FFVII ~ 7 minutes in Heaven: Rude

“Seven?” you ask, already on your feet and raring to go. Now unfortunately for whoever the person is that you'll be spending seven minutes with, you're in the middle of a mega sugar-rush. Unlucky them.
You falter for a second when you see who it is that stands up; not really knowing Reno's partner, Rude, that well, but it doesn't faze you for long.

“Let's go Agent J!” You say, throwing your arm out to point at the closet. As you dash off into the small, dark room, Rude turns to Reno,
“Agent J?”
He shrugs,
“It's the outfit.”
As Rude is left to puzzle over your reference, Reno takes it upon himself to send Rude hurtling into the closet as fast as he can so he can spend some quality time with you! He gets behind his partner and gives him a prompt shoulder-barge in the back, sending him tumbling into the darkness of the closet.
Already inside, you're comfortably sat on the wooden floor when Rude comes flying in over-head. You scream and throw your hand up to protect yourself, only to hear a gruff 'sorry' and a lot of laughing from outside. You get a quick glance at Rude above you, his arms against the wall holding himself up, before the door is shut and everything goes black.
There's a silent pause.
“Well...this is creepy.” You say, surprised by how quiet it is. You attempt to 'break the ice', “Hey, Agent J, I bet you can't see a thing with those shades on, huh?”
You hear a small amount of stumbling and then you hear Rude stop by the door. The next thing you know you're being blinded by light. You hiss,
“You could have warned me!”
Rude sighs. This is going to be a long seven minutes.
“My apologies.”
He sits himself down on the ground next to the door, his back resting against it. You look at him, not able to tell what he's looking at from behind his glasses. For a moment you fall into another silence, then you say something that nearly scares Rude witless;
“Can you give me your clothes?”
“What?”
You grin, clapping your hands together,
“I want to put your clothes on!”
For a moment Rude contemplates barging the door down with his head and running for his dear life, but decides against it after looking at your innocently happy face. Maybe he just hasn't understood the question...? You interrupt his thoughts, saying loudly;
“Well you see- it's not that I'm weird or anything- I just want to, you know,” You clasp your hands together and imitate a gun, “Be one of the men in black!”
The light finally flickers on in the back of Rude's head. 'Agent J'... Aah it all makes sense now!
Rude smiles at your brightness, but shakes his head.
“Sorry, kid, I can't let you wear 'em.”
You pout,
“How come?”
“It's official Turk uniform.”
You point a finger at him,
“But you're not at work; you're at a party.”
Rude goes to say something, but you do have a point, so he closes his mouth. After a pause he says,
“You still can't.”
You give out an exasperated sigh and fall back against the wall, your arms folded over your chest sulkily.
“You're no fun!”
Rude looks at you, momentarily shocked. That's weird... Reno had said the same thing to him earlier today....-pah! What did he know? He was drunk at the time anyway!
Rude sighs, deciding to ignore you for a while- hoping you'll get bored- and leans his head back against the door. He shuts his eyes.
'Damn,' you think, 'damn, damn, damn!'
You've annoyed him. Oh great. And you had thought you two could have been really good friends too!
You prop your chin on your knuckles, staring at Rude with his head lolled back against the door. You're starting to come down from your sugar-rush now and so you can see you're being a bother to him. All you'd wanted was to be one of the men in black – just for fun, buuuuuut now that isn't going to happen. You sigh again, switching positions to have your chin resting on your knees. You pout.
Rude pulls his head up again, looking at you momentarily. Huh? That's weird. You look really...sad. You weren't like that two minutes ago.
He sighs, pulling himself up completely so he's leaning forward, his arms wrapped around his knees loosely,
“Hey, kid, what's your name?”
You look at him, giving him a half-hearted smile,
“____.”
He nods his head, registering the name he secretly already knew,
“I'm-”
“-Rude, I know.”
He cocks his head to the side,
“How do you-”
“-Reno talks about you a lot.”
Rude sits back again.
“Huh...”
You giggle slightly; more because you're glad he's talking to you rather than anything else, but also a little to do with the expression he's pulling. He seems to have gone into deep thought.
“What's up?” You ask. He seems to blank you for a second, then he snaps to reality and says,
“It's nothing. I just remember something Reno told me...” 'about you.
He smiles to himself behind the sleeve of his shirt as he pretends to cough.
You laugh, shaking your head slightly. Reno always said he was a weird one.
A moment passes and then Rude says - out of the blue - something that makes your eyes sparkle,
“Do you still want to wear my suit?”
You start to grin.
“Yeah!” 'I wonder what made him change his mind...'
Rude nods, pulling himself up from the floor, also removing his jacket at the same time. He takes it off and holds it out to you.
“Hold this a second.”
You take it off him, then he proceeds to slacken his tie and undo the buttons of his shirt, revealing- HOLD UP! WHAT!?
You yelp, shielding your eyes with Rude's jacket. He looks at you with an amused expression, still unbuttoning his shirt.
“What's wrong, ____?”
“What are you doing!?”
He chuckles slightly,
“Letting you wear my clothes, what else?”
Hidden behind Rude's jacket your face is as red as a tomato,
“But- but- but-”
“You'd forgotten that would leave me almost completely naked, didn't you?”
You nod your head rapidly. Rude smiles again. Ah, Reno had told him that you were innocently naïve. He hadn't realised until now quite how right Reno had been.
Rude pulls his tie off and slips out of his shirt, handing them into the pile squashed up against your eyes, then unbuttons his trousers. You squeak, hearing the zipper. Man, you hadn't thought this through. A second later and a pair of trousers land over your head.
“Hey!” You yell; muffled by the clothes. There is no reply. You shake the trousers off your head; still holding the bundle of clothing to your eyes just in case, and ask,
“Rude...? Where are you? Still in here?”
Slowly, uneasily you pull the bundle from in front of your eyes, peeping just over the top of them into the room. You don't see anyone - but the door's still closed...? Huh?
You shriek, dropping the clothes on the floor as Rude pops up in front of you. He laughs at your now-purely-white face. After regaining your senses you smack Rude on the shoulder,
“That wasn't nice, Rude!”
He smiles at you softly,
“If I was an alien, you'd be dead by now, ____.” You stand back slightly, surprised at your own fault - And you thought you'd trained yourself so well, too!
Rude steps forward, placing a hand on your hip, reaching up with the other to remove his sunglasses. When they're off he puts his other hand on your other hip and, with you stunned into silence, he leans down and whispers,
“I think I'll have to give you extra training, huh?”
You don't get time to clear your throat before Rude leans in, pressing his lips to yours so softly you can barely tell they're there.
When he pulls away he notices the stain of pink on your cheeks and smiles.
“What's wrong? Alien got your tongue?”
You stutter momentarily, then say in a hoarse whisper,
“One, I could whup your ass if we had to fight a real alien, and two,” you reach forward, inching your arms around his neck, “you should take those glasses off more often. Your eyes are gorgeous.”
And with that said you almost leap forward into his – unknowingly longing – arms and smash your lips against his.
Just then, as is sod's law, the door opens to an array of people; Reno at the head. He leans on the door-frame, folding his arms across his chest smugly.
“People owe me money.” He looks over his shoulder at the others, then back at the pair of you, “And you better get your clothes on before the Boss gets back.”
He gives you a quick wink then turns round, kicking his leg out to get everyone out of the way, then slams the door behind him, giving you two some privacy.