Nope, don't own it!

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“I simply can’t believe I actually let you three talk me into this!” a shout, angry rather than frightened, was heard among the choir of cries and wails.

“Look at the bright side, Rei. If we’re going to die, at least it’s going to happen just outside Tokyo.” Another voice came differently than the mass hysteria that had taken over the plane’s passengers, this one almost sadistically calm.

“Great! This way I’ll be able to meet the sight of a dirty road with a sign that says: “You are now exiting the freeway” as my last glimpse of life.” The first voice turned to a steely sarcasm.

“Would you guys calm down? No one’s going to die!” a third party made its presence known.

“Or, if the plane would burst in flames in mid-air, your ash will be sprawled all over this entire city already. This way you won’t even have to bother your relatives to come down and identify/incinerate your corpse themselves.”

“Minako… This is really not helping…” one of them growled as she noticed a person sitting close by, turning into a creepy rainbow at the hearing of her friend’s morbid thoughts of the future.

“Aaah, Ami-chan, don’t bother…”

The four girls remained silent, the madness around them already bringing out a feeling of annoyance, instead of a normal fear of death. So what if the plane was shaking like vodka in a bartender’s blender? These kinds of things tend to happen often enough around the world. Therefore, the four had already somewhat anticipated the event. They knew their luck very well.

“I wish this would stop already, one way or another. All this screaming is giving me a headache…”

“Yeah, me too. Not to mention that my stomach started boiling… and I really don’t feel like dying in a toilette…” were the last things heard before a complete blackout.

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“The pilot spilled coffee on his switchboard?” one burst out in rage, as another started laughing like a maniac.

“Yep… at least that’s what the flight attendants were talking about in the bathroom.”

“Wait a minute! You listened to some blondies in the bathroom?” an angry dark-haired girl, largely known as “fireball” or Rei Hino, raised an eyebrow at one of her friends.

“Hey, I resent that.” The one laughing, named Minako Aino, suddenly stopped and glared.

“So what? Blondies usually are those who treasure gossip as if it’s pure gold. This is how top secret information leaks out.” The tallest girl of the group, a Makoto Kino, winked knowingly.

“In the public toilette, in the middle of one of the most crowded airports in the world?” Rei gave away a confused stare, this time.

“You have no idea! This is how major scandals usually spread like wildfires across the world.” The amazon’s eyes had already begun sparkling.

“Technically, those are usually restaurant or hotel toilettes.” The group’s ultimate genius, a petite blue-haired girl, names Ami Mizuno, corrected. Currently testing the comfort of one of their huge suitcases and scanning a too-colourful magazine for her taste, she noticed a bizarre wave of silence around her and, looking up from her spot, she met three dumbfounded stares targeting her. “What? I had a study case in elementary school!”

“You do realise that you fit the profile of a future serial killer… right?” Minako informed.

“You’re kidding…” Rei turned to the all-knowing-but-still-less-than-Ami blonde.

“Tsk, tsk. It’s always the quiet ones. One minute they smile shyly, the other they chase you through the forest with a chainsaw!”

“I don’t think Ami-chan can even carry a chainsaw…” Makoto seemed deep in though, as the said girl gulped and blushed madly.

“And there are no forests in Tokyo!”

“But there are parks!”

“Minako, I thought you cut it out with your fantasy reading.”

“I did. Otherwise I’d have probably pictured her a little evil, yet cute leprechaun!” the blonde smiled brightly and her three friends only teardropped, not really knowing how to react to that logic. By now, everyone in the airport was afraid to bypass the four… especially the security guards.

“Hino-sama!” a shout that made even the loudspeakers envious, forced the small group turn its focus towards the exit, where a Tarzan-like man, who didn’t seem to have showered in weeks, waved like mad at them. “I’m here to take you to your new place!”

In that exact moment, the administrative personnel let out a deep sigh, followed by a huge relieved gulp of air. Finally, the four were leaving…

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Yeah, yeah, yeah... apparently I started writing again, but don't ask me how long this spree will last, because I have no idea.

Some of you might notice familiar traits from my two one-shot series for this category, therefore, I must admit that this particular story is somewhat, somehow a conclusion to "Love is All Around" and "Love Hurts"... and I also asked for help with my sailor-moon-fanfiction-specialist friend(s) for the title, because the word "love" already gives me a brain-ache.

Well, this should be a "normal" fanfic; so far the first chappies are pretty short, but knowing me, they might burst at some point, so just in case, be prepaired. Also, as usual, please forgive any typos :D

As a final request... the always present: R&R please :D