::Jyou::

I wasn't sure if I was still panicking, or if it was the smoke in the air, but I couldn't breathe.

Full-out wheezing, gasping, coughing, choking, watery eyes... the whole shebang. I vaguely recall someone slapping me on the back as I fought for my life, and I tried to tell them that, really - it wasn't helping.

All I got out was more coughing.

It was just supposed to be a plane trip back home. A simple, one-way flight back to my small-yet-homely apartment, where I planned on making myself a nice cup of tea while I read the evening paper.

As the smoke cleared from my eyes and I viewed the plane wreck before me, I realized that my vision was toast.

::Mimi::

The funny thing is that I preferred flying to anything else. I would gladly jump on a plane and jet around the world. And that's what I was doing, going on another trip. Just to let go of all my emotional and guy-induced stress.

Sitting in first class was about the smartest thing to do. It was mostly empty but that was fine. I could sip my champagne and watch romance movies on my laptop in peace.

I smiled at a blue haired man before shutting my eyes to sleep.

And then there was pain. My neck snapped forward and then hit the back of the seat over and over. I heard screaming, scared screams... but it's not real.

I'm only dreaming... I'm dreaming...

I have to be...

BECAUSE I'M TOO YOUNG AND HOT TO DIE!

::Hikari::

I felt cold water hitting my face rather violently, but I didn't have the strength to move.
What was going on? What had happened? Why was I here? How did I get here in the first place?

As I racked my brain for answers I remembered the plane. Sitting there, listening to my iPod trying to ignore my brother Taichi snoring soundly beside me. Then there was a giant lurch forward and I knew instantly that we were going down. I remembered hearing everyone screaming, I remembered trying to scream, but my voice had been stuck in my throat. It was terrifying, but then everything went dark.

I opened my eyes, discovering now that I had just enough strength to push myself up.
I looked around to see the plane about a mile away, with quite a few people surrounding it, but... there were more people than that on the plane before the crash. Then it hit me. I couldn't see my brother.

"Taichi!"

::Koushirou::

The last thing I remembered thinking before I blacked out was that I never even wanted to go on this trip in the first place.

My eyes flew open and I felt nothing for a full minute before a sharp, almost unbearable pain ran up my thigh, causing me to cry out in pain. Memories flooded back to me - the plane; I had been typing away at my laptop when the unthinkable happened. I remembered that the girl next to me had been screaming really loudly and grabbing my hand until suddenly, everything broke apart...

The pain was getting worse. Hardly daring to, I gazed down slowly at my legs... and blanched.

My right leg was twisted in a revoltingly awkward manner and lying in a pool of blood.

I think that was about when I blacked out for a second time.

::Takeru::

Where am I?

I open my eyes weakly to stare up at a bright blue sky, a normally comforting sight I'm sure, but not when I feel like complete shit and people are screaming around me. My neck hurts but I force myself to look around; I can see smoking remains of a plane, a girl searching for someone named 'Taichi', and a bunch of people running around.

How did this happen?

I try to stand up, but the second I do my side is screams in pain. I drop back down and examine myself; there's a branch sticking into my side and blood from the wound is staining my shirt.

Shit. Think. Shit. Think.

I shout out, "I need a doctor! Is anyone here a doctor!"

But, of course, no one can hear me over the din.

I try to think of what to do but come up with a blank. So to get my mind off the pain, I try to think about how I got into this mess in the first place.

I can't remember.

I try to recall what I do for work.

Nothing.

I sit there for what feels like forever trying to remember something, anything about myself, but I can only come up with the name Takeru. I think that's my name because it feels right to me somehow. But that's all I remember.

I'm amnesic.

Taichi

I should have flat out told my sister not to come along. I would have only been gone for a week. I tried to point out that I'd merely be taking a look at the new campus. The university was closed this time of year, and not much would be happening there. I could tell she had been disappointed having spent her vacation just to tag along with me, but she tried to hide it behind her cheery smile.

Sometimes I feel like I just can't deny her anything. I was glad we were finally going home so I could finally stop feeling guilty about dragging her out just so she could see where her big ole' brother would be living for the next few years. Even the flight bored her, I was sure. She paid no attention to the in-flight movie and dazed off as she listened to her iPod.

I decided to get some sleep. It had been a long week and I was determined to make this flight seem as short as possible.

Sadly, I wasn't able to rest long. The sudden urge to visit the lavatory overcame me. I stirred, rubbing my tired eyes as I got to my feet. Hikari didn't even notice me leaving.

I stumbled as I walked towards the bathroom. There was too much turbulence that I couldn't even walk straight. I tried pulling the door open but found it to be locked and occupied. I frowned, and considered banging on the door to let the person inside know it was an emergency. Just as I raised my knuckles I noticed this to be the female bathroom instead.

