Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ I saw you dancing in the gym... ❯ Random happenings aboard a plane ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: Welcome to the seventh chapter of ISYD. This one should be marked 'optional' because that's what I'd like it to be - it's a bit of a stupid chapter, to be honest. Unfortunately, there's just enough of the plot (what plot? I hear you cry? Ah, there is one, buried deep in here somewhere) in it to make it necessary if you want to read chapter eight.

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Of course, I ended up doing not only my packing but a lot of his as well. God only knows how he got all his stuff here in the first place - the way he chucks everything in, it's a wonder he managed to fit half his clothes in his suitcase.
Eventually, though, we manage to get everything packed, and then we settle down on his bed to watch some TV. Flicking through the channels, the first thing we come upon is a Welsh-language channel which affords us quite a few laughs - the way they weave English phrases into otherwise unintelligible sentences is hilarious.
Such entertainment only lasts so long, though, and within a few minutes we start channel-hopping again, until Matt grabs my arm.
"Hey, Blackadder! I love this show!"
For almost half an hour we absolutely wet ourselves laughing as Blackadder gets kidnapped, tied up and double-crossed by a female highwayman. After that finishes, and the sky has darkened considerably, Matt turns the volume down and leans back onto the pillows, stroking my hair gently with one hand.
I turn to face him, staring deeply into his cerulean eyes.
"I love you, you know." His sudden announcement catches me slightly off guard, and I smile at him.
"I know you do. I love you too."
He grins at me and ruffles my hair, then leans in and kisses me lingeringly, sucking on my bottom lip.
"I don't tell you that enough. I wish there was some other way I could say it - some way that millions of people haven't already said it. I want to make it special, you know? Because you're so special..."
I will myself not to start welling up, and to stop myself I kiss him back, flicking his upper lip with my tongue until he opens up and lets me taste him properly.
"Matt, it is special, and you have said it in a way that millions of people haven't. You said it to me. That's all I want. Just those three words, from you."
"Awww..." He leans in and rests his forehead against mine. "You're very sweet. In fact, I can't quite remember how sweet..."
Corny line, but I can't resist. Another kiss, and then I yawn widely.
"Am I that boring?" he teases. "C'mon, you, try and get some sleep - we've got one hell of a long journey ahead of us."
I snuggle up to him and he wraps his warm arms around me, and I drift off to sleep...

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I wake up the next morning to find him lying next to me, propped up on one elbow, smiling to himself.
"What's so amusing?" I wonder out loud, and he reaches over and flicks a stray strand of hair out of my eyes.
"Just the way you sleep, koi. Do you take lessons in taking up the whole bed?"
I realise belatedly that I'm spread across three-quarters of the bed, arms and legs thrown out at random. Matt, poor boy, is all squidged up over one side - god knows how he got to sleep. I blush slightly, and reel in my wandering limbs.
He grins at me. "Me first for the bathroom, then!"
"No way!" I yell, and then we're scrambling for the door, only to get stuck in it like Laurel and Hardy.
"You'll take bloody ages doing your hair!" I remind him, trying to shove past him.
"And you'll take forever in the shower!" he counters, grabbing a handful of my hair and dragging me back.
I yelp, and in that split second he's past me and in the bathroom, and the door is locked fast. I growl ineffectively at the closed door, hearing his triumphant laughter from the other side, then make my way back into the room to wait. He's right - it's a damn long journey that we have to make to get back to Odaiba. Taxi to the local railway station, then a train to Cardiff airport, and then via Heathrow to Tokyo, where we catch another train to Odaiba. It's gonna be a long day...
Eventually he exits the bathroom with nothing but a towel round his waist. His hair is immaculate, and he smells of soap and shower gel.
"Your turn," he prompts me. He doesn't have to tell me twice - I'm in and stripping off within the minute. Luckily, he hasn't used all the hot water - it feels so good to have a nice warm shower.
By the time I make it back out, he's fully dressed, and he looks stunning.
"I thought we'd go down to the beach one last time," he murmurs. "You'll have to be quick, though - the taxi's coming in less than half an hour."
I throw on the clothes I left out last night, and then we make our way out of the house and down the grassy track to the beach. The sun's not long up - we had to get up early in order to make the flight - and the sky is a wonderful warm golden colour. There are a few threatening dark clouds coming up from out to sea, though.
"Looks like we're leaving just in time," he says, and I shake my head.
"No - I'd love to stay here longer - just the two of us. It's been so perfect." He pulls me into a hug, and we stand there together, watching the sun turn the waves to liquid gold.
By the time we get back to the house, the taxi's waiting outside, and we have to race in and grab all our stuff from the hall. One last look around, and then back outside and we're on the first leg of the journey back to Odaiba.

