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Drabble. Very Rushed. Involves Pilot!Shinji. Not posted anywhere else as it has no plot nor seriousness at all. :P
Title: Flight 1549
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Word Count: 337
Notes: Dedicated firstly to the pilot of DL1549 to Mobile on 12/21/06, who has forever changed my mental image of Shinji. And, of course, to moonythestrals, who wanted Shinji/Jirou.
"....welcome to Flight 1166 to Tokyo International Airport. This is your captain speaking....We are right now leaving the gate and should arrive in Tokyo in an hour and twenty minutes if weather allows....which it looks like it will allow. Please pay attention to the flight attendants as they come around to give the safety demonstration....I hope you'll have a good flight."
"... ..."
"....but, still, why do they make us include the demonstration in every flight? It's not like anyone ever watches properly....The one time I was outside of the cockpit, I saw maybe ten people actually paying attention. I guess they'd all never flown before."
"And I don't like having to give that speech every time before we take off....I don't think people can judge their pilots very well, based on the two sentences they hear them say. Why couldn't I have a copilot who'll occasionally do their share of the talking?....Though, you can't hear me right now, can y - "
The door to the cockpit clanked open to admit a very scandalized-looking flight attendant. "Captain!! You're still on the intercom!"
She then stomps off, having seen nothing to ameliorate her expression.
The pilot blinks once.
"Oh....sunmason."
Having switched off the intercom, Captain Ibu Shinji sits for a few seconds, before setting to work and deftly removing the sleeping form of his copilot from his shoulder.
Propping the latter more-or-less upright in his own seat, Shinji gives him an experimental poke. "....Jirou."
He really should have known better than to wait for the unexpected. Shinji sighs, sits back, and decides as always that it wasn't unreasonable to allow his copilot a few more minutes of sleep. At least until the end of the safety demonstration. (To which, he has no doubt, the entire cabin was probably paying impeccable attention.)
By himself, he coaxes the plane further from the gate, one hand tangled in Jirou's curls. Which, he notes absently, are the exact same color as the pale sun hovering, half-risen, over the still-silent runway.
Title: Flight 1549
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Word Count: 337
Notes: Dedicated firstly to the pilot of DL1549 to Mobile on 12/21/06, who has forever changed my mental image of Shinji. And, of course, to moonythestrals, who wanted Shinji/Jirou.
"....welcome to Flight 1166 to Tokyo International Airport. This is your captain speaking....We are right now leaving the gate and should arrive in Tokyo in an hour and twenty minutes if weather allows....which it looks like it will allow. Please pay attention to the flight attendants as they come around to give the safety demonstration....I hope you'll have a good flight."
"... ..."
"....but, still, why do they make us include the demonstration in every flight? It's not like anyone ever watches properly....The one time I was outside of the cockpit, I saw maybe ten people actually paying attention. I guess they'd all never flown before."
"And I don't like having to give that speech every time before we take off....I don't think people can judge their pilots very well, based on the two sentences they hear them say. Why couldn't I have a copilot who'll occasionally do their share of the talking?....Though, you can't hear me right now, can y - "
The door to the cockpit clanked open to admit a very scandalized-looking flight attendant. "Captain!! You're still on the intercom!"
She then stomps off, having seen nothing to ameliorate her expression.
The pilot blinks once.
"Oh....sunmason."
Having switched off the intercom, Captain Ibu Shinji sits for a few seconds, before setting to work and deftly removing the sleeping form of his copilot from his shoulder.
Propping the latter more-or-less upright in his own seat, Shinji gives him an experimental poke. "....Jirou."
He really should have known better than to wait for the unexpected. Shinji sighs, sits back, and decides as always that it wasn't unreasonable to allow his copilot a few more minutes of sleep. At least until the end of the safety demonstration. (To which, he has no doubt, the entire cabin was probably paying impeccable attention.)
By himself, he coaxes the plane further from the gate, one hand tangled in Jirou's curls. Which, he notes absently, are the exact same color as the pale sun hovering, half-risen, over the still-silent runway.