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I wrote these two stories today. Hope that this will get my out of my slump and back to working on all the half-finished stories I have.
These are both one-shots. There won't be any sequels written for either.
Title: Teasing Between Siblings
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Hayate, GenmaxRaidou
Rating: PG
Warnings: Yaoi
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys. Or there would be four canon yaoi pairings in the anime.
Summary: Hayate tries to write a poem and Genma teases him.
Author Notes: This is my first time writing Hayate. Won't be the last since he has taken up permanent residence in my brain. He's probably the sweetest muse I have and gives me the least trouble. He knocked Iruka off his pedestal without trying. I know that there are many HayatexGenma fans out there but I'm not one of those. While I won't say 'never' to writing a romantic fic for them, I can't see it. (I did write a Kakashi/Gai and I can't see that pairing either...) For me, Hayate and Genma remind me of siblings who bicker and argue without there being any anger behind the words and are still friends at the end, regardless of what was said.
Hunching his shoulders up, Hayate feels the amused gaze digging into his back and he counts down mentally until the time his senpai opens his mouth to bug him. "So Hayate." 'And there it is.'
"Yes, Genma-senpai?"
A glass of water thunks onto the table next to him before a hand comes to rest on his shoulder as the older jounin steps up behind his chair and tries to peer over his shoulder. "I told you to drop the suffix, Hayate."
He stays silent and tries to hide the piece of paper from the other man's all seeing gaze.
Genma stays silent for a moment than before his friend can react, snatches the paper out from under his arm, hopping backwards, grinning broadly as his eyes scan the sheet. He lowers it until his eyes are visible over the top. "Aww Hayate, I didn't know you felt that way." The grin heard in his voice.
Glaring at him, he stays in his seat. "Genma-senpai, you are married and unavailable. It is not for you. Please give it back."
Studying the tense youngster in front of him, he chews on the senbon than hands the paper back. Silence reigns between them, Genma trying to decide who it might be for. "Yuugao, huh?" Watching his face, he knows that he hits the jackpot. Stepping away from him, he rounds the table to drop down in a chair on the other side and braces his elbows on the scarred top, gazing at him. "A little flirting never hurt anyone, Hayate." His senbon dips and bops with each movement of his mouth. "If you want my opinion..."
"No thank you."
Ignoring his denial, Genma plows forward. "If Yuugao was a civilian, that poem would work. At best, she'd laugh at you and worse, be offended that you tried such a civilian approach to winning her over."
Suspicious of his friend's sudden change of attitude, Hayate stares at him intently. His eyes dart down to the word covered paper and he sighs. "You're right."
"Damn right I am. I have more experience in dating than you do." Smugly informs the younger man. "You need to go up and ask her to go out with you. She's ANBU, she won't appreciate you trying to woo her with flowers, poems and chocolates. Now if she was Iruka, that would work."
"Genma-sen...Genma...you've only dated two people."
Scowling at him, he looks ready to stick the needle in him. "Shut up."
"You married the second person you dated. On your third date. After the two of you got drunk and woke the Hokage up in the middle of the night, demanding to be married." Unphased by the glare and tone aimed at him, Hayate presses on, never missing a chance to get his friend back for all the times he teased him.
"Hayate."
"You seem to becoming forgetful in your old age, Genma." A grin, as small as it is, spreads across Hayate's face as he repays his friend for all the times he teased him.
"I hate you."
Nodding, he coughs but never stops grinning and picks up his glass, swallowing some water before putting the glass back down. "Of course, Genma." Rising to his feet, he folds the paper up and stuffs it into a pocket. "Don't forget that we're suppose to meet at the dango shop tomorrow at three."
"Right." Watches the young jounin leave, he pauses then lets out a long string of curses. "Hayate!"
Laughter his only response as the other takes off before he can give chase. Dropping back down in his chair, he glares at the door of his apartment hatefully.
"What's wrong with you?" Large, rough hands come to rest on his shoulders and he tilts his head back to stare up at his spouse.
"Hayate's turning into a mini me."
Raidou blinks, caught off-guard by the statement. "What?"
"Hayate is..."
"I heard you the first time. I'm just trying to wrap my mind around the thought of another you running around Konoha."
"Rai....!"
Grinning, the scarred man turns and heads for the kitchen leaving Genma to sputter indignantly in the living room.
"RAIDOU!"
