HOMGosh guys, I'm so sorry I left you. You can flame me/hate me/not reply/not read this as you please. It's sort of short, but I thought I ought to give you at least SOMETHING. Uhm. Yeah.

Disclaimer: Do I even need to do this? I don't own anything except my characters, and this idea. I'm still hoping that they will take my bid of 1 cent though...

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The flight was as uneventful as it possibly could be, what with all of that confusion and excitement so early on. The brothers supposedly 'switched' clothes, Keiichiro hopefully leaving back for Beyblade Corp. and Makoto staying to serve on the plane. No one was exactly sure if that actually happened, and throughout the flight the teens attempted to figure out if it really was Makoto who was with them, or if it was Keiichiro with his scarily good acting skills. The man had proven to be so good at imitating his older brother that the teens were almost convinced that he actually was Makoto, even though they had previous knowledge he was Keiichiro. At least, they hoped he was. A theory was formulated by Kyouju that perhaps the names were really nothing more than characters that the men went between as they pleased. As cool as that may have been if it was true, it was so unbelievable that the thought was quickly nixed.

Time was passed contemplating the differences between the brothers (the teens assumed they were twins, but didn't ask), singing as many versions of the same camp song as humanly possible (including in different languages), driving certain female flight attendants up the wall (with "Makoto's" help of course), and (surprisingly) sleeping. The morning run around had taken its toll on the teens, having been the earliest they'd ever gotten up. Sure, training had demanded early wake up calls, but that had been around a half decent time when normal people might actually get up. At least, the teens willed themselves to think that. It was really the only thing that kept them sane as they steeled themselves for another gruelling day.

Naptime was abruptly interrupted by the plane touching down at the Hong Kong airport, that and the fact that Takao had been so desperately hungry that he had taken to chewing on people's heads. Rei had the misfortune of waking up with the Japanese teen chomping on the end of his ponytail, something that was sure to leave split ends and bits of unidentifiable matter. Needless to say, Takao was not in the upright position as the plane was about to land, nor was Rei. Both teens went careening into the seats ahead of them, which were luckily empty due to people having the sense to evacuate the area. Between Rei's cussing in Mandarin and Takao's whining in Japanese, the teens managed to figure out some of what was going on. Makoto was making announcements over the PA system of the plane, switching adeptly from Japanese to English, then letting another male flight attendant take care of the Mandarin. Kai didn't seem all that concerned with knowing where they were, since even as Terry attempted to translate their current location and other interesting tidbits ("Please don't forget to smile as you leave!" Makoto's enthusiastic voice urged the passengers over the PA) the Russian teen simply brushed him off in order to begin scouring the luggage holds.

None of the teens were able to locate their backpacks and small luggage, and none of them thought to ask the one boy who had stayed back. Therefore, Yuuji simply sat with a self-satisfied smirk resting upon his lips as he watched the other teens attempt to figure out where everything was. Apparently either Makoto was an expert at hiding things, or the teens were blind and unable to find things themselves. By the way that they passed over the most obvious place to put things, it seemed that it was the latter. Makoto eventually showed up after finishing his announcements, watching in utter amusement as Takao attempted to naw his way through the lock on the largest overhead compartment, before deciding to actually make himself useful by making witty remarks.

"Seriously kiddos, we'll be taking off again before you're even halfway out the plane" the man snickered, watching as even the seemingly-sensible Rei took to banging frustratedly on another compartment. After a couple more seconds of cussing and dagger glaring (mostly on a certain Russian teen's part) Makoto gave in and decided he'd have to produce the keys. It was the kind of magic trick that you expected from your grandfather, or even worse, your younger brother who begged your grandfather to learn the super secret grandpa trick. Oh yes. It was the 'I am now magically producing -insert random object here- from your ear/nose/any other facial orafice that might suffice' trick. And the subject of this magical grandpa gimmick was someone who was not entirely willing to gaze in wonder at the object produced.

You guessed it.

Kai.

God only knows what made the translator/flight attendant decide to choose Kai as his 'assistant', but things did go surprisingly well until Makoto actually leaned in closer to produce the keys.

That was when things went to Hell.

"Don't touch me... you pervert" The last part was tacked on almost as if the mere mention of the word might stop the man in motion. It didn't.

"I'm sorry, I don't speak Russian." Makoto stated sweetly, ignoring Terry's play-by-play translation, before leaning in a little closer to spite the slate-haired youth. His hand was outstretched, ready to pull the keys from the thin air surrounding Kai's ear, before the teen lashed out.

