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SEIGAKU, HYOUTEI: Narita Airport, Tokyo.
Friday, 6:20 AM.

The plane was due for takeoff at 7:00 AM and would start boarding at 6:40 AM. Therefore, twenty more minutes of time needed to be killed.

Having finished their fierce scrabble tournament (Inui won with his encyclopedic knowledge of etymology and linguistics, to no one's surprise), the two rival teams had quickly run out of engaging activities to entertain themselves and their short attention spans. They were middle schoolers, after all.

Atobe drawled, "I'm bored. If only they had allowed me a larger carry-on bag. One that would fit my surround-sound DVD player and speaker system. That would have been vastly more entertaining than these menial cardgames, ne, Kabaji?"

"Usu."

Hyoutei's unimpressed buchou let out an unnecessarily dramatic sigh, taking a nail file out of his designer duffel bag and began neatly primping his nails with an exasperated expression.

"Would you pass me the men's lacquer?"

"Usu." Kabaji handed a small glass bottle of men's topcoat polish to his captain.

Meanwhile, at the end of Hyoutei and Seigaku's row of seats, Inui was facing quite a large crisis.

He had encountered a logic-based activity which he completely, utterly failed at.

"Nyaa, Inui! You forgot the rules again, you can't play that card in defense-mode! It's a spell card!" Eiji said, pointing at Inui's incorrectly-placed YuGiOh card.

"H-Hai... I apologize, I should have known better..." Inui was sweating now. He nervously pushed his glasses up. He was the data master, but why was this such a hard game to grasp? He bit his lip and hesitantly tried again, "Then... I play my Red Eyes Black Dragon, defe-I mean, attack mode-"

In the background, Ryoma made a "Mada mada dane" remark directed towards his bespectacled senpai.

"Che. Are you even trying, Inui-san? We already told you, you need to sacrifice two weaker cards in order to summon a monster that powerful." Shishido groaned, rubbing his temples. Choutarou gave Inui a concerned look, "Inui, would you like me to help you? We can both play against Shishido if you're struggling."

Shishido responded to Choutarou's offer with a slightly betrayed look, "Are you serious? Let the man fight his battles on his own. Besides..." Shishido's voice got a bit lower, "If you play doubles with anyone, it's me..."

Choutarou blinked and lightly blushed.

Inui bit his lip. He had never felt this confused since the time Kaidou had lost his memory and forgot who he was. The data master had a reputation to keep up, dammit! If he screwed up a match like this, he would never live it down. At least Yanagi wasn't here to witness his pathetic attempt at dueling.

"Fushuuu, Senpai, I can help you if you want..." A familiar kouhai muttered, walking over and sitting down close to Inui. "My little brother, Hazue, likes to play YuGiOh cards with me a lot..." Kaidou explained.

"Why yes, Kaidou, that would be greatly appreciated. Here, take a look at my deck."

"Hmm... Inui, you have a really good hand right now. See Shishido's Legendary Fisherman in defense mode? Use this trap card here-if you play it in two turns," Kaidou pointed to one of Inui's cards. It was shiny and had a silver elf on it, "Then activate this spell card," Kaidou gestured to another one of Inui's cards which was red with a black mask on the center, "...Then you can send three of Shishido-san's cards to the graveyard." Kaidou scratched his head, "It would also help if you used this spell card here," Kaidou pointed to yet another card in Inui's hand, "To unlock the ability to summon this monster," Kaidou tapped the third card from the left in Inui's hand, "Which, when it gets sent to the graveyard, unlocks a special ability for the polymerization of this monster," Kaidou pointed to a card that Inui already had on the playing field, "With Summoned Skull here," Kaidou held up another card in Inui's hand.

Inui nodded, trying to wrap his head about all of what his kouhai was saying.

Kaidou continued, "...And after that, you can switch Internal Flame Emperor to defense mode and activate your third trap card, followed by playing these three spell cards in face-down position." Kaidou finished, staring intently at Inui's deck.

Inui started to feel oddly tingly inside. "Kaidou, I had no idea you had such skill in YuGiOh."

Kaidou tried to hide a blush and hissed. "Fushuuu... Senpai, it's nothing. Just things I learned from playing Hazue..."

RIKKAIDAI: Narita Airport, Tokyo.
Friday: 6:27 AM.

And then the Rikkaidai Tennis Club eventually made their way to the waiting area to join Seigaku, Hyoutei, and Rokkaku.

