Haruko sits back in a chair at the terminal gate she has to board. It boards in fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes and I'm out of this hojunk airport, and on my way to America. I thought they were much smarter than that...
She takes her cap off and puts her hair up into a pony tail. She puts the end through the opening in the back of her cap and fits it to the form of her head.
I wonder...if they are trying to trick me?
She looks around and grabs for the bag under her chair setting it in the chair next to her. She unzips it open making sure she has everything she needs.
Haruko boards her flight, which has an estimated time of 14 hours flying time, with no stops.
14 hours...I'm so glad those retards won't figure out how to fly those Vespa's! Cause they won't get anywhere with those...still it would have been nice to have gas. The timing would be an hour tops if I booked it.
She looks at her ticket and heads back to her seat. She places her only bag (carry on) into the compartment and sits down in her window seat. Not long after, more people continue to board. Finally a man approaches her. She doesn't take her gaze from looking outside, but she can sense he is staring her down. The man looks at his ticket and back at the second seat in the row, and then back again. Finally, she turns towards him.
“Yeah, I'm in your seat, do you really want it that bad?” she says smirking.
“I like the window seat, yeah,” he replies laughing.
“Here take it,” she says standing up to get out of his way. The man thanks her and they both sit down.
I'll kick your head throw the window if I wasn't trying to keep a low profile...human.
The man, taking her act of kindness as flirting, starts to talk to her as they begin to take off.
“So where are you headed?” he asks.
“New York,” she replies.
“Ah. I have a meeting their with my partner, and then have to head to Buffalo shortly after. I'm in the import/export business. How about yourself?”
“Yeah, I'm going their for business too. I got something I gotta take care of,” she replies.
The plane is now up in the air. She unbuckles her seat belt and presses her feat up against the chair in front of her. The man gives her an uneasy gaze, noticing her outfit more than previously.
“What is your business? If you don't mind me asking?”
“What are you a cop?” she says turning her head towards him. He smiles.
“No why?” she moves her mouth to his ear. “Cause if you were, I'd kill you,” she whispers.
He doesn't respond for a moment, but starts busting up laughing. “Oh my god! You are good, you had me their for a moment!” he says hitting her. She crosses her arms and looks the other way, clearly angry and annoyed.
Guh, I'm just going to sleep.
The man continues to talk for awhile until he notices she is passed out. He turns to look out the window, disappointed.
“Did you guys really think it would be that easy!” Kitsurubami shouts. “Seriously, like someone, more importantly her, would just give up transportation like this at will.”
“Hmm I doubt she was lying, there has to be more to it than that, if she was to use her bike originally,” Amarao states.
“These instructions are so incomplete...” Ninamori states trying to decipher them. Seconds later she gives up in frustration. “She's right Mr. Ray, we shouldn't of been so naïve about that. She fucked us”
“Hmm...” he says thinking. They all wait for him to say something.
“Brilliant idea,” Kitsurubami mentions, “let's go buy tickets to the next flight to New York.”
“Great idea!” Ninamori shouts back, looking at her then at Amarao. “Lets go Mr. Ray!”
“What about the bikes?” he says. “We can't just leave these, they may come in handy.”
“Good call, lets bring them with.”
“The fee will be big for two vehicles to be carried on. We likely won't get them back at the same time we get their,” Kitsurubami explains.
“That isn't a problem, how much are you talking?”
“A couple grand.”
“A couple?” Ninamori exclaims.
“Yeah around four or five thousand I would say.”
“For two?” he asks.
“With two, probably double,” she states. She looks at the bike and Vespa and then back at him. He is still staring down at them pondering what to do.
“We have the money right?”
“What do you mea---”
“To do it, we have enough right?”
“Yes,” she replies quickly.
“K go get tickets for the next flight out of here, and phone me in when you are done.”
The two girls walk back into the terminal, while Amarao stays behind to watch over the vehicles.
“So, like are you two dating?” Ninamori asks.
“Amarao and I? Hardly!” she says laughing.
“Why is that funny?”
“Not my type!”
“What is your type?” she asks as they approach the clerk. “He seems like a nice guy, he is a good teacher at least.”
Kitsurubami smiles at her then at the clerk. “Hi, we need three tickets for a non-stop flight to New York.”
The teller nods and asks, “non-stop?”
“Three you say? What time?”
“As soon as possible?”
“Checking in any bags?”
“Carry on ones only. We also need to register two vehicles for our destination.”
Wow she is really smart, and knows what she is doing Ninamori thinks to herself.
