Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Two Cities ❯ The Flight ( Chapter 2 )

Alright, first off, I still own squat, despite my efforts to kidnap-er…free Catherine from her slavery. There owned by…um…that…there…Japanese…company…ya, that's close enough. I don't own Delta Airlines either. Almost forgot, the translations from French to English are in < >. Anywho, let's get to the fic!

Chapter II

Delta Airlines Flight 146-June 4th, 2005-7:34am

Catherine sat in her seat on the plane, first class of course. She snickered a bit at the fact that the crew said they'd show a movie in an hour, at 8:00 Paris time, it was 7:00 at the time, but 2 hours had passed, and to the crew it was only 7:30. Stupid American airlines…why couldn't I be put on Air France, or at least some British plane?

She slipped her jacket off, immediately getting the attention of a guy across the aisle from her. Throughout the flight, she noticed not just that particular guy, but also several others constantly having their eyes on her. Damn, she thought, I do look hot in this. Maybe I should dress like this more often…then again their probably all just pitiful Americans. But…I guess attention is attention. I mean, my parents said they wanted me to learn things while I'm in New York. What have I learned if I don't get laid?

Then again, getting raped by some homeless guy that hasn't bathed in two years in a dark alley isn't exactly what I had in mind when I thought of getting laid. I hope the hotel is in a good section of town. Then again, where's there a good section in New York?

Catherine pulled out her laptop to check exactly where the plane was, and then updated her watch from 8:46am to 6:46am. I don't think they'll even play that movie. I mean we'll be there in an hour. I hope my Dad got a limmo to pick me up at the airport. A black one, with soft blood red seats (If you haven't figured it out by now blood red is Catherine's favorite color). And I hope the limmo's personal, that way I won't have to walk everywhere. I mean the only walking I ever do is around the house and around the school, and that's exhausting enough, and my dad expects me to walk around a huge city like New York?

Lost in her thoughts, Catherine hadn't noticed that one of the guys had sat down in the empty seat beside her. The others guys that had been checking her out watched with interest to see what their chances were. "Hey!" he said.

Catherine came back to the plane and noticed the guy beside her. She decided to have a little fun. "Bonjour!"

"You're French? Cool, what part of France are you from?" he asked her.

"Je suis désolé, je ne vous comprends pas. Je ne parle pas anglais très bien." Catherine smirked evilly knowing he had no clue what she had just said. <I'm sorry I don't understand you, I don't speak English very well>

"That's cool. So are you headed to New York?"

"New York? Si vous signifiez que les mondes le plus grand ghetto et le Mecca du sans-abri, plein de sexe idiots fous vous aiment, alors oui." < New York? If you mean the worlds biggest ghetto and the Mecca of the homeless, full of sex crazy idiots like you, then yes>

"Great! I live in New York. I have a real big apartment, maybe when we get there you might want to come over. My parents won't be home all week."

Catherine grinned evilly. "Savez-vous quels sous-vêtements de couleur je porte?"< Do you know what color underwear I'm wearing? >

Understanding at least that she was asking a question, the boy shrugged. "I don't know."

Catherine tried to hold back her laughing. "Et vous ne ferez jamais, parce que vous ne les verrez jamais. J'espère que vous appréciez me regardez dans ce petit vêtement parce que vous ne me verrez jamais dans n'importe quelle moins, ni autre fille parce que vous êtes simplement un horney le petit bâtard qui a besoin de rentrer la maison et le cric de comme d'habitude si vous ne ferez pas un idiot de vous essayer de recevoir la vraie chose!" <And you never will, because you'll never see them. I hope you enjoy looking at me in this little clothing because you'll never see me in any less, nor any other girl because you are simply a horney little bastard that needs to get back home and jack off as usual so you won't make an idiot of yourself trying to get the real thing! >

The guy nodded. "I totally agree with you." Catherine, along with a few people who understood enough French to get the basics of what she said, laughed at him.

"You've got no chance," said the guy who had been sitting beside him, and pulled him back to his original seat. That was fun. If that kind of stuff happens all the time, maybe this trip won't be so bad.

Tokyo, Japan-June 4th, 2005-6:52pm

Koushiro was driving Miyako home after their shotgun date. Being asked out at the last second was simply the way Miyako dated. A guy asked her out, or she asked a guy out, and then they went out. "You know, Koushiro," she said with her hand out the window of his car, "I don't know how anyone could stand to be asked to a date on Sunday on Friday. How can people date like that?"

"You're just too impatient of a person," Koushiro replied, "Hikari and Takeru can do that. They probably wonder how you can just go on a date as soon as you're asked out."

"They got to prepare for their date so they look good, but I can do it on the spur of the moment because I look good all the time." She winked at Koushiro. "Right?" she gave him a dark glare.

"Of course," he said nervously. He had just gotten this car and didn't want Miyako to make him wreck it.

"So…any girls you interested in?" Miyako changed the subject slightly.

"…I don't know…not really…" Koushiro replied uneasily.

"You keeping something from me!" Miyako told him cheerfully.

"Well…it's just…I haven't seen Mimi in 2 years…" he trailed off.

"AWWWWW!!!" Miyako leaned over and hugged him hard, feeling bad for him, until the car started to swerve, then she went back to her seat. "That's so sweet!!!!"

