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Yowamushi Pedal

Who: Reno and Makishima
What: Reno wanders modern Earth and takes a fool chance.
When: Modern times, in the last decade.
Where: England
Warnings: Possible smut, but everyone is of age and consenting.

A fateful night under the mistletoe just a few days after Reno stumbled into the boring-ass world called "Earth" and he ended up with a phone number and a lingering taste in his mouth. He waited a long time to call. Not months, but a couple of weeks, once he learned about the local holidays and realized they were meant for family and close friends, not date with strangers you snogged in bars. Well, depending on your upbringing, anyways, but he figured Makishima for a more quality figure than himself.

So it was that the day after Christmas, Makishima's phone rang and it wasn't someone from Japan or any of his relatives. It was the lazy drawl and accent of the guy from the bar.

"It's uh...it's Reno. Remember? From the party?" he offered up as gently as possible in case Maki didn't have the privacy to talk. Usually Reno didn't think about much, saying whatever he felt like when he felt like it, but the weeks of wandering around (which was actually more than a month for him, being as he went portal jumping in the meanwhile) gave him time to think about how not to screw everything up in the first hour. It was pretty sweet having time to make plans and rev himself up. Plus it meant time to beat the crap out of some punks to rip them off, shuck their wallets and get enough local scratch to take a guy out for a night on the town and not look like a cheap-ass.

Good times.

"Look uh, I know it's been a while but I thought you'd like time with the family and all. But apparently the holiday was done yesterday and I didn't want you to forget me" the Turk laughed, trying not to sound desperate. Fucking hard to do when you were playing out a seen from goddamn Lady and the Tramp. Good thing he'd never seen the movie. Loveless was bad enough.

"That dinner? Uhh...you hungry?"

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Maki let out a small laugh at how excited Reno sounded. Yeah it reminded him exactly of Toudou. "Hey, hey, calm down." He was chastising but there was a definite sound of amusement in his voice.

"We don't have to do it all you know." There'd be time for that wouldn't there? Unless this meeting completely tanked the good feelings he'd had from the bar. "There's plenty we can do, but ah...I'm not that familiar with the city yet." He was getting there though.

"There's a bar my team and I go to sometimes after cycling. We can go there." A bar sounded like something far more up Reno's alley than anywhere fancy which was fine by Maki. He may have come from money but he appreciated that which didn't glitter."We'll figure things out from there, sho."

Bars were definitely more Reno's style, but he did clean up nice and he was willing to be fancy for his fancy friend. Truth be told, if he were back home he'd be able to give Maki all the good things in life. Maki came from money in his world, but Reno made the money in his. Turk paychecks were no laughing matter. Unfortunately, in Maki's world, Reno had to rob people (granted, ones that tried to turn him over first) to get money.

Not that it was hard or morally challenging for someone that had killed people as part of his living.

"Hey, whatever sounds good to you sounds perfect to me. I just wanna do whatever makes you comfortable until you don't think I'm a drunk lunatic lookin' to score. I'm a sober idiot lookin' to score. Much more genteel and realistic," the redhead grinned and laughed before realizing he'd pretty much just stated his intentions to knock boots in the future.

Welllll fuck.

"I mean. That's a joke. I'm joking. It's in poor taste. Shit. My bad. I promise I'm not a total idiot. I just like the taste of my shoes, apparently."

It was a shame there wasn't some sort of instant money transaction between the worlds. Maki would be very impressed if Reno did show him the time of his life, though it really wasn't something he was gunning for. The foot in mouth comment nearly made Maki choke. That wasn't quite what he was gunning for either and listening to have quickly Reno began to backpedal actually made him laugh.

"Ah...sho..." Was Makishima Yuusuke blushing? Yes he actually was. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought of where else that kiss might have gone, but it hadn't and there was no sense in wishing for something that might not even come up. When Reno hadn't called Maki assumed he'd been right but here he was.

"I think you're right about being an idiot, sho." Maki laughed a little as proof that he was teasing Reno. He was used to dumb idiots who didn't know how to not run their mouths. He looked over at his own clock judging how long it would take him to get ready. "Meet me in 2 hours at --" He gave the address, explaining where it was in case Reno wasn't familiar with the streets.