Yanagi immediately noticed his childhood friend (and rival data master) struggling with YuGiOh cards, a game so simple-minded and easy to comprehend as long as one thought 5 steps beforehand and had basic knowledge of conditional probability and Bayesian Analysis. "Well, well, well... Never would have expected you to lack basic dueling abilities, Sadaharu. Mind if I join in?" Yanagi smirked and headed over to either help or tease Inui.

Marui sat in an available chair next to Seigaku's Momoshiro Takeshi.

"I wonder what snacks they'll serve us on the plane." Marui pondered as he took his seat next to the power tennis player.

"I hope it's burgers! Since the plane tickets were so expensive, I bet the airline food is gonna be great!" Momoshiro responded, mouth already starting to water.

"Oh, you think? I'm thinking that they might put out a whole buffet for us, since, y'know, the plane is so long. They'll probably have a giant dessert buffet lining the aisle with all sorts of cakes and sweets and pastries..." the self-proclaimed, sugar-addicted tensai stated.

From a few seats down, Echizen couldn't help but interrupt their conversation.

"I hate to break it to you two, but... I've been on transcontinental flights from Tokyo to New York numerous times and,"

Momoshiro and Marui both gave Echizen excited looks, each boy with a luxurious and mouth-wateringly delicious fantasy of what airline food was like.

"...For long flights like this, you get one meal. Usually a small TV dinner and a shot-glass-sized plastic cup of soda. Maybe a tiny bag of raisins if they're feeling generous."

Two distressed and horrifying screams of agony could be heard throughout the airport complex.

ROKKAKU: Narita Airport, Tokyo.
Friday, 6:30 AM.

Everybody's favorite (or rather, second favorite depending on how partial you are to Shitenhouji) comic relief team, Rokkaku Chuu, was collected at the back of the airport waiting area for their early morning flight to New York City. Because a certain over-enthusiastic first year buchou forgot to charge his cellphone the night before, the team had gathered at the back wall of the waiting area where there was a small collection of outlets.

All of them were away from the other teams since each of member had his phone plugged into one of the outlets, collecting as much charge as possible to last through the entire transcontinental flight.

Ryou's phone buzzed again for the fifth time in no less than ten minutes. A rather annoyed expression graced the older Kisarazu's face and he grumpily texted back a terse one-letter reply before placing it yet again on the ground next to his iPhone charger.

"Looks like somebody's popular. Can I ask who keeps texting?" Rokkaku's fukubuchou inquired, taking a seat at the airport gate next to his capped teammate.

"Mom. Again. For the-what-eighty seventh time since we left today?" Ryou grumbled, crossing his arms.

"She's just worried about you, you know. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, Saeki, Geez. Everything is fine. It's just..." Ryou rolled his eyes a bit, as if searching for the right words to say, "...It's like, mom never gets this protective with 'Atsushi."

Saeki nodded, gesturing for his teammate to continue.

"I mean, okay. So I'm the older one, right? But ever since 'Sushi transferred to St. Rudolph, mom and dad are constantly talking about how responsible and independent he is. They only call him like once a month and whenever he visits, he's treated practically like an adult." Ryou let out a moody "Tch" and flicked a strand of black hair from his face. "Meanwhile, I, the older brother, am still treated like some little kid who needs to be constantly cared for."

Saeki gave Ryou a sympathetic look. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, Yuuta told me that Fuji-"

Davide jumped into the conversation just enough to blurt out, "Sounds like double trouble. Does anyone need a twintervention? Pfffft!" He grinned, covering his mouth with his hand to let out a snort.

Ryou cringed.

...

Wait, no kick. Where was Kurobane?

"Hey, where did 'Bane run off to?" Saeki asked, voicing Ryou's thoughts.

"Oh, him and Itsuki went off to grab a few snacks at the food court for during the flight. We want to go to New York, not... Hungary! Heh,"

Ryou shuddered and his left eye gave an involuntary twitch. His current state of mild pun-induced repulsion was interrupted by a loud chirping noise. Followed by what sounded a bit like an explosion.

"AH YEAH! New angry birds high score! SWEET!" Kentarou exclaimed, holding his phone three inches from his face with concentration.

Ryou wondered if Kurobane would buy any extra earplugs while he was out.

HIGA: Narita Airport complex, Tokyo.
Friday, 6:39 AM.

(Reminder: Plane leaves at 7:00, boarding begins 6:40)

"Kite, calm down! We're gonna make it on time, don't worry!" Kai Yuujiroh attempted to console their short-tempered captain as the group of purple-clad Okinawans sprinted towards the airport security line.

