A/N: Yeah, yeah, I don't own Itakiss.

"Ooh, I'm so excited," Kotoko exclaimed, bouncing up and down with excitement in the airport lounge. "This is my first trip on an airplane!"

Dylan gave her an indulgent smile. "Then I hope the skies aren't too turbulent. I'm sorry that the Dragon Lady couldn't convince Boss to upgrade our tickets to first or business class."

Naoki snorted. "Why Mom thinks the company should pay for our honeymoon is beyond me."

"But it is a business trip," Dylan protested. "Kotoko and I are spotlight guests at the Game Developers Conference, and that's a damn big coup for Pandai."

"Then why am I coming along? I start medical school next term and I'd rather read my textbooks ahead of time."

"Don't be such a grump," Kotoko said as she tugged on her husband's arm and kissed his ear. "I know good and well that you loaded all those books onto your tablet before we left the house."

Before Naoki could respond, Dylan called "Okay, kiddos!" He rose and grabbed his carry-on, cutting off any future conversation. "That's our section being called to board. Even if we didn't get the roomy chairs, at least we managed to book bulkhead seats." He looked down at Kotoko, almost half a meter shorter than him. "Not that you need the additional legroom, but Naoki and I will appreciate it."

Naoki continued to grumble as he settled next to the window. "And why are we calling this a 'honeymoon' anyway? We've been married for over three months already."

"Come on!" Dylan pleaded as he stowed his carry-on in the upper bin. "This is the final payment to get your mother off my back!"

"What do you mean, you're married?!" Mrs. Irie's screech had Naoki glancing worriedly at the crystal knick-knacks on display in the living room while Dylan plugged both ears with his forefingers.

"We dropped by the ward office earlier today!" Kotoko, ignoring or unaware of Mrs. Irie's mood, waved her hand in front of her mother-in-law's face. "Look at this ring! And Naoki has one just like it. Dylan-san bought them for us as a wedding gift!"

"Kotoko-chan!" Mrs. Irie engulfed her in one of her smothering hugs. "How abused you have been! This paltry announcement is a travesty of what should have been! Yes, yes, your ring is very pretty," she clasped the hand that had continued to flap in front of her face, "but it's not exactly what I would have picked out for you…"

"And THAT is why we did it this way," Naoki interrupted. "Whose marriage do you think it is, anyway?"

"W-why, yours and Kotoko-chan's of course," she stammered, "but all those years planning about how it would be…" She released Kotoko and her hands swooped through the air as she visualized her dreams. "The bride, a vision in a white designer gown… The groom, in a steel gray tuxedo… The mother of the groom wearing teal and a veiled hat… I never expected you to slink around behind my back like this!" Her laser eyes zoomed in on her elder son's as she wagged a finger at his nose. "How dare you insult your bride with such a shabby, hole-in-the-wall affair? We would have reserved the grand cathedral...rented a hotel ballroom...flown you first-class anywhere you wanted to go for a honeymoon...! What in the world made you think that this was the better option?!"

"It was his idea, actually." Naoki gestured his thumb towards Dylan, whose face visibly paled when Mrs Irie swung around to advance on him.

"You! What a Judas you turned out to be!" she stormed. "All those plans, all those samples, all our time together! Wasted!" Her arms flew in the air in frustration.

"Why did you throw Dylan-san under the bus, Naoki?" Kotoko whispered.

"Better him than me," he answered out of the corner of his mouth.

"I will not stand for this!" Mrs Irie's voice was trembling with anger. "Father! Father! You must fire this young man!" She grabbed Dylan's collar as Mr. Irie hurried to her side.

"Now, now, Mother, that's going a bit far," he said gently to her, stroking her back while easing her away. "He's too valuable an employee for Pandai to lose..."

"No! No! I will not allow this to be true!" Hysteria now tinged her voice. "You-you are not married in my eyes!" She pointed from Kotoko to Naoki.

Kotoko's eyes widened and her jaw dropped at that pronouncement. Naoki chuckled at her side. "So after all these years of touting Kotoko as my perfect wife, once it has occurred you are going to refuse me admittance to the bridal suite?"

Mrs. Irie's mouth opened and closed like a carp when her son stated it so bluntly.

