Author's Note:Hello readers! How's it been? I haven't seen you in a while. So far, I've only written one other serious story (the rest are pointless and random) but I decided that it was time for some more angst. Yes, I realize that it's a big responsibility to take on a whole story, but I'm willing to try! Anyways, this one should be a lot better and easier to follow, because I'm going to write it all first, well, I'm not quite done it yet, but I wanted to post this chapter to see what the general interest was.

I just finished What If I Had Let You Go (it took me soooo long!) Not that it matters, I just feel like rambling… As for the confusion between using Eiri and Yuki, well, I like both, so I figured that he would be refered to as Eiri(by me) , but Shuichi still thinks of him as Yuki (as does everyone else…)

Disclaimer: I don't own it… —.—

Summary: Eiri and Shuichi take a vacation to America, but their plane crashes just outside the New York Airport. Did both our heroes make it out of the plane okay? What are the consequences of the bag mix-up at the airport? R&R

Warnings: uhh…not too many this early on…there are moments…you know… but nothing big…so far. Oh, and swearing (but not a lot)

Japanese (except in the case of Shuichi and Eiri talking to each other…)

English

Chapter One

Shuichi and Eiri shoved their way through the crowded insides of the Toyko Airport. Well, Yuki shoved…Shuichi just held onto the back on his shirt and got dragged along.

"Yuki, Yuki slow down! Yuki, I'm gonna get lost!"

"No! We're going to miss our plane and it's all your fault! Maybe if you had been ready this morning, we wouldn't have to rush! Baka!"

"Ne Yuki! That's not nice! Don't be so mean to me! Remember, we're going on vacation, and you can relax soon!"

"Ugh, how did I ever let you talk me into going to America for a vacation? Why couldn't we go somewhere peaceful like Vienna or Rome or somewhere like that?

"Because I wanted to see where Yuki grew up!…And K wanted me to scout out the area for a place where I would want to do my American tour. Besides, peaceful is boooooring, I'd rather be in New York."

"Why am I even here? I should have just let you come by yourself."

"No! You had to come because you love me! And you would miss me if I left by myself for two weeks!"

"I don't ever remember saying that…"

"Ne Yuki, don't be so mean!"

Eiri reached behind him in an uncommon gesture of affection and ruffled Shuichi's hair. And although he couldn't see it, the singer smiled happily, because he knew that this was his lover's way of expressing his feelings.

Jumping forward a step, he had Eiri in a bear hug around the waist for a split second, and then let go before the writer could protest.

"I love you too Yuki."

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A small, light kid, roughly the same size as Shuichi, was trying to peel himself away from a worried-looking woman.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay Tai?"

"Yes, Mrs. James, I'm going to be fine."

"Do you have all your identity papers in your suitcase?"

"Yes, don't worry, they're in there, I just checked."

"Okay, well…good bye then sweetheart, I hope you like living in New York!"

The boy was pulled into a big hug, and the lady whispered into his ear.

"I'm so sorry we couldn't take you in, but you know…"

"It's ok, really."

"Ok," she gave him a worried smile, and a small wave, "Bye then!"

The boy in question got into the lineup to get his bags checked. With some difficulty, he heaved his fluorescent pink suitcase up onto the table, and placed it beside his tray containing a watch, a necklace, and a magnet. The little guy stood impatiently tapping his foot against the tile floor, trying to see what the hold-up was. He was going to miss his plane!

"But I don't have any metal on me! I don't know why it's going off!" A familiar looking boy was trying to reason with the security guard.

"Ack baka! You must have something, or it wouldn't go off! Check your pockets again!"

"Yuki! Don't yell at me!"

"Look, kid, just go back and try putting your shoes through the x-ray machine."

Complying unhappily, with a sad glance at the man already through the gate, he turned back to the conveyer belt and slowly undid his shoes.

Tai sighed, and then walked up to the gate.

"Can I go through while he's doing that…please!"

