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ice-ice-taeyong · 7 years ago

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GenRai Week: Day 4

Prompt: Bodyguard Rating: Teen Word Count: 1,081 Warnings: mild violence, but nothing really Summary: When the Godaime got that particular smirk, shinobi everywhere got a chill going down their spine. This was going to end poorly. I’m sorry guys. The last one was short and angsty, but I prewrote all of these and scheduled the posts last minute. Also, this is supposed to be a ship week yet nothing romantic is happening. Next time, hopefully.

The three boys lined up in the Hokage’s office all simultaneously felt their stomachs flip over and their hearts stop when the Godaime, Tsunade, gave that smirk. Hatake Kakashi, ex-anbu and S-ranked jounin, Shiranui Genma, tokubetsu jounin and expert assassin, and Namiashi Raidou, also tokubetsu jounin and bodyguard all flinched under the implication. No shinobi was ever given a good mission when Tsunade smirked like that. “Hatake, you will be captain. You, Shiranui, and Namiashi will escort Takahashi Itsuki, a diplomat from Tea Country all the way to Suna. You will meet Takahashi-san at a tea house at this location,” Tsunade pointed to a place on a huge map that spread the length of her desk. Kakashi lifted his hitai-ate to expose his sharingan, memorizing the location. After he had done so, Tsunade continued. “And then you will take the target to Suna. I expect you three to leave the village before nightfall tonight. Any questions?” She lifted a brow and the three shook their heads. “Good. Dismissed.”

Genma was despairing, and the mission had only just started. When he and Raidou woke up, tangles in each other’s limbs, the sun just starting to peek over Hokage Monument, he was delighted that the summons bird carried a mission for the both of them. Genma had gotten back from a short mission a few days ago and the two loathed to be apart so soon. When the two arrived in the lobby of Hokage tower two minutes early for their meeting they were surprised to see Hatake Kakashi already waiting. Maybe he was waiting for Iruka? The chunin was known for working all night and the jounin known for dragging him to a bed and food. But when Hatake saw them he scowled slightly behind his mask. Genma and Raidou sometimes drank with Hatake when their group of friends went out together to the Shinobi’s Shuriken, but they weren’t that close. Raidou was the one to speak first, offering up a friendly smile and a small wave. Hatake gave his finger wave back, expression softening slightly. “Yo. The Godaime called you in too?” he asked casually. Genma wondered briefly if all that easiness was just an act. Once again Raidou answered, although he did reach out to squeeze Genma’s hand. It was unusual for Gen to be this quiet around a friend. “Yeah. We’re together on a mission. Think we’ve been assigned the same one?” Hatake nodded and Raidou nodded back. Genma was about to say something. If the three of them were together on a mission it must be pretty big. They were all very talented, and while Genma often has someone else with him because assassinations could go bad quick, Kakashi is practically famous. But before any other words were exchanged Shizune entered the room and signaled for them to go up. With one last hand squeeze, Genma and Raidou separated.

In the way only mentally unstable, ex-anbu, S-ranked jounin, I-have-a-bingo-book-entry-longer-than-I-am-tall shinobi could manage, the mission was getting completely out of fucking hand. Yes, I am looking at you Hatake Kakashi. Genma was despairing. So far the three-man team had gotten lost no fewer than three times, lost their target, missed the meeting place, were attacked by a pack of rogue nin, and were now wandering around the desert because no one could find their way to Suna. Much to the amusement of the Tea country diplomat, a young man with light shinobi training. He was just as hopelessly lost as they were, having never left Tea, but when he discovered he would be escorted by the famous Copy-nin Hatake Kakashi he was excited. And then both their target and Genma and Raidou learned that like most successful, genius jounin he was totally fucking crazy. Well, Raidou had used the term “eccentric” when they were lying together one night. They had stopped for the night and Kakashi offered to take first watch and the young diplomat was asleep in two seconds so Genma convinced Raidou to indulge in a little closeness. That was one of the best damn nights on this mess of a mission.

One week into Team Kakashi’s mission they arrived in Suna. The diplomat did his thing and three days later the group was resupplied and with a few pleasant words to the Kazekage, a friend of Kakashi’s old student, they were off. This time Genma was the one to memorize the maps. A good thing too because halfway out of the desert three Kumo nin came along on an assassination mission of their own. Raidou had paled the instant they came into sight. Genma just gnashed his teeth around his senbon and ordered their target to stay back, hidden and out of sight. Kakashi asked what this was about. “I had a mission in Kumo a month back. I had to take out a few particularly nasty people pretty high up on the food chain. On my way out, I was caught. I got out, but it seems someone is still unhappy.” Genma explained, eyes narrowing as he readied his senbon. Kakashi nodded and fell back a little, leaving Genma at the front with Raidou and Kakashi fanned out to his side, protecting his blind spots. The fight was dirty and dragged out for several hours, both sides nearly equal. Eventually, it was Kakashi who pulled some crazy jutsu with his sharingan. Unfortunately, this resulted in Kakashi falling to the ground in a pile of chakra-exhausted jounin. Raidou finished off the last nin while Genma rushed to his captain, giving him a little draught he designed himself. Kakashi probably wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, but what Genma gave him would start his body’s process of creating new chakra. The bodies were disposed of and then with Kakashi on Raidou’s back the ninja and their target went off.

They got back to Konoha without further incident. Kakashi was hoisted off onto Tsunade and her pink-haired student. The girl saw Kakashi and huffed muttering “I’m going to kill him, this is the third time he’s done this….” Needless to say, Genma and Raidou gave a condensed report and fled the Hokage’s office so the medics could work. Back in their own apartment, Genma and Raidou fell together in bed. They cuddled close, arms around the other and legs tangled together. Breath mingling as they slowly kissed. Then falling steady together as they both slept better than they ever had apart.

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gaelle-kashiira · 7 years ago

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Jours 1 et 2

I make just a little copy/paste of “Pas de deux” my contribution for GenRai Week 2017. Hope you’ll enjoy ?

