Somewhere Over Japan

SkyMark Airlines

Flight 1894-208 (nonstop flight to Domino City)

Friday, January 30th

4:34 A.M.

Men In Style Section

February's Man of the Month:

Seto Kaiba, CEO of the Kaiba Gaming Corporation

Aglaia scanned the picture of the Kaiba Corp CEO, noting that the stylish trench coat was built on giant shoulders pads. Very fresh.

She read on.

Though we couldn't get an interview with this business warrior, the card gaming veteran brings new meaning to geek chic. A shark in the office room, Seto Kaiba beat out Schroeder Corp's Zigfried von Shroeder for this month's title because of his company's recent success in America. The Kaibaland America(trademark) grand opening is to be on the 5th of February and is already sold out full for the next three months.

This was her first time seeing this man, and it dawned upon her that Kaiba Corp was the company that bought out her father's and this man, Seto Kaiba, had essentially ruined her life as she knew it.

As payback, she turned the page.

Showed him.

Looking out the window, the rising sun illuminated a flock of sparrows in the distance.

Aside from the sounds computer clicking, snoring, and wind breaking around the plane, Aglaia was alone with herself and the rows of other people on the charter flight.

Somehow she got stuck off somewhere on her own, with her mother, brother, and father scattered elsewhere.

A girly yawn came from behind her, and bored with only herself, Aglaia listened in to what went on behind her.

"Oi, Aika, are you awake?"

" . . . "

"Aika?"

"Aika, wake up will you!"

"gah. . . don't wake me up, Kokoro. Dang . . . I was having this ah-MAZING

dream. . ."

"About what?"

"Do you even have to ask?"

"Of course, it's Zigfried-sama!"

"Duh! He's SO gorgeous. I'd play card games with that guy any day. . ."

"I can't believe he lost to that boring Kaiba-guy for man of the month."

"Yeah, those jokers up in Popteen don't know what they're doing."

Aglaia reopened her magazine and looked again at Kaiba. Strange how those things arrange themselves.

"Hey, girl."

Aglaia jumped in her seat, because she realized that they were talking to her.

"Y---Yes?"

"Let me see that. That's this month's Popteen, right?"

"W---Wait--" Aglaia's magazine was ripped from her hands before she could object.

"I just wanna see it for a second." The two girls flipped through the pages, pointing and commenting obnoxiously.

"Ugh. What are these things you've circled? You don't seriously like red berets, do you?"

"Ayumi Hamasaki? In THOSE heels? You've got to be stupid."

"No one wears Me Jane anymore."

"Or Lip Service."

"And what's with this white biker jacket? Miwa Mochizuki so had it wrong there."

"Everyone knows that--"

"Miwa Mochizuki is a fashion goddess." The pair looked up in alarm to see the imperial eyes of mocha and violet.

The glasses came off.

"Wha---What's with your eyes?"

"And any woman of style knows. . . that white biker jackets are retro 80's." Kokoro and Aika's backs were pressed into their chairs, but they could still not escape the strangling gaze of a someone that Aglaia knew not.

Aglaia was no longer there, and her voice fell out of her body, making way for a new conscious.

Two mere mortals were faced with the vengeful glare of a millennium-old goddess.

Aphrodite had taken over.

And she was pissed.

She tore the Popteen from the Aika's hand, though the girl did not protest. "What is this?" she demanded with ultimate authority.

The two girls were stricken speechless in terror. An aura of puissance kept them silent.

"Huh?" Aglaia's pupils expanded and she pulled out her purple pen. "I missed something."

She circled an Alba Rosa handbag and the seat behind her was silent for the rest of the plane ride to Domino.

Domino City, Japan

Domino City International Airport

Departure Gate D-13

Friday, January 30th

5:20 A.M.

Aglaia, as per her nature, was one of the last people to get off of the plane. She was never good at inserting herself into crowds.

When she finally made her way into the airport, Aglaia found her mother with her arms crossed in frustration.

"Where's Dad?" Aglaia asked.

"Oh, he went to get some coffee. But I'm more worried about your brother. I swear, the entire plane ride he was so antsy! He kept bothering the flight attendant about when we were able to use cell phones again. Now he's gotten on the phone and I don't know what to do."

Kalliope pointed to the closed off smoker's area where Kenichi sat shouting through smoke into his cell phone.

Being the mother that she was, it never occurred to her that she could ordain him to tell her who it was he was on the phone with. That wasn't quite the way she rolled.

Aglaia gave her brother a questioning look, which he caught, and got up to leave the smoking area.

"Okay. Tomorrow, behind the school. Okay. Bye." Kenichi slapped his phone shut and looked up to his mother and sister with eyes of innocence.

"Who was that, Keni?" Kalliope asked, reaching out to his shoulder as he characteristically pulled away, not being one for open affection.

"A pen pal. Since we're moving here I figured I'd meet him."

Many problems with this came to mind for Aglaia for Kenichi rarely wrote nor cared for much friendly contact with people. At all.

Kenichi turned a warning eye to Aglaia and she kept her mouth shut, though she would have anyway.

"Sooooo, do either of you have any ideas for decoration?" And the rest of the uncomfortable silence between the siblings was filled with Kalliope's frilly musings.

Aglaia awkwardly twirled her ring. What was on her mind-- her brother's strange behavior-- was quite a different thing than what was currently invading her mind.

Unbeknownst to her, an age old titan with a diva-attitude had been awakened-- and oh, she was pissed.