The man nodded, and gestured for the boy to go ahead. He quickly ran through, and none of the detectors went off, so he grabbed his big suitcase and sped off in the direction of the plane.

Meanwhile, Shuichi was still trying to get through the gates. No such luck. The alarms went off again and again.

"Hey," Shuichi looked over at the man, seeming to have a revelation, "I just dyed my hair, would that make the sensors go off?"

The man just stared at him, while Eiri groaned.

"No baka! There isn't any metal in dye! Lots of people have come through with dyed hair so far, and it hasn't gone off for them. Just take off all your clothes and go through, or we'll be here all day!"

"No, I can't do that!" He blushed furiously, looking at the guard for help.

"Why not, you've done it for me a thousand times." Shuichi stared up at his boyfriend in horror, and all the people waiting in line looked away embarrassedly.

"Yuuuuuuukkiiiii!"

"What?"

Shuichi just pouted cutely.

"Bah! Fine, I'll help you."

Eiri went back through the gates, despite the protests of the security guard, and sat his boyfriend on the edge of the conveyer belt. He then proceeded to give the blushing boy a full body pat-down, searching for the offending metal device. After affirming that it wasn't anywhere on his upper body, the writer slipped a hand down the front of his pants. Rummaging around a bit, much to Shuichi (and the general population's) dismay, he triumphantly came up holding a cell phone in his hand.

His embarrassment gone for the moment, Shuichi gaped at him.

"Hey, I forgot about that! How did you know it was there!"

"Because that's where you keep all your important things, like that picture of me."

"Oh, Yuki is so smart!"

The two turned back to a disgruntled security guard, who waved them through hurriedly. By now, their suitcases had caused an enormous pile up, while their angry owners were piled up in line.

"Hey, I can't find my suitcase Yuki!"

A friendly looking guard came over to stand beside him.

"Can I help you sir?"

"Yes," Eiri interrupted whatever Shuichi was going to say, "My boyfriend lost his suitcase, it's bright pink."

(Author's note: da da daaaaa!)

They were looking through the pile, when a scream rang out. Everyone jumped, only to see Shuichi pointing to the x-ray machine.

"There it is!" Eiri frowned.

"That's weird, I thought it already went through…whatever, let's go."

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Eiri sat slowly down in his seat with a sigh of relief. It had been a long, rushed day starting when they both slept through the alarm going off multiple times, the phone ringing, and even K bursting into the apartment. (Of course they couldn't ignore it when K blasted a hole through the bedroom wall with his brand-new bazooka…) After that, Shuichi had refused to leave until they had both eaten a well-balanced breakfast, and then had to have a shower, and then Eiri found out that the singer hadn't packed yet. It was hard to not laugh as the naked boy ran desperately from room to room, trying to find his clothes, and then his CDs, and finally his Japanese-English translator and dictionary.

Just as they had been about to leave, Shuichi had tried to run back in to go to the bathroom, and grab a brush. Eiri, of course, having no patience left, had grabbed him by the collar and hoisted him over his shoulder with a well-practiced fireman's carry. In one of those rare moments of regret (which were becoming less and less rare, much to Eiri's discontent) the writer had combed out the knots in Shuichi's hair with his fingers for compensation, in the cab on the way to the airport. It was worth the cab driver's strange looks to hear the moans coming out of Shuichi's mouth. But that's another story altogether.

So here they were, on a twenty hour plane ride to America, and he had to deal with a hyperactive teenager who had nothing to do. Great. This would be fun…

Meanwhile, Shuichi was dancing up and down the aisles of the plane.

"I'm goin' on an airplane! I'm goin' on an airplane! Yaahahhahaha! I should write a song about airplanes…WEEEEE!" He spread out his arms and ran around making engine noises. Eiri looked back from their seats in first class, and rolled his eyes.

"Come fly with me Yuki!"

No answer. Big surprise there…

"Ne! Yuki, come fly with me!"