"Aw man, come on. You're harshin' my vibe," Reno whined over the line, a smile in his voice nevertheless. He had a love of people who picked on him without being outright mean. A little push and shove was good in a friendship, let alone a relationship. He liked being on his toes.

He liked being on his back, too, so whatever got them from point A to point B was good enough for him.

"Two hours. Right...riiight. Alright, I got it written down. See you then!" he chirped into the phone, kissing the receiver before hanging up. No saying goodbye for him, he had to get his ass to the spot!

Two hours later, Reno was already at the location, dressed nicely enough in a suit pretty identical to the one before, although it was freshly pressed and smelled of clean linen and surprisingly subtle cologne for one so overbearing. He was leaning lazily against the outside wall, hands in his pockets and looking like a well-dressed thug who belonged right where he was. He looked at home there, waiting for the next mark, his bright red hair hanging in his face over the goggles perpetually attached to his head. blue eyes sliding over everyone that passed, measuring them like a predator. It all changed the second he saw Maki, though. A flash of green caught his eye and the Turk was on his feet and charging over with a grin, throwing an arm around the teen's shoulder.

"Heyyyy! You made it! And here I was sure a guy like you would come to his senses and realize he had better taste!"

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"Ah..." Maki heard the kiss and it did nothing to help that blush on his face. He hung up, swinging his legs off the bed and rushing to take a shower and get ready for his first ever date. At least Reno wouldn't have any marks of comparison to compete against.

It took him less than two hours to get ready, but he didn't want to seem over eager and be the one waiting. He took his time walking to the bar and when he got there it would have been impossible to miss Reno. That red-hair could be seen a mile away and it reminded Maki of Naruko. The two might actually like each other when they weren't arguing as the red-head was prone to do. It made Maki smile.

"Yo," He raised a hand in greeting. His own outfit was as outlandish as it had been the night the two had met. That night he'd been wearing a long sleeved button up with green and blue vertical stripes and dark olive slacks, tonight underneath his orange peacoat there was a teal paisley shirt that was tucked into a pair of slim navy slacks and cream colored oxfords on his feet. Around his neck was a gold necklace with thick links that he'd been wearing before.

Truth be told it had taken Makishima a longer time than normal to get dressed. He really didn't care much what others thought about his fashion sense but that didn't mean he didn't take some pride in it.

His body swayed with the force of Reno's arm but he laughed lightly despite it. The slight smell of cologne wafted into Maki's nose and he had to admit that despite Reno's flashy appearance he had some taste after all.

"Ah...Well you haven't proven me wrong yet, sho." He grinned tilting away a bit as if he were trying to get out from Reno's arm but not making any actual forceful movements to do it.

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Nevertheless, Reno loosened his grip a bit, taking the opportunity to slide his hand down to loop around Maki's back, guiding him gently towards the bar with a grin and waggle of one brow.

"Lookin' mighty fine, there. I dig the bright colors and bold patterns. It's definitely you," he remarked, nodding to the teen's hair by way of indicating his assessment was based on Maki's choices and not Reno's assumed knowledge of him personally. He did like it, though. Really popped where Reno was obligated to wear dark uniforms all the time. He longed to show his individuality, and broke dress code with his goggles and untucked, often rumpled shirts, but past that he wasn't willing to piss off the boss more than he already did.

"Give it time," Reno assured the cyclist, rolling his eyes and twirling the finger of his free hand in the air before using the palm to push the bar door open. "I'm public enemy number one, back home. You don't know what you're gotten yourself into. You're doomed, babe."

"Ha! You don't even know me yet, sho." The yet was a definite keyword and Maki was teasing anyway as he got the reference. He really did hope they could get to know each other better, and that Reno actually liked the bright colors of his outfit really made a good impression with him. Not many people actually appreciated his sense of style.

