InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Love at 25,000 Feet ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Love at 25,000 Feet

By: DarkCrystalis

(Not edited)

 

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters in this story, unless they're originals (characters outside of the Inuyasha anime.)

 

XxXx

 

Chapter Three

 

Kikyou noted my discomfort the second we got on the plane; and this was before it started moving. People were still filing on as the two of us observed the passengers.

 

“What's wrong?” she asked the question in a sweet voice, but her eyes held malice. “Scared?”

 

I smiled back just as sweetly, watching the strangers walk in one by one in line. “Nope, just intrigued… it's my first time on a plane.” She could tell I was lying the second the words left my mouth, but she couldn't do anything about it.

 

“Well, I hope you're not afraid of heights or anything… planes go pretty high up.”

 

“Of course not,” I retorted, although I was already feeling weary.

 

“About 25,000 feet or so, you know,” she added with another smile. “I love heights… I love being in the cockpit and looking down. Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like if there was an emergency and we had to crash-land… that'd be so exhilarating! The plane would probably nose-dive and we'd all be wondering if we'd live… I bet the scenery would be blurry as we'd drop to the ground.”

 

My stomach felt so queasy at the thought that I was sure I'd puke. I quickly excused myself and ran to their sad excuse of a bathroom. Luckily, there were two bathrooms on this plane—one in the community class and the other in the business class. I ran to the fancier one, having a feeling that it'd be free and relatively clean.

 

I barely made it to the toilet in time.

 

Once I was finished, I walked out and saw a familiar face sitting in one of the leather, comfortable looking seats. He didn't seem to notice I was staring at him, which was probably a good thing. While sighing, I turned to leave and go back to the devilish Kikyou, but someone calling me `girl' stopped my feet from moving further.

 

I recognized his voice instantly, of course.

 

“My name is Kagome,” I told him clearly, my eyes slightly squinted in annoyance. I've always hated being called `miss.' Instead, he stared back, leaving me feeling helpless. “Was there something you wanted?” I asked, growing more frustrated at the strained silence. He seemed to notice this, too.

 

“I'd like a scotch on the rocks and a plate of risotto to start.” I looked at him as if he'd grown horns on his head while I crossed my arms over my chest. “Lunch won't be served for another two hours, and risotto isn't on the menu,” I stated, gritting my teeth. Just who did he think he was?

 

“I don't care if it isn't on the menu,” Sesshoumaru said simply, quirking an eyebrow, “I want it.”

 

Just then, Kikyou walked over and practically drooled all over him. “Mr. Taisho, what can I do for you today?” she practically flirted with him as she bent down closer to his level. Her long, black hair hung down around her face and below her shoulders, her lips parted as if ready to devour him. Kikyou's cleavage was popping out of her uniform shirt, the buttons barely holding under the weight of her chest. She's probably got implants or a hell of a lot of padding, I couldn't help thinking. She looks like the worst fake Barbie doll I've ever seen.

 

“Nothing from you,” he spat in response, which made her face contort in annoyance slightly, but she somehow managed to keep a forced smile on her face. “Tell your stewardess to do her job and get what I asked.”

 

My jaw dropped open in shock at his rudeness—although I should've expected it,—and I went to protest. Before I could, Kikyou roughly tugged on the arm behind my back and pulled me away.

 

“What do you think you're doing, girl?” I almost rolled my eyes at her resemblance to Sesshoumaru. “He is a very, very rich and influential man. Do you know that he could easily shut down our airport? He is the Sesshoumaru Taishou, the owner of the Taishou Empire.” My eyes widened in realization, remembering where his name came from. They owned all sorts of businesses; they had a clothing brand, music brand and business marketing offices around the world.

 

Why did it have to be him, of all people? Why did he have to act so damn high-and-mighty?

 

“So what do you expect us to do, cook him food that isn't on the menu? It isn't like I know how to make it or anything!” I became exasperated, but tried my best to remain calm.

 

“We have expert chefs on the plane for a reason, girl,” Kikyou answered back tightly, making a sour face in my direction. “Ask them to make it specially for him; they know what foods he likes and how he likes them.”