Shuichi "flew" over to the writer, and grabbed his arm. A failed attempt at dragging the larger man out of his seat brought the poor boy to his knees.

"Puhleaaaaaaaase!"

"No! Leave me alone and get back to your seat!" The words came out harsher than he had wanted, and the boy immediately stood up, and without another word to Eiri, pushed through to his chair and sat down, wiping his eyes roughly.

Damn, he had hurt the kid's feelings again. Oh well, he's make it up to him when they got to the hotel (insert evil laugh)

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"Passengers, we are now approaching the New York Airport. We are estimated to arrive in about eight minutes. Please pay attention for the seat belt sign, and turn off all electronic devices."

Eiri looked up from his work on his laptop, which he had insisted on bringing (despite Shuichi's protests), and quickly saved all his progress. Stowing the computer back into his suitcase, the writer stood up stretching, and headed for the bathroom one last time. (He hated airport bathrooms. Not many people know it, but the great Eiri Yuki is afraid of automatically flushing toilets.)

Stepping into the small area, he took a second to glance lean against the counter. The kid still wasn't talking to him, and usually by now he would have forgotten all about whatever Eiri had said to him. He hadn't even opened up his suitcase yet, where his lover had slipped an apology chocolate bar…The writer sighed. He really had to be a little more considerate of the boy in the future…A laugh escaped his mouth. Wow, had he just thought that? Maybe he was going soft in his old age…

Eiri did his…thing…and was just about to leave the bathroom, when the floor started shaking. Damn, it was turbulence! Violently, he was flung backwards into the wall of the room, and landed on his butt on the toilet lid (thank god he had put it down) The plane continued to shake furiously, and Eiri started to panic. He needed to get back to his seat, and put on his safety belt! Launching himself at the door, he found that the lock was jammed. But he didn't have any more time to think about it, as the whole body of the plane gave a brutal tremor, throwing him back again. All that his mind could think of doing was crawling into the tiny space between the sink and the toilet, and crouching up. There was one last boom, during which the man's head was slammed up against the wall, and just before everything went black, he heard, or rather, noticed, a lack of noise coming from the engines.

"Shuichi…"

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Safely in his seat, and buckled up, Shuichi had been looking around for his boyfriend just before the turbulence started. As the first bump shook the plane, the announcer's voice came onto the P.A system.

"Passengers are now asked to return to their seats and fasten their seatbelts. We have encountered some mild turbulence. Please remain in your seats until the aircraft had landed."

The singer looked frantically around, trying to locate Eiri. When he could not see him anywhere on the plane, he tried to get up from his seat, and was stopped by a stewardess.

"Please stay in your seat sir."

"But, but my boyfriend, I don't see him, he's not here! He's going to get hurt!"

"Maybe he's in the bathroom, he'll be okay in there until this is over. It won't get any more violent than this."

"…okay."

"There, that's a good boy."

Then, when bumps started getting really violent, contrary to the stewardess's proclamation, Shuichi started to worry. What if Yuki got knocked unconscious, or broken bones or something! He started biting his nail anxiously, but after an enormous bump wrenched his fingers out of his mouth, and poked his eyes, he kept his hands firmly by his sides.

Shuichi never even had time to worry, after the last pocket of air hit the plane, he was so far gone in his fear that he didn't even feel jolt as the engines stopped, and the loud whine ended abruptly. He did, however, notice when the plane suddenly tipped forwards, and he found his body straining against the seatbelts. Oxygen masks popped out in front of him, but immediately swung forwards, propelled by gravity. His hand reached out futilely towards the mask, but his arm just wasn't long enough. As he saw the edges of his vision begin to go black, he could only think of one thing.

"Yuki…"

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Author's note: oh baby I love writing angst! It's so much fun…he …he I like making them suffer…muahahahahah!

I've noticed that this story is slightly similar to my last one…but it's not really obvious until later, and then you'll really see.

Remember to R&R