"Tch..." He stepped inside, looking back at Reno as he walked past to indicate to the hostess that they needed a seat for two. "So where exactly are you from?" Maki was still trying to figure out Reno's accent. It wasn't Japanese, it wasn't British, American maybe? It was hard to tell, but it wasn't one he'd heard before.

Heading to the booth, Maki shrugged off his jacket and sat down as the hostess handed out their menus and advised their waiter would be right over.

At the booth, Reno considered sitting on the opposite side, trying to make polite distance or preserve the moral bias of other patrons. In the end, he decided they could go fuck themselves, and plopped down into the booth next to Maki instead. He didn't try to get cozy, but the lack of real distance and a table between them was clear enough as he propped his cheek in his hand and leaned against the table with a smile.

"Midgar. Not too far from a little farm town called Kalm. Juno isn't far away, either. Further than Kalm, though. I don't really hang out any of those places though. I'm more partial to the streets of lower plate Midgar. Or I'll hang out in Wutai when I'm off duty," he mused, shrugging slightly and glancing over the courtesy glasses of water left for them. Water? Please. He was going to need something a hell of a lot stronger than that if he wasn't going to fall flat on his face on what was his first honest date in...well, maybe ever. He wasn't sure taking a hooker out for dinner was really a date.

"What about you? Where are you from? You sound different from all the people around here. They're all kind of...I dunno. Snobby, I guess. And drag on forever when they talk, but you've got this real nice...uh...kinda drawl? Maybe. I dunno. I like the way you talk. The rest is irrelevant, I suppose. Where we're from doesn't have a lot to do with where we're going."

"Nh!" Maki hadn't expected that. He'd sat more in the middle of the booth so when Reno took up the rest of the space he didn't have much of a choice but to scoot further down. His cheeks were burning read and he was looking both flustered and embarrassed by the action. Yup he'd been right about Reno being that type of pushy personality. Maki must have been crazy to be attracted to him.

The embarrassment gave way to confusion as Reno explained his origins. It didn't make any sense at all. He'd never heard of these places before and the more Reno talked the more Maki was starting to wonder if he hadn't actually picked up a crazy person. The implication that where they were going was going to be to the bed hadn't completely fizzled away. Maki hoped Reno didn't think he was going to just give it up on the first date, though maybe the bar the first time would have been the first date? He really wasn't too sure. Either way as much as Reno wanted to ignore their origins that was going to be really hard for Maki.

"I don't know where any of those places are." And it wasn't as if his geography was that horrible either. If it was Naruko maybe Reno could have gotten away with it. "Where is that?" That Reno might not recognize Maki's own origins was a given. He'd found many Asians were mistaken for other branches of Asian rather readily in an otherwise Caucasian culture.

"Um...Well, Midgar is a little south and west of Kalm. Juno is across the bay and Wutai is part of the islands. That's pretty far from home, though. Here, look!" Reno sniffed, digging in his pocket for his phone and flipping it open. Pip pip pi, the keys went, then he turned the screen towards Maki, leaning in a bit to show a series of photos.

"This is Midgar," he said, clicking around to photos of what looked like a heavily industrialized version of old Chicago. there were brick buildings mixed in with metal factories, people walking around and Reno taking a selfie in front of a huge banner advertising some play called "Loveless".

"This...hang on...gotta find it," pip pip pip, "This is Kalm," he offered, showing a quaint little village of sorts that looked a lot like a French township, vines growing on the sides of gray-stone homes, cobblestone streets and Reno taking another selfie with an over-sized mug of beer.

"Oh, oh, this is Wutai! Man, i love Wutai. Too bad they're always buttin' heads with the government and shit," he mumbled, showing a series of photos, no selfies, depicting beautiful rock formations, jungle edges and clearly very East Asian architecture, including massive stone statues carved into the sides of the cliffs, though whether it was Buddha or something else was impossible to tell at the distance from which the photos were taken.

"This is me and the guys," he beamed proudly, flicking to a photo of a large group of people, all in uniform, most of them far more put-together than Reno, who smirked at whoever took the photo for him.

"Man, that's an old one. I never delete shit," he murmured fondly, leaning back a bit to look at the photo himself before clicking over and brightening.