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God, this flight is boring. It's been over five hours already, and the only thing keeping me from dying of boredom is the in-flight movie.
Luckily it's a good one - Contact, starring Jodie Foster, all about a scientist who after years of searching discovers a message from outer space. This message includes the plans for the building of a machine to take a single human occupant - but the first attempt goes horribly wrong when a religious fanatic suicide-bombs the machine.
The second attempt, however, goes off reasonably well - and this time the machine's occupant is none other than Jodie Foster (aka Ellie Arroway) herself.
I'm completely immersed in the amazing special effects when I feel a nudge on my right elbow. By a stroke of luck, there'd been a cancellation by the person who would otherwise have been the third person on our row, so we have three seats to ourselves.
I cock an eyebrow at him and pull one of my headphones off - this better be good. Ellie's just about to reach her destination.
When he speaks, there's that mischievous tone in his voice that makes me tense up instantly, wondering what he's plotting.
"Koi...how easily do you embarrass?"
Uh oh. Apprehension flares up instantly - what's he up to?
"Not that easily...why?" I ask guardedly.
"Well, after you fell asleep last night I was watching the TV and an episode of Friends came on, and it gave me an idea as to how to make this journey more interesting and I don't care how much you want it, Tai, I am nothaving sex with you in the bathroom!"
I eep - his voice scaled up during the last half of the sentence, and now people all over the plane are glaring disapprovingly at me. My face burns and I shuffle down in my seat, desperately trying to hide. Matt's absolutely in hysterics next to me, tears rolling down his face, and I smack him hard on the arm.
"What did you do that for?" I hiss at him, but he's laughing too hard to answer.
I dredge deep in my memory, trying to remember the episode he's talking about, and finally recall a few fractured scenes. I grin to myself - now I know how to get my own back.
The cabin crew came round not too long ago, and delivered each of us a cup of steaming coffee. Matt drank his up pretty quickly, but I'm not much of a one for hot drinks, so I left mine to cool for a while.
I reach up and hit the 'call attendant' button - Matt looks at me slightly oddly, but thinks nothing of it. I look down the aisle to see an air hostess trotting briskly towards us - perfect.
In one fluid movement, I grab my cup and pour the coffee all over Matt's lap. He yelps, and is just about to start pounding on me when the air hostess arrives.
I smile sweetly up at her, putting my big, liquid brown eyes to good use. I lean forward conspiratorially, but still keep my voice loud enough for people three rows away to hear.
"Excuse me, Miss - " I read her name-badge, "Everett, but do you happen to have a spare pair of pants on board? My friend here seems to have had a little accident."
Matt scowls at me, and the attendant stifles a smile. People in front of us are snickering uncontrollably.
"Don't bother," Matt growls. "I have a spare pair in my bag; I just hope someone doesn't pour coffee all over these ones."
By this time the people in front of us are paralytic with laughter, and even the flight attendant is grinning. Matt departs for the toilet to change, and the air hostess slides into the seat next to me.
"You're not from England, are you?" she asks me, and I shake my head. "I thought not - are you from Japan?"
I wonder for a second how she knows that, and then realise that's where the plane is headed.
"Yeah, we both are," I confirm, and she smiles at me.
"Are you a couple?"
Some part of me instinctively wants me to deny this, and I don't know why. I suppress the impulse and nod again. "How did you guess?"
"Well, apart from the bathroom joke," she smiles again, "there's something about the way you act around each other. It's...very sweet."
I almost heave a sigh of relief - I half-expected something disapproving. "Thanks, Miss Everett."
"Call me Naomi, and don't mention it. If you need anything else - " she grins, "like another pair of trousers, don't hesitate to call."
The call buzzer goes off a little way further down, and she gives me a final wink and moves off up the plane.
Matt returns a few seconds later, and slides back into his seat. "Should I be jealous?"
"Hey!" I punch him lightly on the arm, and get a grin in return. "So, anyway, are we even now?"
"Over my dead body," he mock-growls. Uh oh - what else does he have planned?

