Part three. . .
The Flight To Tokyo
Akuma: (grunt, mumble)
Umei: I. Hate. Couch.
Akuma: (GRUNT)
Kid: (Jumping up and down, and hitting the back of Umei and Akuma's seat)
Mom of Kid: Now pumpkin, settle down.
Kid: NOOO!!
Mom: Oh, pumpkin, you're so adorable!
Kid: NOO!! (bang, bang, bang)
Umei: Dammit, pumpkin! (grabs kid by the collar) My ears hurt too! So shut up and sit down!!
Kid: (Screams) NOOOO!!!!!!
Umei: (Drags kid to the bathroom to cool him down with a swirly)
Akuma: Brats.
Umei: (Comes back without the kid)
Akuma: (Grunt)
Umei: Where the hell are my nuts!?
Akuma: (grunts and hands over a boy)
Umei: Not those, you idiot!
Akuma: ... (Puts him back)
Umei: (Grabs the kid [who yes, somehow appeared with her again] and chucks him at the Mother - who, unfortunately, catches the dripping wet child. The child who looks like a drowned rat, at that.)
Mom: DARLING! (trying to "dry him off" with some saniwipes)
Kid: AAAH!! MY EYES!! Noooooo!!
Umei: (Passes out)
Akuma: ... (Mumble) .......I hate couch.
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Their flight lands in Tokyo airport. After locating the majority of their bags and other things, the two step off the plane and pause in the sunlight, taking in everything around them. The smell of the air, the sound of the Tokyoneese people's conversations around them, and the sun greeted them kindly.
After six months, ten days, and fifteen minutes in prison, Akuma Kodomo and Umei no Hoshimasurao have finally returned to their home. They smiled and recalled the last time they had been to this place... this place that welcomed them so warmly.
