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With that, All Might gave him a thumbs up before turning and leaving the airport. Itachi watched him go for a moment before focusing on the journey ahead.
As he boarded the plane, the air hostess greeted him with a professional smile. "Good afternoon, sir. May I see your ticket?"
Itachi handed over his ticket, and she quickly glanced at it before her smile grew wider. "Oh, sir, you're seated in business class. Please take the stairs just ahead, and you'll find your seat there."
Itachi nodded politely. "Thank you."
He climbed the stairs, entering the business class section, and soon found his seat. To his surprise, the area was much more luxurious than he had anticipated. A spacious reclining chair sat next to a large personal screen, with a small table beside it for drinks. Next to the seat was a bell for calling the flight attendants, and even a door leading to his own private bathroom.
Itachi sweatdropped slightly.Father definitely overdid the booking…
He let out a small sigh and set his bag down, taking a moment to compose himself. He settled into his seat, the soft cushions providing more comfort than he was used to.
Moments later, the plane began to taxi down the runway. Itachi stared out the window, watching as the airport faded from view and the sky slowly opened up. The familiar sights of Japan grew smaller and smaller until they disappeared entirely.
As the plane leveled out, he closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself relax.A year and a half in America...he thought.This will be a good experience for me.
With that, he allowed himself a small smile, leaning back in his seat as the plane soared toward a new chapter in his life.
As Itachi settled into the comfortable bed, the plane was quiet except for the faint hum of the engines. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, resting in the tranquility, until a soft knock on his cabin door interrupted him.
Opening the door, he found a beautiful flight attendant standing before him, a tray of food in her hands. She had a professional demeanor, but as her eyes met Itachi's, she seemed to freeze, her gaze lingering on his face, captivated.
Itachi blinked, slightly taken aback. "Ah... excuse me?" he said softly, his voice polite yet curious.
The woman snapped back to reality, her face flushing red. "Oh! I'm so sorry, sir!" she stammered, flustered. "I—uh, what would you like to order?" She quickly glanced at the menu in her hand, trying to regain her composure.
Itachi, noticing the menu on his small table, picked it up and began scanning the options. He glanced back at her, only to see her still staring at him. He cleared his throat gently. "How about a Hummus Platter?"
The woman blinked again, clearly distracted. "What did you say?"
"Hummus Platter," he repeated calmly, watching her hurriedly scribble it down on her notepad.
"And... for dessert? Drinks, perhaps?" she asked, her voice shaky but trying to maintain professionalism.
Itachi scanned the menu again. "I'll have a Strawberry Parfait for dessert." He paused briefly before adding, "And no drinks, I'm underage."
Her eyes widened in surprise, a little shock creeping into her expression. "You're underage?" she asked, almost in disbelief. "How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"
Itachi looked at her with his usual calm demeanor. "I'm 17."
"Seventeen..." she echoed, still processing. Then, as if out of nowhere, she blurted, "I'm 23."
Itachi gave her a small nod, keeping his polite smile. "That's great."
The woman stood there for a second longer, clearly flustered, before snapping back to her work mode. "Your order will be here shortly, sir. Please let me know if you need anything else."
After she left, another flight attendant delivered his order. She placed the platter and parfait in front of him, stealing a few glances as she set everything down. Itachi noticed her subtle looks but remained composed.
"Here's your order, sir," she said, her voice a little softer as she met his gaze.
"Thank you," Itachi said politely.
The flight attendant lingered a moment, biting her lip slightly as she smiled. "If you need anything else, don't hesitate to call." She gave a slight wink, hinting at something more, but Itachi simply nodded, focused more on his food than on the subtle hints she was giving.
As she left, Itachi let out a quiet sigh.I guess this is what it means to attract attention,he thought, taking a bite of his food.At least the food's good.
After finishing his meal, Itachi reclined back in the seat, letting the weight of the long journey ahead settle in. The soft hum of the airplane engines was soothing, and the dim lighting in the cabin made the atmosphere calm and peaceful.
He laid back down, closing his eyes as the flight continued onward. America awaited, and with it, the next step in his journey.
As the plane touched down and taxied to the gate, Itachi felt a subtle shift in his mindset. He was no longer in Japan. This was the beginning of his journey in America—a place that would challenge and push him beyond his limits.
After gathering his luggage, Itachi stepped into the bustling airport terminal. He glanced around, scanning for his name, and soon enough, he spotted a man standing near the exit, holding a sign that read "Itachi Yaoyorozu." The man was dressed in a military uniform, his posture straight and professional.
That must be the one, Itachi thought to himself as he walked over.
The man eyed him with a slight nod. "So, you're Itachi Yaoyorozu," he said in clear English.
Itachi nodded in response, observing the man's military attire. The name tag read 'Lonnie Jems.'
"My name is Lonnie Jems," he continued, extending a hand. "I'm here to pick you up."
Itachi shook his hand, noticing how Jems hesitated slightly before pulling out his phone. He fumbled with the device, opening a translation app, clearly trying to make communication easier. Itachi sighed inwardly and spoke up.
"I can speak English," Itachi said calmly.
Jems looked up in surprise, slightly embarrassed as he tucked his phone away. "Right… sorry about that."
"It's fine," Itachi replied. He appreciated the gesture, even if it wasn't necessary.
"Follow me," Jems said, regaining his composure. They walked through the airport, navigating past crowds of travelers. Once outside, Itachi noticed the sleek, military-grade vehicle waiting for them. It stood out against the backdrop of everyday traffic, its dark color and imposing presence unmistakable.
Jems opened the door. "Hop in."
Itachi climbed into the car, settling into the back seat as the engine roared to life. As they pulled away from the airport, he gazed out the window, taking in the unfamiliar cityscape. The tall buildings and bustling streets reminded him of Tokyo, though the energy was different. There was an underlying intensity to the atmosphere here, as if the city itself pulsed with purpose.
America, he thought, not so different from home. Except for the sheer scale... and the presence of heroes like Star and Stripe.
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