Title: Loss
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: GenmaxRaidou, Hayate
Rating: PG-13 for cursing
Warnings: Cursing, yaoi, death
Summary: Genma mourns the loss of a dear friend.
Disclaimer: Don't own and likely to never be able to claim that. XD
Author Notes: This is my second fic of the day. I took more time with this one than the first for reasons that will be made obvious once the story is read. I'm really starting to like the character of Hayate so he is going to be showing up in several stories from now on. Most of which will be based around him. And they are likely to be one-shots.
"Damn it." Genma kneels in front of a grave, a bloody fist coming down to slam against the headstone and smears his blood across the name, Gekkou Hayate. "Damn it!" Ignoring the rain soaking him, the black-clad man stares through his bangs at the stone. Watching the blood being washed away, revealing the name again. "Hayate...." Closing his eyes, unable to continue looking at the name chiseled into the unfeeling marble. Pressing the heel of a hand against an eye, he hunches over even more ignoring the string of torn flesh as he grips tightly on the sword in his free hand. The cold rain causing him to shiver but he pays no attention to it, like everything else.
Raidou stares at the hunched back of his lover, pausing before he approaches the rest of the way and settles down next to the other man. Placing the flowers he brought on the stone, he carefully reaches out to wrap his arm around the tense body next to his. Squeezing on the nape of Genma's neck, he stays silent giving him the chance to mourn the loss of their friend.
Keeps his eyes shut, he knows that Raidou is the one next to him, not needing to look to know. Clutching the scabbard in his hand, he lets out a shriek. Raw sounding and full of pain, Genma screams his fury and sadness to the unfeeling overcast sky above. A bolt of lightning flashes overhead while animals, startled from the trees, are sent into flight. Tears prick at his eyes, he slumps to the ground, cheek pressed against the icy marble. Releasing the katana, he lifts a hand to press it against the carved name. "Hayate. I'm sorry."
Watching, Raidou can only sit there and allow all these emotions to come out now. Unable to look away nor comfort his lover. Kneeling in the wet grass, he wants to reach out and pull the other man up and into his arms but unable. Not until Genma himself makes the first move. Looking away, he gives the other man what privacy he can; to give him the chance to say goodbye.
Barely noticing Raidou's presence, he traces the name than pushes himself up until he's leaning over the cut stone. "I never told you this while you were alive. I should have and I think that you knew, without having to hear the words. That's what we were trained to do. To be observant but I should have still told you. I'm sorry." Licking at his lips, paying no attention to the taste of blood, Genma keeps his eyes fastened on the name. "You were my brother. I wish I had said it while you were alive, Hayate." Reaching out, his hand comes to rest on the abandoned sword and he picks it up before placing it across the rain-slicked headstone. Rocking back on his heels, he prepares to stand knowing that Raidou is worried about him and climbs to his feet.
Beginning to turn towards the patiently waiting man, he pauses and looks over his shoulder towards the grave, a smile quirking at his lips despite the lingering sadness in his eyes. "Goodbye Hayate." Turning towards his lover, Genma steps forward into Raidou's arms and wraps his own around his broad shoulders, feeling the other man's come around him. Burying his face into the coarse black material, he sighs. "Can we go home, Rai?"
Tangling his hand in Genma's unadorned hair, he nods and drops a kiss against the uncovered hair next to his cheek. Performing the handseals, he teleports them right to their apartment without another word, keeping a firm grip on the body pressed against his own. "Genma?" Wraps his hand around his chin, he lifts his head to stare at him.
"I'm fine."
"Like hell you are."
Too drained to protest, he allows the older man push him into a chair and bandage his torn hands. "I need to sleep."
Looking up at him from his kneeling position, Raidou studies his partner. Nodding, he finishes cleaning and bandaging Genma's hands and rises to his feet. "Come on." Tugging him up, he pulls him towards their bedroom and strips the wet clothing from both of their bodies. Glancing at the unnaturally silent man's face, he sighs and pushes him into their bed, climbing in after him and wraps both the covers and himself around the chilled body. "Genma..."
Presses a bandage wrapped palm against his lips, he shakes his head. Pleads with him silently.
With a nod, Raidou subsides and kisses him lightly before easing away enough to allow Genma to curl up in his arms and rubs at his back, hoping to warm him back up. "I love you."
The remaining tension melts from Genma's body with those words and he soon slides into sleep, trusting Raidou to stand guard over him.