For the next half-hour, he proceeds to make my life hell. Naomi comes round with the standard aeroplane meals (the ones where the meal is only slightly more nutritious than the cutlery), and by some evil chance peas are included. Matt proceeds to load a few onto his spoon, and then flicks them at the back of the head of the woman sitting in front of me. When she turns round, he pretends to be deep in the in-flight magazine, and I get subjected to a venomous stare.
Thinking I'd better make myself scarce, I leg it to the toilet. On my return, I pick up knife and fork and dig into my chips - then nearly vomit. Matt cracks up again, and I glare at him - the evil boy has gone and put sugar on my chips instead of salt!
This goes on for a little while longer, with him getting the best of it, until eventually he falls asleep. Now's my chance.
I dig out a piece of paper and a pen and start scribbling. After about ten minutes, I reach up and hit the call buzzer, praying it won't wake him up - luckily, he's deeply asleep.
Naomi appears, and I gesture at her to keep her voice down so as not to wake him. I hand her the piece of paper, and whisper to her,
"Can you get someone to read that out of the PA system?"
She has a quick read, and stifles a giggle.
"I can try."

The ding of the PA system pulls my attention away from the book I'm reading, and I elbow Matt until he wakes up.
"Hmm?" he murmurs sleepily.
"There's an announcement, koi - I thought it might be important for you to hear it."
He murmurs something along the lines of 'not that damn lifebelt drill again', and then a voice comes over the system.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the head of the cabin crew speaking. In the interests of entertainment, I'd like to read this little anecdote to you."
Matt flashes me a suspicious look, and I put on my best 'angelic innocence' face.
"It's about a young boy who loved to dance. Every night, he would put on his favourite Steps album and dance to it. He knew all the dances - Tragedy, One For Sorrow, all of them."
By now, Matt had cottoned on, and he starts pummelling me unceasingly. I'm absolutely crying with laughter, as are quite a few other people, and the best bit's yet to come.
"But that's not the oddest thing, folks," the voice continues. "He used to dress up in order to do these dances, in his favourite jeans and a bright blue Hawaiian shirt, and he would sing as well. You know, like we all used to do, with a hairbrush as a microphone."
By now Matt, figuring he couldn't stop the recitation by hitting me, stops, and sits there with his head in his hands, blushing furiously.
"Of course, we all stopped doing that when we were little, but he kept doing it - right up to about the age of fifteen. What happened, I hear you ask? Someone found him out. Three of his friends came over one day, and saw him through the window. Thinking that this was too good an opportunity to waste, they ran back home and grabbed a video camera, and managed to get a video of him doing the entire dance to Tragedy. And can you guess what they did with it?"
Matt's squirming now.
"They sent it to their local record company as an audition tape!"
People all over the plane burst out laughing; Matt's face is a study in scarlet.
"Who sent back a letter saying that they were very sorry, but he wasn't quite up to their high standards!"
Another ripple of laughter runs through the plane, and I reach over and ruffle my koi's beautiful golden hair.
"Now we're even."

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A/N: Blame Lynne! Blame Lynne! It's all her fault! Honest!
Onward...