Day 1 : Ne meurs pas

— Ne meurs pas ! Ne meurs pas ! Ne meurs pas !

Les mains éclairées d’une douce lueur verte, Genma répète ces quelques mots en boucle, à la façon d’un mantra. Entièrement concentré sur son compagnon inerte, il tente de le garder en vie encore un peu. Juste un tout petit peu !

Ebisu est parti chercher de l’aide. Peut-être Chouza-sensei ? Ou en tout cas quelqu’un de plus compétent que lui pour soigner cet idiot. Il y a quelque chose d’affolant à voir Gai immobile comme ça.

/Il bouge pas ! Pourquoi il bouge pas ! Meurs pas, Gai ! Meurs pas ! T’as pas le droit !/

— Allez bougre d’âne ! Pense à la gloire de la jeunesse ! À un truc comme ça !

Il y a des larmes dans la voix de Genma. Il n’a que dix ans mais il se retrouve au cœur d’une guerre dont il ignorera le nom encore quelque temps. Tout ce qu’il sait, c’est que ses amis meurent les uns après les autres et qu’il apprend le métier de shinobi à la dure. Il n’a eu le temps que d’apprendre qu’un jutsu de guérison avant de se retrouver sur un champ de bataille.

Et celui-ci ne sera pas suffisant !

Il perd Gai malgré tous ses efforts !

Toutes les forces qu’il n’a plus, il les jette dans le sort de guérison… qui ne fonctionne pas. Qui ne lui permet que de gagner que quelques secondes de plus et puis quelques autres et encore, encore… Jusqu’à ce que ses forces finissent de s’épuiser.

S’il te plaît ! Me laisse pas tout seul avec Ebisu ! Gai ! Meurs pas !

Il n’a plus le souffle pour parler, alors il se contente de se concentrer et de supplier son ami silencieusement. Gai ne voit jamais que son rival… Kakashi.

Il ne voit jamais que ses limites à atteindre. Il oublie qu’il a des amis. Que Genma ne veut pas qu’il meure ainsi.

Parce qu’il a déjà vu trop de ninjas mourir !

Parce que Gai n’a que huit ans ! Deux de moins que lui…

C’est encore un bébé !

Parce qu’il ne veut pas rester seul avec son cadavre !

— Eh ! Petit !

Le garçon sursaute, manque perdre son emprise sur son jutsu. Se rattrape à temps, continue à verser son énergie vitale dans cette blessure qui ne veut pas se refermer. Ce sont peut-être des ennemis qui se trouvent là.

Mais, si c’était le cas, il serait déjà mort. Alors, ça doit vouloir dire que les ninjas qui s’agenouillent à ses côtés viennent du Village Caché de la Feuille. Un bras l’entoure, le tire loin de Gai. Genma se débat. Les larmes coulent enfin sur ses joues.

— Gai ! J’suis désolé !

Deux mains immobilisent son visage, le forcent à regarder un homme dans les yeux. Ce n’est pas Chouza-sensei !

— Arrête, gamin ! T’as fait du bon travail ! On prend la relève.

Il le maintient toujours mais lui tourne la tête en direction de Gai. Un ninja est agenouillé à la place que l’enfant tenait quelques instants plus tôt. Un flot vert se déverse de ses mains.

— Tu l’as maintenu à flot, tu vois ?

Genma hoche la tête, il ne fait pas confiance à sa voix. Elle est quelque part dans son torse mais elle ne veut plus remonter dans sa gorge. L’homme le pousse vers un autre shinobi qui le saisit par les épaules, l’empêche de s’écrouler.

Les larmes coulent toujours sur ses joues trop pâles.

— Tiens.

Le ninja à ses côtés lui tend une ration de survie. Genma la regarde sans la prendre, sans savoir qu’en faire.

— Allez ! Tu lui as sauvé la vie à ton ami. Tu vas pas t’écrouler maintenant.

Le petit garçon cligne des yeux. Lentement. Puis, pour la première fois depuis des heures, il quitte Gai du regard. Sa blessure se referme. Il va vivre.

Il se le répète plusieurs fois. Pour être sûr que ce n’est pas un mirage. Puis, il retrouve sa voix :

— Il… va vivre ?

Sa voix tremble et il y a toujours des larmes qui coulent le long de ses joues. Trop épuisé et soulagé pour en avoir honte, il les essuie sur sa manche.

Il sursaute soudain devant la ration de survie qui danse devant ses yeux.

— Mange. Moi c’est Raidou. Namiashi Raidou. Et toi ?

— Genma. Shiranui Genma.

Il prend la barre que lui tend son compatriote. Il est plus vieux que lui, avec des cheveux ébouriffés et le visage barbouillé de terre et de suie. C’est déjà presqu’un homme… pas encore tout à fait.

— On a été séparés de notre sensei et Gai, se sent-il obligé d’expliquer, il a été blessé. Ebisu est parti chercher du secours.

— Et toi, t’es resté pour maintenir ton copain en vie. Pas mal pour un petit genin !

Genma renifle, ravale un petit hoquet. Il se sent vidé.

— Dès que le blessé sera stabilisé, on vous ramènera derrière les lignes, annonce le capitaine. Namiashi, tu soutiens le mini-doc ! Il a l’air à court de chakra.

Plus tard, quand Gai sera stabilisé, ils courront sous le feu ennemi. Le bras de Raidou ne quittera jamais le sien. Il le portera à moitié sur la fin du chemin.

Plus tard, encore, il restera quelques instants assis à côté de Genma, en attendant que son capitaine termine son rapport. Il poussera son épaule de son coude

— T’as réussi. Tu as sauvé ton pote.

— C’est vrai ?

— Ouaip ! T’es un vrai ninja.

— Rai ?

— Hmm…

— Tu vas repartir avec ton équipe ?

— Ouais. Tu sais quoi ? On pourrait traîner ensemble un de ces jours… après la guerre.

Si elle finit un jour… Si on ne meurt pas avant.

— Ouais… Ça me plairait drôlement.

