Author's Notes: The second chapter!  Weeee!  I was encouraged to continue by the first person to review my fanfics - Anna Li (Thanks so much for the kind words, girl).  I'm experimenting with how to write this so...bare with me.   Review, onegai?  You'd make me very happy...^.^

"...Me revoici

Cherchant ton visage

Et je realize

Que je devrais en chercher une autre

C'Etait toi..."

 - Billy Joel, "C'Etait Toi"

[Gackt's POV]

We landed without much incident.  I managed to keep my anger from boiling over, maintaining it at a low simmer...luckily.  After all, their intentions were good and for that I love them.  It's been so long since...since...I don't know.  Since I had a vacation?  No...  Since I've talked to her?  No...  Seen her?  Perhaps.

A murmur.  I turn and look beside me as You stirs.  He unfolds himself - quite literally - and sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.  He blinks up at me.  "Are we there yet?"

I smile.  "We just landed."

"Oh, good."  He yawns and stretches, his shoulders popping.

"You do realize that you probably won't sleep tonight, ne?"  From my position I glance up at Chacha who smiles devilishly behind my Oniichan. 

"Aw well..."

I sigh.  You asked for it You...don't expect me to dig you out of this one.  Staring out my window, I see the docking bay and other planes approaching and departing.  It's not much different from other airports I've been in - and I've been in MANY airports - but for some reason, I'm actually excited.  I'm going to see...her.

The sky is dark and the landscape of metal and aluminum is gray.  Buckets upon buckets of rain are drenching my field of vision.  Silver rivulets cascade down my windowpane.  I love stars but storms are possibly just as beautiful - the raw power of nature at its finest. 

From inside the friendly confines of the first class cabin I see lightning.  I count and barely make it to one-thousand-three before thunder rolls.  I pause to wonder if the confines of the interior are really as friendly as I first believed.  I haven't heard any recent stories of planes being struck by lightning, least of all when landed, but it does make me wonder, even worry, if only for a second.

"Il fait beau..."  I smile at the irony.

"Nani?"

I start, realizing whose company I am still in.  I turn to You who looks at me, questioning.  "It's nothing..." I stammer.  His brows furrow and he begins to respond but the loudspeaker cuts him off, stating our arrival.  Perfect timing.

"Finally..." I hear Ren groan as he unbuckles and stretches.

The hubbub of people freeing themselves, their children, and unloading their carry-ons comes to me as I look out the window to the terminal, searching for her face.  The rain continues to pour from the sky, pattering on my window and the asphalt below the plane. 

"Il fait beau indeed..."

*****

[Laurette's POV]

I stand impatiently at the gate, waiting his - no, their - arrival.  Part of me can't wait any longer and is ready to run past the guard and meet him on the bridge.  I smile, biting back my laughter as I imagine myself running, leaping, and tackling him to the floor like one of those rabid fangirls to cover him with kisses.

The other part is hesitant, almost frightened, to see him again.  My smile quickly fades.  Why do I feel this way?  Nothing's changed between us...at least, I don't think so...Perhaps it's me who has changed.  I bite my lip.

My sudden swings in mood do not go unnoticed.

"You ARE alright, n'est-ce pas?"

I sigh.  Figures.  I turn to Adrienne to answer but come up short.  She smiles at me, the action itself a total mockery.  She's trying to get me to back down.  I can tell.  After you've worked beside people like this for so long, you begin to recognize when they're being sincere and when they're lying through they're perfect teeth.  This instance, she was applying the latter.

"Yes, I'm fine.  Why wouldn't I be?  I'm just thinking, that's all..."

"Thinking, huh?  Well, you better think faster - they've released the passengers."

Suddenly, I can feel my body tense in response to those words.  A childish anxiety takes over me and I clasp my hands to my chest in anticipation, as a schoolgirl on her first date.  I strain my neck to look over the crowd, scanning the sea of people for him.

There.  Among the alien, twisting bodies, I see him.  He drifts among the crowd towards me, his habitual tinted shades resting upon the bridge of his nose, his pouting lips parted ever so slightly.  His eyes are searching and soon find my own.  I shiver, the amber glass my only protection from his seductive gaze.

From my position in the mob, I watch his step hasten, confident, towards me.  Worrisome thoughts run through my head - What will I say to him?  What will he say back?  Will he wrap his arms around me and kiss me?  Will I kiss him back?  Will it feel right...just like always...? - but before I can find answers, he's standing before me.

In soulful unison, we throw out our arms and cling to each other.  Mine encircle his neck as I bury my eyes in his shoulder.  I feel his arms wrap around me, a hand comes up to tousle my brown hair.  For a few moments everything disappears - the pulsating bodies jostling us, the low roar of strange voices and random conversations, the unfamiliar eyes that stare at us, a random camera flash of a tourist...It all swirls into a blurred, beautiful reality, spinning in dizzying ellipses around my beloved Gaku and I...