Hey! I decided to take a break from my ongoing fic to experiment with a ficabout the Turks Reno and Rude. I'm thinking about leaving this one as it is now, unless people think i should make it into a real story. This is just a silly little short, not intended to be "laugh out loud" funny.

Disclaimer: All characters and stuff arebelong to Square

Rude sat back on the chair with a heavy sigh, watching the rain from behind his dark glasses. He didn't bother to take them off, even though he was indoors on a dark rainy day. It was just part of the hit-man look he needed to keep up. Something about sunglasses were secretive and dignified. Another part of the look was his bald head. He looked more bad-ass bald than with his natural hair. I mean, if you saw a man sent to kill you with purple-coloured hair, you'd probably die laughing before he got to you! Why he had purple hair, not even he knew. One of the great wonders of nature, just like how Cloud Strife's head didn't implode from the pressure and weight of the great spikes on his head. Anyways, back to the story.

His eyes were focused on the pavement out the large window of the inn, and the seemingly endless splatters of water that hit it. In the silence of the room he could hear the droplets hit the ceiling and window, like a gentle roar. The Turk ran a hand over his bald head, then massaged his temples calmly, trying to block out the stress rising in him.

It had been raining for two days straight, and he was getting anxious to get this assignment done, and Reno was getting bored. When Reno gets bored, oh, you better get him un-bored. Fast. Already Rude had extinguished several paper balls he had set on fire, and confiscated his electro rod after he exploded a pillow with it. Rude looked over at the feathery mess at the other end of the inn room, contemplating whether he should clean it up or not. He shook his head and emitted another sigh. As much as he dreaded it, he just wanted this mission to come to an end.

They were supposed to try and stop the rebel group Avalanche at Gongaga village. They were waiting in a small nearby town for the rain to stop. Reno suggested that they rest at the inn until the weather cleared up, but that turned into a major delay. Rude wondered if they should just keep going despite the weather to avoid missing the rebel group. He felt a slight sting of guilt when he thought about the fight he would probably encounter when they caught up with the group. It was a strange thing for Rude. He could snap bones like twigs, shoot someone, or break a man's neck without a second thought. But when the subject of Avalanche rose in his mind, he felt different. He felt like he was doing something wrong. Avalanche was doing this for a good cause, they were doing what they believed in.

Rude's deep thinking was disturbed when he heard Reno walk into the room. The door clicked shut behind him, and he turned to see the soaking wet redhead grinning at him innocently. Water dripped from his jaw and clothes, soaking into the carpet. Rude raised an eyebrow at his partner, not bothering to ask what he had done.

"Err, you know where my spare set of clothes is?" Reno asked, looking even more innocent. Rude sighed and pointed to the bag on one of the beds before turning his attention back to the outside. "Dare I ask what you were up to?" the bald man braved, immediately regretting his decision to ask Reno. The smaller man grinned again.

"Well-"

"Wait, I change my mind, I don't want to know." Rude cut him off, lifting his hand. He glanced back at Reno, who looked slightly disappointed to not share his story. Reno just fished in the bag for his clothes, then walked into the attached bathroom to change. Rude shook his head and resumed staring out the window. Within minutes his partner sat beside him in another chair, a pink towel draped over his head. Rude glanced at him, looked to the window, then did a double take as it clicked in his mind that there was a pink towel on Reno's head. He pulled his sunglasses down to the end of his nose and stared at his fellow Turk with raised eyebrows. His ice blue eyes, previously hidden behind the dark lenses, were filled with amusement and slight confusion. Reno just smirked and ruffled the towel over his hair to dry it faster.

"You're just jealous!" he accused, a mock pride on his face.

"Contemplating stealing it from you, I'm that jealous." Rude replied with sarcasm tinting his tone. Reno pulled the towel down to his shoulders and wrapped it around his neck like a scarf. Rude just shook his head again and replaced his glasses to the top of his nose.

"So, are we gonna leave when the rain stops, or just go on ahead?" Reno asks, a rare seriousness in his voice. Rude shrugged.

"Might as well just stay here, Avalanche probably stopped as well to wait for the weather to let up." he replied, trying to put off the inevitable encounter as long as he could. He crossed his arms over he chest and leaned back into the chair.

"But man, this is boring!" Reno whined, sinking down into the chair like Rude, but in more of a childish manner. Rude gave a nod of agreement, but in his mind felt that being with Reno was anything but boring. He was forever dousing out flames, holding random people back from beating the crap out of him, and holding the man's hair back then he threw up when suffering from his common hangovers. Oh yes, life as Reno's fellow Turk was not in the least bit boring. The worst part was explaining to Tseng why they were no longer welcome at a bar, inn or town.

A silence drifted in the room, only broken by the rain pounding on the roof and window. Rude started thinking about Avalanche again, but forced the thoughts from his head. The last thing he needed now was to go soft and start reconsidering his job. He was better at petty assassinations on people in the slums than things like this. Actually, he felt like his job was babysitting Reno. Speaking of Reno, he was currently making a paper airplane and had one of those weird glints in his eye that usually meant Rude was going to have his work cut out for him. Rude, not wanting to bother getting out of his chair, just closed his eyes.

"You light that on fire, I'll light you on fire." He said calmly, a tone in his voice than meant all seriousness. He heard Reno groan in protest, but closed his lighter lid with a 'tink' of metal hitting metal.

"But I'm so bored." Reno groaned again, pouting.

"And I'm contemplating throttling you, but you don't hear me voicing that." he growled back, getting a little impatient with his friend.

"Um, you just did."

"Shut up, Reno."

Reno just laughed and stood up, drumming on Rude's bald head with his fingers as he passed. Rude shook his head and look up at him through the dark lenses, eyebrow once again raised. Reno had a huge grin on his face.

"You'd miss me too much of you killed me. You looove me way to much." he mused before sticking out his tongue like a three-year-old. Rude smirked and wondered if Tseng would protest if he stapled Reno's tongue to something.

"Yeah, that must be it." Reno grinned in response and gave the bald man another tap on the skull.

"Wanna go down to the bar downstairs and get wasted?"

Rude smiled. The one thing that made any job easier and more difficult at the same time was going to the bar with Reno. "If I pay, you promise I wont wake up with my shirt ablaze?"

"Deal."

Well, there you go. Please review, pleeeeaaase?

And just so everyone knows- The town that they are staying on has no name-I made it up so they would be close enough to Gongaga, but far enough away that they still had a ways to go. Whether they were sent to actaully stop Avalanche there, or just to accompany Scarlette, I forget, but just for the sake of this story, I made it that way. How could I do this, you might ask? Because I'M THE AUTHOR! So ha! ...So ya, tell me what you think