Luka.

My ears pop. The flight attendant walking past nearly falls, and with a soft cry, she grabs my seat's headrest. I turn to look at her and smile.

"Would you like something?" She asks.

Nothing you can give me.

"Some water, thanks," I shrug. She nods and continues down the aisle. I shuffle in my seat, closing my eyes, settling my figure in against the seat cushions. The male next to me stares at his phone intently, swiping his finger across flying pieces of fruit.

"You need to grow up," I say to him. Underneath his purple hair, I can see his eyes shine with the screen's reflection as they flicker over to me.

"And you need to grow out."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I watch as he puts the phone in his lap and tugs at his turquoise tie.

"It means, you distracted me," he says before looking over to male next to him, Miku's husband. "And that you need to move on," this part comes out as a whisper.

I lean forwards to get a glimpse of Kaito, slouched in his seat. His eyes are closed and his chest gently heaves.

"He's asleep," I say.

"So what?"

"So...he can't hear me," I poke the man's cheek and he scowls momentarily. "Keep your opinions to yourself, Kamui."

"How long are you going to be all hurt and mopey over this, Luka?" Kamui Gakupo straightens in his seat, no longer slouched. He's easily two heads taller than me. His hair is longer than mine, too. "I'm saying this as a colleague, as...as a coworker."

I roll my eyes. "You're not..."

"You're just hurting yourself," he cuts me off. "Stop it."

I swallow my spit. He's staring right into my eyes and I can't take it, so I quickly turn away.

"I'm trying," I whisper to myself.

Miku.

"You need to drink some of this."

The girl gestures to the small beige porcelain cup in front of me. The liquid is a slight green and smells...interesting. I look up at her, sitting on the sofa across from me.

"It looks gross," I say.

"It's green tea," she crosses her arms and leans back, running a hand through her hair before glancing towards the wall clock to her right.

"Are you worried, Gumi?" I ask.

"Huh?" Her jade eyes widen and meet mine. "W-What?"

I rub the pad of my thumb against the cup's handle. It's not hot at all, unlike the steaming liquid inside the cup. "About your husband. Are you worried? It's nearly nine and he's not here yet."

"W-Well..." She looks down. Her stomach is curved outwards. Seven months in, I think to myself.

"Well what?"

"He's usually here by eight, and he's not picking up his phone," she closes her eyes and sighs. "Isn't it natural to worry?"

I pick up the cup and bring it to my lips. "It is," I murmur, my gaze flicking from her over to the contents of the cup. After sucking in a breath, I gulp down some of the tea, grimacing as I swallow.

"You're worried about yours, too, hmm?" She giggles softly as I wipe my mouth and scowl at the taste.

"I don't see what's so good about this stuff," I push the cup towards her side of the table. "And yeah, I am. Something wrong with that?"

She shakes her head. "No, of course not. That's just what we agreed to, right? A moment ago?"

"Right, right," I sigh and close my eyes. She gently begins lifting herself out of her seat when I open my eyes and say, "No, no, it's fine. Don't get up. I'll put the cup away."

"You sure?"

I nod. "It's getting late, too."

"You can stay the night, you know," she smiles sweetly. "Stay in the living room, maybe?"

"No, it's fine," I say.

"Well...how about you wait a bit? When he gets home, I'll tell him to drop you off, how's that sound?"

"It's fine," I repeat, getting up and taking the green tea with me. "Should I pour this down the sink?"

Luka.

Passengers, we will commence the landing sequence shortly. Please return to your seats, stow away your belongings and trays, return seats to an upright position and fasten your seat-belts. Thank you for flying with us.

I scramble over to my seat and plop down, turning to look at Kamui, who's groaning in his seat.

"Damn airline food..." He cups a hand over his mouth. The rest of him looks exhausted and disheveled, completely unlike his earlier self, when we had gotten on the plane.

"We're landing," I say. "Fasten your seatbelt."

"Urgh..." he struggles with his belt and reaches into the pocket in front of his seat, grabbing an airsickness bag. I cup a hand over my nose and turn away.

"Don't, please don't."

He gags momentarily and I groan, gesturing to a flight attendant to hurry over.

"A glass of water, please," I point to Gakupo and she nods. The man's eyes flicker to the attendant just as he starts to retch and immediately, the lady's off.

"Quiet down!" I hiss, wrinkling my nose and looking past him, at the empty seat where Miku's husband is supposed to be.

Kaito.

The plane shudders. I fall forwards, my hands locking onto the small counter just before my head connects with the mirror. I groan softly and meet the eyes of my reflection. He looks so fucking exhausted. I scowl and grab the taps, cranking them till the water gushes out.

Slowly, I spread my legs, giving myself some stability. I look at myself in the mirror again and rake a hand through my hair. The words of the attendant on the speaker pass over me like a heavy, barely comprehensible mess of tangled sound waves.

...upright position and fasten your seat-belts. Thank you for flying with us...

There's a knock on the door. I splash the lukewarm water onto my face and shiver. The moisture feels so good.

"Sir, we're landing," a muffled voice says on the other side of the door. I don't reply and instead run a hand of wet fingers through my hair. I wash my face a couple more times before walking out.

I work my way down the aisle, not entirely sure of where I'm heading but knowing that I'm probably heading in the right direction. I see Gakupo with his head down, retching into a white paper bag, and Luka turned away with a cloth over her nose. She catches sight of me and we lock gazes momentarily before I tug at my shirt collar and get into my seat, inched away from the purple-haired man.

"You okay?" I ask him, just to show that I care. He nods amidst the bobbing of his head as he gags and throws up.

The plane begins to tilt downwards and I grip the handlebars, leaning back and closing my eyes.

This chapter had too many POV switches, eh? T_T

And this is my first time trying out Kaito in this story...I need to get used to him because very soon, there'll be a super significant scene that I'll have to write in his POV, so...yeah. Any thoughts on his POV? I'd give myself...a 6/10 for this chapter. That's not bad! ^^; Right? It's "adequate." ^^ Eheheheheh....
ALSO!!! I purposely didn't mention the name of Gumi's husband. Thought I'd let you guys offer your guesses first.