'The fit is tight. Real tight. As if a sadist with the sole intention of making the relatively minuscule walk from the front to the back of a plane was in charge of designing it. Have they ever met another human being? Were they so emaciated that they modeled the walk-way after them?'

These were all thoughts that passed through the scattered and tired mind of Sasuke Uchiha, who was waiting ever so patiently for the woman in front of him to muster up the strength to lift her ridiculously large carry on into the cabinet above. He dropped his comparatively small satchel and helped the poor woman, who muttered a thank you and took her seat. With the walkway cleared up for him, he sauntered on into the bowels of the ship.

'Fucking first class and their bullshit. Why does she even need a bag like that if she's going to get pampered for seven hours?'

Sasuke pressed onwards, passing the small divider that segregated the affluent from the business class, and found his seat. Granted the luxuries weren't as... luxurious as they were fifteen feet towards the front but they would have to do. These were the best seats he could've gotten at such short notice. His company needed him to fly back to New York from the UK as soon as humanly possible, and he'd be damned if he was going to suffer through six hours of sitting ass to ankles with a stranger at four in the morning.

Sasuke grabbed his large window seat and settled in, turning towards the aisle and watching the rest of the hoard move on down. As the line shuffled onwards, the half Japanese wondered which one of these people would be joining him in his row. While the first class seats were what he was used to, the business class still offered some perks. Bigger seats, only two per row, and a meal. Not as fancy as first class, and no free booze, but at least he didn't have a limit on how many drinks he could order. And he had the company credit card.

Suddenly his phone rang from deep within his pocket. He pulled it out and studied the number.

'Work.'

Swiping his thumb across the displayed number, he brought the device to his ear. "What is it Kakashi? My plane is about to take off."

"Good, then you have some time. Can you get into the wifi there?"

"I'm sure I can, but not until we're in the air. Why?"

"I emailed you some documents that need looking over. Sorry to make you work so early and on a flight. What time is it there anyways?"

"Four. Four in the fucking morning, Kakashi."

"Yowch, sorry about that mate. But these have to get done before you land."

"Why can't you get them done? I'm tired, man."

"I can't do them because you're tired. I gotta get some sleep so we can present tomorrow. Don't worry, you just have to show up and not nod off for an hour. After that you can go home and sleep for fourteen hours."

With a sigh and a mindless rubbing of the eyes, Sasuke breathed into the phone, "Fine, I'll get them done. I can't print them out though."

"That's fine, just make your edits and email them to me again, we'll print them out here before you get to the building."

"I'm not speaking at the meeting."

"Don't worry, I'll do all the talking. Have a safe flight, see you in the morning," Kakashi said before hanging up on his end. Sasuke returned his phone into his pocket and leaned as far back as he could in his pre-cruising-altitude upright seat. The line of people walking by started to thin out and still no one had claimed the seat next to him.

Sasuke ran a hand through his long, black hair and grabbed his bag from the floor and placed it on the seat next to him.

'If no one's taking it then I will.'

The moment he placed his bag on the seat, a tall flight attendant appeared at his row, a cheery but fake smile on his handsome face.

'Handsome.'

Sasuke looked up at the indeed handsome man before him, his eyes rather slowly climbing up from his nice legs, what appeared to be nice bulge, all the way up past his big chest, subtle chin, all the way up to his bright blue eyes. His cheeks, though, left a rather intriguing impression on the Raven. The man had three lines, almost like scars, running diagonally up on both sides of his face, giving him and almost feral, dangerous quality to him. Sasuke stared for what felt like thirty elegant seconds at the man in front of him, watching him lean closer into the row.

Unfortunately for Sasuke it had actually been about thirty objectively awkward seconds before he snapped out of his mildly lustful gaze.

"Hey man, would you please put your bag under the seat until we're in the air?"

Shaking it off, Sasuke replied, "Huh? Oh yeah, sure. Sorry about that." Sasuke grabbed the bag from the chair and returned it back underneath the chair in front of him.

"It's okay dude, it's a safety thing," the man responded, the fake smile of his growing less and less insincere to Sasuke.

"That makes sense," chuckled Sasuke, smiling back at the gorgeous man in front of him.

"But once it's safe, I'm sure you can put it back. Leg room is important, am I right?"

"Yeah but isn't someone going to take this seat?"

"I'll have to look at the manifest but I think you lucked out," chuckled the flight attendant.

"Naruto, can we get some help in the front?" Sasuke heard shouted from around the corner, to which the man's blonde haired head perked up in that direction.

"I guess you're needed elsewhere, Naruto," Sasuke said with a sultry grin, his voice dropping low as the blonde man's name rolled out his lips.

"I guess I am. Don't worry, I'll be back in a bit," Naruto flirted back. This promise of a return visit to his row caught Sasuke by surprise.

'Sure, he was probably flirting, but it was more like a professional flirt. Or was it? Maybe he likes guys too? I can't be that assumptive of people, I got to be open minded! But it was probably professional, he had to be. Maybe just to offer me a snack or a drink. Lord knows I'd offer him a drink.'

Sasuke's mind started racing after the blonde left, his normally cool composure melting away. He hadn't felt like this in a very long time, the most recent being about four years ago. Sasuke wasn't afraid to get out in the world and claim boys for his own, no, but something about the blonde sort of reignited him.

Sasuke heard the cabin door close and out the intercom above him spoke the pilot, announcing the usual mumbo jumbo regarding flight time, safety, and a thank you for choosing to fly with them. Like Sasuke had a choice. It was only a couple of hours ago that he'd even purchased his last minute ticket, outrageously above the normal price, from the comfort of his hotel's indoor pool. It was the only flight that'd get him to New York by eight in the morning, and with Kakashi's word that he'd be reimbursed, bought the two thousand dollar ticket.

Settling in, Sasuke's attention turned to the aisle where he saw Naruto reach into the cabinet above him, withdrawing the example safety devices to use for what Sasuke imagined would be the blonde's thousandth time going through the motions of the FAA approved safety speech. Sure enough, the speech commenced and while everyone's attention was not focused on the demonstration, Sasuke's attention was solely focused on the blonde in front of him.

At any other time on any other flight Sasuke would join the rest of the plane's occupants in ignoring the tired flight attendant's song and dance, but not this time. No, Sasuke absentmindedly nodded his head after each point made by the scripted speech Naruto was more or less mouthing to. After the demonstration, Naruto returned the severed seatbelt and deflated air vest above Sasuke's seat.

The blonde looked down at the staring Sasuke and grinned, "put your seatbelt on please."

"Oh! Oh, yeah, alright," stuttered Sasuke, fumbling with the fabric and clicking the metal bit into place. The blonde latched close the cabinet above him and winked at the raven haired man, before walking up the aisle checking each row before take-off.

'I'm going to die on this flight.'