Title: 10 000 meters
Author: Enide Dear
Pairing: RenoxRude
Rating: Smexxing!
Dedicated to :iconangel-asariel: for winning my 15 000 kiriban! The prompt was RenoxRude and 'migrating coconuts'. At least I kept the French Taunters out of it….
A/N: Can you tell I don't much care for flying?
"This sucks!" Reno slammed their boarding passes down on the counter in front of the recoiling clerk. "I hate this shit! We've been flying all over Gaia for the last month, back and forth, back and forth….I feel like a Gods-damned migrating coconut!"
"Coconuts don't migrate, partner." Rude sighed as they got their seat tickets and walked along the tunnel toward the plane with the masses of tourists and business men crowding in all around them. "But I get your point. It's driving me nuts as well."
"I mean, I get it, we can't take the chopper, it's too far." Reno lit a cigarette, ignoring all signs and the angry looks he was getting. "But why can't we at least travel in business class? I hate regular flights! It's too cramped, there's always some kid whining and the booze ain't free."
"Tseng said no extravaganzas until you learn that Non-flammable is not a challenge." Rude took the cig out of his mouth and stepped on it. "Especially not when it says so on Rufus' blanket."
Reno sulked all the way into his cramped seat and through the take off. Most often than not the red-head fell asleep as soon as they were air born, making all his previous whining rather redundant, but this time he sat staring out the tiny window, prodding listlessly at the plastic-looking food and only shooting one or two peas across the plane.
Rude glanced at his bored partner, then up at the noisy, crowded, worn-down plane. There was an old movie showing – he'd seen it at least three times before and it hadn't been worth it the first time. The food tasted stale and if it ever had had any nutrients in it, then those vitamins had given up and died a long time ago. Somewhere not far from their seats two kids had started up a yelling competition.
Rude realized he was just as bored out of his mind as Reno was. And two bored Turks were never a good thing, especially not 10 000 meters up in the air and locked in a steel cage. He looked around almost desperately for something to relieve their enforced boredom, but it was just an ordinary plane and there weren't anything even remotely interesting happening. In the crowd of bleak and boring faces, as always Reno stuck out like a promise of interesting times. But now the red-headed Turk was sulking in his wrinkled suit and for once didn't look like he was up to any mischief. There just *had* to be something to do, before they imploded with boredom.
10 000 meters up….
Rude turned to his partner and dipped his shades, just an inch. Reno looked up.
"Hey, partner…want to join the 10 000 meter club?"
Reno shone up, his eyes suddenly alight with life again. A wicked smirk twisted his lips as he purred:
"I think my membership card there could use a refreshment, yo."