"I. Said. Don't. Touch. Me." Every word was ground through clenched teeth, and his grip on the older man's arm tightened by a startling amount. There was almost disbelief in the air when the surrounding teens didn't hear a bone snap.

"Well, this doesn't require touching. I promise." There was an almost chilling tone to the man's otherwise friendly voice, as he looked pointedly at the contact being made by the Russian teen. Kai took the hint, and let go. Allowing himself a small smile, Makoto reached the rest of the way over, searched behind the unwilling teen's ear, and produced the keys with the kind of flourish that would have been cheesy had he not pulled it off so well. "See? No touching." He said that more matter-of-factly than anything, and smugly gave the keys a shake as if that were proof enough. This did not impress Kai. It did, however, thoroughly impress two teammates of his.

"Ohmygosh, Gee-chan does that all the time, but I never figured out how! I thought it was an old man thing!" Takao exclaimed loudly, obviously oblivious to the tension in the cabin, or cleverly trying to lift it. Either way, it worked. Makoto broke out into the kind of award-winning grin that would probably have sold millions of Crest toothpastes within seconds of exposure, or at least made anyone near enough to it smile too. Unless they were an alien, which Kai obviously was.

"Takao, that's insulting! Mr. Makimoto is too young to be old!" Max blurted, before realizing how stupid he sounded. God, what was with him and saying stupid things today? Perhaps all of those pillows to the head were finally taking their toll... Terry obviously had had the same thought at the exact same moment, because the blue haired youth insantly broke out into a giggle fit of epic proportions.

"Call me Makoto, please. Mister makes me feel old." The flight attendant grinned. "You can call my more 'official' brother Mr. Makimoto. It'll make him feel special." He looked so sincere as he said the latter comment that even Trent lost his composure. It was quickly becoming clear that Makoto was not into the concept of growing up, and even though he was a complete clone of his brother (or vice versa, one couldn't be too sure of these things) he seemed almost to be in his late teens at most, compared to Keiichiro, who gave the impression of someone just under thirty. When he wasn't immitating his older brother, that is. "Catch!" the man called, and he lobbed his keys in the general direction of Rei. This confused the teens, as they were quite certain the luggage compartments were not going to open without the proper unlocking device. AKA, the keys that had just been thrown to one of their own. Rei considered that he might have to open the offending dungeon guard himself, however Makoto held up a hand dramatically before motioning towards the compartment. "Now, watch." With all the eyes of the teens on him, he carefully pulled the handle of the offending baggage holder over to the side, before lifting it up. Almost immediately, there was much groaning and slapping of hands to foreheads, as the entire group noticed a sign located above the handle, neatly illustrated in red. Even language barriers would not be an excuse this time.

"Tah-DAH!" Makoto relayed enthusiastically, even inserting jazz hands for the benefit of all in attendance. "Your luggage, sirs." He grinned before bouncing off to go 'help' Ayumi unload the rest of the passengers still on the plane, effectively running away from six very stunned teenagers. The seventh was silently in stitches on a chair just out of arms' reach of the other boys. He had chosen his spot wisely, since they all turned on him within seconds of Makoto's get away.

"YUUJI!" The cry was loud enough to be heard on the other side of the plane, and caused many passengers distress as they unloaded themselves. Makoto's cheerful assurance that only the person by that name was going to be brutally murdered somehow didn't manage to assuage their fears. The mentioned teen was already making his break for it, with the others close on his heels. He allowed himself a pause when he came to Makoto, rapidly exchanging a couple words with the man, which caused a wicked smirk to briefly cross the flight attendant's face. With that, Yuuji melted into the crowd, his formal attire neatly blending him in with the dozens of businessmen crowding the terminal. Takao swore loudly when he reached the plane's exit, his eyes scanning the crowd with an almost savage hunger. Many of the remaining passengers took a few steps away, sensing immediate danger, and fearing for their lives.

"Just out of interest, how much do you dislike this Yuuji fellow?" Makoto asked, eyeing the riled up mob infront of him with necessary caution.

"An impossibly immesurable amount." Max replied, his face as serious as it could be. Makoto nodded in an almost knowing manner.

"Dear oh dear oh dear. And he seemed like such a nice boy." He tutted lightly, before holding out his hand expectantly. The teens all gave him a blank look. Raising an eyebrow, he reached out further towards the teens and held his hand palm up, motioning for something. After a few more seconds of blank looks, he sighed in defeat. "I'd like my keys back, please." It almost sounded like some sort of arduous task to actual word his want, however he managed to with only slight exhaustion.