 

I couldn't help but want to be rich.

 

“Okay…” I mumbled as I go to the kitchen to do as she said. I didn't want to lose my job on the first day, after all. The plane hadn't even taken off yet and I was already having problems…

 

I stopped in my tracks in the middle of the airplane's hallway, leaning against the nearest wall for support. We were going to get off the ground in only five minutes; how was I going to handle this disaster?

 

Breathing deeply, I began my attempt at being rational. Nothing bad will happen, Kagome; it's just a plane. We'll only be up 25,000 feet in the sky, and the likelihood of us crashing is minimal… and even if we did crash, the pilots are professionals and can handle anything…

 

My face got redder as I became more scared and nervous, and suddenly I felt very, very dizzy. The last thing I wanted to do was faint, so I kept myself awake by reminding myself of my task: getting to the kitchen to serve the ice king.

 

Once I got there, the smells of food made me feel even queasier, which was definitely not good. I quickly told them what Sesshoumaru wanted and they smiled all-knowingly, as if this were routine for them. They told me it'd be about twenty minutes and I nodded with my body turned away from them, for fear of puking right then and there.

 

As I ran to the bathroom once again, a strong hand grabbed mine and whirled me around. “Are you okay?” he asked me and I silently damned him—he didn't really care; Sesshoumaru just wanted his damn food.

 

“Let me go!” I shrieked and watched in horror as the other passengers in the business class stared at me as if I were insane.

 

Instead, his grip tightened and I groaned, knowing what'd be coming. I'm so sorry Sango, I thought to myself.

 

Everything suddenly went in slow-motion, and before I knew it Sesshoumaru was handing me a handkerchief. He pressed it against my mouth as I became sick, tears rolling from my eyes as the acid burnt my throat. His left hand was no longer squeezing my wrist, and I took advantage of this by running to the bathroom once more, clutching the silk to my mouth as I ran.

 

Inside, I sat for a good fifteen minutes on the floor retching until I was sure my stomach was empty. The plane started to move as I stood up and it was hard to stand, so I sat on the toilet while cradling my head in my hands. Once the plane was relatively stable and almost like being on the ground, I washed my hands and rinsed out my mouth, dying to get rid of the smell and taste left behind. I didn't know what to do with the soiled handkerchief, so I washed it with the soap available and wrung it out the best I could.

 

When I left the bathroom, a couple of the passengers glared at me, as if disgusted by the scene. Some of their faces read `she's not coming near me' while others looked more sympathetic. I tried not to look at any of them, but especially not Sesshoumaru. I couldn't after what had just transpired between us, so instead I went into the kitchen to note the progress of his food. “It's ready!” one of the chefs told me with a cheery smile and I couldn't help but smile back. She seemed so nice; maybe everyone on this plane wasn't my enemy after all?

 

“My name's Rin!” she spoke, as if reading my mind.

 

“I'm Kagome,” I replied, and already I felt more relaxed. “Have you been a chef long?” I asked her, watching her plate the meal for the ice king.

 

“Not really,” she answered, smiling as she carefully handed the plate to me. “Sesshoumaru made me his personal chef; I fly with him on all his flights.” I felt as though she might've been holding something back, but decided it wasn't my right to pry. She also looked too young to be a chef in my opinion, but I didn't say that out loud.

 

“It looks delicious,” I said without realizing it, nearly groaning when my stomach rumbled loudly.

 

Rin giggled as she grabbed two more plates. “I always make extra, so there's enough for you too, if you'd like!” She was simply too nice; I felt indebted to her.

 

“I'll give this to him first, before he has a hissy fit, that is,” I whispered and watched her laugh as I poured his drink in a glass. I tossed in a couple large ice cubes as he'd requested and then carefully carried them to him.

 

When I pulled out the folding tray in front of him to put down the plate, he didn't say anything—he just watched me intently.

 

“Here it is,” I said, feeling awkward and out of place as I handed him the glass. When Sesshoumaru didn't say anything, I reserved the urge to sigh out loud; he was no less frustrating when he kept silent than when he spoke.

