."

"So where are you from?" Jenna leaned closer.

"Here." Hikaru shrugged, "This is my first time riding a commoner plane."

The girl gave him a funny look, "A commoner plane?" She asked.

"You know," Hikaru gestured around him, "A plane for commoners. I wasn't allowed to ride in my private jet."

Haruhi was listening intently, she just pretended to be looking at the magazine. She rolled her eyes at him.

"You have a private jet?" The girl asked, instantly curious.

"Yeah. I big one. It has everything. Video games, tv, internet, arcade games... Everything." Hikaru nodded at her.

"Wow. Sounds like you're pretty rich." Jenna smiled at him, obviously flirting with him.

Haruhi clenched her teeth, growing even more jealous with every word she spoke.

"Yeah, I am. I live in a huge mansion." Hikaru explained.

"So if you're so rich, why are you on a commoner plane?"

Hikaru rolled his eyes and pointed at Haruhi.

"Who's she?" The girl asked in disgust.

Haruhi slammed the magazine shut and turned to her with a smirk on her face, that she expertly hid from Hikaru's line of vision. She held up her left hand to show off her ring, "I'm his wife."

Hikaru smiled goofily at Haruhi before taking her hand into his. Jenna just glared at Haruhi.

"Yeah, she doesn't like expensive things, so she had me ride on this plane instead." Hikaru grinned back at Jenna, oblivious to the fact that Jenna and Haruhi didn't like eachother.

"Well, that's kind of rude," Jenna said, "Having all that nice stuff and not using it?"

"That's why my Haruhi is so special to me," Hikaru smiled at her, "She's not like other girls I have dated. We actually got married only yesterday. We are on our way to our Honeymoon in the Carribean."

Jenna nodded. "Oh. Well you two have a fun, romantic time there." She turned away and took out her Mp3 player, and stuck the earphones in her ears.

"She seems nice," Hikaru turned to Haruhi as she picked up her magazine again and began to flip through it again.

"Yeah," Haruhi muttered.

"What's this?" Hikaru snatched the magazine out of her hands.

"Hikaru..." Haruhi mumbled as he began to flip through it.

"What are all these things?" He asked, admiring all the products on the pages.

"It's called Fly Mall." She explained, "You can order this stuff online."

Hikaru nodded before his eyes landed on a certain object, "Whoa! Spy glasses! Look Haruhi! They're glasses that record stuff!"

Haruhi nodded at him, "Yeah Hikaru, It's pretty cool."

"Can I buy it, Haruhi? Please Please PLEASE?" He begged her.

Haruhi rolled her eyes, "Maybe after our honeymoon."

Hikaru smiled and gave the magazine back. He pulled out his video game and began playing it.

The plane had taken off, and Hikaru was fascinated. He'd never bothered to actually look out the window when his plane took off. Once they'd reached cruising speed, Haruhi got her book out of the carry on bag. She contently sat and read while Hikaru flipped through the Fly Mall magazines. Once it got dark, Haruhi fell asleep reading her book. Her head fell onto Hikaru's shoulder and he blushed. He carefully picked up her book, shutting it. He set it aside and put his arm around her, letting her rest against him.

Jenna stole another glance at them, jealous of what they had. Pulling out her earphones she said, "She looks content in your arms there."

Hikaru turned to her, "Yeah... Well at least I hope she is."

Jenna lifted her eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

Hikaru chuckled, "She never shows how she feels. She keeps it to herself, so we can never tell if she's happy, sad, or anything."

"And you two are newly weds?" Jenna asked.

"Yeah, twenty-seven hours now." Hikaru grinned.

"Then how do you know she even loves you?" Jenna questioned, feeling a bit more confident about flirting with him.

"Because she means what she says." Hikaru pointed out, "And she never breaks a promise. And when we got married, she promised to love me."

Jenna rolled her eyes, "Everybody lies at one time or another."

Hikaru gave her a hard glare, "Did I mention that while we were dancing, she told me she loved me and kissed me? Yeah. She NEVER does stuff like that. But she did, so that must mean something. So I don't think you have the right to doubt my own wife's love for me when you haven't even known me a full eighteen hours."

Jenna huffed irritably and put her earphones back in and turned the other way.

Hikaru just chuckled to himself, turning his attention back to the sleeping Haruhi. He had to admit, she did look absolutely adorable. Hikaru wondered things as he watched her sleep. He wondered what was in store for them in the future. Like how many children they will have. What will become of them? Who will they marry one day. Will he ever be a grandfather? He also wondered if he was even ready to be a father. He sat and imagined who he will be one day.

As these things crossed Hikaru's mind, he eventually drifted off into slumber. The next thing he knew, he was being woken up by Haruhi. "Hikaru!" She said, shaking him heartily, "Hikaru! Wake up! We are about to land."

Hikaru blinked his eyes open, "Whaaa...?"

Haruhi nodded to him, "Wake up sleepy head, we're there."

Hikaru rubbed his eyes and sat up, "How long have I been asleep?"

Haruhi shrugged, "Probably around nine or ten hours."

Knowing he got a reasonable amount of sleep, Hikaru felt a lot better. He ran his hand through his hair and stretched. The plane got lower and lower until it finally hit ground at the airport in Puerto Rico. The pilot thanked them and welcomed them to Puerto Rico and Hikaru followed Haruhi off the cramped plane. Once off, he stretched all his limbs. Haruhi patiently waited for him. Once he completely stretched, he took Haruhi's hand and led her away, toward the luggage ramp. When they saw their bags, they grabbed them and hauled them out the doors. And of course, a limo sat waiting. The Choufer took their bags and opened the door for them. But before Hikaru could climb in after Haruhi, his name was called.

"Hikaru!" He turned to see Jenna walking towards him. "You're Hikaru Hitachiian? The designer?"

Hikaru nodded, "That's me." He started back to climbing into the limo but she caught his arm.

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked, drinking in his features.

"Did I have to?" Hikaru asked.

"Well, that explains your jet, but not your wife. Why on earth would you marry a commoner. I wish I'd met you sooner. I'm Jennifer Simpson. My father is Dennis Simpson, the CEO of the major department store, Casys. I could have been her. Again I ask, why a commoner. Such a powerful guy like you, you could have any girl you wanted."

Hikaru gave her a hard look, "The reason I married Haruhi was because I was in love with her from the moment we met, and if you were anything like her, you would have just as many guys at your fingertips as I do girls. Good bye Ms. Simpson." With that, Hikaru got in the limo and the Choufer shut the door.

Jenna just stood, mouth gaping as the limo sped away.

Hikaru took Haruhi's hand again, "I'm sorry," He said.

Haruhi squeezed his hand, "Why would you be sorry?"

Hikaru shrugged, "I got the impression you were mad."

"At her," Haruhi pointed out, "She was all over you like wet towel."

Hikaru grinned devilishly, "You mean... You were... jealous...?"

Haruhi turned away, letting go of his hand, "I never said that."

"Aw!" Hikaru whined, "Come on! You so were jealous!"

"I don't seem to think so." Haruhi crossed her arms when he tried to grab her hand again.

Hikaru just sat and pouted all the way to the docks.

So. I sorta failed. I mean, It's not my best chapter ever, but it's not my worst. So i guess I did okay. :)

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~NumberSixteen