"Oh, oh! This is me and my partner. He's Rude. I mean like, that's his name. Rude. He's alright. Doesn't talk much."

he nodded, leaning back in the seat again and going through more photos before snapping his phone closed and setting it on the table, through with the virtual tour. At least he'd obviously been places, even if Maki had never heard of them.

"You still haven't said where you're from," Reno observed, arching a brow slowly.

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Maki was frowning a little but his nerves and concern over potentially dealing with some weirdo were calmed by the pictures. No it didn't look like anywhere that Maki knew or had been to, but there were thousands of cities in the world and perhaps Reno actually knew some things he didn't. It was clear from the diversity of the pictures that Reno traveled in his work which meant he had to have some money. He had to wonder then what Reno was doing here in England, but of course then Reno brought up Maki's own lack of answer.

Lucky for the both the waiter came then to get their orders. Maki had been here enough time to know to order an appetizer he knew he liked and hopefully Reno would too, but they'd wait on actual food until both had a chance to look over the menu properly.

With the waiter gone again, Maki supposed he could answer the question of his own origins.

"I'm from Japan, Chiba prefecture. I'm here for college."

He had no idea what those places were in the weeks before, but since he'd had time to study up, Reno was able to nod with an impressed look. It paid to be observant, and in the time he waited to call Maki back, the Turk had done his research.

"Long way from home, but for a good cause. That's pretty admirable," he mused after ordering a real drink, a light chaser and some onion rings. what? He was a man of simple pleasures. Beer and onion rings were the light meal of the hungry man.

"I've never been, but I'd love to visit. Probably right up my alley," he remarked, reminded of the pictures he'd seen in the book he'd flipped through. Looked kind of like Wutai in some places.

"I might be uncultured as hell to some people, but I love experiencing other cultures. Wutai is one of my favorite places to go for work, even if I hate rough living - they don't have like...AC and stuff out there. It's real rural. But man, the buildings are awesome, the people are really cool and the statues are neat. You got stuff kinda like that in Japan, right? Big cities, too, though. I like that. City life and traditional culture right next to each other. Sounds like my thing," he nodded, sniffing faintly and thanking the server that brought over their first set of ordered drinks. in that moment, maybe Maki could see it, the potential for someone like Reno in Japan. Yakuza, no question. He didn't have the tattoos as far as it looked, and he might have looked more Korean than Japanese, strictly speaking, but it was there in the tone and the way he carried himself.

If it weren't for the uniforms in the photos he could have been a gangster, easily. whatever he did for a living was obviously more structured, but only just, if they hired someone like the redhead.

Maki nodded. "Chiba's more suburban, but there are a lot of nice areas to cycle. Hokogaku is nicer, there's a great mountain path to ride." He was smiling as he talked about cycling. If there was one thing Maki truly loved it was that.

"Maybe if your not busy with work we can go back together some day." Maki knew it was a little forward and suggested that this was going to be something more than just this one date and whatever else may happen. He really wasn't thinking that Reno's profession could somehow be gang related, he just didn't think that way though if Naruko or Onoda was here either of them might have made the logical jump, but it went right over Maki's head.

That it was however something unconventional wasn't outside the realm of assumption. Maki wanted to ask, but he was also a little worried about what he might find out. He took his own drink, mineral water with lemon thanks, and stole one of Reno's onion rings.

Probably best not to ask, since Reno wasn't keeping any secrets. He didn't lie, he just didn't tell the whole truth, either. He told Maki precisely where he was from, without direct details, but if he were asked? He'd probably tell the truth anyways, because honesty was the only thing you gave a high-quality person like Makishima. even if it totally screwed you.

"I'd like that," the redhead replied with a slow smile, pleased by the light overture. Reaching up and scratching the side of his nose, he glanced away, shrugging slightly.

"Well, if you're ever interested in traveling with me, there's that, too. I can tell you right now, the kinda mountains we have back where I'm from are something to behold. And cycling in the city would be real easy, too, since not a lot of people own cars or anything and bikes are pretty rare, too. Everyone uses the trains and stuff. I think you'd like it."

