a/n: Kay, eighth chapter here guise. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Pffffft like I'd have enough talent to create a beautiful series like Detective Conan.

Prompt: Plane

Please stay in your seats and keep your seatbelts on until the seatbelt light turns off. It is 9:37 pm here in Japan, Tokyo, with a temperature of…

"Come on…come on!" He was bored, and not to mention impatient. "Hurry up plane…" He knew that muttering and drumming his fingers on the armrest wouldn't do anything to speed the pilots up, but he had to let his frustration out somehow, right? "Come ON!" he groaned inwardly. "How long does it take to drive a plane a few meters to it's parking space? Seriously?"

Normally Makoto would be calm. After all, being a karate champion involved traveling the world to join competitions, and he had gotten used to long flights and airplane food a long time ago, ever since he was 18. He was a patient man. Of course, this was on any normal day. And this was not a normal day.

He pressed his face against the window impatiently. Minutes stretched to hours. Instead of feeling 25, he felt like he'd aged to 30. Taxiing a plane couldn't take that long, right?

Ding

The sound of the green light on the seatbelt sign turning off had Makoto jumping off his seat in a matter of seconds, grabbing his carry-on baggage in the overhead compartment. No time to waste! He had to see her again. It had been what, a year? Too long since he'd seen her face. Too long since he'd heard her laugh. Too long since he'd seen her smile. He grimaced. Karate competitions had prevented him from seeing her, heck, even calling her. He needed to see her. And not just that.

Today was a special day.

He felt the small velvet box in his left pants pocket. It was time, he'd decided. He needed to tell her, no, show her how much he loved her. After a year of not seeing her, he needed to do this. He promised himself that once they got married, he'd quit karate. It had been a tough decision, but one that he'd felt was the right one.

He couldn't wait to see her and make his move.

She was nervous.

This would be the first time she'd see him in what, a year? Too long since she'd seen his face. Too long since she'd heard his laugh. Too long since she'd seen his smile. She had missed him. So much. It had been too long.

But as much as she wanted to see him, she also didn't want to see him.

She bit her lip. She wondered how she'd tell him. She wondered how he'd react. She was afraid.

She put on a brave face and tried to smile.

"Where are you where are you where are you WHERE ARE YOU!" His head whipped around in a frenzy, looking for the brown hair he knew all too well. His eyes darted from head to head, looking, searching, searching for her. He couldn't wait. He needed to do this.

He touched his left pants pocket once again, patting the velvet box inside for comfort and strength. He could do this. Heck, he'd beaten karate champions. He could do something as simple as this, right?

He took a deep breath and continued searching.

She craned her neck to find him

"Where in the world is he?" she whispered, standing on her tiptoes to find him. She felt mind-numbingly nervous. How would she break it to him?

She closed her eyes and counted to three to calm herself down. She could do this. After all, she'd survived encounters with murderers (pretty much every vacation with Ran had a serial killer or something), right? She could do this.

When she (finally!) found him she steeled her nerves, put on a smile, stood on her tiptoes and waved, yelling.

"OVER HERE! MAKOTO! OVER HERE!"

His head turned towards the sound of his name, and more importantly, the voice of the one he'd waited so long to hear. His face broke out in a smile as he ran towards her, arms wide open.

She saw him run towards her with a grin so wide she thought his face would split in two. Her own smile faltered. How was she going to tell him?

"Sonoko! Sonoko!"

He enveloped his arms around her and embraced her tightly. He buried his nose in her hair and breathed deeply. He'd missed her. So much. One year had been too long. Too long. He smiled as she returned the hug. He needed to tell her. Now.

"Listen, Sonoko-"

"Makoto, I need to-"

They stopped and stared at each other, waiting for the other one to make a move.

"Sonoko, I-"

"I need to tell you-"

They both stopped once again. "You first." Sonoko said with a sheepish smile.

His face broke out in a grin as he dug for the box in his pocket and pulled out the box he'd wanted to show her for so long. He relished her surprise as he got down on one knee, brandishing the box before him.

"Sonoko Suzuki. I've been away for so long, and I'm sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry. But I promise. I promise that I'll never leave you again. I'm quitting karate. I promise, I'll stay with you forever. Because I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. I will always love you. And you are more important to me than anything in the world."

"Sonoko, will you marry me?"

Three minutes passed as he looked at her, her hand covering her mouth, waiting expectantly for an answer.

"Ma-makoto…"

"Please Sonoko. I love you more than anything in the world."

"Makoto – Makoto, I…I…" Then she burst into tears.

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Sonoko?" He quickly got up on his feet and wrapped his arms around her. "Sonoko, Sonoko if you're not ready, than I understand, and I…"

"Makoto, I'm so sorry."

"Wh-what?" Now he was really confused. What was going on?

She pulled her right hand out of her jacket, where it had been all this time. "Makoto, when you were gone, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry… Makoto…"

"What do you mean? What are you saying?" He looked at her with confused eyes.

She showed him her hand, and he gasped, eyes widening in shock and realization.

"Makoto," she whispered, showing him the ring on her finger, "I'm already married."

a/n: AAAAAAND THERE'S THE EIGHTH CHAPTER PEOPLES! So so so so sorry it's short, I apologize. Please review guys (and girls).