Genma ne se souvient pas du reste de cette journée, l’épuisement l’a emporté sur sa volonté de prendre des nouvelles de Gai. Il se souvient juste que ce jour-là, il a sauvé la vie d’un ami et qu’il a rencontré une des personnes les plus importantes dans sa vie.

Sauf qu’en cet instant, il ne le sait pas encore.

Day 2 : Et maintenant ?

La guerre est finie. Les accords de paix entre les différentes nations ont été signés par les différents Kage.

Genma a douze ans et il ne sait pas quoi faire de cette nouvelle. Il a été rapatrié quelques jours avant l’armistice, blessé à son tour. Il sort de l’hôpital, accompagné de sa grande sœur. Leurs parents n’ont pas survécu à la Troisième Grande Guerre Ninja comme les adultes l’appellent.

— J’ai vu Chouza-sensei, hier, lui dit Namiko. Tu as été promu chunin.

— Super.

Sa sœur ne relance pas la conversation. Elle se contente de serrer son épaule. Celle qui n’est pas couverte de bandages. Genma est resté inconscient plusieurs jours. À présent qu’il est revenu parmi les vivants et que ses constantes sont stables, on l’a remis à la garde de Namiko. Elle-même suit un cursus de médic-nin. Elle saura prendre soin de son petit frère et ils ont besoin des lits pour les autres blessés.

Ils s’avancent lentement, Genma a l’impression d’avoir plus de septante ans. Il marche un peu courbé pour ménager la blessure qui l’a presque tué. Autour d’eux, les gens rient et courent. Ils parlent joyeusement, s’exclament. Des échoppes éphémères se sont montées.

La fin de la guerre…

Il ne sait pas trop que faire de cette information. Il souhaite juste rentrer. Mais avant…

— Nami-oneechan ?

— Hmm ?

— Je voudrais juste…

— Quoi donc ?

— Papa et maman me manquent. Est-ce qu’on peut passer les voir avant de rentrer ?

Sa voix n’a pas tremblé et ses yeux restent secs. Il a versé ses dernières larmes sur Gai, deux ans plus tôt. Namiko hésite un instant avant de hocher la tête.

— Oui, bien sûr. À moi aussi, ils me manquent.

Ils s’arrêtent un instant pour laisser une volée de gamins passer en courant. Ils agitent de petits drapeaux avec le symbole du Village de la Feuille. Genma les suit du regard un instant. La guerre est finie.

Peut-être que le Hokage n’aura plus besoin d’enfants-soldats ? Peut-être qu’il n’y aura plus de guerre ?

La main de sa sœur serre à nouveau son épaule.

— Viens, Gen-chan.

— Oui.

Il y a du monde au cimetière. Plus qu’il ne l’aurait imaginé. Mais, d’une certaine manière, c’est logique. Autant les gens se réjouissent que la guerre se soit enfin terminée, autant ils pleurent leurs disparus. Le temps de parvenir aux tombes réservées aux Shiranui, Genma est à bout de souffle. Il n’a pas eu l’occasion de leur dire au revoir. Ni même d’assister à leurs funérailles. Lorsque la nouvelle de leur mort est arrivée, il se trouvait coincé avec Ebisu et Chouza-sensei dans un territoire de Konoha encerclé par des soldats de Kirikagure. Lorsque des renforts ont pu repousser l’ennemi, l’enterrement avait déjà été célébré. Genma n’a pas eu l’occasion de revenir au Village.

Sa petite taille, son agilité et sa vitesse l’ont désigné comme messager et il s’est retrouvé à arpenter le champ de bataille, à éviter les troupes de Kumo ou de Kiri, à apporter des plans, des soins (appris sur le tas) aussi aux équipes isolées de Konoha.

Jusqu’au moment où des ninjas ennemis ont fini par l’attraper.

Il n’a pas eu le temps de penser, de se sentir triste, dévasté.

Juste de songer à survivre coûte que coûte. D’avancer encore et encore… pour quoi au juste ?

Vivre ?

Il ne pensait pas ainsi. Pas vraiment. Il appréhendait juste un jour après l’autre.

Ses souvenirs sont tellement flous.

Il tenait le coup sur une promesse donnée un jour… deux ans plus tôt.

C’est même pas une vraie promesse.

Juste une proposition de traîner avec un autre ninja, après la guerre. Il ne sait même pas si l’autre gars s’en souvient. Ni même s’il est toujours vivant.

Namiko brûle de l’encens et ils regardent le bâtonnet se consumer.

Genma a le sentiment qu’il devrait au moins pleurer un peu. Se sentir triste. Merde ! Ce sont ses parents qui reposent sous ce caveau !

À la place, il se sent vide.

Étranger.

Je dois être un mauvais fils.

Namiko s’assied à ses côtés. Elle ne dit rien. Elle attend patiemment. Le soleil décline peu à peu. Genma ne trouve pas sa voix.

— Tu veux qu’on rentre ? demande enfin sa sœur.

Elle a servi comme ninja, elle aussi. Derrière les lignes, elle en a vu défiler des blessés, des hommes mutilés, des enfants-soldats perdus et traumatisés. Elle sait quand il ne faut pas pousser.

Puis, finalement, il hoche la tête, toujours sans mot dire. Nami l’aide à se relever. Ils s’inclinent devant la tombe avant de repartir en silence.

De nouveau dans les rues de Konoha, l’agitation a gagné en intensité. Un véritable festival s’organise. Les gens ont besoin de célébrer la joie, le soulagement de savoir cette guerre, qui a drainé tant de vie, enfin terminée.

— Nami ? murmure-t-il, tandis qu’ils se fraient un chemin dans la cohue.

Il tremble, il y a trop de monde autour de lui. N’importe qui pourrait… pourrait… La main de sa sœur se referme sur sa main valide et il sursaute. Une sueur glacée le recouvre et il respire trop vite.

— Viens, petit-frère. On est arrivé.

Et, enfin, la porte se referme derrière eux. Ils sont à la maison. En sécurité.