"Ah ha...that does sound nice. It's not so bad in the country, but in the city you can have some real jerks." He'd had more than one car honk at him thinking they had the right of way. People could be woefully ignorant about proper bike etiquette versus an actual motor vehicle.

He really wasn't sure what else they could talk about. Never mind that they were two complete strangers, Makishima was simply horrible at small talk.

He stoke another one of Reno's onion rings, favoring them to the fried cheese he had ordered for himself. Not that the fried cheese wasn't good but he knew from experience they'd be really hot if he tried to eat them right away and a burnt tongue wasn't something he wanted to deal with right then and there.

Reno wasn't quite as quick on the eating draw as Maki, snagging a cheese stick in retaliation for his onion rings being eaten, only to have to sit and reverse blow long enough to save his tongue. Divine retribution, he supposed. Don't steal from the date. He'd have grumbled if he wasn't distracted by the sudden silence. Unsure if it was Maki floundering for subject matter or the teen simply trailing off, Reno took his own chances.

"I don't actually know how to ride a bike," he stated, taking a sip of his ordered Guinness to simmer down before looking over at Maki with a nod.

"Not even kidding. Never been on one in my whole life. Never had a reason to. Always either walked everywhere or took the train. You sound pretty passionate about it, though, so there's gotta be somethin' to it."

He smirked and snickered at Reno's distress at the hot stick of cheese. He deserved it. There were far less of the mozzarella sticks than the onion rings, but Maki had gotten them to share after all. "You should wait for those to cool off," He teased.

The admission that Reno had never actually learned how to ride a bike genuinely shocked and surprised Maki. He leaned closer towards Reno, eyes wide and surprised. "N-Never? Are you serious?" How had he never learned to ride a bike?

OKay sure maybe their city wasn't really set up for it, but every kid learned how to ride a bike didn't they?

He leaned back in his seat, staring at Reno with a teasing smile on his face. "I guess that's something we'll have to fix, sho." He grinned. "There's nothing better than riding a bike!" Okay maybe sex, but Maki hadn't had that yet, so he really couldn't judge.

"Nothing? I find that extremely difficult to believe," Reno replied with a dubious expression, plucking up an onion ring and munching itas he began browsing the menu in earnest.

"I can think of a few things that are probably better. How about you teach me how to ride a bike and I teach you something else?" he asked, not looking up from the menu as he delivered the casual comment. The real intent was nonsexual, since he had a lot of things he could do that he bet Maki couldn't, but if the teen took it sexually, all the more fun for conversation.

He was being careful not to make his own usual pushy overtures, no tugs and touches, no kisses or groping. He wasn't paying Maki to spend time with him, he was paying other people to make the time spent together more enriched. Like with food and shit. So expecting to get laid was out of the question. At least until like...what...date 3? What was the etiquette for that? He'd have to look it up later, or just cross his fingers that Maki was so interested in him that they dispensed with propriety and did whatever came natural.

Reno wasn't the kind of person to lose respect for someone that went down on even the first date. He had more respect for people that were just honest. He'd bone before he even knew a person's name, really. getting to know then afterwards was fine, too. Maki was obviously a different caliber, but one could always stand to be surprised.

"I dunno what a steak pie is, but I love steak and I love pie, so shit, might as well get that. What do you recommend? I'm relying on you to keep me from poisoning myself here, yo."

Maki wasn't exactly savvy on the etiquette of dates and sex. He knew enough to know that doing anything on the first date, and definitely doing anything when they first met, would have been out of the question. He'd be lying if he said there wasn't an attraction there. Maybe Maki had a thing for pushy people.

"Heh...Okay! You're on." Maki picked up one of the mozzarella sticks, dipped it and put it into his mouth in an unconsciously sexy manner.

He looked over Reno's shoulder at the menu. He had a feeling Reno was more of a meat eater so the salads were probably out. "Sho...Everything is good, but you might like that." He pointed to beef wellington."

"Would I? Well, alright then," he replied, turning his head enough that their noses brushed briefly and he smiled broadly. Shouldn't have peeked over his shoulder if he didn't want at least a little teasing. reno's blue eyes flicked away again, scanning the menu and pointing out the dessert section as well.