These are both one-shots. There won't be any sequels written for either.
Title: Teasing Between Siblings
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Hayate, GenmaxRaidou
Rating: PG
Warnings: Yaoi
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys. Or there would be four canon yaoi pairings in the anime.
Summary: Hayate tries to write a poem and Genma teases him.
Author Notes: This is my first time writing Hayate. Won't be the last since he has taken up permanent residence in my brain. He's probably the sweetest muse I have and gives me the least trouble. He knocked Iruka off his pedestal without trying. I know that there are many HayatexGenma fans out there but I'm not one of those. While I won't say 'never' to writing a romantic fic for them, I can't see it. (I did write a Kakashi/Gai and I can't see that pairing either...) For me, Hayate and Genma remind me of siblings who bicker and argue without there being any anger behind the words and are still friends at the end, regardless of what was said.
Hunching his shoulders up, Hayate feels the amused gaze digging into his back and he counts down mentally until the time his senpai opens his mouth to bug him. "So Hayate." 'And there it is.'
"Yes, Genma-senpai?"
A glass of water thunks onto the table next to him before a hand comes to rest on his shoulder as the older jounin steps up behind his chair and tries to peer over his shoulder. "I told you to drop the suffix, Hayate."
He stays silent and tries to hide the piece of paper from the other man's all seeing gaze.
Genma stays silent for a moment than before his friend can react, snatches the paper out from under his arm, hopping backwards, grinning broadly as his eyes scan the sheet. He lowers it until his eyes are visible over the top. "Aww Hayate, I didn't know you felt that way." The grin heard in his voice.
Glaring at him, he stays in his seat. "Genma-senpai, you are married and unavailable. It is not for you. Please give it back."
Studying the tense youngster in front of him, he chews on the senbon than hands the paper back. Silence reigns between them, Genma trying to decide who it might be for. "Yuugao, huh?" Watching his face, he knows that he hits the jackpot. Stepping away from him, he rounds the table to drop down in a chair on the other side and braces his elbows on the scarred top, gazing at him. "A little flirting never hurt anyone, Hayate." His senbon dips and bops with each movement of his mouth. "If you want my opinion..."
"No thank you."
Ignoring his denial, Genma plows forward. "If Yuugao was a civilian, that poem would work. At best, she'd laugh at you and worse, be offended that you tried such a civilian approach to winning her over."
Suspicious of his friend's sudden change of attitude, Hayate stares at him intently. His eyes dart down to the word covered paper and he sighs. "You're right."
"Damn right I am. I have more experience in dating than you do." Smugly informs the younger man. "You need to go up and ask her to go out with you. She's ANBU, she won't appreciate you trying to woo her with flowers, poems and chocolates. Now if she was Iruka, that would work."
"Genma-sen...Genma...you've only dated two people."
Scowling at him, he looks ready to stick the needle in him. "Shut up."
"You married the second person you dated. On your third date. After the two of you got drunk and woke the Hokage up in the middle of the night, demanding to be married." Unphased by the glare and tone aimed at him, Hayate presses on, never missing a chance to get his friend back for all the times he teased him.
"Hayate."
"You seem to becoming forgetful in your old age, Genma." A grin, as small as it is, spreads across Hayate's face as he repays his friend for all the times he teased him.
"I hate you."
Nodding, he coughs but never stops grinning and picks up his glass, swallowing some water before putting the glass back down. "Of course, Genma." Rising to his feet, he folds the paper up and stuffs it into a pocket. "Don't forget that we're suppose to meet at the dango shop tomorrow at three."
"Right." Watches the young jounin leave, he pauses then lets out a long string of curses. "Hayate!"
Laughter his only response as the other takes off before he can give chase. Dropping back down in his chair, he glares at the door of his apartment hatefully.
"What's wrong with you?" Large, rough hands come to rest on his shoulders and he tilts his head back to stare up at his spouse.
"Hayate's turning into a mini me."
Raidou blinks, caught off-guard by the statement. "What?"
"Hayate is..."
"I heard you the first time. I'm just trying to wrap my mind around the thought of another you running around Konoha."
"Rai....!"
Grinning, the scarred man turns and heads for the kitchen leaving Genma to sputter indignantly in the living room.
"RAIDOU!"