Seulement, même ici, le sentiment de malaise perdure.

— Est-ce que…

Namiko se place devant lui, l’encourage à lever les yeux vers elle, à la regarder. Il se sent un peu plus lui-même.

— Je t’écoute, petit frère.

Il inspire profondément, se force à se calmer. Il n’a jamais paniqué ainsi sur le terrain. Pourquoi est-ce qu’il perd pied, maintenant ? Tout est fini, il devrait se sentir soulagé, mieux dans sa peau. Non ?

— Je voudrais retrouver quelqu’un.

— Un ami ?

Genma cligne des yeux. Il n’en sait rien. Ils ne se sont vus qu’une fois. Raidou lui a proposé de trainer avec lui mais peut-être que c’était juste une idée en l’air, vite fait pour rassurer le gamin épuisé qu’il venait de ramener derrière les lignes.

Peut-être qu’il se fait des idées, que le revoir embêtera probablement son aîné ?

Mais il doit au moins essayer.

Cette pensée l’apaise peu à peu.

— D’accord. Je vais essayer. Tu devrais te reposer, un peu. Tu veux manger avant ?

Il secoue la tête. Il n’a pas faim.

— Il s’appelle Raidou. Namiashi Raidou. Il est plus vieux que moi. Il… Il… m’a sauvé la vie… là-bas.

Sa voix se brise et Genma inspire profondément. Ses cheveux châtains retombent devant ses yeux. Avec une seule main, il n’a pas su nouer son bandana sur son crâne.

— Je ne sais pas s’il est toujours vivant.

C’est dur d’avaler sa salive et ses yeux brûlent mais il ne pleure pas. Il peut pas.

— D’accord. Tu vas dormir un peu. Pendant ce temps, je vais faire quelques recherches.

Le garçon hoche la tête, la laisse le conduire dans sa chambre. Il regarde les posters collés sur les murs. Son lit avec sa vieille peluche cachée sous l’oreiller.

Rien n’a changé. C’est resté tel quel depuis son départ… depuis ses dix ans.

Docile, il avale ses médicaments et s’endort presque aussitôt. Il sent à peine Namiko lui retirer ses sandales et l’aider à rouler sur son côté relativement intact. Elle ne s’embête pas à lui retirer sa veste trop grande. À part son pantalon, il ne porte pas grand-chose en dessous, en dehors des bandages qui le recouvrent.

Elle remonte les draps sur lui. Et c’est tout.

Genma dort, d’un sommeil sans rêve, sans angoisse. Il pourrait être mort. Peut-être même l’est-il pendant quelques heures ?

Quand il se réveille, il y a quelqu’un dans sa chambre. Alarmé, il essaie de se redresser, halète lorsque son corps refuse de collaborer.

— Eh ! Doucement ! T’es en sûreté.

Cette voix…

Genma roule sur le dos, attend un instant pour ouvrir les yeux que le monde ait cessé de tournoyer et que la douleur dans son corps brisé se calme un peu. Puis, il soulève une paupière, fronce les sourcils en ne voyant que des bandages. Quelqu’un est assis par terre, adossé contre son matelas.

Il a reconnu ce timbre calme et ces cheveux rebelles qui pointent hors des bandages enserrant son visage.

Comment…

Comment Nami a-t-elle réussi à le trouver aussi vite ?

Ou alors, je suis en train de rêver et rien n’est réel ?

— Je suis revenu à Konoha depuis quelques semaines déjà. Je voulais savoir si tu avais survécu. Ta sœur savait déjà où me trouver.

Raidou se redresse lentement. Pour ne pas l’effrayer ou parce que lui-même souffre ?

Ou un peu des deux ?

Il s’assied sur le lit et Genma le voit mieux. La moitié de son visage disparaît sous des bandages qui plongent sous ses vêtements. Raidou non plus n’est pas ressorti indemne de la guerre.

— Tu voulais savoir… Moi ? Mais on se connaît à peine !

L’œil qu’il aperçoit est sombre mais chaleureux. Sa moitié de bouche esquisse un petit sourire.

— Je pourrais te retourner la question. J’ai été content de t’aider, il y a deux ans.

— Tu vas vraiment… trainer avec moi ?

— Si tu veux bien. Mes amis sont morts, pour la plupart. Je voulais savoir si tu avais réussi à t’en tirer.

Genma comprend ce qu’il veut dire. Gai et Ebisu ont survécu et ont été rapatriés avant lui. À présent, ils sont occupés chacun de leur côté. Lui, il rentre juste du champ de bataille. Il n’a pas encore eu le temps de se réhabituer à la vie civile. La pression omniprésente de la guerre l’oppresse toujours, le maintient sur le qui-vive avec la sensation que l’ennemi s’apprête à l’assaillir.

— On est vivants…

C’est… une surprise, maintenant qu’il prend le temps d’y penser. Il n’aurait jamais dû s’en sortir. Pas alors que tant de ninjas plus forts, plus expérimentés sont morts sous ses yeux. Sa main tremble. Ses lèvres aussi.

Des doigts s’entremêlent aux siens. Les serrent.

Fort.

— Oui. On est vivants. C’est une surprise, hein ?

Genma ferme les yeux un instant, essaie de retrouver sa maîtrise.

— Et maintenant ?

Raidou marque une pause.

— J’en sais trop rien. On s’habitue à l’idée et on vit avec ?

Les garçons restent silencieux un moment. Genma ne veut pas que Raidou s’en aille.

— Je veux pas que tu partes, murmure-t-il.

Horrifié, il se rend compte que son cerveau semble ne plus filtrer ses pensées et ses paroles. Raidou se contente de serrer plus fort sa main.

— J’ai pas envie de partir tout de suite. Tu es vivant…

Tu es vivant…

Plus tard, Namiko apportera un futon pour que l’aîné des deux garçons puisse passer la nuit dans la chambre. Pour que Genma ne reste pas seul. En cet instant, la présence de Raidou à ses côtés l’ancre dans la réalité, chasse le malaise qui est le sien.