"It isn't that sweet…you don't have to strangle me for it…"

"Oh, sorry! But hey, once you get that digital world invention thing going, you can see her all the time, right?"

"In theory," he said, "The time zones would probably still screw it up. And that's assuming I can get it to work. Even if I can figure it out, it'll take years, and I graduate next year. I'm going to have to get more of a job than occasionally fixing peoples computers."

"Well, you could show me before you leave. I could continue your work. And then the next smart kid we get. I believe what you said about Iori."

"You act like that's a good thing. If when Iori turns 12 he's forced to lead a new team of Chosen, that means there will be problems in the Digital World, meaning we couldn't run the transport if we tried."

"Be confident, Koushiro. Who says we can't make it work? We can get Gennai to help us. We'll go to the digital world tomorrow if you want and ask him about help with it."

"Sounds good, I guess." Koushiro stopped the car. "Here you are. Good night!"

Miyako got up out of the car. "Thanks for the food! We got to do it again some time!" she winked at him and walked inside her family's store. Koushiro drove away.

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"I can't believe Takeru asked Hikari out," Daisuke whined.

"I can," Taichi replied to him. The two boys had just finished soccer practice and they were walking home along with Sora. "You should have seen it coming a long time ago."

"The early bird gets the worm," Sora added.

"By can't the other bird dive bomb the first bird and steal the worm and live happily ever after?" Daisuke asked.

"As long as the 2nd bird doesn't hurt the worm," Tai glared at Daisuke.

"Look at it like this," Sora told him, "It's better this way. What are the odds they stay together long enough until they can legally get married? Of course, I think they make a cute couple."

"Sora!" Daisuke yelled at her, "You supposed to me on my side!"

"What can I say, I'm looking out for my friend. I want her to be happy whomever she's with."

"Even if she's with…with…" Daisuke tried to think up the most insane coupling for Hikari he could, "Miyako?"

Sora giggled. "That'd be interesting."

Daisuke got a silly grin on his face. "I'd definitely have to agree with you there." Daisuke stopped walking and stared off into space, obviously fantasizing about it. Taichi kicked him in the back of the leg to get him walking again.

"Man…this sucks…everyone has a girlfriend but me…"

"Uh…Iori doesn't," Sora stated sympathetically.

"Iori's 11," Daisuke replied, "I doubt he even looks at girls."

"Hey I was into girls when I was 11," Taichi said, "Well…actually I just liked Sora because she played soccer."

"You mean you only asked me out because I used to play soccer?!" Sora glared at Taichi.

"No, no. That was then. This is years later. There's a lot more to you now that I love."

"Yeah," Daisuke snickered, "You have boobs now." With one swift move, Sora reached down and slapped him, knocking him on his ass and leaving a red mark on the side of his face.

Delta Airlines Flight 146-June 4th, 2005-5:56am

"This is your captain speaking. We will be landing in 5 minutes so fasten your seatbelts. We will be landing in New York in 5 minutes."

This announcement awoke Catherine. She had fallen asleep after they had finally decided to play the movie, but it was a stupid film obviously aimed at American guys (With the implants she had it had to be aimed at American guys…). She yawned and looked out the window, where she could see the lights of the city lighting up the night.

Well…I'm here…and I'm here for 3 months…going to be bored…Dammit if I don't get laid while I'm here I'm going to shoot myself! …Damn I'm horney for a virgin…well so what, shouldn't I be? I mean I have tons of money and no parents for 3 months! I could have a foursome with 3 other girls and they'd never have a clue! ACK! NO LESBIAN THOUGHTS! Catherine found herself once again banging her head, this time off the seat in front of her. NO LESBIAN THOUGHTS! NO LESBIAN THOUGHTS!

"Umm…excuse me," the woman in front of her turned around, "Could you please stop that?"

"So sorry…" she muttered.

Denver, United States-June 4th, 2005-3:57am

You could say Wallace was awaken by a loud pounding on the door, but he had never fallen asleep that night. Lopmon and Terriermon were awakened, however. It was still storming violently outside, and he wondered who'd be pounding on his door in this storm in the middle of the night.

He paused for a moment, afraid it was a serial killer or a rapist, before realizing Terriermon and Lopmon would protect him. "C'mon!" he whispered to him, and they walked into the living room.

The loud pounding was heard on the door again. Wallace slowly put his handle on the doorknob then opened it. Lewis, his 25-year-old cousin came him, covering the rain, then shut the door as fast as possible. "What's going on?" Wallace asked.

Lewis looked down at Terriermon and Lopmon for a second, who both hid behind Wallace's legs. Lewis shook his head, "I feel so bad for you."

"What going on?" Wallace asked again, worried. He knew what was coming, but he wasn't ready for it.

"Wallace," Lewis said, "Your parents are dead."

Well that's that. I'll make sure it's black the first time this time. Anywho, for you people who obsess over them, my early ideas of the couplings are Taiora (obviously), Takari (obviously), Kouyako, and some crazy shit happening in New York. Oh and if you know French and there's a mistake in my translating, please tell me, as I don't know squat in French, I just used a translation site. Please R&R. Thanks!

Next Chapter: The Exciting Exploits of Catherine in New York