its so childish now

The Plane (Eisuke/Soryu)

This is dedicated to the anon who requested KBTBB angst (ages ago, me sorries!) ! I hope you enjoy!

I was inspired during my flight home yesterday- why on earth I started writing this ON THE PLANE is beyond me. That’s just asking for trouble!


“Must you go?” Your boyfriend glares at you from across the ritzy limo.

“For my sister’s wedding? Yeah I should probably be there.” She can’t help but mock him. He’s been so childish for weeks now over this trip. Like its her fault her sister chose a destination wedding in Hawaii. You hold back a breath before daring to speak your next sentence.

“In fact you should be coming Eisuke!” He dismisses you with a wave of his hand. Ugh! What nerve!

“It’s the hotel’s busiest season, and the upcoming auction.” You huff in disbelief, cross your arms, and instead stare outside.

“Oh don’t be like that.” You feel his large hand caress your cheek. You shrug him off and continue to glare out the tinted limo window.

“Please believe me. I’d much rather have you show me off instead of cooped up here working.” His hand gently grasps your chin, and you allow him to turn your head towards him.

“Eisuke…” You turn your eyes downward to your lap. You want to trust him, you do. But he can be such an egoist ass at times. He rarely shows his romantic sensitive side to you. Unless he can show off a little by spending a small fortune.

“I just wanted my family to finally meet you.” You whisper, but Eisuke is close enough to catch your words.

“Next time I promise.” You feel the limo come to a stop. A quick glance outside reveals you have arrived at the airport. You hurry to collect your purse and carry on while dodging Eisuke’s kiss. Within a moment you have escaped the formidable limo.

“You might not have a next turn Eisuke.” His face darkens but he has no time to react to the threat. You slam the door shut and head off by yourself. Screw him. You were so tired of his high and mighty attitude lately. How hard is it to assign another to take charge for a few days?

Your anger starts to dissipate as you make your way through the airport. His selfish attitude may piss you off at times. But you sure do appreciate the hell out of his private plane. You send a mental thank you to him for insisting you use it for the trip. If he hadn’t you would have been stuck in a crowded commercial flight. With crying babies and grouchy old people, ugh you cringe just thinking about it.


On the return trip back Eisuke snapped at the driver for every little bump and sharp turn. Upon his arrival he barks at the front desk for the marble floors not shining enough. Even the elevator received a scolding for rising so slow.

The other bidders waiting in the penthouse were completely ignored. Eisuke stomps passed them, and continues to do so all the way up to his office. He sinks down in his chair with his hands supporting his head. He peaks out and sees the mess of paperwork covering his desk. A moment later with a swift move they scatter to the floor. Eisuke wants so bad to smash something. Instead he gives himself just a moment to pout. Then he cleans up the papers and begrudgingly starts working. Not wanting to see the others. Not really wanting to be working. Yet definitely not wanting to think of you.

Yet again you’re bitter with him. You always seem bitter with him lately. How many more chances will he get? You come back this time right? Your family won’t persuade you away? It would be so easy. ‘He’s an asshole! He didn’t even show up! Leave him! Come back! Come home!’ He loves you, yes. Of course. But for you is it enough? Will a day come that it won’t be enough?

These thoughts swirl inside Eisuke’s head as he tries to work. To complete something. The distraction isn’t helping at all. He slams his laptop shut and spins around in his chair. A shower. Yes. Maybe that’ll help.


The flight was way too long. And lonely. God you missed Eisuke. Even if he could be an ass at times, at least he would have been someone to talk with. The pilot and copilot were aboard, but they were busy flying the plane and all. There was also the stewardess Eisuke hired to take care of all his whims when he flew. He truly was a helpless child.

