[Fic] challenge #14!
Omg I can't believe i am doing this...-smacks forehead- Forgive me!! D8
Title: Anvil Head
Rating: PG-13 or T (for swearing...and general gayness)
Pairing: NaruSasu (i'm so stuck in the naru-seme...)
Word count/Type: 1,712/ fiction
Summary: Ever had one of those bad days, where the things you always think are going to happen, do happen? Well, that's not quite so here, but it's damn close in his opinion! Naruto flies home and Sasuke has dinner ready.
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Anvil Head
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On days like these, it was no surprise that Uzumaki Naruto would rather be inside than out. The clouds forming overhead were clear signs of severe thunderstorms; heavy rainfalls, dense fogs, increased barometric pressure at higher atmospheres.
All the more reason for him to keep off the plane headed for New York from Atlanta.
Even so, that plane was his only ticket back home in the next two days, and lord knows he wanted to be home so very badly. He missed Sasuke terribly, to a point of near depression. It was bad for him when Sasuke ignored him on occasion, much worse when Naruto had to go about his job with the National Geographic Foundation, traveling from country to country, always taking pictures and telling stories.
Not that he didn’t like the sense of adventure that came with it: he’d just prefer if his lover/fiancé could be on those expeditions with him. Sasuke was another member of the NGF, but his side was more on politics whereas Naruto stuck to geographical images and the weather side of NG. Half the time, neither of them was home to occupy their one bedroom flat on the lower side of Albany, but that was what maids were for. That and a fair pay between two wealthy photographers.
“All passengers headed for NYC at 5:15 A.M., please board flight if you are in sections D3.”
“Oh great…I’m up already.” Sighing heavily, he dragged his portable camera equipment (the ones that didn’t cost over two thousand dollars) and his lunch and, taking out his boarding pass, headed over to the ticket taker. The woman smiled at him cheerily, put his pass through the scanner then bid him “Happy Travels”. He pushed a smile onto his face in thanks and trudged his way down the ramp and into the plane. Once he’d settled himself into his seat (after beating his camera bag into the luggage compartment overhead and practically ramming the man behind him with his elbow) he took a quick peek out the window beside him.
‘Oh what luck…I caught myself a perfect view of Storm City, population; nil.’ He sighed again, closing the window shade halfway. Low thunder broiled above him, and he silently prayed that the storm would hold off until they’d safely reached their destination. ‘Not to mention that I still have to drive another two hours before I get home…Sasuke better have some dinner ready, ‘cause I’ll be starving!’
Quietly plotting out the course of his after arrival, the plane steadily filled up and prepared for take off. Engines rumbled along with the storm, broiling and bubbling to break loose, while men in orange uniforms taxied the plane onto its flight path. He could feel every bump along the runway, mostly from landings and pieces of launch material that had broken off at some point in time, until eventually, they took off, lurching to the right as the plane shifted around to follow it’s predetermined course.
An hour later and Naruto was worse for wear. The storm outside had steadily progressed, and after a glance out the bottom half of the window, he could see the beginnings of an enormous anvil head. ‘Oh God…if there is a God, please don’t let them fly the plane down into that monster…I’ll do anything, so long as I don’t end up dead in some freak aero-accident!’ His hands were shaking slightly as he pulled the window shade all the way down, ignoring the thunder and speedy flashes of lightning as best he could. He was a meteorologist for Pete’s sake! He shouldn’t be so flighty when flying (the pun escaped him there). He knew the circumstances, the statistics involved with flying during large storms, the logistics behind it all, and yet here he was, afraid to go three hours on a plane.
Besides, that was the pilot’s job, to keep them out of harm’s way while flying them to their destination. Right? Right.
He could already hear Sasuke in his head, giving unnecessary, not to mention unwanted, commentary on his thoughts.
‘Keep telling yourself that, Uzumaki. It’s only a matter of time before you end up pissing your pants and scaring your seat neighbor. Hah!’
He was already getting pissed, hearing that smug voice in his head (not that he didn’t love it elsewhere, like in his shirt, or on his pants, or in his pants…), but the voice just continued in its smooth contralto.
‘Now wouldn’t that be a sight to see? Lil’ Uzumaki Naruto, afraid to get on the airplane because there’s a big scawy storm outside, boo hoo! Geez, what are you, a little girl? I know you’re better than that you scaredy-cat!’
He was right (talking to yourself there?). He was a huge chicken-shit, despite his vast knowledge of the air and it’s doings, which probably only made it that much worse.
