Rammstein is my favorite band in the world. I never see enough fics about them so I wrote a few. If you're a fan of Rammstein, i hope you enjoy this one.

"Look! There it is!"

"Move! I can't see!"

"It looks awsome! This is gonna' be so great!"

"-Let me see."

"Go back to your seat and use your own damn window!"

"Oh, yeah," Christoph said. He got off Paul's back and took his seat a row behind him. No one was sitting there. The six men were the only ones on the private jet, save the pilot. Christoph looked through his window to see the sparkling ocean and the island that was home to the resort they were headed to. "Wow," he whispered.

"Don't wet yourself, Doom- Goddamn this thing!" Richard cursed as he twisted and turned the Rubix cube. He'd screwed it up before the flight so he could pass the 4 hours solving it. Or, trying to solve it. Now he wished he'd left it fixed. All the talking wasn't a distraction, seeing as even if conditions were perfect he doubted he could solve it.

"You can see the pool all the way from up here- It's huge!" Paul said.

Flake, his head leaned back and eyes closed, snickered at him. "Amerikan toys suck," he said. "Except Bionicles. Those things are cool. Lego is one of Amerika's only great accomplishments... And Coke."

Christoph: "Why are we passing it?"

"The Rubix cube is from Hungary," Richard said, concentrating on the cube of death.

"What about the moon landing?" Ollie asked.

Paul: "We have to circle around first. Where do their stakes come from, I wonder? I hear they're good."

Still not opening his eyes, Flake said, "Well, Hungary isn't all that great, either. And the moon landing wasn't real. That was all staged in an airport hangar."

Christoph: "They get shipments all the time. Where else would they get Coke and Beer?"

"No way," Ollie. "It looked too real."

Richard paused in his struggle to line the colors up and said, "My guitar was from Hungary." He looked serious, especially without his hair spiked.

Flake opened his eyes and poked out is tongue at Richard, but pointing it at the ceiling. To Oliver he said, "How the hell would there be wind in space?"

Paul: "Those people laying around the pool are freaking stupid."

"It was solar wind."

"Oh- .'Space wind'. Yeah, right."

"How does that chinese guy do it?" Richard murmured.

Christoph: "Why?"

"The wind was heat waves from the sun." Oliver said.

"He's Japanese. And wind is cause by the interaction between low and high preassure."

Paul: "They're gonna get Melanoma."

"Yeah. Japanese. This is the stupidest thing I've ever bought- but I can't put it down." Left, right, right, left, right again. Drop. "Dammit."

"So there's no preasure in space?"

"Uhh... No! It's space!"

Christoph: "Dude. It's pronounced WATERMELON. And how the hell could a watermelon be bad? Watermelons are great!"

"Are we there yet?" Till yawned.

"How do you know? You ever been there?"

Paul: "I said MELANOMA. And you're right. Watermelons kick ass. I hope they have them there."

Left, left, left, left- "Dammit! I'm back where I started! Almost, Till. We still gotta' circle around."

"No, I have not."

Christoph: "So what's Melanoma?"

"Then how do you know what space is like?"

"How long have we been flying?" Yawn.

Paul: "Some kind of skin desease you get from too much sun."

"You get a lot of information from reading. They send probes and stuff."

"That's nice, Till." Left, right, left, left, back, right.

"But if the Moon landing wasn't real, how do you know that we've got any probes or anything in space at all?"

Christoph: "You can get cancer just by standing out in the sun!?"

"Be right back," Till said, dissapearing into the bathroom.

"...Wow. I don't know. You just brought up a good point!"

Paul: "Anything can give you cancer these days."

Right, foward, right, back, left, right, right.

Oliver nodded. "It's what I do."

Christoph: "Don't tell me this!"

"Yes...Yes...I almost got it..." Right, back, left, back, right, foward, right.

Flush.

Paul: "Oh, yeah! Over-cooked meat. Deoderant-"

"You know what else from Amerika is cool? Longhorns."

Enter. Sit. Recline. Yawn.

"Uh, huh-" Left, foward, left, right, back "-Yeah! I think I got it!"

Christoph: "No! Shut up!"

"Those weird cow things?"

"Yes! Yes! I'm getting it! YES!!!"

Till looks over his shoulder at the conversing band members. They all remind him of a bunch of kids on an exciting vacation.

Paul: "Lipstick. TV."

"Yeah. The ones with the LONG HORNS."

"Yes!" Richard stood up with the cube held as high as the low ceiling would allow. "I have completed it!"

Christoph: "Shut up! I don't want to hear this!"

"Those things scare me."

"I have made you my bitch! My colorful bitch!"

Paul: "Radiation."

"Why? And you haven't finished it yet."

"I have taken you down from your colorful pedastal and made you naked! Wait. What?"

Christoph: "No!"

"What if you got rammed but one of you? That would totally suck!"

"Of course I have! Look!" Richard thrust the cube in the keyboardist's face.

"Paul, Stop scaring your drummer," Till said in his serious voice.

Paul: "Why? I'm having so much fun. Try it."

Flake took the cube, turned it around, and put it back in the guitarist's hand. Sure enough it had only 2 squares misplaced. He said, "No you haven't. Just don't mess with them and they won't mess with you."

Christoph: "Oh, God. Oh, God. All this time I've been living a lie!"

"You're freaking him out. Look at him!"

"Oh, goddammit! Gimme that thing! I'll be right back!" Richard took the unfinished cube and left the seating area in the direction of the cockpit.

"You think they run around wild?"

Paul laughed and said, "Look. He's shaking."

"I don't know. But if you just stay out of their way then you have nothing to worry about."

"Living a lie. Living a lie..."

"It's not right. You're freaking the boy out."

"Oh come on. He's a grown man. He can take a little-"

Everyone paused for amoment to cover their ears. Each of their ears had popped at exactly the same time. Then, just as fast and unexplained as the preassure had come, it was gone. Then something hit Flake's window. "Whoa!" he exclaimed, grabbing his seat. "What the hell was that!?"

"Did you see that?" Oliver asked the Flake.

"What happened?" Till asked.

"Something just hit my window."

"What did it look like?"

"I dunno... It was too fast."

"It looked like a little ball of rainbow" Oliver put in.

"Rainbow?"

"I..." Flake thought. "You're right. It did look pretty colorful. Kinda familiar too."

"It's the Dalai Lama! We're gonna' crash!"

Richard came back in and sat down in his seat across the isle from Flake. "Took care of that little bugger." he said.

"A rainbow." the singer said. "'A little ball of rainbow'."

"That's what it looked like." Oliver said.

"Do you know how stupid that-"

"Richard! You didn't!" Flake said, putting his hand over his eyes.

"Didn't what?" the Paul asked.

Till began laughing and Richard smiled a secret smile. "Solve that, you little bastard."

"Dalai Lama. Dalai Lama."

Somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, an unfinished Rubix cube bobbed just under the surface of the water.