There was no way to avoid this kind of confrontation and set of emotions. Evan had it easy asthere was no contract signed with his girlfriend, so there was hardly any consequences for what he was doing, or possibly doing with Artem. That sneaky Russian Figure-skater that had much the same personality as Plushenko; with a clever hint of disguised viciousness. Even though it wasn't hard to see what his intention were, Evan was too excited over a new friend to mind. Artem also realized it was going to take more then a day to completely win his charge over.
Said Russian refused to move any farther from where Evan had left him. You see, Artem had just received a message on his phone from said young man. A rather… Uncharacteristic message. They had finally exchanged phone numbers, before Artem left for the airport, and good too. He wouldn't have to halt his flirting and courting now. Though it seemed things where changed now, and that frightful Asian refused to help him any longer because of how far he'd gotten on his own.
"Sir. Are you going to board the plane now? You're holding up the ine."
He looked up from the compromising message, nodding his head and pushing past the lady and into the terminal to board the plane. He'd have to hurry and text fast, not wanting to miss his chance! The plane was scheduled to take off soon, and with it his phone must be turned off.
Back to how Johnny was feeling, it could be summed up as rather dark and depressing. Without thinking, he'd accepted Evgeni's offer; he'd hardly hesitated at all. That warmth in his stomach and the way his heart swooned, he could not ignore that new found happiness! Plushenko was merely fidgeting with 'trying' to get a tag on his and his wife's bag. She was smiling when she leaned down to help him. Johnny had to look away, hi stomach was making him feel vertigo.
His savior… Takashi was sprinting towards him! Feeling a moment of split joy, he dashed forward to meet the Asian.
"I make it on time!"
They grasped onto each others arms, Takashi was being overdramatic again.
"And you going to Russia eh? I bet you're missing so much!"
"Daisuke! Ah, Russia is also my home! Of course I'd want to return! I bet you're excited to return to Japan!"
The dark haired Asian gave a hearty smile. Gesturing to his suitcase beside his leg.
"I have a victory to bring home. My people will be proud, but…"
"But…?"
Takashi began acting contemplative, like he couldn't bring himself to say anything.
"But you won't be there…"
There was a hint of real sadness in his voice, but a lot of it was layered.
"Aw! Daisuke, I will call, and maybe if you'll let me, a visit?"
Inwardly smiling, he looked satisfied with this offer.
"Each country has their own way of skating. Knowing America and Russia. Both are great in world, but you should see how Japan is doing. Great combining."
The American was smiling gratefully because the idea of learning even more about figure skating was exciting! New placed over all were exciting! Plus, he'd be with a great friend.
Takashi gripped Johnny's hand, gace a shake and then bowed. But Johnny would have none of that: pulling Takashi into a tight embrace.
"Ah! You Asian! I'll miss you!"
"Yes, and to you. Ah… Chotto Matte!
Though Johnny didn't understand Japanese, he guessed he was being told to wait. His reward was Takashi shuffling around for pen and paper. Minutes later left him with a foreign number in his phone, and an E-mail address in his pocket.
"My plane is boarding in ten minute… Johnny… Take care…"
Dark eyes darted meaningfully to Plushenko, whom was watching intently by now. Assesing this confrontation, all while keeping up a steady and friendly chat with his wife.
They met eyes and the Russian self consciously looks away. Johnny had watched this and knew what Takashi was telling him. 'Don't get hurt.'
"You too Daisuke! I will totally call… Or text you when I land."
"Please. See you soon Johnny."
"Yeah!"
One more embrace and Johnny had to watch his dear friend careening away.
Turning back to Plushenko, he wore a sheepish smile. Plushenko did his best to return it and look happy. Mostly, a look of concern crossed his face.
"I'm slightly jealous! He gers to elave so much earlier while we still have so much time!"
That seemed to break the ice some, Evgeni let out a concealed sigh. Really now, what gave him the right to be jealous? All Johnny ever did was merely show his happy side to everyone, and it made him want to lock them an up forever! It didn't pay to be so easily riled!
"We only have forty-five minutes! Let's make the best of it!"
Masha, Evgeni's wife cheerfully stated. Johnny could only smile lightly, sticking his tongue out when he realized how glum he looked. It wouldn't pay if the others saw him like that!
"Pfft! And we haven't even found out gate!"
He hefted a big bag onto his shoulder, another wheeling case close behind him. Plushenko in a similar state, but having to hold his wife's purse and a bag similar to Johnny's. Every good husband would hold his wife's baggage. It was a bitter thought for Johnny.
"Evgeni, I already forgot out gate!"
The man sighed; but not in exasperation. He appeared more humored.
"It is gate 'E' 17. Departure."
He read off his ticket, however he wasn't understanding the seating. There was two on one side of the plane, and then three on the other. The numbering went – 'A' 'C' 'D', then on the other side- 'F' and 'E'.
Johnny watched the two puzzle over it. Their seats circled on the tickets; he was scrutinizing where he sat.
"You thought you were getting the window seat eh?"
"I did. Instead I shall be squashed."
He chuckled and gripped his wife's shoulder, squeezing.
"You are the lucky one."
"Oh I really am! It's so beautiful that high up!"
She held her ticket to her breast, smiling the whole way to the gate.
"I hope you do not mind the aisle seat friend."
Johnny smiled and lightly touched Evgeni's hand. Very secretly and careful of Masha's gaze.
" I wont complain, you're trapped in the middle."
Johnny genuinely didn't mind having the far end. It was a good precaution for his altitude sickness. Right now was just that anxious part where the stewards demonstrated conduct and you had to put up with the constant rumble of the plane.
"Is Johnny okat?"
The American looked across to the woman who watched him intently.
"You look pale."
The man laughed.
"I get altitude sickness, I'm not scared!"
Then there was the classic dinging of belt and tray buttons. Weir was already buckled in, leaning back and glancing at Evgeni. No surprised when the Russian had already been watching him. He had a serious look on his face as though he was trying to decide something. If he was going to say anything, he couldn't now. The plane was shaking and moving down the runway. That eerie silence as the plane tipped up and began ascending.
Masha slid the window cover on his side up so she could watch the sky and ground. Through her distraction Evgeni took Johnny's hand to comfort him, even though the young man didn't appear fearful. But maybe it was just for himself, he was sorely missing their private time, no matter how in the wrong he was for it.
They had to let go, looking in opposite directions as they did so. Evgeni leaned over to watch the ground disappear with his wife, and Johnny closed his eyes and began rapidly chewing on a piece of gum to help keep the pressure in his ears down from the altitude. It would help his ears pop and make it less painful.
The only sense of comfort he got, was when Evgeni slouched in his seat just enough that their thighs toughed.
Johnny wondered how much of a creep he must look like smiling with his eyes closed and a look that faintly said he was in pain…
Author notes.~
Chotto Matte(Cho-Toe Mah-tay) = Wait a minute.
It's phonetic Japanese. If I'm wrong, go ahead and correct me in the comments I guess.
I claim nothing of these people. Don't sue.
These are not actual events that took place. Anything that has similar accounts is of pure coincidence.