"I actually think that you owe us your keys, since you cheated us with them." Rei said, one hand on his hip, the other dangling Makoto's keys. The man looked taken-aback by this comment.

"And here I thought you were a nice boy, too. I must be losing my touch." His mock surprise was soon replaced with the kind of suspicious smile someone gives you when they know something you don't know. "You're welcome to keep them if you like." The innocence in his voice had some of the female passengers swooning.

"O... kay... I will then..." Rei's unsure tone only succeeded in making Makoto look even more cheerfully suspicious, and as the teens exited the plane lugging their baggage behind them, they looked back to see that Makoto was waving them on, smiling all the while.

"Well, if that wasn't the wierdest thing that's ever happened to me, I really don't know what is." Max put in, still periodically checking over his shoulder to see what was happening, and if the man was going to flying tackle them from behind or something. Evidently, he was not, since his attention was swiftly turned from the leaving teenagers to a very pretty young lady who seemed to be having trouble getting her baggage through the aisle. Ayumi seemed to be fuming off to the side.

"You know, those two argue like a married couple." Rei laughed, watching as Makoto gave the young lady more attention that she really needed, obviously exagerating his enjoyment of her company to spite his co-worker. At this, Trent snickered.

"More like a mom and her stubborn child." He said in an off hand manner, moving his gaze from the door of the plane to the maze of people ahead of them.

"But he's not married, is he?" Max asked, anxiously still looking backwards every-so-often, worried that perhaps Makoto was planning on calling them thieves later on when his brother was present. "I didn't see any ring on his finger." Rei looked thoughtful for a moment, before shrugging.

"He seems too immature to even consider commitment. I bet it's not even a word in his vocabulary." The Chinese teen finished saying this before a devilish grin took over his features. "Why are you asking, are you considering proposing or something?" He dodged an attempt at his life, before hurrying ahead, glad of the crowd.

"You better watch your back!" Max growled, shaking his fist in the stereotypical gypped-villian manner. He was just about to carry out his threat, before he noticed a man standing off to the side of the atrium that the teens had entered. "Oy, look over there!" he called, motioning for the rest of the group to notice the man lofting a sign with bright words scrawled all over it. Each language had it's own colour, and they were slapped hap-hazardly against one another in a jumble of multi-cultural mush. Each of the teens managed to make out their names from the rainbow of pen scrawl, and decided that they may as well head over.

As they neared, they noticed another teenager making his way across the floor, smoothly slipping his way through the crowd, though he was headed against it. In one hand, he held two coffee cups stacked on top of each other, in the other, a bag that clearly held baked confectionaries of some sort. When he reached the sign man, he offered a cup and produced a doughnut from the bag, propping the discarded sign on the wall.

"There you are!" the least liked teenager called, waving generously at the approaching team. "I had a couple minutes to spare, and figured that running some errands wouldn't hurt. Would you like some?" The question was directed at Max, who vigorously shook his head no. The teen shrugged. "Your loss." he mouthed, before biting into the doughnut and chewing thoughtfully. "Oh yes, and this is our chauffeur." The comment was almost added on as an after thought, as he motioned to the official man standing next to him. The man smiled appreciatively, sipping at his coffee and taking a few nibbles out of his doughnut.

"Yuuji?" Trent inquired, keeping his gaze even as he locked eyes with the other teen.

"Hmm?"

"What are you plotting with our good friend the flight attendant?"

"Nothing really. Why would you ask?" There is always most definately something up when someone answers like that. Especially if that someone happens to be Yuuji.

"What were you saying as you left then?" Trent's suspicion was quickly becoming clear, as he let a firm frown etch it's way into his lips.

"I said "I'll get you for this."" Yuuji's matter-of-fact tone neatly made him seem more credible than he actually should have been.

"And he replied?"

"I'm counting on it."

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Oh dear. What is Yuuji up to? More importantly, what is Makoto up to? Anyhow, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE either tell me in a reply, or vote on the nifty little poll I've set up on my bio page (which doesn't require replying at all), or message me or SOMETHING which five OCs you want in a thanks picture. If you really want to know what's going on with my life you can keep tabs on me by checking out the journal on my deviant art page, the link for which can also be found on my bio page. As always, constructive critisizm is most definately welcomed, I'm constantly looking to improve!