Everything jerked suddenly as the plane shook from passing winds. Immediately after the turbulence, the pilot came on the intercom soothe saying passengers with sweet little lies about “It was only slight turbulence” and “Nothing to worry about, folks”. Naruto began to panic. What if they crashed to the ground from severe turbulence? The odds weren’t very high, but he could end up one of those statistics if he wasn’t careful!
‘This is what I get for flying through the outer edges a category three hurricane…just my damned luck.’ He could already imagine Sasuke, watching the midnight news (it was his general hobby, what with being an insomniac) while worrying about when Naruto would make it home, only to see that his husband-to-be had been burnt to a well-done crisp in a one-in-a-million chance turbulence crash. The ultimate irony to their tender little lives would be that Naruto had just predicted said storm twelve hours before. Amazing what a bit of imagination, circumstance, wind velocity and humidity could do to one’s brain, especially given the situation he was in.
‘Okay…think of something else. The storm has passed for the most part, we’re just overhead and getting those little wisps that happen to shoot up every now and the-’ The plane lilted to the right again as it passed through another air pocket. He clutched to his seat, eyes wide open in slight fear as scenario after scenario popped up in his bleary vision. He could hear a few overhead compartments snapping open, spilling their items into the aisle, and wondered briefly how long it would take for them to fall from their 36,000 feet aerial climb. ‘Sheesh…only an hour and a half into a flight and already I’m going to die. My father must be rolling in his grave by now.’
Feeling rather green around the gills, he took a moment to close his eyes and breathe deeply. Why end up another screaming victim when he could act like the twenty-seven year old he was and help out anyone who might be hyperventilating.
Just like his seat neighbor needed help with his own breathing.
‘Wait…what?’ He looked over to see his seat neighbor entering the first stages of hyperventilation. ‘And I thought I was feeling ill…’
Naruto unbuckled then, steadying himself on the seat in front of him to reach underneath his seat and take out his lunch. Quickly removing the half-eaten sub and napkins, he shook the bag a few times and raised it to his neighbor’s mouth. “Hey, hey, steady there for a moment. Put this over your mouth and breathe in…” a breath, “breathe out.” Exhale. “Good. Now, keep doing that while I call for a flight attendant.”
‘Sasuke better not ask how my flight was when I get home…I might scream and just drive back to the airport.’
His nerves were shot by now anyway. All this turbulence, it was driving him insane. A sharp jerk sent him forward, knocking his head into the seat in front him and notifying him that he needed to buckle up again…after pressing the flight attendant button. His arm was shaking back and forth with the effort of trying to reach the button (stupid height…) without having an anchor to his seat, and after hitting the air button and light button several times, he hit the “call” button and flopped back into his quivering seat. He fumbled around for a bit with the buckles, missing one or the other or both, before finally attaching the ends together. ‘This is getting ridiculous…it seems this flight practically wants me to die!’
Suddenly, the shaking calmed down a notch then dissipated, with many sighs going around as panicked passengers returned to their seats, some with children in tow.
‘Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!! Right when I--…oooh that’s so mean!’ He silently cursed his luck again as the plane settled completely, leaving him somewhat exhausted after his adrenaline rush. ‘Well…at least there wasn’t any rain pelting us…that would have positively made my day.’
An hour later and Naruto driving back to their flat. He couldn’t tell whether he was happy to be home, or happy to be in a moving vehicle that he alone could control. Either way, he was practically beaming rays of sunshine at Sasuke when he walked in the door to their bedroom at noon.
“Aaah, it’s so good to be home!” he shouted as he nearly missed the bed in his flying flop. He could smell the roast beef and green beans from the kitchen, but decided the detour to their room was well worth it for seeing Sasuke.
Sasuke sniggered at him, smiling slightly at Naruto’s antics before moving over to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. Naruto, already sensing the post-flight mindset of his lover, quickly took the chance to keep his trap shut and escape his “So how was your flight?” fate. Delving into the kiss, he moved slowly into a dance of tongues, hoping to wipe his lover’s mind of all things aerospace and replace them with images of a more lewd content.
Not that he was complaining in the least, even when his ass started hurting hours later into the night. So long as Sasuke didn’t ask about the damn fli-
“So…how was your flight?”
He damned Sasuke for being an insomniac as the thunder started rolling in.
A/N: omg, wow, i bet you thought it was gonna be one of those 'oh noes it's 9.11! it's another 'naruto dies on flight 93' scenario!' oh! i so proved you wrong! XD (sorreh, i just made a complete ass of myself there, sorreh sorreh)
comments are like coffee to me D8 insta-energy!
