Disclaimer: I don't own money with this writing, and characters belonged to Square Enix Inc.
Rocket Man
Laid on his bed, Reno fluffed the pillows, lit a cigarette, and scrolled at his phone.
He was in a day off, listening to a surprisingly good playlist from Rude. The man had kind of an obsession with Earth's pop culture, but Reno had to agree those songs were amazing. "The best hits," said Rude and that particular one, Rocket Man, reminded him of Yazoo.
He turned up the volume of his phone, letting out another drag from his cigarette.
"Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone...Oh, fuck no..." Reno huffed, rolling his eyes.
"Reno, how many times we told you do not smoke inside? Even my room would get stinky, messing with my yoga's concentration, moron. I need my aromatic scents to relax. Pull it out!"
Rita stepped inside his room, grimacing, and waving her hands to blow the smoke away from her face. Reno rolled his eyes, not bothering to put the cigarette out, and turned up higher the volume from his earbuds. However, Rita, annoying like any younger sister, slowly approached him and with a yank, she unplugged his earbuds from the phone.
"You do have an apartment, why are you not there? If I had a place only for my own, I wouldn't be here. Go smoking outside, Reno."
"Get off my room, Rita, and close the door."
"Does Yazoo smoke? I bet he doesn't because he smells so good."
Reno got up from his bed, and angrily pushed the girl towards the door. She giggled at him, mocking about how Reno was below the curve if compared to the charming Yazoo.
"Shut the fuck up."
"You know it's true, and if Yazoo doesn't complain, it's because he's very polite and sweet. I really can't get what he saw on you."
"What? Out!"
Reno pushed his sister through the door, immediately closing it, and returned to his bed. But Rita opened it again, with hands-on her waist, demanding him in the same way his mother used to do.
"I'm not finished, Reno. I need Yazoo's number to call him. I want to invite him to my party."
"Who told you he would come to your lame party?"
"I'm sure he will. Give me his number, and I'll prove it to you.'
"What? Get out, I won't give you his number! Quit pestering me, Rita."
Mrs. Sinclair, putting aside her task, sighed. They were arguing near the stairs now. "Oh, god...They would never grow old!"
One year ago, Reno bought his first apartment, and Mrs. Sinclair betted that he would eagerly fly out of her nest, and savor the single's life. She helped to decorate, filled up the apartment with useful accessories, basically everything she guessed it would help his son on the daily tasks. But the brat, as she lovingly called him, was still a brat, refusing to grow up and move on.
She put her redhead head out of the kitchen, tired from her children, bickering with each other since they woke up. Reno shouted again with Rita, who shouted back, ending up with both brothers shouting for her.
"Reno honey, why the fuck are you still here? Rita, bring your ass here now, and help me with your stupid party! Fuck, I'm feeling my migraine coming back, and if I have to climb upstairs, I swear that I'll spank the shit out of you two!"
"Wow, do you kiss your kids with this mouth?"
"Brat, don't push me today!"
Reno faked a sad voice, already chuckling with his mother's lecture, hard, and sweet at the same time.
"Are you kicking me out of home? Again?"
"Fuck off brat, because you have your place, forgot it? A few blocks from here, and so quit infesting my house with your smoking. Do it in your place, my love. I'm so proud of you when I tell my friends that you have your apartment, they get envy. Rita, do you want to choose your fucking cake or not? Get down, or I'll pick the tackiest that I can find."
"Mom, please don't do it, I'm coming!"
The brothers smirked, already forgetting their quarrel, and Rita rolled her eyes.
"Seriously, would you invite Yazoo for me?"
With a tired sigh, Reno nodded at Rita.
"Fuck…I guess mom's right. I don't need to have you bothering me! Out!"
Pushing Rita out for good, Reno closed the door; locking it and not caring for the girls complains.
Returning the search through his phone, he found out what he was looking for, Yazoo's number. Since Old Man's House, they had not seen each other, and it was a long time ago. Reno shook his head, at least once in the week, they spoke on the phone, but it was before they had sex, he also realized furrowing his eyebrows.
They made questionable sex, but it did not dismiss the fact Reno enjoyed his company. Yazoo was one of those turnarounds of events that he liked, from former enemies to possible friends, maybe more one day.
Despite all his violent past, Yazoo was sweet, definitely not at first sight, but deep in his heart, he was a princess. Reno smirked, he should be mad for imagining Yazoo 'sweet' as his Nana had said. He would never, even under torture, admit to Yazoo that sometimes, he scared him.