Ce ne sera pas suffisant, évidemment. Mais, pour le moment, c’est assez.

Et voilà ! / Here !

J’espère que ça vous a plus / Hope you enjoy a little

Here the url : http://archiveofourown.org/works/11831580/chapters/26703390

#GenRai's Week 2017 #genma shiranui #namiashi raidou #GenRay's Week Day 1&2

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ice-ice-taeyong · 7 years ago

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GenRai Week: Day 1

Prompt: First Date/First Time Rating: Mature Word Count: 1,340 Summary Loosely based on the prompt, it’s a lot of badly written Genma pining and a little fluff at the end. Alternatively titled: The One Where Genma Was Drunk and Accidently Kissed Raidou

The sun was too bright, it was blinding and piercing the back of Genma’s eyelids with sharp spikes. Why was the sun so bright? Oh yeah, a little liquid courage Genma had drank so that he could ask Raidou out, only to have the stupid fool leave on an emergency mission with Aoba. Stupid, stupid, hot, stupid idiot. Attractive bastard was just so patriotic. Damn, he really should get up, the hangover would feel better if he could just open his eyes and get aspirin, and sitting here moaning about the unfairness of his currently non-existent love life wasn’t helping. Groaning lowly Genma turned away from the window and opened his eyes a crack. The room was still relatively dark, so he opened his eyes further and tried to swallow. The key word here is tried. Genma just sort of ended up gagging and coughing for a few minutes. Mouth now a little less dry, feeling no better, Genma slowly sat up and swung his legs over the side of his bed. He moved carefully and slowly, running a hand through sleep-mussed golden brown hair. He decided to forgo the senbon until he felt less like one of his targets. Twenty minutes, three aspirin, a warm shower, and two glasses of water later Genma felt a whole lot more human. Kami, he must’ve been a sight last night. He hadn’t felt so sick since the last bout of immunizing himself to poisons he completed a few months ago. Man, Iwa nins were hardcore for putting themselves through those poisons, they were fierce. Genma yawned and scratched his stomach lazily. He’d make some breakfast and then maybe go hunt down Anko. Although last night he’d heard Izumo and Kotetsu mention they were off today too. It been some time since he’d sparred with them. Genma felt his wards twinge and instantly a senbon was in his mouth, pulled from god-knows-where. His stance changed from relaxed to dangerously tense. He suppressed his chakra and crouched low before peering around the corner into his kitchen. What he saw made his heart stop and jaw drop. In fact, the senbon fell from his lips and clattered to the floor. Genma winced and he saw the intruder flinch as well. In Genma’s kitchen stood a silently moving Raidou, trying his best to start cooking something. Raidou looked up and saw Genma, he sighed and chuckled softly. “Morning, Gen. Sorry if I woke you, I was hoping to let you sleep” he spoke softly, as if trying not to startle Genma. Genma picked up his senbon with an equally soft smile and straightened up. “It’s fine, I’ve been up for a little. Not that I’m complaining, but what are you doing here, Rai?” Genma asked, feeling his heart pick up a little. He’s been friends with Raidou since before his memories start. He thinks he’s always been a little in love with the boy, but it was six months ago, after the mission against the sound ninja four that startled him into realizing it. Almost losing Raidou, not being able to do anything against their power….. Genma unconsciously shuddered slightly thinking about it. Raidou didn’t say anything but lifted a brow. “I heard from Izumo that you were drinking like a fish after I left. It was a super short mission, just going to a safe house and coming back, so I figured I’d come and ease you out of a hangover. Though it looks like you did that just fine.” Raidou explained easily, making it sound so casual. The double-edged blade was that for the two of them, sneaking into the other’s apartment was something that didn’t even really deserve note. They’d been taking care of each other for most of their lives. Genma was just being weird because it made his stomach turn to think about how domestic it all was. He shivered again, trying to shake off the thoughts. Raidou tilted his head and one side of his mouth lifted up into a smirk. “But if you’re getting all shivery, put on a shirt.” he teased, and was Genma imagining it or was that a spark of interest as Raidou’s eyes dropped to his naked chest before moving back up to his face. Genma swallowed. “I’m not cold, just adjusting to the temperature since you left the window open” he said, you know, like a liar. Raidou’s smirk changed to a sheepish grin. “Sorry. I’ll go close it. Mind starting up the coffee machine? I already put the rice in the cooker, I was planning to make onigri.” Raidou moved back into the small living space, not waiting for genma to respond. He didn’t have to, Genma found himself walking towards the coffee machine, filling the pot with water, selecting the bag of grounds he wanted. It was second nature for them to work together. Genma felt his heart beat an extra time and he took a breath to steel himself. He was in love with Raidou. It was that simple, all he had to do was confess. He’d do it right now, right now, right now… Without thinking, Genma swirled on his heel when he felt Raidou’s chakra enter the room. He was going to do it, going to do it, going to- It turns out that Raidou was a lot closer than expected. A lot closer and a lot closer to Genma’s height than previously recollected. It turns out that when someone is very close and easy to reach and you’re thinking really hard about confessing your love to them even if it might ruin your long standing friendship it’s incredibly easy to end up kissing. Accidently of course. Seriously, Genma turned around, took a step and before he could even blink just sort of walked into Raidou’s lips. And ahhhh, wow. This felt, really good, now that Genma can think. And Raidou isn’t pulling away, in fact, Rai isn’t doing much of anything. Genma quickly jumps back and slams his head into the cabinet. “Fuck! Ow…” he cradled the back of his head, face burning, eyes screwed shut because this is turning into a nightmare and why isn’t Raidou saying something, and- Genma’s screaming thoughts are halted by the feeling of warm, gentle hands peeling his own away from the forming lump. Genma opens his eyes warily and sees Raidou, very much in his personal space, face a brilliant red as he carefully feels around the injured area. He’s not backing away, not spitting in Genma’s face, not cutting their ties. He’s soothing a hurt and calming Genma down by proximity. “Hey…” Raidou sighs out, and to Genma the words taste like hot honey. “Easy there. We should ice this, otherwise it could cause you a headache” Genma blinked, not sure what to think, what to do, what to say. Is Raidou just going to ignore the kiss? Genma opens his mouth to speak, eyes narrowing, face reddening and before he can get a word out Raidou shuts him up with a soft press of lips. Genma short circuits. “Rai, I love you” he blurts out not a second after Raidou pulls away. In fact, the words brush Raidou’s lips as Genma speaks and he thinks that he discovered the best feeling in the world when Raidou smiles, hands still on Genma’s head, and with red cheeks replies “I know. I love you too, Gen.” Genma feels his heart beat about a million times faster. “Wanna go get breakfast out?” He asked, all smooth confidence. Too bad it as ruined by the foolish lovesick grin that stretched across his face. Raidou had a mirrored expression and pressed his lips to Genma’s for a third time, answering into the air shared by their lungs. “Yes, after I show you how much I love you. How much I always have” Raidou’s voice is husky and suggestive. Genma shivers and presses a little closer to Raidou, bringing his hands to rest on the other’s hips. This was going to be a good day.