Title: Anvil Head
Rating: PG-13 or T (for swearing...and general gayness)
Pairing: NaruSasu (i'm so stuck in the naru-seme...)
Word count/Type: 1,712/ fiction
Summary: Ever had one of those bad days, where the things you always think are going to happen, do happen? Well, that's not quite so here, but it's damn close in his opinion! Naruto flies home and Sasuke has dinner ready.
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Anvil Head
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On days like these, it was no surprise that Uzumaki Naruto would rather be inside than out. The clouds forming overhead were clear signs of severe thunderstorms; heavy rainfalls, dense fogs, increased barometric pressure at higher atmospheres.
All the more reason for him to keep off the plane headed for New York from Atlanta.
Even so, that plane was his only ticket back home in the next two days, and lord knows he wanted to be home so very badly. He missed Sasuke terribly, to a point of near depression. It was bad for him when Sasuke ignored him on occasion, much worse when Naruto had to go about his job with the National Geographic Foundation, traveling from country to country, always taking pictures and telling stories.
Not that he didn’t like the sense of adventure that came with it: he’d just prefer if his lover/fiancé could be on those expeditions with him. Sasuke was another member of the NGF, but his side was more on politics whereas Naruto stuck to geographical images and the weather side of NG. Half the time, neither of them was home to occupy their one bedroom flat on the lower side of Albany, but that was what maids were for. That and a fair pay between two wealthy photographers.
“All passengers headed for NYC at 5:15 A.M., please board flight if you are in sections D3.”
“Oh great…I’m up already.” Sighing heavily, he dragged his portable camera equipment (the ones that didn’t cost over two thousand dollars) and his lunch and, taking out his boarding pass, headed over to the ticket taker. The woman smiled at him cheerily, put his pass through the scanner then bid him “Happy Travels”. He pushed a smile onto his face in thanks and trudged his way down the ramp and into the plane. Once he’d settled himself into his seat (after beating his camera bag into the luggage compartment overhead and practically ramming the man behind him with his elbow) he took a quick peek out the window beside him.
‘Oh what luck…I caught myself a perfect view of Storm City, population; nil.’ He sighed again, closing the window shade halfway. Low thunder broiled above him, and he silently prayed that the storm would hold off until they’d safely reached their destination. ‘Not to mention that I still have to drive another two hours before I get home…Sasuke better have some dinner ready, ‘cause I’ll be starving!’
Quietly plotting out the course of his after arrival, the plane steadily filled up and prepared for take off. Engines rumbled along with the storm, broiling and bubbling to break loose, while men in orange uniforms taxied the plane onto its flight path. He could feel every bump along the runway, mostly from landings and pieces of launch material that had broken off at some point in time, until eventually, they took off, lurching to the right as the plane shifted around to follow it’s predetermined course.
An hour later and Naruto was worse for wear. The storm outside had steadily progressed, and after a glance out the bottom half of the window, he could see the beginnings of an enormous anvil head. ‘Oh God…if there is a God, please don’t let them fly the plane down into that monster…I’ll do anything, so long as I don’t end up dead in some freak aero-accident!’ His hands were shaking slightly as he pulled the window shade all the way down, ignoring the thunder and speedy flashes of lightning as best he could. He was a meteorologist for Pete’s sake! He shouldn’t be so flighty when flying (the pun escaped him there). He knew the circumstances, the statistics involved with flying during large storms, the logistics behind it all, and yet here he was, afraid to go three hours on a plane.
Besides, that was the pilot’s job, to keep them out of harm’s way while flying them to their destination. Right? Right.
He could already hear Sasuke in his head, giving unnecessary, not to mention unwanted, commentary on his thoughts.
‘Keep telling yourself that, Uzumaki. It’s only a matter of time before you end up pissing your pants and scaring your seat neighbor. Hah!’
He was already getting pissed, hearing that smug voice in his head (not that he didn’t love it elsewhere, like in his shirt, or on his pants, or in his pants…), but the voice just continued in its smooth contralto.
‘Now wouldn’t that be a sight to see? Lil’ Uzumaki Naruto, afraid to get on the airplane because there’s a big scawy storm outside, boo hoo! Geez, what are you, a little girl? I know you’re better than that you scaredy-cat!’
He was right (talking to yourself there?). He was a huge chicken-shit, despite his vast knowledge of the air and it’s doings, which probably only made it that much worse.
