a secret i shouldn't have kept.

chapter. 2

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part one
~• airports are absolute hell. •~

    I'm woken up personally by a flight attendant, and she tells me that the plane will be landing in about 15 minutes. She's really nice, we end up having a short conversation, and she eventually ends up bringing me something to snack on. She ends up bringing me two- one from Inazuma, and one local to Snezhnaya. From Inazuma, Amaou Strawberry Kit-Kats. I make it known that I have a love for sweets. Native to Snezhnaya, she brings me something that's apparently called Zefir- it's like a marshmallow. I'm enjoying myself. She leaves me be while I eat and look out the window. Even through thick metal and windows, plus the heating on the plane, I can feel the overwhelming chill of Snezhnaya. My eyes land on whatever the hell is below, because I can't tell if it's some sort of white void, and ice cap, snow, or what. It's just... white. Pure fucking white.

Somehow, I can't help but wonder how I'm on a plane, in Snezhnaya, alone. Maybe I should have invited the rest of the group. But oh well, too fuckin late for that now. The white color of the snow shifted into grey a moment later, and I assume that it's the concrete of the airport. It's kind of relieving knowing that I'll finally be getting off of this god damn plane. Sure, that one flight attendant is nice, but it was a fucking like 17 hour flight. I slept for most of it, surprisingly, as I hardly ever get enough sleep if any. I shake my head, sigh, and finish my snacks so I can get ready to get off. There's hardly anyone else in first class so it's a fairly quick cycle- we get off first. It's Inazuman protocol. Rich important people are Inazuma's top priority. The government could care less if we died or were in the hospital, we're really only here for the reputation of both ourselves and our nation. That's why a lot of the most important people to Inazuma, such as myself and other idols, business people, so on. It fucking sucks but it's whatever.

    The plane has finally landed and I stand up to call one of my guards over. The hot one that packed my shit for me. He does as I say, as always. The other to are already waiting for me by the doors of the plane. I do my best to fix my hair with just my hands, looking up at one of the other guards. I hate how they're all taller than me, but at least their a hell of a lot stronger, physically. Muscular. I can't help but wonder what it would be like to be fucked by someone like that. Held down against whatever, I don't even fucking care where or when- I'm a fuckin whore, horny pretty much 24/7, but it's not my fault.

    I walk out, immediately greeted by bright lights, a FUCK ton of people, and fucking air conditioning. What the actual hell. This is SNEZHNAYA. And there's mother fucking air conditioning in a probably already ice cold. I want to fucking sue whoever built this place with air conditioning and not heating. I'm shivering SO fucking much, and the one bag that I was allowed to bring onto the plane with me doesn't have any type of jacket. I'm wearing thin clothes. A fucking short dress. It was my idea, and a really fucking bad one, but seriously?

    I take a breath and look around. There's a lot of stores along the other side of the wall, and I can hardly read the signs of what they're called. They're in Snezhnayan, only a select few in the International Tevyat language that I speak, but not fluent. Honestly, it's kind of overwhelming, with such a crowd and not being able to understand what I see and hear. Of course I just have to deal with it, taking the black mask that was around my wrist and wrapping in over my ears to fit my face. Our concerts are always on TV so my face might be recognized, and that is currently the last thing I want. he

    While one of my body guards is leading me to where they'll receive my luggage, the other two are by my side and shielding me. They can tell how anxious I am, so their top priority right now is to keep me from throwing a fit and having some sort of panic attack. It happens a lot outside of public. Maybe I need a therapist, but I refuse to ever accept that. I'm completely mentally stable. It's probably just hormones or something.