His original intent was to swallow half a bottle of sleeping pills (well, just two) and sleep for the entire plane ride to Japan, but somehow that just didn't seem right. Because, now, Izumi and Takamiya were stuck in the airport with the plane being two hours late, and Takamiya got onto the conversation of buying new drapes for the kitchen. Drapes for the kitchen. Not the movie they saw the other night where the cars kept exploding and the men were more than attractive. Not the football matches Izumi made Takamiya watch with him, or cars, or anything of importance. No. It was drapes. Peach colored drapes "that would look just fabulous with their cedar cabinets."
So this got Izumi thinking of the sleeping pills that he normally took when flying because he hated heights, pressurized cabins, and screaming babies. Izumi knew that is was going to be a miserable flight because the mother next to him just couldn't seem to get the little one-year old parasite's trap shut. People always asked the two why they never adopted and Takamiya would just reply, "We're not ready." What he didn't tell them was the story of a little girl who kept stepping on Izumi's shoe in a long during a Christmas spree. Izumi then threatened that Santa would no longer bring her presents because she "had been a nasty child who stepped on people's 100shoes." The girl then preceded to cry and clutch her teddy bear tightly all while Izumi to tell the little girl that her parents would no longer love her because parents don't love little girls who don't get presents from Santa. Yes, people asked why they never had adopted. But there was Takamiya talking about a new table that would need to be bought if the put up peach-colored drapes. Izumi's hand twitched, begging to swallow the whole damn bottle that as tucked away in his pocket. No. He was here with Takamiya to rekindle their relationship; he was going to listen to Takamiya talk a bout drapes and tables and every item that caught his interest because he cared, not about the topics, but staying with Takamiya.
Within the hour, the two had boarded the plane and were sitting for the flight to take off. The seat behind Izumi was kicked. Izumi sighed. Great, now he was going to have to sit through this whole flight with a little kid kicking his seat. As if he didn't hate flying enough.
"Hey Izumi," Kick. "It'll be pretty late when we arrive," Kick. "In Kyoto, so we should probably," Kick. "Stay in a hotel and not go to you parents," Kick. "Because I really don't want to wake them up so late at night." Kick.
Izumi, ignoring Takamiya's remark, shot his head around the seat and gave a death glare to the little two-year responsible for kicking his seat. "Look you little bast—"
"Izumi!" Takamiya whispered harshly. "Don't you dare yell at the little kid, and especially don't say bastard in front of him," Takamiya harshly whispered. Bastard. As if the kid could understand Japanese.
Izumi, begrudgingly heeding Takamiya's advice, turned, "Look, don't kick my seat," Izumi crooked his head further to see if any mothers were around. None. "Because if you keep kicking my seat, your mommy won't love you anymore."
The child began to cry.
Izumi turned and sat comfortably in his seat without a kicking child. He could feel the harsh glare of Takamiya on the side of his face. It wasn't Izumi's fault; the kid shouldn't have been kicking in his seat.
Izumi reached into his pocket and pulled out his bottle of sleeping medicine. It was going to be a long flight and he had a feeling that a very unhappy mother would be coming back soon. Besides, Takamiya and he could rekindle their relationship when they got to Japan.
Izumi swallowed two pills.
Three hours later, Takamiya could not have been more irritated, not just because he hated plane rides, or that the child had been moved from behind Izumi's seat to behind his, but by the fact that Izumi took sleeping medicine and gave none to him. Kick. Kick. Kick. Yes, Takamiya was quite irritated indeed.
Kick.
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Hehe, sorry. I know it's been more than a week. But school, work, and getting really sick kind of delayed me. Sorry. The next ch. probably won't be up for a little more than a week because I'm going out of town and own't have my computer with me.