The morning of the flight had not been a good one. To assure that each team (Seigaku, Rikkaidai, Hyoutei, Rokkaku, Higa) made it to New York City on the same day to undergo the same training session, it was imperative that all five teams arrive on the same plane. Because Kite's drunken coach, a self-proclaimed lush with a nasty attitude and tendency to push important matters off till the last minute, had booked the wrong (much later) flight from Okinawa to mainland Tokyo, the Higa Chuu tennis club was now running dangerously late to make their Tokyo-NYC flight on time.

Still running as fast as they could, Kite angrily panted, "If we miss our flight, I swear, you all will be dining at my house when we get back,"

Rin suddenly froze mid-run. Oh shit no, he knew what that meant.

Then he remembered that he had to run or he would be the one suffering this agonizing punishment. "H-Hai, buchou!" He nearly yelped, picking up the pace.

It took Kai a moment to register the significance of what Kite had said. First he was going to gladly ask what his mother and father would be serving. Then, one look at Rin's horrified expression and Kai was off sprinting ahead of nearly everyone (aside from Rin, who was the epitome of terrified and running at inhumanly high speeds). "Aah-No Kite, I'm running, buchou! I promise we won't be late!"

Kite's glasses gave off a scarily evil glint as he continued running.

Even Tanishi, large as he was, had intensified his speed as the severity of Kite's threat dawned on him.

Chinen just blinked, blank expression on his face as their group ran at lightening-speed towards the airport security line.

"I rather enjoyed your mother's bitter melon casserole last time we ate at your house."

SEIGAKU, HYOUTEI, RIKKAIDAI, ROKKAKU, HIGA (all teams): Narita Airport complex, Tokyo.
Friday, 6:41 AM.

Everyone was sitting tiredly in the airport waiting area when suddenly an announcement on the loudspeaker jolted them awake.

"Flight A-11 from Narita Airport, Tokyo to LaGuardia Airport, New York, will now be boarding. First-class passengers will be boarding first. Everyone in group A, with a first-class ticket, may begin boarding the airplane. Thank you."

Atobe took out his ticket, ready for himself and his teammates to join the first-class group. Ready to feel the plush leather upholstery on his back and massive amounts of legroom which the luxurious first-class section of the airplane had to offer.

Atobe took a closer look at his ticket and noticed something inhumanely horrible.

"BUSINESS-CLASS?!"

No. This couldn't be right. Atobe was absolutely, completely, one-hundred-percent positive that he had printed out first-class tickets for all of Hyoutei.

He had never flown in the "plebian" area of a plane before. The amounts of legroom and reclining space which second-class offered were atrocious from what he'd heard.

Despite his slightly exasperated expression on the outside, on the inside Atobe was mentally freaking out. What. The. Fuck! I remember this morning looking over my online airplane ticket order. It said seven first-class tickets. No business-class. Just first-class. FIRST CLASS!

Meanwhile,

"What a pleasant surprise. I don't remember us receiving first-class tickets when we printed them out last night." Yukimura said, smiling serenely as if he really knew what was going on, but was pretending that it was all just a happy coincidence.

Niou smirked as he and Yukimura began walking side-by-side with the rest of Rikkaidai to join the first-class passenger line.

Yukimura spoke first, head turning towards the trickster. "Fantastic job, Niou-kun."

"Simple switcharoo, puri. You can thank me with a lap deduction later."

"We'll see to it that you are rewarded. I'm looking forward to our attentive on-flight service and... Luxurious amounts of legroom."

"As am I, puri, as am I."

To be continued...

Oh shit, Atobe just got royally screwed.

Thanks again for the follows! I'd really appreciate reviews if possible, since there's no point in continuing a story if no one's there to read it or improve it each chapter... Haha...

Anyway, ah, I'm a hardcore MomoKai supporter. But InuKai just seemed to lend itself better to this story. So there might be hints of that along the way? Who knows!

Also, I have a few very random Kisarazu headcanons that might come out in later chapters because I really do adore the twinnies.~

Time to assign the seat arrangements! I'm thinking of just putting Niou next to a random stranger who he can screw around with. Kirihara seems like he should be next to a screaming baby. Maybe Momo and Kaidou should sit together, for on-flight rivalry antics? Jirou sitting next to Marui seems like a given. Davi should be sitting directly behind 'Bane, so 'Bane can get all distressed at not being able to kick him. And somehow, some way, their on-flight meal will involve gouya. At least, for the Higa family, it will!