Author's note: AU, Yazoo left home to work on a cruise ship as a bar waiter. Instead of focusing on his first embarkation day, the story starts when he goes ashore one day to have some fun.
Since English is not my first language, there will be mistakes for sure. ^^'
Reviews are highly appreciated!
First all the guests left the tender, the crew members were to leave only after them. Yazoo waited in the back of the boat, making sure he won't get too close to Reno, who sat in the very front. His load words and laughter reached him above the disembarking guests' heads. His cabinmate seemed to be already drunk despite the early afternoon hour. Who knows, maybe he preferred throwing up ashore. Yazoo shrugged. He didn't want to waste any time with him, so he made sure they wouldn't leave the tender at the same time.
Arriving ashore he checked the tender's schedule first. He had ca one and a half hour to get back to the ship without any hurry. With a hurry, maybe two, but he didn't want to be late from duty. Genesis was a nice but strict boss, and he didn't want to risk his trust to be lost. Anchoring was always a pain for everyone, no chance for spending value time ashore. Docking would be more convenient, but it can't be helped: there was no way a cruise ship like the MS Seahorse Melody could dock in this tiny, cliffy harbour.
He took a quick look around, and approached the nearest phone. Family support first.
„Hi Mother, Yazoo speaking." The overjoyed scream almost tore his ear apart, but he didn't mind. Madame Jenny could be the most infamous procuress in Midgar, but she loved her offsprings above all.
„I am fine. … Yes, I do eat; I eat a lot. Getting fat, really." He chuckled softly, head tilting to the side. „Just kidding. … Okay, I will … No, everybody is nice. You should come to take a look around, such a grand place to work at." He was watching the majestic ship in the distance, and had to admit: it was quite a spectacle. „ I know, I know. How is business? … No way…again? Such a dirty old pig! Kick him in the balls! … Oh, Kadaj did it for you?" Pulling out lipbalm from his pocket Yazoo sighed. „I know he can be a pain, Mother. Two more weeks and he won't be your problem anymore but mine. Hn. … Of course you love him, I love him too, but he's trouble. Time for him to take some lessons here." Slowly he moisturized his lips, while flipped the bird towards Reno, who spotted him from a distance and presented the length of his eager tounge. The bus saved Yazoo from the redhead. It was about to leave and Reno hurried up to catch it. Such a relief. Enduring the sommelier's company had the same effect on his mood like the salty, drying seawinds had on his lips. Painful and irritating.
Madame Jenny was still tweeting on the phone.
„Don't listen to Loz, he would just spoil him more." Yazoo said. „You know how the brat fools older brother all the time, winds him round his little finger. … No… he really did that? Can't believe. Help him with the packing, okay? Keep him busy somehow. I am going now, Mother, I am short of time. … Yes, I love you too. I miss you too. I am hugging you in five months. Tell them I am sending my love."
After hanging up he started to walk from the port upwards, heading to town. His younger brother was to arrive on the next embarkation day. He was an adorable child but Yazoo had buzzing worries. About Kadaj. About himself. And frankly, about the ship as well.
He tried to let his worries go with a deep sigh while looking for a bus in the nearest parking lot. Whatever. If the kiddo won't be able to behave, he will be kicked overboard anyway very soon.
No bus. Damn. He overheard some cabin stewardesses jabbering about the next bus leaving in 20 minutes. No way, that's too much time to waste! That's why that ginger idiot was in a hurry! He already started to wonder about catching a taxi, when he heard a familiar noise. Turning towards it - and dropping the plan of the taxi - he summoned his most impressed smile. Try to save some money.
„Such a splendid bike." Yazoo praised when he reached his target. „I have a similar one at home."
The driver of the motorcycle had already put on his googles, ready to hit the road, but the words and the suddenly emerging mirage stopped him.
„Really? What kind?" Came the auto-reply, period among bikers.
„An Intruder, three years old. Strong and reliable, with a low centre of gravity, keeping it stabile." He explained, scrutinizing first the bike, then the driver. Both of them were much to his liking, so he licked his lips, tasting the balm. „However… this equipment of yours is fascinating me too. Would be great to ride."
Hearing this, the driver forgot what he wanted to say or ask, moreover he forgot to close his mouth, too. Staring at the curious smile, he very much seemed to be hypnotized by the lazy dance of silver locks in the sea breeze. In addition, a shining strand got sticked to those creamed lips. Yazoo felt it, and removed it slowly, then threw his hair behind his shoulder, revealing his bare neck.
„Such an uncomparable feeling to have a powerful beast like that between one's legs, isn't it?" The barwaiter chuckled, caressing the trembling black metal expertly. His emerald eyes returned to the blushing kid-face. Poor driver, he almost felt pity for him, such an easy prey. And cute at that, with those goggle blue eyes and messy hair. Perfect picture of a generous scoop of confusion, topped with delicious hope, the cherry being his blush.
After an incredously painful blink the chosen dessert was able to think and act again. First, he scanned the stranger. Tall, lean and muscular, wearing leisure summer clothing. Yazoo was glad he didn't put on flipflops but shoes.
„I am Yazoo." The crew member completed the visuals with necessary information. „What's your name?"
„Cloud." The reply came with a relief, as if he was thankful he didn't have to answer some more complicated question at this point.
„So, Cloud." He bent forward, with an accomplice smirk. „I am anxious to see more of this place." A perfect set of pearl-like teeth presented itself. „Wanna show me more? Would you care to drive me a bit around?"
„Why not." Still embarrassed he nodded, but then, when he felt the lithe body jumping on the bike behind him, he cleared his throat more confidently.
„Where?" He enquired briefly above his shoulder.
„High." Cloud felt strong arms wrapping around his waist.
„Then hold on tight, Yazoo. This might can get rough."
Yazoo did so, sneakily checking hard abs by pulling himself closer.
„My pleasure." He sighed in between blond locks, and Cloud opened the throttle with a thunder from the engine.
~TBC