Yay! I updated again!

I made this one almost right after the chapter before, because I felt inspired to write for this story, so I'm pretty confident in this chapter ;D

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING. THE ONLY THINGS THAT I OWN IN THIS STORY ARE THE UPCOMING OCs AND THE IDEA OF THE STORY. NOTHING ELSE. MARK WALDEN OWNS ALL.

Wing had only been to the big city thrice in his entire life. Twice, he was impressed and awed by the infrastructures and modern cars that passed by their old one. Once, he had been disgusted. The pollution that was widespread in the city was horrifying. Heaps of trash in the slums, and rivers filled with dead fish and muddy water. Besides those, he was still stirred by the wonders of the mechanical world.

This, however, was the only time he visited an international airport.

Wing's mouth was slightly agape at the sliding doors and activity in the entrance. What awed him more, was the fact that almost five hundred people came to see him off.

People of great sizes and shapes came to see him off at the airport. Kids were waving him good-bye, and good luck, while parents smiled at him proudly.

His parents were proud.

"To think, our child was chosen for Battala de Paz!" His mother said to herself, booming with pride. His father was too happy for words.

Once, they had passed through security (that being strangely lifted; maybe it was the fact he was currently special?) Wing looked at the giant airplanes that were outside the glass windows. He had the sudden urge to run to them and stare. They were HUGE.

Planes of every shape and size were lined up outside the glass window. There was one of Cathay Pacific, Northwest Airlines, and a lot more. From afar, he could see passengers boarding different planes. People of every race rushed by, chasing their flights. The planes were being loaded with baggage , and others took off. Wing saw a large plane, that looked fancy, and seemed to be for the extremely rich. Was that his plane?

"That's not your plane son." His father told him. Wing cocked an eyebrow inquisitively. "That is." He told him, pointing to a window near them.

This time, Wing really did run to the window. His plane was bigger than any of the other planes there. They seemed miniscule compared to it.

The logo of Battala de Paz was emblazoned onto the tail of the airplane. The plane must have been able to seat at least a thousand! Either that, or there were amenities in that plane that caused the size.

Wing's mouth was agape. He had never seen anything like it. He turned to his parents, and he slightly frowned. They seemed so happy, but tears were in their eyes. Wing suddenly realized that he would be gone for a very long time.

"Good luck." His father said, placing an encouraging hand on his shoulder. His mother hugged him tightly. "Come home safe, alright?" she said, tears brimming in her eyes. "Thanks mom." He said embarrassedly. She straightened up, and cuddled hi father. Wing smiled happily. "I'll bring home the honor!" he told them, running to the boarding gate. "I'll win the tournament!"

Wing saw his parents off, and entered the boarding gate. Running through the last minute reminders his trainer Lao gave him, he straightened his face.

"Your opponents will be looking for a novice to insult. Do not show them your excitement, for they will think that you're a child." Lao told him. Wing nodded, straightening his face.

"The competitors will be more powerful than you think." He said. "They are representing their entire country, Wing. And so will you." The last phrase was said quite proudly.

"Do us good, Wing. We're all counting on you," Lao told him. Wing nodded. Lao smiled thoughtfully, and told him, "However, the tournament was also created to make peace between countries, so you can get close with others there."

"Lao…" Wing couldn't finish his sentence. Lao raised his eyebrow questioningly. Caught unaware, Wing hugged him.

"Thank you, Lao." He said earnestly. Wing swore he heard a slight sniffle, before his trainer met his eyes. There were no tears, only fiery confidence.

"You're welcome, Wing."

When Wing entered the airplane, he was slightly taken aback. There must have been at least six hundred people there, counting the airplane crew. Four competitors each were gathered around a round, intricately carved table, which was currently being used for lunch. As far as Wing could see, there were bathrooms with grand shower rooms and Jacuzzis for five people each. A bar was seen on one end of the plane, and there was a mini-arcade on the other end.

"Please take your seat sir, and lunch will be served shortly." The flight attendant kindly said, ushering him to a seat with three people. It was a subdued group, not seeming to have broken the ice just yet.

"Hello…?" Wing said, as he sat down. A red headed girl, looked at him and smiled. "N-nice to meet you." She said, slightly nervous. "My name is Laura Brand" she told him, a Scottish accent visible. "And you are?"

"My name is Wing Fanchu." He told her, shaking her hand. Another girl, this time blonde ("Probably American." Wing thought) looked up at him.

"I'm Shelby Trinity, it's nice to meet you Wing." She said, shaking his hand too. The last of the group stayed subdued.

He was quite strange. He had white hair, and blank blue eyes. Wing's eyes narrowed, but his look disappeared when the boy looked at him.

"It's nice to meet you…"

"Otto Malpense." He said quickly, his British accent explaining his probable origin. Wings eyes widened visibly, but before he could say anything, a flight attendant came up to them and asked what they wanted to eat.

After they had eaten, (the group wasn't quite as subdued; three of them had started to talk about themselves, while Otto was silent), an announcement rang throughout the plane.

"Good Afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot Ivy Gonzales speaking. Please fasten your seat belts, whilst the flight attendants will be cleaning your tables and will help you get ready for takeoff.

It's a beautiful day in Tokyo, Japan and we will be arriving to our destination in ten hours. Thank you and I hope you'll enjoy your flight."

Wing's eyes sparkled with excitement, and so did everyone else's (Otto's blank expression didn't change at all). They were finally headed to the Island.

8D Wing's a country hick XD

Naw, I'm kidding. It's just that he hasn't been to the big city much. He lives somewhere in Japan that's not part of the big city. Maybe Hokkaido? I dunno =P

Oh, and the thing about the pollution there, I'm sorry if I offended anyone ^^;. It's just that this is in the future, so yeah, Japan has changed XP

Besides that, YES, OTTO IS NOT THE MAIN CHARACTER, AND YES HE WILL BE THE QUIET ONE. Scary.

R and R plz =3