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GenRai Week: Day 2

Prompt:Festival Rating: Teen Word count: 691 Summary: Team tokujou gets lost in Forever 21 I heard "festival" and my brain said "Coachella" so I ran with it.

Team Tokujou, a group of tokubetsu jounin made up of Shiranui Genma, Namiashi Raidou, Yamashiro Aoba, Mitarashi Anko, Morino Ibiki, and Gekkou Hayate. They were elite shinobi who had worked together on missions for years. They were feared and fearsome and most had an entry in the bingo book with a decent sum to their names. And now they were in the biggest department store for teenage civilian girls because they were all going undercover. Upon arrival it was Aoba who tried to back out first. “Nope. Nu-uh. No way. I’m still outside and I see things made of lace and mesh. The only mesh I wear is chakra-infused. I refuse.” Genma shot him a dry look and glanced at Ibiki. The T&I specialist picked Aoba up by the scruff of his neck and carried him in. And then promptly dropped him because “oh. I see a section of all leather! Wonderful.” and off went Ibiki. Hayate and Anko entered next, working together to find the most practical, yet still semi-stylish looking things. Genma and Raidou embraced the fact that they looked like teenage girls and walked arm in arm. Oh, did I mention that by “undercover” I meant in henges as teenage girls? Because that’s what they’re doing. Anko didn’t have to use a henge, but she chose to anyway, just changing her hairstyle and facial features so as not to be recognized. Ibiki kept his eyes the same and just sorta shrunk himself. He now has the body of a female hockey player and short, buzzed brown hair. Aoba had done something similar to Ibiki, but made himself slightly more feminine, with shoulder length dark brown hair. His sunglasses had been made into a more popular style, but they remained. Hayate still wore his hair at the same length with his hitai-ate worn as usual, but he was far shorter with smooth curves. He walked with a certain feminine power. Next to Anko they were an intimidating pair. Genma looked to the side and took in Raidou. Genma fought back the urge to smile. His boyfriend had gone for a tall, model-looking girl with soft brown hair that fell long and curled loosely. His scars were gone, a strange sight for Genma, they had been there for some time. Genma himself was proud of the girl he changed into. Long golden brown hair, no longer held back by his hitai-ate, choosing instead to wear it around his neck. Average height and shape, though he did go for a more lean and muscled look. The store was massive and after half an hour all six tokujou were completely lost. Ibiki had yet to leave the wall of all things leather. The gleam in his eyes was actually disturbing. Hayate had found a velvety body suit and several skirts of questionable length and was enjoying the fact that body suits made movement easy, not restricting his kenjutsu. Anko added to her collection of mesh things, even if Genma agreed with Aoba and “no Anko, that is literally large-hole netting with two flowers over your boobs. I’m straight and I don’t want to see that much.” Anko pouted but found something slightly less revealing. Aoba, for how much he protested, seemed to be enjoying himself the most, going to each section of the store systematically and trying on a million combinations of very similar looking outfits. Genma and Raidou had both settled on leggings with flowy cropped tops, seeing and it did little to restrict their movements. But now Team Tokujou wanted to leave and couldn’t. Let it never be said that civilian teens were dumb, if anyone could find their way out of this monstrosity Genma would pay them. The shinobi decided to split up. Genma and Raidou ended up finding an exit next to the fitting rooms, however Raidou leaned in for a short kiss of victory and that very quickly evolved into slipping into a dressing room only to be walked in on by a very angry, and now very scandalized Aoba. (They bought him a shirt each to keep him from bitching all month. It didn’t work.)

#GenRai Week 2017 #Day 2: Festival #Shiranui Genma #Raido Namiashi #miss fanfic shakespeare

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GenRai Week: Days 5 & 6

Prompts: Scars & Oral Fixation Rating: M Warning: Very mild sexual content Word Count: 802 Summary: Genma and Raidou both have bad habits. It's good they have each other to correct them.