The stewardess lingered just long enough to ensure that ‘Eisuke Ichinomiya’s girlfriend’ settled in. With a bottle of  overpriced wine and a bag of Terra Blue potato chips. Who knew that a variety of blue potatoes even existed? Anyway. The stewardess disappeared long ago and has been missing for the past several hours. Not that you needed her around except for maybe a person to rant to. Regardless she didn’t seem at all interested in you. If Eisuke came along that would have been a different story without a doubt. The stewardess’ face dramatically fell upon realizing that only you were flying today. With no hot wealthy young man to flirt over. To flaunt her large breasts that were almost bursting from the tight uniform. The stewardess’ day seemed far less exciting. Hmph. Eisuke and you would for certain have words. Questioning the stewardess’ credibility for one, and her uniform for another.

The flashing fasten seatbelt sign awoke you from your wandering thoughts. The missing stewardess appeared out of nowhere and hurries up to the cockpit. Most likely turbulence. There was at least another hour to go. You are just about to click your seatbelt into place when the copilot rushes up to you.

He is speaking so frantic, you can barely understand. You can’t comprehend. You need more time to think. But there is no more time. One of the engine’s has failed. Eisuke’s expensive over the top plane has a flaw. Now’s not the time for that. He’s saying something about the other engine. And the plane? You can’t keep up with the information. Your mind is in shock. Crashing. The plane is going to crash. Nowhere near land but that doesn’t matter. It’s crashing regardless. In the middle of the ocean. Alone.

“Miss! You must come!” He’s pulling on your elbow. What for? Time’s almost up.

“-the phone Miss! Please, you must call Mr Ichinomiya!” Phone? No point. There’s no service in the middle of the ocean. Besides no one is expecting you. Except for Hades in the underworld…

Ichinomiya…? Eisuke…? Eisuke! Oh my god! How could you have forgotten about Eisuke! Your love’s name drags you out of the terror and shock you were stuck in. You finally understand what the copilot has been trying to get through to you. They have a phone, it could connect you to Eisuke! Oh your poor love, you aren’t ready for this. How could any be ready for such a moment? But there’s no time. The plane is starting its wild descend by now. You allow the copilot to pull you into the somewhat crowded cockpit. There’s no time to pay attention to the others, the pilot and the stewardess. For the emergency phone is thrust into your hands in no time. You dial Eisuke’s cell straight away. Silently thanking the others for one last moment with him. With your love, with their boss. Oh bless them. Any one of them could have been selfish enough to call their own loved ones first.

Ringing. Why is it still ringing? Eisuke! There’s no time. At last it goes to voicemail. You can’t think. The ocean is right in front of you. Out of time. Eisuke! You realize you’re crying, and half hysterical. You keep rambling on the voicemail until the pilot announces every to brace themselves. The copilot forces you to disconnect from your Eisuke. Shoving you outside the cockpit and into the closest seat with a seatbelt. You think its meant for the stewardess. Not like it matters much.

Oh god. Oh god.

*BANG*

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Love is all

How do you love? they asked.

I love with my hands in his hair, untangling his curls.
I love with the way I explain how amazing he is to all of my girls.
I love with my arms around his waist in a passionate embrace.
I love with the way my eyes light up at the sight of his face.
I love with the small little kisses I pepper him with.
I love without thinking that love is a myth.

I love with the small tender notes I make up for him in my head.
I love with the way I say goodnight to him every time I go to bed.
I love in a way that makes every day feel like a brand new start.
I love with the way that I turn him into art.

I love, she says,
I love,
with my whole heart.

Girl With the Meduse Curls (A Conversation)

surroundedbyhosts:

mochafortissimo:

“Girl-with-the-Medusa-curls???…I dunno anyone that’s been called that.  Rory???…I don’t remember ever hearing that name either…but I’m not good at remembering names!  I’m sorry if I forgot you!  I’m kinda forgetful!  But yep, I’m Sochi!  Nice~to~meet~you~Ro~ry!”

“No problem. That’s an interesting name, you’re not from around here are you? You look nervous. You don’t have to worry, I only bite people I’ve known longer then a day.”

“Noooooooo I’m not!  I was born in India.  My mata and pita and I moved here when I was 11.”

“I look nervous?  People say that to me a lot.  Maybe there’s just something wrong with my face? ……youre not really gonna bite me tomorrow right?”