Rita and his mother believed they were a couple. Reno did not argue. Rude also taunted him about the dinner, but Reno oddly felt obliged to follow a cool's guy code and told him they just hanged out. Recently, even Elena came to question him about Yazoo. The redhead sneered at her, and told her to stick her nose out of his business, pointing at Tseng. Oddities aside, Reno believed that another chance could be worthy, or at least, a good time together. The phone rang some time until the deep, hoarse, voice spoke.
"What about those tracks in Cosmo Canyon? Do you still remember?"
"Reno… So, you're still alive and did not learn yet how to speak on the phone."
"Alive, and missing my baby. What do you'll say?"
Yazoo smiled on the other side of the line.
"I'm not your baby, Reno. When?"
It was not a bad idea, and he was feeling bold to try new things. He did not want to put all the credit on Vincent Valentine's shoulders, but the man helped.
"This weekend. We could sleep in tents if you're missing an adventure in nature."
"Tents? Do you mean, you and me in a tent in the wild, like camping? No, it's not my style, anymore."
"I was kidding, a large bed with soft sheets, our beloved bikes, and us. We'll take the ferry, and then, amazing views. So, what do you say?"
Reno chewed his lip, waiting for the answer, almost convinced that Yazoo would go. He sighed, not huffed on the other side of the line.
"Hum... I have to see."
"Can you see it until tomorrow? I'll have to book a nice fresh hotel for us. The great and only, Canyon Inn."
Yazoo chuckled.
"Reno, are you sure?"
"Yeah, we'll have a fun, baby. Go check the routes, and you'll see."
Yazoo was recently studying Mako reactors and improved his bike.
It could be an opportunity to test out his beloved machine and know if he was a good learner. Vincent did not call during the past weeks, and Yazoo wondered, if the invite to Gongaga, was only a polite excuse to unnoticed get out of his bed.
"Ok, I have nothing to do anyway. It came in hand to test my bike, but Reno, it doesn't mean that we…"
"We're fellows on a road trip, ok? "
Yazoo chewed his lips. "I'm looking like a damn princess." Loz and Tifa were not a secret anymore, though Loz agreed in not vanish from the house's tasks, Yazoo knew better where his brother would sleep. In the end, Yazoo would spend the weekend alone at home.
"Ok. Which time we'll leave?"
"Do you meet me at my mom's on Saturday at 09:00? We'd leave after breakfast, and Nana would like to see you."
Yazoo gasped in surprise, Reno, never had one thing going on, it would be at least two. Breakfast, with his family, was as embarrassing as cute.
"Hun, serious? With all your family together?"
Reno hummed a Han-han, chewing his lower lip in expectation, maybe it was too much, but now he already had invited him. Yazoo hesitated on the other side, but after let out a gasp, he agreed.
"Great, princess."
"Reno quit this princess' shit, I fucked your ass, not the contrary. So, you're the princess here."
Reno chuckled, amused with his commentary. On his pervert mind, Yazoo bringing the subject meant a possibility.
"Ok, you're right, but there is always sunshine to make it get better. See you there? Do you still remember the address, I'll text you anyway."
"Ok. I'll be there."
Reno, on the other side, punched his fist in the air, celebrating his success. It would be a great moment for them. They ranged off the phone, thoughtful expressions from both sides.
Yazoo wondered if they would have another chance, but if nothing would happen, at least, he would get to know a new place. He chuckled with himself, covering his mouth, blushing for have thought about sex in a first instance. His last experience elevated his confidence. The chance to practice what he had learned would not be a bad idea, though, he did not want to open it for Reno. He could change his mind, once in the doors of the act, and again it would become a bad experience.
Reno, excited with the plans for their trip, stood up from the bed and left his room. He stepped closer to the stairs' void, leaned in the handrail, and stretched his neck ahead.
"Mom, Yazoo is coming for breakfast. Saturday, ok?"
"Ok, he's welcome, and stop yelling that I'm not deaf!"
Rita got excited, clapping her hands, and pulling her head out of the kitchen, shouted at Reno.
"Thank you, brother! I can invite him personally now!"
"Shut up, moron, I didn't invite him for you!"
Mrs. Sinclair grumbled something about their children start to bickering each other again, and took a baked chicken out of the oven.
Reno closed his eyes, smelling the delicious aroma of their lunch.
"That's why life here is so fucking good."