Kitsurubami takes out a book from her bag, which looks like a planner to Ninamori. Inside are various numbers listed as well as what looks like a bunch of credit cards, ID's etc. She hands the clerk a credit card and she begins finding tickets for them.
“So what is your type?”
“Not him,” she says back getting angry. “Just drop it.”
“Did you ever like him?”
“Didn't I just ask you to drop it? What is with kids never listening?”
The tellers laughs, and resumes typing after the two of them stares her down.
“I always wished Naota and I ended up together and it happened. Don't you have someone like that?” she asks.
“What's your sudden interest in my love life anyway?”
“Don't you talk to your girlfriends about those things? Do you have girlfriends?”
She blushes when the question is raised. “Yes! Of course I have girlfriends! How old do you think I am?” she says in anger and in a strict tone. She turns towards the teller who hands her both the tickets and her credit card back.
“You'll need to fill out these two forms, one for each vehicle, and turn it in at the kiosk over their. They will give you a confirmation number, and you will need to leave the keys with them okay?” the lady explains.
“Okay, great thank you very much!” she says. She puts her card back into her planner, and back into her bag. Slinging it over her shoulder, she begins to walk towards the kiosk, Ninamori following.
“I get it, you have a guy already don't you? I'm not surprised, you're gorgeous, I'm sure you can get any guy you want!” Ninamori exclaims, feeling dumb for even asking. “Mr. Ray is probably out of his league,” she says chuckling.
They both fill out a form, for each one of the vehicles and turn it into the designated clerk. Kitsurubami phones Amarao to bring the keys and to let him know they got the tickets.
“And for your information,” she says flipping her cell phone shut, “I did use to have feelings for Amarao.”
“I knew it! Anyone could tell you guys have had something in the past!” she smiles.
“I said I had feelings for him. It was mutual, at least I think...yeah I'm positive it was.” The two sit down in chairs waiting for him to arrive. Ninamori looks at her and can tell she is lost in thought.
“I really did like him, when we worked together. That was years ago though...”
“You're saying he never noticed you?”
“He did. But that was after I had feelings for him. And by then he disgusted me.”
“...He liked someone else more”
“Hardly. Anyway, it doesn't matter who he liked, the fact was he didn't like me anymore, and I'm long over it now. That was years ago. When you get older you'll understand that it's easier to get over love than people make it seem like. 'Course you still think about the “what if's” in life, but in the end, you realize that love comes and goes.”
“Wow,” Ninamori says looking down, “...that was really depressing” she says jokingly.
“Not as depressing as I fear this situation may end up.”
“What does that mean?”
“Amarao is much different than he was years ago. He has definitely matured, even for how old he is. However, when we had to deal with Haruko's arrival, we had to deal with both the government and Medical Mechanica. The whole time, Amarao practically shunned his duties, focusing only on her. Some said since he was Commander, it was okay, and that he was personally seeing to it. To me though, it was obvious. He was in love with her, or liked her at the least...”
“No way! That's crazy!”
“I know right? What retard would fall in love with a psycho like her?”
They both laughed but fell silent fast. Mine would they both thought to themselves.
“Didn't you ever ask him about it?"
“Yes of course. He insisted that he was just doing his job, and that he was being professional and his case wouldn't be compromised, or the bureaus more importantly...course it ended bad and the bureau closed after all that stuff happened...”
“Yeah I guess after that place disappeared there was no need for you guys anymore right?"
“Whatever they had there, disappeared along with her. I can only assume that is why she came back.”
Yeah but why would she need Naota then?
“Anyway, what happened then?” Ninamori asks.
“I got a job in a different city and so did he. We were both able to find work. We exchanged numbers. By then, I respected him as a superior. Regardless of the bureaus closure, he was able to use his status to get me a better job than I would of on my own, and I think he got hired on as a president or something of some company.
“He didn't start teaching at first?”
“Nope, it wasn't till awhile afterward he had started doing that. Thing is...I never found out for sure, but I think Amarao and Haruko have a past.”
“Well yeah, they met plenty of times a few years ago”
“I meant before that. I think they had met before, plenty of times. I don't know if he was young, or in his teens or what. Maybe I am just looking into it to much...maybe I was just jealous of her...”
“I was too you know” Ninamori reassures her.
“I had a crush on Naota when I was little for ever, and randomly some psycho comes out of nowhere and he falls for her. Don't even get me started on his brothers slutty girlfriend.”
They both laugh.
“I just find it strange that Amarao agree'd to switch tickets for the bikes. Giving her a headstart and all. It could be dangerous for Naota. Plus...if he loved her once, it can always resurface."
“Weren't you just saying, you never had a relationship?”
“I didn't say it couldn't resurface though, did I?”