[Closed] I'm taking a ride with my best friend

[eternalscorpion]

Who: Sasori (eternalscorpion) and Deidara (transient_art)
When: Evening, after this thread
Where: The skies over Anatole
Format: Paragraph
What: Deidara and Sasori begin their aerial survey of the city
Warnings: Language, high altitude awkward, angst

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[eternalscorpion]

On takeoff, Sasori's eyes widened and he grit his teeth; his stomach dropped along with the bird hurtling off the ledge. Years of absolute control were all that kept him from emitting a surprised and humiliating little cry at the sensation, although pushing chakra into his feet to stay attached was a reflex so completely ingrained that he was in no danger of slipping off. To be fair, the last time he'd ridden one of these birds he didn't even have a stomach; he'd just forgotten to properly brace himself for the force of the acceleration.

Maybe being a bit of an adrenalin junkie was part and parcel of the shinobi profession. Leaping from rooftop to rooftop and racing up walls, the deadly thrill of battle, the tension of covert infiltration...anyone who didn't have the head and heart for spending much of their working existence balancing on the knife's edge simply wouldn't last long.

So perhaps it was only natural that Sasori's discomfort gave way to exhilaration soon enough; on these flights he'd never had adrenalin rushing through his system before, had never really felt the wind whipping at his hair and tugging at his cloak, had never experienced it roaring in his ears and making his eyes water. There wasn't a hint of real fear in him; his trust in Deidara's skill was far too absolute for that. And there was a different sort of exhilaration coursing through him, thanks to the hand on his hip and Deidara hovering over him and speaking close to his ear; for a moment, he forgot to be self-conscious and awkward about it, and he grinned, turning his head just a bit to catch a glimpse of his partner's face.

"I told you before, didn't I? If you can handle it, I can."