I flushed sheepishly and turned around, entering the male one with no troubles. Damn, I was really tired. I locked the door behind me and moved towards the toilet seat.

As I was about to leave I noticed something strange. The toilet paper roll was shaking. The paper towels toppled towards the floor from atop the counter. The toilet seat itself began rumbling below me.

What the heck was going on? Suddenly there was a jolt, and I felt myself being pushed forwards. I grabbed hold of the counter with a hand and steadied myself to avoid falling on my face. My eyes snapped open. Everything in the bathroom was moving. I shouted the first thing that came to my sleep deprived mind, "EARTHQUAKE!!!"

In the back of my thoughts I knew there was something slightly off with my proclamation... but I couldn't quite place what that something was.

My legs gave away and I felt my breath leaving me and barely fought against the sensation of blacking out. At last everything finally came to a halt with a loud crash. I considered myself lucky to be alive. The pilot must have done the best he could in landing the plane. I hoped that others shared my condition.

I scrambled up to my legs, putting a hand against the counter to help support myself. I tried pulling on the doorway, and found that it wouldn't budge.

My eyes widened in panic, and I began banging against the sealed shut door as I shouted for help. I could only hope that there were other survivors, and that they would be able to hear me.

Hikari... please be alright.

Sora

Great. Not only am I stranded in the middle of nowhere, it looks like I've been thrown halfway across...across...whatever this forsaken place is. It's a miracle I'm not hurt, but it looks like I've been stripped of everything except my shoes. I frown. Even my socks are gone.

Ignoring my brain's need to explain the phenomenem, I run through the list of things I should do. Clothing. Food. Shelter.

Clothing was easily taken care of. An abandoned suitcase lay near me, and I fish out a black trench coat. I shake my head. Don't people pack anything else? But apart from the trench coat and a few decks of Uno cards, the suitcase was empty. I shrug on the trench coat and move onto my second order of business. Food.

As I pick up a baseball bat (also conveniently lying there) so that I could hunt, I reflect on how my boring life suddenly took a turn for the better. I grin, licking my lips. This is going to be fun.

(Yes, I couldn't resist the trench coat)

::Jyou::

I couldn't panic. No time to panic now. Panic later.

It was a bloody miracle that I'd found my medical supplies lying beside me in the sand, otherwise these banged-up patients would probably be dead right now. There were a few of them - one had a tree embedded in his side, another a very broken leg... Glancing around, I tried counting how many survivors there were, but my mind blanked when I realized that there were less than ten.

Less than ten that had gotten out of the wreck safely. We would most likely have to go back and search the plane for supplies, and other survivors.

But I couldn't think about that now. I had work to do.

::Mimi::

I'm not dead. I'm not. I'm lying on beach, sipping Mimosas, and watching the hot surfers fall into the water. Really I am. I was.

And then I wasn't. It was like someone turned on the lights in my head and my entire body was engulfed in blinding pain. It radiated through me, never leaving but causing even the tips of my fingers to spasm. I tried to figure out where it was coming from, there had to be one singular point in my body where the pain was focused, but there was none. It was everywhere, all at once.

I blinked through the pain, looking for the reason why I felt like this. Something happened, something I don't remember. My eyes went to the window and I saw a beach, why was there a beach outside my window? I looked to my left where the blue haired man had sat... he was gone, and so was that wall of the plane.

Ohmigod, we crashed! I wasn't dreaming!

My mind went into over drive, flicking through all the questions of survival while I desperately tried to stay awake when really I just wanted to close my eyes.

What if I was the only one to survive? I couldn't survive middle class life, how the hell was I supposed to deal here?! There had to be more people! This was a damn airplane that transported at least 200 people everyday! The pilot must have radioed for help! I mean that's what they do in situations like this, right? Mayday!!! or SOS!!! Or something! They must have said it! They had to have said it.

I glanced back... there was no back. The other half of the plane was missing. The waves broke on the sand behind me, it was such a pretty sight, the last one I'd ever see...

"No!" I was reprimanding myself for thinking like that but I didn't even have the energy to scream. Then the sparks caught my eye. The wires that had been severed where flashing, sending tiny lightning bolts at the ground. I watch the biggest one land on a seat, one were an armless man's body lay. It caught fire.

I could feel my breath catch and my eyes widen. That poor man... I need to get out of here. When I tried to force myself to stand, to run away from my death, I couldn't. The reason I was in so much pain, the reason I couldn't stand... the seat belt was locked in place, and was digging into my skin. I was stuck and the flames were coming closer.

"Help me! Somebody!! PLEASE!!!"

::Takeru::

The good doctor patched me up pretty quickly; the branch hadn't penetrated that deeply into me, unlike I had previously thought, and had gotten patched up by that Jyou guy moved onto a red haired man who's legs looked pretty twisted up.

