Just a teeny vaguely fluffy thing I wrote a while ago after Russel Howard's hilarious little skit inspired me. Thought I'd post it to create an illusion of productivity before I disappear into the black hole of NaNoWriMo.
Enjoy!
"I should complain," a man whispered loudly behind them. "It's completely unnatural."
In the blink of an eye, Haru went 'Black'. He swore without any attempt at lowering his voice and made as if to turn around but was stopped by Yuki's iron grip on his shoulder.
"What?" he snarled. Yuki looked at him briefly then looked back out of the window.
"Don't," he murmured. His grip was still unbreakable but Black Haru didn't let little things like not being able to see his enemy stop him.
"You think we're unnatural, bastard?" he began, in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "You're flying." Yuki's fingers dug painfully into his shoulder, but he strained against the grip and continued gleefully, "You're thousands of feet in the air, stuck in a tin can filled with recycled air that doesn't even have wings that flap!"
"Haru!" Yuki's whisper was razor-edged. He yanked Haru back into his seat and gave him a wild, warning look. But Haru was wilder and he threw his head back and told the obnoxious prick that his plastic-coated, foreign aeroplane food was unnatural too, oh, and while he thought of it, here was exactly where he could put his food and his fucking opinions -
Yuki clapped one hand over his mouth. Putting his other hand on the far side of Haru's face, he shifted in his seat and tugged slightly at Haru's head until they were almost bumping noses. Haru made an indignant noise.
"Raised voices in an enclosed space," Yuki recited, any flickers of emotion pushed into a cage and deadlocked inside. Haru's eyes went wide with understanding and sympathy. Yuki's face tightened even further ("Don't look at me like that!") but he brought both his hands back down to his sides.
"How should I look at you, your Highness?" Black Haru taunted. He tilted his head to one side, shedding the darkness in that single second and asked gently, "Like this?" He kissed Yuki, deeply and at length, his eyes open to meet Yuki's unwavering eyes in his white face.
"Something like that." Yuki smiled around the tightness in his chest. "Thank you," the smile grew hard lines, "he deserved that and more."
"So do you," Haru replied in the ghost of a whisper. Yuki put one hand on his knee. They kissed for what felt like a long time and there was a much more pleasing colour to Yuki's cheeks when the captain told them to replace their seatbelts, the aeroplane was descending.
God, I like Yuki-angst far too much.
All opinions welcome!
xMhax