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"Ok, so it was just some
turbulence..."
Miyavi sat back down and played
with his computer, he was looking at pictures of himself trying
to decide which side he looked best on. He sat contemplating as
the stewardess approached with her tray of food, he looked up, a
bit angry at the disturbance, when he saw a head a few seats up
and to the right of him. It had to be a foreigner, because all
Japanese were so small. No wonder Miyavi always looked down on
people...
“Hehe”, he laughed at his own
joke, when he heard the person saying he wouldn’t have any,
since he didn't like eating on his own, especially noodles with
seafood taste, he hated seafood.
Miyavi liked this man, he was
certain it was a man, because of the height, but then again he
had been wrong before. Then the strange man apologized to the
stewardess and explained that since he hadn't preordered a
special type of food, he could TAKE the food from her, and eat
it with a happy face.
Miyavi laughed in his chair.
People were so weird. The turbulence hit again and the poor man
squealed, and threw his hands in front of his face. The bowl of
noodles hit the poor stewardess and Miyavi couldn't help himself
but to laugh, he laughed so hard he thought his stomach would
fall out. The tall man totally freaked out and started sobbing;
“we are all going to die”. As the ‘please fasten your seatbelt’
sign turned on, no one could hear themselves think over the
man’s reaction. Miyavi giggled to himself, thinking this was too
funny; he had to wake the person sleeping next to him, pointing
towards the poor soul...
Eventually Miyavi took pity in
him and walked over. Hah, he was even right, it was a man. He
asked his side mate to trade places with him and that person ran
over to Miyavi’s seat. Miyavi sat down and patted his shoulder.
The man sobbed on top of Myv, saying they were all going to die.
Miyavi asked the man’s name. In
return he got two teary big brown eyes. Miyavis heart beat a
little faster, but that was just the turbulence.
"Yumehito"
"What?" ‘Dream what, I have
never dreamt of this one before, now have I?.....Oh, wait, maybe
he dreamt of me...’ Miyavi just looked at him, kinda dumb.
So he got a fuller answer by the guy, he had also almost quit
sobbing.
"Yumehito desu" He bowed, but
didn't get up, so his head was sort of between Miyavi’s legs.
Miyavi turned red, because he had been so stupid, yeah, that was
it. Must have been because he had been reading about himself all
night at some community for foreign fans.
Miyavi decided he was just going
to pretend the now even more terrified person was not there and
leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. After all, what he
did in his sleep was not his fault. Just after that he
remembered he hadn't introduced himself, but Yumehito must know
who Miyavi was, surely? Maybe not. Since he was still crying in
Miyavi’s lap. But how could he introduce himself if he was
supposed to be asleep. Gwah, bad plan. Miyavi put his hand on
Yumehito’s back.
‘Wait’ he said to himself,
Yumehito hasn't yet straightened up, he doesn't know I pretended
to be asleep. He coughed, “I am MIYAVI” he said with his best TV
voice, but no reaction. HEY. This guy didn't know who he
was...
Maybe if he tickled him? But no,
this guy might do something weird, and Miyavi wanted children
some day...
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