“Don’t poke your tongue with that senbon, Gen.” Raidou warns softly, eyes still on the file in front of him. Genma sighs slightly before responding with a slow drawl. “You aren’t even watching.” Raidou lifts a brow and turns his head enough that he could meet Genma’s eyes. “I’m a shinobi. I don’t have to.” Genma pouted slightly, but very deliberately removed the senbon from between his teeth and used it as a bookmark. Raidou set his file down instantly because Genma only took that damn needle out for three things. They had already eaten, and it was only 9 o'clock so too early for bed, that left...Raidou turned fully towards Genma, who had a smooth smirk on his lips. At him noticing where Raidou’s eyes were fixed, the smirk turned even more sultry. Raidou finally dragged his eyes to Genma’s, only to find his partner staring at his scars. It took the two nearly no effort to find their faces not a centimeter apart. Genma breathed out slowly, brought fingers up to trace along the lines of Raidou’s scars and then fit his lips to Raidou’s. They both sighed at the pleasurable contact. Raidou swiped his tongue across Genma’s lower lip and Genma responded easily, tongue quick and flexible. The motions made Raidou shiver. But the moment was halted when Raidou tasted cold copper. It meant that Genma had been really poking at his tongue. Raidou pulled away and fixed Genma was a disapproving look. Genma winced slightly and dropped his hand away from Raidou’s cheek and looked at the ground. Raidou placed his hands on Genma’s knee. “Gen. We promised…” he trailed off, not wanting to sound too harsh. They were shinobi, they were all a little messed up in the head. Genma finished his sentence. “I know. We promised to tell each other if it was a bad day. But I… I just didn’t want to…” Raidou knew what he was saying and cupped Genma’s face, cutting off his awkward, rambling confession. Genma leaned his face into the touch. Raidou slid a hand heavily down Genma’s arm and tugged at the other’s sleeve to get him to raise his arm. Genma followed the instruction and placed his hand on Raidou’s scarred cheek, relaxing as he stroked over the soft, yet uneven skin. Genma dropped his head onto Raidou’s shoulder and kept rubbing at his partner’s scarred face. Truth be told, the sensation was reassuring Raidou too. He’d been having a bit of a dysphoric day and Genma touching along every imperfection always unwound the tight coils of anxiety. Minutes passed, seconds, hours, time was hard to gauge. They did this sometimes, both just dropped all the pretenses and fake smiles and let themselves break, trusting that the other would be there to keep the pieces from straying too far. Slowly they moved even closer, their touches less desperate and more sensual. Genma lifted his head, Raidou smile softly. It was Raidou who spoke first, breaking the cloudy silence, clearing the room of sour emotions. “Come on, Gen, I can think of an exercise for your tongue.” Raidou blushed and Genma chuckled. “You can proposition me, but you’ll get all embarrassed? Such a softie Rai…” Genma teased. But still Genma was smiling now and then they were kissing, hot and needy and desperate. Raidou tilted his neck and Genma moved his very talented mouth to the taller tokujou’s neck, tongue licking over scar tissue. Raidou’s were particularly sensitive and he let out a soft groan. “Mhm, Gen…” Genma repeated the motion and Raidou tugged off Genma’s hitai-ate so he could run his fingers through Genma’s silky hair. Genma hummed appreciatively, and then bit down and gave a small suck. Raidou tensed his fingers and Genma sucked harder. Raidou then gently pulled on Genma’s hair and brought the man up to his head, initiating another fiery kiss. Genma was left panting and groaning when Raidou yanked both of their shirts off. Then the long haired shinobi leaned forward and started working on one of Raidou’s nipples. The temperature in the room was rising with every second, their bodies heating and writhing under each other’s ministrations. It was Genma who finally pulled back from Raidou's chest long enough to pant out. “Bedroom” The two wasted no time in getting there, shedding the rest of their clothes as they did so. The last thing Raidou thought before Genma's lips were around something far better than a senbon was ‘once again we end up here. Not that I'm complaining.’ (In the morning they both felt much better. The slump from the previous day had been washed away with a few strong orgasms and both men were much happier after reminding themselves that they were loved)

#GenRai Week 2017 #Day 5: Scars #Day 6: Oral Fixation #miss fanfic shakespeare #genrai #Shiranui Genma #Namiashi Raidou

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GenRai Week: Day 7

Prompt: Writer's Choice Rating: Teen Word Count: 945 Summary: Genma does laundry and runs into Raidou, WHO IS USING ALL THE MACHINES, the jerk.

Genma was fully aware that doing laundry at 2am was strange. The thing is, between work, swim, and classes, this was the only time he could get down to the dorm building’s laundry room to run a load or two. Most of the time he had the place to himself and he could study as he waited for his wash to be turned over. So at 2:37 am on a Wednesday night, or morning I guess, Genma was prepared for a two hour long laundry load that included his linens and his clothes paired with some heavy duty chemistry studying. Genma was not prepared to see one Namiashi Raidou, his rival on the swim team and long term gym rival and very definitely not Genma’s long-term crush, also doing his laundry at the ungodly hour. And the bastard was using most of the machines. The audacity of this man. As Genma stood at the entrance gaping, Namiashi finally noticed Genma's presence and looked up. “Oh. Shiranui-san. You live in this building too?” He asked politely. Genma took a breath and nodded before realizing Raidou was shirtless. Sure, he saw the man in his swimsuit five times a week, but that was different. There, everyone was practically naked. Most people wore shirts when doing their laundry. Realizing he hadn't answered Genma gave a nod. “Yeah. Wonder how we never ran into each other going to practice.” He commented, glad that his brain was starting to work again. Raidou was hotter than the sun during July practices. Raidou grinned warmly back at him and shrugged. “Dunno. You're always there when I arrive. Guess you're more of an early riser” Genma feels slightly offended that his teammate isn't having the same bout of ‘oh shit he's hot’ that Genma's having. Though, to be fair, most people weren't as bi as Genma was. Genma thinks he nods numbly and moves towards the washers so he could start loading in laundry. Raidou spoke up. “I’ll be moving all my stuff over in a few minutes if you want to wait so you have all the machines.” Genma found it hard to dislike this man. He nodded again and sat down next to Raidou, peering over the other’s shoulder to see what he was studying. Chemistry. What a coincidence. “You’re cramming for professor Tobirama’s test too?” he asked, hoping to strike up a conversation. Raidou nodded. “Yeah. I’m rubbish at chemistry.” Genma decided, in the most innocent way, to take advantage of the situation. “Want me to help, chemistry is sort of my subject.” Raidou turned and gave Genma such a friendly smile Genma felt his heart melt. ‘So much for going to bed as early as possible.’ Right before Genma was going to deliver a killer one-liner to charm the pants off Raidou, a timer went off and Raidou jumped up to switch his laundry over. Genma scowled at the fates in his head. They gave him a perfect opportunity to hit on this beautiful man and then they take it away. So fickle. Maybe they heard his complaints because after what felt like a split second Raidou was all in Genma’s face. “Hey, um, Shiranui-san? You can put your things in now.” Genma broke from his trance of ‘his lips look so soft, his lips look so soft…’ long enough to say “Call me Genma, please” Raidou seemed to smile the widest at that, and wow. That smile pulled at the scars on his cheek and made his whole face different. Genma didn’t think it possible for Raidou to be any more attractive and Genma was wrong. What happened next can’t be explained by nature. Genma was smiling dumbly at Raidou and Raidou was smiling back and they were just so alone and somehow Genma found himself asking “Can I kiss you?” Raidou blinked very slowly for a second before breathing out “yes.” And Genma found himself cupping the scarred cheek and pressing his lips to Raidou’s. They were as soft as they looked, and Raidou was an excellent kisser. He didn’t just sit there, but responded nicely and moved the kiss along slowly and steadily. Was it getting hot in here? Genma thought it was getting hot in here. Raidou brought his hands up to circle around Genma’s waist and since when was he standing? Whatever, not important. Much more important is Raidou’s tongue slipping into his mouth. Raidou’s tongue, Raidou’s tongue, Raidou’s tongue…. It’s needless to say that Genma is currently short circuiting. Little sparks are flying from his hair and all that jazz. Around ten minutes later (although the boys had no idea what amount of time passed) they pulled back from each other for air. Raidou was a nice pink and Genma had flushed a very nice shade of scarlet. They stood silently in each other’s arms, just breathing heavily and staring at the other. It was Raidou who broke the silence. “Do you want to go out for coffee after this damn chemistry test?” Genma chuckled, a velvety sound, and nodded. “Yeah. That sounds amazing. Maybe a movie if we have time?” Raidou grins again and Genma feels his heart melt for a second time. “Sounds good, Genma.” It was decided right there and then that there was no better sound than Genma’s name coming from Raidou’s mouth. “It’s a plan then, Raidou.” Then they let their lips meet again, studying and laundry long forgotten. The only other words exchanged for a long time were “You know, I always have liked you. You’re just so gorgeous.” “Good thing I’ve always liked you too. Now shut up and kiss me.” And kiss they did.

