Something wasn't right.
Raito could already tell as he followed her inside, floating gently behind her.
Passengers lined the rows, the plane bulging in tight capacity. Yawns, almost simultaneously escaladed around the cabin, no matter the early hour people were still flying. Some people were straining in their seating, others fitting perfectly in the small rows. They all had too many things, most shoving their article up into the overhead bin, some putting their things underneath their chairs. Another curious thing Raito noticed was that all of them were preoccupied. Small headphone from Ipods or CD plays were in almost every ear, some were on their cell phone making last minute calls before the plane went into the air. Other's who were already seated were either on their laptops or looking at some sort of reading material and of course their was conversation.
Nobody even paid a glance at the five suspicious figures. Two were in the front, one in the middle and two in the back. Their eyes were focused up front, expression serious yet their hands moving constantly. Unable to keep still like they were nervous.
It reeked of danger.
And Raito was the only one who noticed.
Of course, being how "god" was as cruel as he's always been seated Samira right down next to the man in the middle who didn't even look at her as she came to sit down. And of course she didn't notice anything strange about the man.
That was her first wrong move.
Raito went up towards the ceiling to avoid the people who were passing underneath and he saw her turn her body to look up and see him floating there in deep thought.
He was wondering how to handle this, how to stop the men who were going to take over the plane.
Mira sat down and buckled herself in, keeping her bag close where the Death Note was in. She felt like taking it out and looking through it but not with Raito so close by. She had the feeling that he wouldn't like that too much and ignoring the urge instead she pulled out one of the worn magazines in the pocket of the seat in front of her and skimmed it with little interest.
The plane lurched backwards pulling away from the gate and Mira found her eyes drifting towards the window.
The runway was laid out before from just a few seconds before the plane turned around completely and was now facing the direction she had just been watching. The man in the seat next to her she noticed shifted uncomfortably in the seat when she had looked over him. That's when she took real notice to what he looked like.
He needed to shake badly, and his ragged light brown hair was a distraught mess. He had large dark brown eyes that were slightly glazed over and when she made eye contact quickly looked away.
Was that a warning?
Something wasn't right. Finally Mira noticed that but before anything could be said the plane began its short trip down the runway, gradually picking up speed before taking to the air.
It happened right before the drinks were served. The one in the front stood up, a signal to the rest and stepped out into the aisle, blocking the flight attendant. The woman could tell something was amiss. He didn't say anything and his expression was serious, eyes narrowed.
"Excuse me sir, I need to get through." She said in a polite manner, a hint of fear to her tone.
He didn't move, didn't say anything, just stood there.
"Sir, please will you move." Her voice was more pressing now, and slightly louder which grabbed the attention of the people sitting in the nearby rows.
Finally he shook his head and spoke loudly.
"No."
Scared she stepped back as he went up towards her. That's when the others stood up, all strategically placed on the plane.
And too Mira's horror the man next to her stood up and shoved his way out into the aisle.
Raito had been watching intently this entire time; he knew the names and ages of everyone on the plane because of his shinigami powers. But he was curious as to how Samira was going to handle this.
Mira brought her hand to her mouth, in dumb horror.
Terrorists.
They were going to take over the plane.
Her eyes grew wide as the others finally realized what was happening.
And somebody screamed.
The leader of the group took charge, grabbing the flight attendant easily. He was a large man, with dark features and chopped black hair. There was practically no struggle when he pulled out the knife, encased in a layer of wax.
They had done it quite simply. Breaking in was the first step. One of their men had been employed as a worker there and was in charge of putting the food on the plane. A simple black box was placed right inside the barrier of the airport. The security was lax in this tiny airport and it quite easily placed underneath the seat of one of the areas. The reason for the wax was also simple. Personal didn't have that strenuous of a check out when it came to metals and such. The airport had already preformed the background checks and the men and woman who worked there did have to go through metal detectors. The wax was a new product of long hours of work. It hid all the properties of metal from the metal detectors and was hidden carefully on the spy/worker. There was one supplied to each of the terrorists on the plane and they all took out there threatening weapons.
Raito smiled, they didn't know that Kira was onboard this flight though and that would be their doom.
"We are taking over the plane!" He screamed, in his menacing voice that boomed through out the cabin. "You make even the slightest move and you'll all die."
Then in his native tongue ordered the man in the center to go and pry off the door to where the pilots where situated at.
"The Death Note Samira," He whispered in her ear.That's when Mira took her chance. Quickly she pulled the bag out from under the man's chair and shuffled through it looking for something in particular.
Raito watched with great interest and smiled when she pulled out exactly what she needed. A driver's license.
That's when she went for the Death Note, pulling it out with careful precision so she wouldn't be noticed. The man she was sitting next to had given her cover but now he was gone and she was out in the open again, exposed like the rest of the people onboard.
Fumbling in her pocket she pulled out an ink pen and flipped open the cover of the Death Note.
Mira store a glance at the driver's license and scribbled his name down.
"You don't need to write how they die, he'll die of a heart attack. Just write down the time." He whispered again, very near her. She felt as if she could even feel his breath on her cheek.
And with that she wrote in her mess of writing 3:05.
It was 3:04.
It was quick. There was crying all around her but she was silent, watching intently the man who had been sitting next to her.
Would it work?
That question was answered quickly.
The man grabbed his chest suddenly, coughing. The leader of the group and another who was an accomplice who was helping the coughing one looked at him, unsure of what was happening. He fell against the door, his eyes bulging, now grasping for breath as his body slowly sunk downwards. They stared in horror at what was happening, how much effort had gone into this.
People took the initiative then and two large men grabbed the leader and threw him into the accomplice. The two in the back were taken down in quite a similar fashion and the whole plight was over.
Mira was silent, his expression twisted into a small smile.
Raito laughed, his maninical, boisterous laugh that echoed only in her ears.
"How's it feel?" He asked, floating back down to her level."Like nothing."
"Exactly."
I did not see the whole. I only saw this rock ahead of me; I only saw this poisonous snake which I had to kill in order to take the next step. I only saw the problem directly in front of me. If I had seen the whole thing, I would have been too overwhelmed to have attempted this.
-Henry Morton