Chapter 2

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She was flying. Really flying, in the arms of a black-winged angel. Her angel. He was carrying her, keeping her safe in his warm embrace. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He held her closer.

"I've missed you, Risa." He whispered in her ear. She sighed contentedly.

"I've missed you too, Dark."

"I promise, I'll never leave you again. I'll always be there for you. I love you, Risa." Oh, how she had longed to hear those words! How often had she lain awake at night, thinking of him, wondering where he was and how he was doing? Wishing she could just see him . . . one more time.

"Harada-san? Harada-san, wake up."

"Mmm . . . it's Risa." She murmured, snuggling closer to her beloved Phantom Thief. She sleepily wondered why he stiffened at her touch, but she was so blissful that he was here that she couldn't be bothered to question him. She'd hate to give him a reason to leave again.

"Um . . . I prefer to call you Harada-san." His voice sounded a little strained. A little . . . agitated?

"Why?" She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at her sweet Dark. Only . . . it wasn't Dark. Dark didn't wear glasses. As her eyes adjusted - for night had fallen while she had been asleep - she realized she was lying against Satoshi Hiwatari.

"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, Hiwatari-kun!" She tried to sit up, but a sudden shaking made her scream and cling to him. "Earthquake!"

"Harada-san, we're in the air." He muttered under his breath. "And you really shouldn't be shouting. There are people trying to sleep."

The plane shook again, and she dug her face into his shoulder, whimpering. "Er . . ." He awkwardly put his hand on her shoulder. "It's just turbulence. The captain came on the intercom a few minutes ago and told us we might -" They were jarred again, and she gripped his arm harder. " - that we might experience a little bit of turbulence. Honestly, it's nothing to worry about." He tried to free his arm from her death grip, but she held on for dear life, especially when the next bout of turbulence - the strongest one yet - hit. She felt a scream welling up in her throat, but Hiwatari's hand quickly covered her mouth, stifling in. She heard him groan.

"Honestly, Harada-san. Haven't you ever been on a plane?"

"N-no!" She whispered, prying his hand away from her mouth. He took the opportunity to pull away from her and adjust his position in his seat so she couldn't latch onto him again. But she wasn't about to. All this jostling . . . it was nerve-wracking. And . . . she had never had a strong stomach. She gulped and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Oh no. Not now - not in front of Satoshi Hiwatari. The quaking began again, making her stomach churn.

"H-Harada-san? Are you okay?"

"N-no." She groaned. Immediately, he shoved a paper bag at her - not a moment too soon. Her stomach heaved as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the complimentary vomit-bag. Hiwatari swallowed and stared out the window. It was he most mortifying thing that had ever happened to her.

"S-sorry." She whimpered after the stewardess came and took care of the bag.

"Don't apologize." Murmured Satoshi. "You couldn't help it. Motion sickness is a common occurrence on a plane, especially when it hits rough air." He pressed a button on his watch and it lit up in the dark. "It should be about thirty more minutes."

"Really?" It sounded almost too good to be true. Had she really been asleep that long?

He turned the light off in his watch and rested his head against the seat. She could see his silhouette from the light of the moon. It would've been nice to lay her head on his shoulder again, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. One, she was completely devoted to Dark and wouldn't evenconsider using another boy's shoulder as a pillow. Two, she was afraid he might push her away, and wouldn't that be embarrassing? Three . . . she didn't want to get too close to him, in case her breath reeked of vomit.

The plane shook again, but this time she fought back her fear. Hiwatari wasn't freaking out. She shouldn't either. She didn't want him to think that she was a baby.

Not that she cared what he thought, of course. It wasn't that at all. She just didn't like the way he treated her - the way he looked down on her. She hated the way his cold, blue . . . very blue . . . eyes scrutinized every single thing she did . . . okay, maybe she was going overboard. Actually, he hardly paid her any attention at all . . . but that was just as bad! So when he did pay attention to her, like when he was forced to sit next to her on a plane ride to Hawaii, she didn't want to make him hate her any more than he obviously already did.

Not that it mattered, of course. After they landed, she would find her sister and Diasuke and spend all her time with them. After they landed, she wouldn't have to speak to - wouldn't even have to lookat - Satoshi Hiwatari again. Not that she would look anyway - she didn't like boys with glasses.

So she shouldn't be thinking about him. At all. She settled back in her seat and tried to ignore the turbulence by turning her thoughts to Dark. Yes, her wonderful Phantom Dark. She pictured all the possible things that could happen - him suddenly reappearing after a six month absence, swooping into her room, picking her up, and them flying away into a beautiful Hawaiian sunset. She ignored the fact that Dark had been a part of Daisuke - she didn't feel like trying to work that one out. She just made up her mind that he would somehow get his own body through some unknown occurrence. Yes . . . it would be perfect.

Or, she could be on the beach with her sister and Daisuke. Dark would swoop in, and though everyone would be excited to see him, he would only have eyes for her. Under the beautiful blue Hawaii sky, they would share a wonderful, meaningful kiss - in front of everyone of course. She internally giggled at the thought.

So distracted was she by her thoughts that she didn't even feel the plane starting to descend twenty-three minutes later. It wasn't until Hiwatari stirred beside her that she snapped out of her reverie. She gasped and leaned over him - making sure to hold her breath - to look out the window. Below them, the entire city was sparkling like jewelry.

"It's beautiful!" Someone commented. People began to awaken.

"Oh God!" Risa said suddenly, for the plane was descending quickly now. "Hiwatari-kun! Is this normal?"

"Is what normal?"

"The going down part?"

"Um . . . yes. How did you think we were going to get back on the ground?"

"I . . . I didn't really want to think about it."

"Ah."

"H-Hiwatari-kun?"

"Yes?"

"I-I think I need another bag . . ."