#GenRai Week 2017 #Day 7: Writer's Choice #miss fanfic shakespeare #genrai #Shiranui Genma #Namiashi Raidou

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GenRai Week Day 3: Mission/Training

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GenRai Week: Day 3

Prompt: Mission/Training Rating: Teen Word Count: 680 Summary: A re-imagining drabble of the fight against the sound nin four Warnings: mild violence

 Sweat dropped down to the small of Genma’s back. He could feel his breath coming a little harder with every minute the fight dragged on. Team Tokujou had been sent out to locate the Uchiha, and instead Genma’s watching his closest friends and teammates slowly get slaughtered. They had severely underestimated the power of the curse mark. Genma’s team was good, well balanced in abilities and they had been working and training together for years on end. Shizune was the newest member, but she had meshed well and filled in the hole in their ranks. Genma flinched as he glanced over and saw her body lying unconscious and pale against a tree. The two-headed one hissed and Genma whirled around, senbon already flying into the air. He’d switched to the heavily poisoned bunch, hoping that if he could get a single scratch it would at least slow them down. In his peripheral Genma watched as the woman and 8-limbed one teamed up on Aoba and his friend went down, a bloodcurdling scream pierced the air and was then muffled as Aoba was enveloped in spider silk. Genma handheld his teeth and scowled deeply. Shizune, down. Aoba, down. Iwashi, possibly dead. That left himself and… Raidou. Throwing another flurry of senbon and shuriken, Genma reached out with his chakra and found Raidou was engaging the big one. Genma started backing in that direction. He was running low on senbon, his last bunch actually. This calls for jutsu. Genma flashed through a few hand signs and shunshinned to Raidou’s position. He landed right behind his partner. Genma drew a senbon and then hissed out “Got your six, Rai. Watch mine” before pulling out a kunai and engaging with the two headed one again. Genma heard a hum from Raidou and the two flew into battle Tatsuya watched the Konoha pair fight her comrades from the trees. She was fully confident that their team would win, after all it had only been a quarter of an hour and the pack of five have been reduced to two. This would be over soon. But Tatsuya had to give these two credit. Jirobo, Kidomaru, and Sakon/Ukon were fierce fighters, almost relentlessly attacking, leaving no time for the leaf nin to do anything but defend. Yet the Konoha pair moved effortlessly around each other. One would go high and the other low, no words exchanged. Jutsus and weapons flew from them easily, never hitting their partner. Tatsuya was a little impressed. It takes a strong relationship to fight like that. And how they moved, protecting the other’s weaknesses, curling around the other like lovers. Hm, that was a thought. Kimimaro and Sakon/Ukon had fought like this. If that were the case…. Tatsuya blew a note on her flute, signaling the other sound nin to only knock them out, not kill. If these two were lovers then she wouldn’t be the force that split them, if they could fight like this than they deserved their time together. Genma watched in horror as the big one ended up pulling Raidou from his reach and the two-headed one caught his shoulder with his teeth. He cried out in pain and punch the head in the face with his opposite arm. He couldn’t do a thing as he watched Raidou get caught in an earthen sphere, his head and shoulders visible. The big guy said something about draining chakra and then made a few handsigns. Raidou seemed fine. Genma focused back on his opponent, but his vision was a little wobbly. Oh fucking hell, the guy had a poisonous bite! Really? He swayed a little in his feet and the two-headed nin laughed and threw a kunai at him. Genma fell down to one knee, a gash across his chest, a sloppy attempt at dodging. He could clearly see that Raidou was screaming and fighting, but his auditory systems seemed to be fading out. The last thing he heard was a shrill whistle, a sharp prick against his neck, and Raidou being released. Then the world went dark.

#GenRai Week 2017 #Day 3: Mission/Training #miss fanfic shakespeare #genrai #Shiranui Genma #Namiashi Raidou #sound nin four

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