Sensing that he had found her weak spot, he leaned forward with a slight smirk. "You do know how grandbabies are made, don't you?" He tugged Kotoko sharply to his side, and both her hands flew to her mouth to stifle a startled shriek. "So what'll it be, Mother?"

Her eyebrows clenched furiously until she let out a "huff!" of breath and stabbed a finger at him. "Okay, then! You're married! But don't talk about making babies in front of your brother!"

"Mom! I'm almost in 6th grade!" Yuuki protested from the couch, cradling a pillow to his chest and doing his best to stay out of the impact area.

"And you!" She rounded on Dylan again. "Since you did manage to get them hitched I'm going to let you try earn your forgiveness by making this up to me."

"To…you?" Dylan asked, confused.

"Yes! We are going to plan a magnificent reception in honor of their marriage. And a honeymoon! They must have a spectacular and romantic one!" He looked over his shoulder as if for rescue when she dragged him to the corner of the room for a quick confab, the first of many over the course of the next two months.

"I mean, she wasn't content with merely announcing the marriage at the Pandai Christmas party. No, I had to plan a full-blown wedding reception that coincided with your seijin-seiki party! I'm surprised she let me get away with combining the honeymoon with a business trip."

"Amazingly enough, I believe she finally ran out of steam. It might have been easier on you to go along with her original plans," Naoki commented before addressing the top of his wife's head. "Kotoko, if you're going to lean over my lap for the entire trip trying to look out the window, why don't we just trade seats?"

"Are you sure you don't mind?" she asked anxiously. "It's just that this…"

"I know, it's your first airplane flight. Here you go!" They rose and reseated themselves. "So much for being able to nap against the wall," he muttered.

Once they were at cruising altitude he turned on his tablet and began to read the one of the medical texts he had loaded. That is, he tried to read, since apparently Kotoko and Dylan were not going to stop talking, despite being separated.

"Maybe in the next installment of the game, we can have some reason for Kotorin to wear a kimono. Because actually, darling, you looked like a little doll in the one you wore at the reception."

"Which one?" Naoki gave up and injected himself into the conversation. "Mother had her change into at least twelve outfits, five of which were kimonos. Now that garish overflowing of poor taste was extremely unlike you!"

"What?!" Kotoko asked. "All of those dresses were very stylish and fashionable!"

"Of course they were!" Dylan assured her. "After all, Mrs. Irie and I selected them ourselves."

"I thought I picked them out!" she protested.

"We just let you think so, sweetie."

"Meanie!" She stuck her tongue out at him.

"If you two children want to play together all the way across the Pacific, perhaps I should take the aisle seat," Naoki suggested.

"What a great idea!" Dylan stood and retrieved his laptop from the overhead compartment. "I'll be the one to initiate her in all the pleasures of a ten hour flight."

"Whatever you do, don't mention the Mile-High Club," he begged.

"Mile-High…?"

"Never mind, Kotoko!" Dylan diverted her. "Let's go over the trip's timetable until it's nap time!"

"Finally!" Naoki blew out a breath as he reopened his textbook. He only had time to read three paragraphs before a flight attendant broke his concentration by placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Excuse me!" She smiled widely at him. "Would any of you like something to drink?"

"Ah yes!" Dylan handed her his card. "I'll have an appletini and she'll have a mimosa. What'll you have, Naoki?"

He sighed. "Really, don't order her more alcohol than that. You know her endurance level. I'd like a club soda, please," he spoke to the attendant.

"Certainly!" She prepared the cocktails, shooting sideways flirtatious glances in his direction. He mentally rolled his eyes as he predicted more interruptions. After handing the alcoholic drinks to Dylan and Kotoko, she set the soda down on Naoki's tray, her hand lingering near his. "Just press the button if you need anything else," she winked suggestively.

"I doubt I will." He gave her a tight smile. "I'm on my honeymoon, after all."

"Oh!" She straightened and looked at the seat next to him. "With…?"

What the hell? Naoki leaned to the side and pressed his shoulder to Dylan's. "Yes. Wish us the best, won't you?"

"Cer-certainly!" She quickly pushed the drink cart through the curtain to make her exit. The passengers across the aisle looked his way, then whispered to each other.

Dylan turned. "What's up, Naoki?"

He chuckled. "I just scored some undisturbed reading time. Tell you the details later."