"Oh for God's sake, would you quit pouting!?" I was thoroughly annoyed with my husband-to-be.
"Mmm."
"Oh, really? Is that all you have to say? I know you don't like him, but really? Are you going to brood like this the whole trip? Because I will make you sleep in the spare bed. I will. Don't look at me like that, you know I mean it!"
Takashi had been stirred up about Ouka and Kaito since I told him Kaito and Kira were brothers. I thought he'd have gotten over it by the next morning, but... Well, he hadn't. I wasn't even sure why he was upset. He'd supposedly gotten over the whole thing with Kira, but even if he hadn't, why was he so upset with Kaito?
I struggled to work out an answer to the riddle that was my fiancee's mind as I searched for the terminal we were going to. I looked up at the large board of countries and flights, finding ours fairly fast.
"Oh, good, it's not far from here..." Takashi didn't even glance at the board. Instead, he shifted his carry-on a little higher onto his shoulder, huffing. "Stop it, honestly. You're doing more harm than good."
He looked down at me for a moment before sighing and smiling gently. "I know. Let's go." And we were off. I was still angry with him, but I had to find our flight without him figuring out where we were going.
We got to the plane with 10 minutes to spare after we sent our luggage off. We settled into our seats, A5 and A6, and I grabbed Takashi's iPod and new headphones. I'd bought the plush, thick eared headphones especially for this trip. I made Mori put them on and listen to music until the flight was underway. That way, he wouldn't hear where we were going on accident.
He sat in the aisle seat, leaving me the window, whilst the flight attendant announced our approximate arrival time and location. I handed him a piece of gum to help pop his ears and let him take off the headphones. The moment I'd slipped them back in my bag, he took my hand in his and leaned toward my seat. I smiled. His version of sorry. I leaned into him and rested my head on his shoulder. It was going to be a long flight. 12 hours was a long time, but with him... I could handle it.
Especially in my pajamas. The first few hours, we kind of annoyed the other passengers with our talking, but hey, who gives two flying craps? After that, I ended up just popping my iPod in and dozing... The late night of preparations previously had taken it's toll on me, and the warmth, comfort, and movement of the plane was lulling to sleep...
Before I knew it, we were in the hotel room. Our suitcases were spread on one bed, clothes laying haphazardly across the covers. The other bed was unoccupied, but the single chair in the room was pulled out from behind the desk, my fiancée sitting in it. He lounged lazily, but followed me with alert eyes, taking in every twist and turn I made as an American pop song sounded from my iPod speakers. Britney Spears' voice drifted over us in a cloud of bass, singing seductively "Slave 4 U". I kept dancing, dropping my sweatshirt to the floor as I went, both of our moods being greatly improved by the second. The annoyances from earlier that day seemed nonexistent as I swished my hips again and again. Soon enough, my shirt was on the floor as well. He smiled that small, reserved smile he had before leaning forward to kiss my sternum, then suddenly-
The stewardess' voice jolted me out of my sleep, iPod still thudding Britney Spears' "Slave 4 U" into my skull. I sat up straight, looking up at my husband-to-be. He was rubbing an eye as if he'd just woken up as well. I looked around me and sighed. Dreams are only good until you wake up.
He looked down at me and smiled. I returned it as I put my headphones away, zipping up my bag and buckling my safety belt as we prepared to descend. I tried to shake the dream, but with him standing right there next to me...
The airport was fairly crowded, but not so that we couldn't navigate. Mori knew what country we were in, I could tell. But I wasn't going to spoil the rest of the trip. It wasn't hard to find our luggage, as mine was bright blue and his was attached to mine by a heavy rope. Creative, aren't we? So within a few minutes of waiting, we were off again, on our way to the doors to grab a taxi. I knew the language, so it was easy for me to explain where to go and for me to pay. I knew for a fact that Takashi didn't know it, so the trip could still be kind of a surprise.
"So," He turned to me as we settled into the back of the taxi, "Why Italy?"
"Oh, you know... L'Italia è così romantico, e tutti..." I smiled at him as he shook his head; accepting my answer without knowing what I'd actually said.
Ten minutes of stop and go traffic before we hit a faster back route, then another 15 minutes to the hotel we'd be staying at. Mori held our suitcases and his carry-on back next to me while I checked us in. The woman waved and smiled at me as we went off to our suite, which was on the seventh floor. I held two room keys and a small pamphlet on touring that I probably wouldn't use.
It seemed like only a few seconds had passed before we were up an elevator, down a hall, and finally, alone in our room. We threw our things down on one bed. Speaking of which... There were beds. There was no one to interrupt us. There was that dream... There was... There was him... Staring down at me with those eyes... Probably thinking the same thing I was...
"Finally-" Was all that escaped my mouth before it was busy kissing Takashi Morinozuka.