Everything jerked suddenly as the plane shook from passing winds. Immediately after the turbulence, the pilot came on the intercom soothe saying passengers with sweet little lies about “It was only slight turbulence” and “Nothing to worry about, folks”. Naruto began to panic. What if they crashed to the ground from severe turbulence? The odds weren’t very high, but he could end up one of those statistics if he wasn’t careful!
‘This is what I get for flying through the outer edges a category three hurricane…just my damned luck.’ He could already imagine Sasuke, watching the midnight news (it was his general hobby, what with being an insomniac) while worrying about when Naruto would make it home, only to see that his husband-to-be had been burnt to a well-done crisp in a one-in-a-million chance turbulence crash. The ultimate irony to their tender little lives would be that Naruto had just predicted said storm twelve hours before. Amazing what a bit of imagination, circumstance, wind velocity and humidity could do to one’s brain, especially given the situation he was in.
‘Okay…think of something else. The storm has passed for the most part, we’re just overhead and getting those little wisps that happen to shoot up every now and the-’ The plane lilted to the right again as it passed through another air pocket. He clutched to his seat, eyes wide open in slight fear as scenario after scenario popped up in his bleary vision. He could hear a few overhead compartments snapping open, spilling their items into the aisle, and wondered briefly how long it would take for them to fall from their 36,000 feet aerial climb. ‘Sheesh…only an hour and a half into a flight and already I’m going to die. My father must be rolling in his grave by now.’
Feeling rather green around the gills, he took a moment to close his eyes and breathe deeply. Why end up another screaming victim when he could act like the twenty-seven year old he was and help out anyone who might be hyperventilating.
Just like his seat neighbor needed help with his own breathing.
‘Wait…what?’ He looked over to see his seat neighbor entering the first stages of hyperventilation. ‘And I thought I was feeling ill…’
Naruto unbuckled then, steadying himself on the seat in front of him to reach underneath his seat and take out his lunch. Quickly removing the half-eaten sub and napkins, he shook the bag a few times and raised it to his neighbor’s mouth. “Hey, hey, steady there for a moment. Put this over your mouth and breathe in…” a breath, “breathe out.” Exhale. “Good. Now, keep doing that while I call for a flight attendant.”
‘Sasuke better not ask how my flight was when I get home…I might scream and just drive back to the airport.’
His nerves were shot by now anyway. All this turbulence, it was driving him insane. A sharp jerk sent him forward, knocking his head into the seat in front him and notifying him that he needed to buckle up again…after pressing the flight attendant button. His arm was shaking back and forth with the effort of trying to reach the button (stupid height…) without having an anchor to his seat, and after hitting the air button and light button several times, he hit the “call” button and flopped back into his quivering seat. He fumbled around for a bit with the buckles, missing one or the other or both, before finally attaching the ends together. ‘This is getting ridiculous…it seems this flight practically wants me to die!’
Suddenly, the shaking calmed down a notch then dissipated, with many sighs going around as panicked passengers returned to their seats, some with children in tow.
‘Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!! Right when I--…oooh that’s so mean!’ He silently cursed his luck again as the plane settled completely, leaving him somewhat exhausted after his adrenaline rush. ‘Well…at least there wasn’t any rain pelting us…that would have positively made my day.’
An hour later and Naruto driving back to their flat. He couldn’t tell whether he was happy to be home, or happy to be in a moving vehicle that he alone could control. Either way, he was practically beaming rays of sunshine at Sasuke when he walked in the door to their bedroom at noon.
“Aaah, it’s so good to be home!” he shouted as he nearly missed the bed in his flying flop. He could smell the roast beef and green beans from the kitchen, but decided the detour to their room was well worth it for seeing Sasuke.
Sasuke sniggered at him, smiling slightly at Naruto’s antics before moving over to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. Naruto, already sensing the post-flight mindset of his lover, quickly took the chance to keep his trap shut and escape his “So how was your flight?” fate. Delving into the kiss, he moved slowly into a dance of tongues, hoping to wipe his lover’s mind of all things aerospace and replace them with images of a more lewd content.
Not that he was complaining in the least, even when his ass started hurting hours later into the night. So long as Sasuke didn’t ask about the damn fli-
“So…how was your flight?”
He damned Sasuke for being an insomniac as the thunder started rolling in.
A/N: omg, wow, i bet you thought it was gonna be one of those 'oh noes it's 9.11! it's another 'naruto dies on flight 93' scenario!' oh! i so proved you wrong! XD (sorreh, i just made a complete ass of myself there, sorreh sorreh)
comments are like coffee to me D8 insta-energy!