"I see! So that's why you recognized her..." Feliciano mused. "I knew I didn't like her. How rude." I nodded as I carefully sipped my fifth mug of tea for that flight. I called Watanuki earlier with my mental discovery, and received yet another slip of paper with meaningless shapes on it. This time it was two rectangles, one within the other. I tucked it away again and bit my lip. Either I was coming extremely close to a good thing or a really scary girlfriend.
Ludwig was waiting for us at the gate. He smiled plesantly and gave me a warm hug. "Ach, it has been so long. Time goes fast, Ja?" I grinned at the German. "Your brother called ahead. We're looking for a trunk that was on the 1:00 Korea flight. And we only have thirty minutes."And so we frantically ran for the baggage claim. Once finding the terminal, we waited about ten minutes for the cases of luggage to begin it solemn march down. It was going on 15 when Feliciano spotted it. "There!" He pointed "Up there!" I could make out the edge of my antique trunk when I slapped my forehead. Ivan had given me the trunk and key for my twelfth birthday to hide stuff in. So much for that. It slid onto the belt and nearly reached my hands when this tall, bald guy ina suit and sunglasses glanced around twice and snatched the trunk off the belt. I freaked. I had less than 15 minutes to get to my flight, of which I didn't know, and one of my favorite belongings was being hauled off by some ass. I frantically looked around for anything when I saw a kid holding a soccerball. "LemmeborrowthatTHANKYOU!" I pulled the ball out of the kid's fingers, threw it up, and kicked as best I could. "THEIF!" I screamed as it connected with my foot. The ball sailed past a few confused travelers and proceeded to knock the guy's feet out from underneath him, causing the old trunk to topple. I tried to catch it but someone else did. "Whoa, wouldn't want that to break. Then where would we be?" I looked at the catcher. It was Tino, Finland respectively. On the other end was Magnus (Norway), who nodded and mutter, "A very bad place." Behind them, Berwald (Sweden) and Regner (Denmark) appeared to be having a very intimidating chat with the random guy. The pair set the trunk down, just as security gruffly ushered a horror-stricken theif into custody. "You don't have all day Miku!" I glanced back at Feliciano and Ludwig, who nodded approvingly. Judging by the way the hollow clattering was being emitted from the box as the man had run, I knew there would be something smallish. I carefully inserted the iron key, turned it like I had as a young girl, and lifted the lid.
Inside was another box which explained the two rectangles. But the lock was odd, fitting only a thin something. "Does anyone have anything like this with them?" I frantically looked around at my company, and they all were confused. "Wait, could it be..." I thought aloud. I plucked the guitar pick off of my neck, hoped for a miracle, and slid the thin plastic into the shaft.
There was a click, and then a few more, the sound of gears, and then a tiny bell. I carefully lifted the lid of the tin box.
It was an average size diary, with a cerulean blue cover , with red, white, and navy plaid. There were tiny teacups, umbrellas, wellies, and telephone booths all over, and at the bottom, a little navy graphic of Parliament and Big Ben on the bottom. The cover was snapped shut by a little red plaid bow. A post-it note was stuck to the cover. It read, "Have an idea as to where you're going?"
Oh.
My.
God.