"You like sweets? I like pretty much anything bad for me. split something with me so we both feel less guilty?"

The sudden touch of their noses in what was typically known as an Eskimo kiss made Maki blush. He looked away, cheeks burning hotly and he let out a nervous laugh. Wow that was smooth, Reno.

"Ha ha, sure. Whatever you want, sho." He grinned nervously. Maki liked sweets, and savory things too. The idea of sharing food, especially dessert, sounded extremely romantic to Makishima and he had to appreciate the idea. Reno was doing a good job of wooing the climber.

The waiter came back right on time, asking their orders where Maki asked for the potted shrimp with pickles. It wasn't an overly huge dish, but as thin as Maki was it wasn't too hard to infer that perhaps he wasn't really a big eater.

The redhead didn't mind if his date ate heavy or light, as long as he ate and enjoyed himself. for his part, reno took Maki's advice on the order, though he did pick a dessert of some sort of bread pudding with some crap on it called anglaise. He had no idea what any of it was, but hey, he was an adventurous guy.

While they waited for the food, Reno leaned back in the booth, folding his arm across his chest to avoid the old stretch and wrap an arm around technique. Smooth? Him? Not so much, but everyone had a lucky day.

"So this bike thing. That what you're going to school for or uh...something you do just for yourself?" he asked, carrying on the light chatter while attempting to learn more about his companion.

That Reno didn't try for the whole arm stretch trick actually amused Maki. He could honestly say he appreciated it though as the date continued he had to wonder if maybe he wouldn't mind that kind of physical attention. He smiled, the expression oddly natural around this strange red-head and it only seemed to grow when Reno brought up cycling again.

"It's the greatest thing, sho!" He raised a hand in a gesture that said it was only the best thing in the world. "I'm the climber for my school's team but ah..." He shook his head as he lowered his hand. "I don't think I'll be going pro. That's something for people like Kinjou and Fukutomi." He waved his hand back and forth as he spoke as if each word had a gesture to it.

He was sure both captains would have great things in store for them. They were aces, not one trick ponies, though Maki was still breaking some serious records here with his climbing ability. It was all for fun though.

What Reno didn't do by way of cliche physical attempts he made up for with the more subtle tells. Turning in the booth enough to draw one leg up in the seat, he leaned forward just a little, reclining against the table with one arm, the other resting against his lap as he tilted his head and really listened to the teen. Pursing his lips and nodding slowly at Maki's obvious enthusiasm, Reno smirked and cocked a brow.

"It's the greatest thing, but you're not interested in pursuing it further? Seems to me like you're clipping the bird's wings, man. If you're passionate about something, you shouldn't let anything get in your way, yo. Nothin'. Besides, man, what's life without adventure and risks? I dunno who Kinko Biloba and Fuk-U-Too are - friends or something? - but you obviously love the shit. Still, I'm not really one to talk. I didn't exactly see myself in the position I'm in back when I was a kid. Though I can definitely say I'm a pretty good warning for what happens if you don't go for what you love," the redhead laughed, lowering his head enough to scratch at his eyebrow and look away, obviously embarrassed.

"I just think a lot of people are better served following their hearts instead of doing sensible, safe things. Sometimes those things aren't any safer or sensible than the alternative - we're just too afraid to risk finding out what we went after wasn't what we wanted. All the while what we should be seeing is the fun we had in getting there."

"A-ah...well..." Maki rubbed at the side of his head and blushed. He couldn't help but laugh at the poor way in which Reno tried to say Kinjou and Fukutomi's name and he made a mental note to try and correct him on that when he got the chance.

"There are other things I want to do too, sho." He smiled and played with one of his mozzarella sticks like he just needed to do something with his hands. "I'm actually going into school for fashion, sho." He grinned over at Reno. "My cycling might not make headlines but my clothing will."

There was always the hobby of cycling after all, and as long as Maki had time to do that it was all he really needed. For now he'd be happy competing with his team, but never professionally.

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