 

Finally, I spoke yet again. “I didn't know what to do with the handkerchief…” I pulled the pathetic piece of silk from my pocket and chewed my lip when I saw the crinkles all over it. “I washed it with soap, but there was only so much I could do…”

 

“Keep it.”

 

I looked over at him as he delicately spooned the risotto into his mouth and took a sip of his whisky. He really did act like a rich person, I noticed.

 

“Uh, thank you,” I mumbled. “Is there anything else you'd like?” His eyes met mine for a split second and my cheeks pinked a little at the scrutiny. “No, that'll be all for now.”

 

I nodded and then addressed the other passengers in the business class. A few of them wanted water with ice and I smiled, knowing this was something I could do.

 

As I did the menial tasks, I couldn't help but think of Sesshoumaru and his unexpected kindness towards me. I silently hoped that maybe things had changed in our business relationship and that he'd be less of an asshole towards me. Something told me I'd be working a lot with him in the future, so I wanted things to be relatively civil between us.

 

When I handed the last patron his glass of water, I heard another glass clink annoyingly. My eyes traveled in Sesshoumaru's direction and I scowled when he waved the glass at me. It was empty and the ice chunks left behind made a high pitched musical sound as they were gently tapped against the glass.

 

I guess some things will never change.

 

XxXx

 

Two hours later…

 

During lunch time, it got really busy. I ran around taking orders from people and tried to keep things relatively orderly. I'd hoped things would go smoothly, but of course luck wasn't on my side today.

 

“I don't want this girl near my food! She practically puked in front of all of us earlier; what's to stop her from doing that on me or on my food?” He was loud and angry, but I had no idea why. What was I to do?

 

“Is there a problem?” Kikyou walked over to the man and introduced herself. “What can I do for you sir?”

 

“That girl!” he accused, pointing his finger directly at me, “I don't want her serving me!”

 

I bit my lip and felt ashamed; I knew I'd get hell from Kikyou for this sooner or later.

 

“Did she do something wrong?” Kikyou asked, staring at me harshly.

 

I braced myself for the worst.

 

“Naraku,” Sesshoumaru spoke from inches behind me and I jumped, startled. “If this girl is serving me my food, why can't she do the same for you? As far as I'm concerned, I haven't had any problems with her and neither should you.”

 

I was, once again, surprised by his intervention but was too stupefied to say anything.

 

“I suppose,” he admitted reluctantly and waved in Kikyou's direction. “Never mind, everything's fine.”

 

Kikyou nodded and went back into the kitchen to serve customers in the other class. When I turned around, Sesshoumaru was already in his seat and reading a newspaper.

 

I quickly followed Kikyou's suit and went to visit Rin in the kitchen. As she prepared the lunch menu, I learnt from her that I had to serve quickly or else it'd get cold and I'd receive complaints from the passengers. “The business class flyers are richer and have higher standards, so there isn't any room for mistakes,” she told me with a small frown. “I learned that the hard way once.”

 

I couldn't help but feel bad for her, but became confused when she began to laugh. “Let's just say someone came to my rescue.” She smiled and I smiled back, even though I didn't have a clue as to what she was talking about.

 

“I don't think Sesshoumaru wants to eat anything, but maybe you should ask him just in case,” Rin said and I nodded.

When I approached him for the third time that day, I felt awkward all over again. I silently wondered if this feeling would ever stop, but figured it probably wouldn't.

 

“Would you like some more food or another drink?” I asked when I noticed his glass was nearly empty again.

 

“No, that's all. I'll notify you if I need anything else.” Sesshoumaru waved me away and I didn't protest; he'd already helped me so much.

 

The rest of the flight was relatively calm; the only remaining problem was the landing, but I decided that I'd deal with that once the time came.

 

Of course, it was so much more difficult than I could've ever hoped.

 

XxXx

 

Author's Note

 

I'm really sorry it took me three months to get the next chapter out; hopefully the next one will come out a little faster than that. I also hope that everyone is still reading and reviewing, because I'd love to hear from all of you!

 

Until chapter four!

 

Sincerely,

DarkCrystalis