Chapter 14: I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane

Ever seen the movie Airplane? Some of the jokes in this chapter are from that movie. (One of the reasons it took me so long to complete is because I had no original airplane jokes. Sorry for the wait)

I sat in my seat, waiting for the plane to take off.

The trip from Tokyo to Cairo was a 29 hour flight with no layover anywhere (Bakura had been 'kind' enough to book a direct flight). This meant over an entire day sitting down in coach seats with nothing to do except watch an in flight movie, which was conveniently free. It got worse when I learned that I had to sit in the middle between Marik and Bakura. This was going to be a long flight.

"Bakura! I wanted the window seat!"

"Shut up, Marik. This seat number is on my ticket." He smirked. "And everyone knows that we have to follow the rules."

"When have you ever cared about following the rules?"

"Touché. But you're still not getting this seat."

"Fine."

I sighed, caught in the middle of this argument. It was a miracle that we had even gotten through security without getting busted. I don't know how Bakura had managed to sneak his entire knife collection aboard; I think Marik must have momentarily taken control of the guard's mind. I should probably be happy that we've made it this far. I thought, looking from one evil character to the other.

"Attention passengers. Please direct your attention to the front of the plane to get emergency instructions from your flight attendant." There was a pause as the flight attendants picked up their demonstration items and prepared to show us all how to deal with an emergency situation. "As if the idiots didn't already know. I mean, come on! We make it about as easy as possible! We give them a book, we mark the exits in big bold letters, what else do they want us to… What? What do you mean the intercom is still on? Oh." and with that the pilot's voice cut off. One of the flight attendants gave a noticeable sigh, and the other didn't even seem to notice because they were so zombified into the mindless routine of being a flight attendant.

I didn't listen to the safety instructions (come on, who doesn't?) and instead looked past Bakura and out the window, staring at the hard asphalt of the runway. This was going to be a long, long flight.

Mostly I passed the time by looking around the plane and watching the meaningless lives of those onboard. My eyes passed over several interesting looking people, including a nun, a few gangsters, and an old man with a cat. But my eyes stopped dead when I saw a large group of familiar people sitting a few row ahead of us. I was glad that I was so close to being saved, but apparently Marik had noticed who was sitting there as well. He nudged Bakura softly with his elbow, leaning across me and making me feel claustrophobic.

"What?" Bakura hissed at him.

"Don't look now, but I think Yugi and his little friends are on this flight."

Bakura's eyes widened in slight alarm. "Surely you're not serious!" he hissed back.

"I am serious. And don't call me Shirley."

He glared at Marik for that joke, and then proceeded to, quite unexpectedly I might add, grab me by the back of the head and shove my face into my lap. "What are you doing?" I asked, annoyed.

"Well we can't have those idiots seeing you, can we?"

I rolled my eyes, but it wasn't like he could see me as I was making friends with my knees.

…Meanwhile with the Good Guys…

"Hey Yuge…"

"Yeah Joey?"

"Do ya think Alora 'll be okay?"

"I'm sure she's fine, Joey. The last time we saw her Bakura and Marik hadn't hurt her, and according to Kaiba's security we're getting pretty close to catching them. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they were on this very plane! (A/N: Oh, the Irony.)

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I should stop worryin', huh?"

"That's the spirit!"

"Hey Yugi?"

"Yes Téa?"

"I have to go to the bathroom."

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because you're in the aisle seat and I'm in the window seat. Why didn't I get to sit by you, again?"

"Joey called dibs on the middle, Téa, and we have to respect the rules of dibs."

She sighed, exasperated. "Fine. Just don't complain if I accidentally crush you."

Thankfully, she didn't crush him as she climbed ungracefully over both of the boys and into the aisle.

She walked down the aisle towards the back of the plane, humming softly as she went. She scanned the seats while she walked, and did a double take when she thought she recognized someone. Or, more specifically, two some-ones. Is that Marik and Bakura? She thought. But when she did her double take, the seats where she thought she had seen them were empty. I guess I'm just being paranoid, like always.

"You idiot! She almost saw us!"

"Well you don't have to be so mean, Bakura. I do have a plan for when she comes back, you know."

"Oh really, and what is that?" I asked, my back starting to hurt from being doubled over for so long.

Marik reached into his pocket, letting me up (finally, jeez!) and showed us the objects for his 'brilliant plan'. Bakura and I stared at them, then back at him, then at each other. "You have got to be kidding me." We said in unison.

Téa stepped out of the bathroom, still wondering about the people she thought she had seen earlier. It still bugged her, like an itch in that one annoying place on your back that you just can't scratch no matter how hard you try. Still, itch aside, she couldn't help but look back one more time. This time she was sure she saw them. Yes, that was definitely the back of their heads! And Alora's head too!

She ran up the aisle to where they sat, pointed a finger at them and yelled, "Aha!"

The three turned their heads to look at her, and a blush crossed her cheeks when she saw that it was indeed not them. Marik and Bakura didn't have black mustaches! And neither did Alora. They looked at her annoyed that she had interrupted their reading of today's paper, and she apologized and went to sit back down.

"I can't believe that actually worked." I said, the fake facial hair brushing my nose as I spoke.

"Neither can I. How did you know that would work Marik?" Bakura asked, itching his upper lip.

"I knew because I am a genius. That's why!"

Bakura and I shared a look that said Marik? A Genius? As if! While Marik looked very proud of himself. Well, as proud as one can look while wearing fake facial hair.

Author's Note: Oh, Snap! It took forever to put that chapter out. And it's not even very good! It figures. Sorry about the wait everyone. I FINALLY got over my stupid writer's block and am now back to updating more frequently. Promise!