I force myself to stand, despite the pain, and decide to walk towards the plane; their could be luggage around it, and if I could find whatever I had brought on the plane with me, I might be able to trigger my memories. As I get closer, I hear a woman screaming.

There were sparks of flames coming from inside the plane and a beautiful woman was trapped inside; she was trying to get the seatbelt off but it was firmly in place. Before I could think of a better idea, I find myself breaking into a run (ignoring the white hot pain that lances up my side as I move) and without breaking stride borde the reamainder of the plane.

The woman calms down somewhat when she sees me but still looks panic stricken. I glance towards the source of the fire but don't dwell on it considering I have nothing to put it out with. So I brush the woman's hands away from the seatbelt, and tug at it.

It won't budge.

I give it more strength.

It still won't move.

The woman is panicing again, screaming for help, and I grit my teeth. I am not going to fail at this! With a groan, I put my whole strenght into tearing the seatbelt off and...

It comes off.

The woman doesn't notice at first, but I grab her arm and pull her along with me. As I pick up stride, she finally snaps back to reality and picks up speed until we're practically running side by side. We clear the inside of the plane by a few feet but it isn't far enough.

The sparks have grown into a full blazed fire and the other survivors start screaming around us when they notice. It looks like it'll blow so I take off into a flying leap pulling the woman under me.

We hit the ground, me on top of her, when the plane blows. She's safe and I move slightly so my body is sheilding her more effectively when I feel sharpnel hitting my back.

I scream in pain but don't change positions. Great. As if the pain in my side wasn't enough I have some bits of plane stuck into my back.

I have got to quit the heroics game while I'm ahead.

::Koushirou::

I finally came around - unfortunately, in my opinion, because the pain in my leg was worse than ever.

A resounding boom brought me out of my wooziness and back into reality. I turned my head slightly and saw that the plane had exploded in flames. I can only hope that there were no survivors inside when that happened...

Another jolt of pain shot through my leg - I had to do something! "HELP!" I screamed finally, but everybody seemed too busy and preoccupied with their own troubles to hear me. "CAN SOMEBODY HELP ME???"

I could see the outline of a blue-haired man making his way over to me now. Please, please let him be able to help me...

As I watched him approach, another worry began forming in the back of my head. It started out fuzzy and vague, and I couldn't quite place it - but as it took shape, it hit me like a ton of bricks.

Where the hell was my laptop???

::Jyou::

As I searched high and low for a suitable splint, the patient I was treating suddenly sat up, eyes wide and yelling, "MY LAPTOP!!! WHERE THE HELL IS MY LAPTOP?!?!"

I picked up the first branch I could find before booking it back over to him to try and restrain him in his attempt to stand up in search of his "precious laptop". He struggled as I pinned his arms to his sides, but I held on tightly and kept repeating to him over and over again that he would just make his leg worse if he didn't calm down.

He slumped back down after that, seemingly defeated and I took this as a sign to continue with the treatment. I examined the wound closer, thankful that I knew how to fix it, and smiled at him brightly before informing him that I would have to re-align the bone. He blanched at bit, but I couldn't be bothered with how much pain this was going to cause him.

It could be possibly hours before anyone found us, and if his leg was left in this state, then there was a good chance that he would never be able to use it again...

::Mimi::

The minute you are going to die... your life flashes before your eyes, or so they say because all I seen was fire. Did that mean I was going to hell!?

I'm a good person, I donate my old clothes to my maid, Rosalinda. I don't yell at the cook for making me the wrong kind of ramen... anymore. I stopped throwing things at Mother when she wouldn't be reasonable and approve another million yen on my credit card!

So why am I going to hell!?

I tried to sit up only to find out that I couldn't. There was something on top of me.

If this is hell... then leave me here... sandwiched between the sand and a hunky blond.

His eyes were like the sapphire earrings I'd been given for my 5th birthday. Was he my present from Daddy for dying?

"Are you okay?" His voice was strained and breathy.

"Uh... huh," I managed to reply.

"That's good," he winced and a bright smile spread across his face.

Oh, I love presents.

::Takeru::

I reach behind my back and manage to hit off the peice of shrapnel that got stuck in my shirt. When it hits the sand, I look down and see it's the metal part of a seat belt.

How fitting.

The woman I somehow manage to say is looking up at me. Even though I helped her out she probably doesn't appreciate me lying on top of her. So I roll off her and lye stomach down next to her on the beach. She let out a small groan; probably out of relief that I took my weight off of her.

I grin at her.

"The air line is gonna owe us big time."

Sora

After satisfying my basic needs, I decide to see if I can locate other survivors. Seeing a plume of smoke in the air, I decide that it's the site of crash. Even if there are no survivors, it'll be a beacon for any rescue operations.

Only problem is, it's halfway across the island -- across a thick jungle.

Brandishing my trusty baseball bat and pulling my trench coat tighter around me, I take a step into the jungle.