Title: Loss
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: GenmaxRaidou, Hayate
Rating: PG-13 for cursing
Warnings: Cursing, yaoi, death
Summary: Genma mourns the loss of a dear friend.
Disclaimer: Don't own and likely to never be able to claim that. XD
Author Notes: This is my second fic of the day. I took more time with this one than the first for reasons that will be made obvious once the story is read. I'm really starting to like the character of Hayate so he is going to be showing up in several stories from now on. Most of which will be based around him. And they are likely to be one-shots.
"Damn it." Genma kneels in front of a grave, a bloody fist coming down to slam against the headstone and smears his blood across the name, Gekkou Hayate. "Damn it!" Ignoring the rain soaking him, the black-clad man stares through his bangs at the stone. Watching the blood being washed away, revealing the name again. "Hayate...." Closing his eyes, unable to continue looking at the name chiseled into the unfeeling marble. Pressing the heel of a hand against an eye, he hunches over even more ignoring the string of torn flesh as he grips tightly on the sword in his free hand. The cold rain causing him to shiver but he pays no attention to it, like everything else.
Raidou stares at the hunched back of his lover, pausing before he approaches the rest of the way and settles down next to the other man. Placing the flowers he brought on the stone, he carefully reaches out to wrap his arm around the tense body next to his. Squeezing on the nape of Genma's neck, he stays silent giving him the chance to mourn the loss of their friend.
Keeps his eyes shut, he knows that Raidou is the one next to him, not needing to look to know. Clutching the scabbard in his hand, he lets out a shriek. Raw sounding and full of pain, Genma screams his fury and sadness to the unfeeling overcast sky above. A bolt of lightning flashes overhead while animals, startled from the trees, are sent into flight. Tears prick at his eyes, he slumps to the ground, cheek pressed against the icy marble. Releasing the katana, he lifts a hand to press it against the carved name. "Hayate. I'm sorry."
Watching, Raidou can only sit there and allow all these emotions to come out now. Unable to look away nor comfort his lover. Kneeling in the wet grass, he wants to reach out and pull the other man up and into his arms but unable. Not until Genma himself makes the first move. Looking away, he gives the other man what privacy he can; to give him the chance to say goodbye.
Barely noticing Raidou's presence, he traces the name than pushes himself up until he's leaning over the cut stone. "I never told you this while you were alive. I should have and I think that you knew, without having to hear the words. That's what we were trained to do. To be observant but I should have still told you. I'm sorry." Licking at his lips, paying no attention to the taste of blood, Genma keeps his eyes fastened on the name. "You were my brother. I wish I had said it while you were alive, Hayate." Reaching out, his hand comes to rest on the abandoned sword and he picks it up before placing it across the rain-slicked headstone. Rocking back on his heels, he prepares to stand knowing that Raidou is worried about him and climbs to his feet.
Beginning to turn towards the patiently waiting man, he pauses and looks over his shoulder towards the grave, a smile quirking at his lips despite the lingering sadness in his eyes. "Goodbye Hayate." Turning towards his lover, Genma steps forward into Raidou's arms and wraps his own around his broad shoulders, feeling the other man's come around him. Burying his face into the coarse black material, he sighs. "Can we go home, Rai?"
Tangling his hand in Genma's unadorned hair, he nods and drops a kiss against the uncovered hair next to his cheek. Performing the handseals, he teleports them right to their apartment without another word, keeping a firm grip on the body pressed against his own. "Genma?" Wraps his hand around his chin, he lifts his head to stare at him.
"I'm fine."
"Like hell you are."
Too drained to protest, he allows the older man push him into a chair and bandage his torn hands. "I need to sleep."
Looking up at him from his kneeling position, Raidou studies his partner. Nodding, he finishes cleaning and bandaging Genma's hands and rises to his feet. "Come on." Tugging him up, he pulls him towards their bedroom and strips the wet clothing from both of their bodies. Glancing at the unnaturally silent man's face, he sighs and pushes him into their bed, climbing in after him and wraps both the covers and himself around the chilled body. "Genma..."
Presses a bandage wrapped palm against his lips, he shakes his head. Pleads with him silently.
With a nod, Raidou subsides and kisses him lightly before easing away enough to allow Genma to curl up in his arms and rubs at his back, hoping to warm him back up. "I love you."
The remaining tension melts from Genma's body with those words and he soon slides into sleep, trusting Raidou to stand guard over him.