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Title: Guess Who
Characters: Genma and ?? (hehee)
Series: Naruto
Word Count: 999 (kinna wicked...hehe, didn't even try for it)
Warnings: Little bit of language. Genma's a potty mouth when he gets riled apparently.
Disclaimer: Little Japanese man owns, not I.
Summary: Genma needs/wants a bit of relaxation away from it all, does he get it?
He just wanted to get out of the structured town, the structured village with its half fixed buildings and cement seals that kept them standing for just a little while longer. Even if he was still in range of the village, the nicety of being away from it all washed over him, the ease and calmness had him sighing happily. Getting away from it all, the hustle and bustle of village life, the other shinobi, and the way everyone was pitching in to help after the small war Orochimaru threw them.
Genma stoked his small fire, senbon waggling between his lips as he sighed happily. Yes, being away from it all had its perks. Out here he could read, watch the stars come out on his own accord, jack off, lay in the grass naked if he wanted to chance no one coming up on him.
Of course tomorrow he’d be back in the village, doing all he could in preparation for the new Hokage and fixing up the damage that had been wrought in the battle.
A sound caught his ear, making it twitch back. He kept moving around the fire, fixing his supper of rabbit stew as if he hadn’t heard anything. Genma knew better than to think that his imagination had been playing a trick on him. He was a trained shinobi of Konoha, not much imagination was needed for figuring out what went bump in the night.
Another sound coming from right behind him, the light sound of cloth brushing against a leaf caught his attention. There was definitely someone there with him. But who would sneak around him?
Surely not Sound nins?
No, I’d already be their prey and one of us would be dead already. He thought to himself.
It was someone or something that was not really all that aggressive. Someone or something that was pretty stealthy to only make a few sounds in the dense growth around him. Sounds that seemed just far too…planned.
A twig snapped to his right. The senbon went flying out of his mouth toward the sound as he whirled around, one hand drawing a kunai out of his thigh holster the other throwing dirt on his fire to put it out. They would not have the upper hand of using that against him.
His senbon twanged into a tree, vibrating from the force of hitting it.
Genma cursed under his breath and moved over to it, keeping his senses peeled for anything unusual. He pulled the senbon out of the tree and put it back in his mouth, making sure that he couldn’t be an easy mark for his enemy while doing so. He was up against someone or something as elite as he. There wasn’t any smells, no sounds, no chakra presence, everything seemed masked from him at the moment. The shinobi calmed himself and listened.
Another sound.
The kunai flew true and straight into another tree. Genma’s eyes narrowed. He then jumped and whirled as fingers brushed against his empty hand, but it was too late. The person had already disappeared; two leaves flitted down in the air where the person had been.
Another kunai found his hand as Genma crouched low and kept moving silently, trying to get his bearings as to where the person had gone. Definitely a person, he had felt fingers against his hand, gloved and used to the work of a shinobi. Just what type of person Genma wasn’t sure, except that they loved playing with him right now.
Something brushed a leaf right by his left arm. Kunai went toward it, pinning the leaf to a bush behind it, senbon flying and twanging into another tree.
“Who the hell are you and what do you want?”
Silence was his answer. The complete and utter silence that came before a hellish storm. He was in a bad situation and didn’t really know what to do about it.
So much for a relaxing time by himself.
“At least show yourself so I’ll know who I’m killing…” He smirked a bit, taking another senbon out of his vest pocket and putting it in his mouth nonchalantly. He was cool calm and collected on the outside. On the inside…well that was a completely different matter.
“You thoughts are running like a rabbit through a maze, chased by a wolf…”
The voice was soft and everywhere at once. There seemed to be something vaguely familiar about it though…he just couldn’t quite place it.
“You pansy! come out and get me like a man!” Genma cried, gripping his kunai and clenching his senbon in his mouth.
“My, my, what a temper.” The voice cooed from the shadows. “What if I’m a woman…Genma?”
It could create a very real problem, is what it might do, Genma mused to himself. He had a gut feeling that only Sound nins could do that with their voices. He was shit out of luck either way. “Well then, bitch, come out and fight like a true shinobi!”
“Dear me, here I was thinking that I was a true shinobi by masking my presence completely.”
Riddles. Riddles and games came with that voice. He knew now that it was definitely a she. A female with a raspy voice that could make a man like him want plenty more than just words flowing through those lips. That is if her looks matched a voice that screamed sex.
“Yeah, yeah, enough talk.” Genma growled, shifting the kunai in his hand as much as he did his body in the undergrowth to try to find her.
“You won’t find me over there.” A voice whispered directly in his ear.
Genma whirled around, then smirked and spit out his senbon in the opposite direction. He gasped as the girl did and ran to her. “Damnit! Why do you always have to do this shit to me? Don’t you have anyone else to torture?”
He watched the lips curve up into a disarming smile, “No.”
Characters: Genma and ?? (hehee)
Series: Naruto
Word Count: 999 (kinna wicked...hehe, didn't even try for it)
Warnings: Little bit of language. Genma's a potty mouth when he gets riled apparently.
Disclaimer: Little Japanese man owns, not I.
Summary: Genma needs/wants a bit of relaxation away from it all, does he get it?
He just wanted to get out of the structured town, the structured village with its half fixed buildings and cement seals that kept them standing for just a little while longer. Even if he was still in range of the village, the nicety of being away from it all washed over him, the ease and calmness had him sighing happily. Getting away from it all, the hustle and bustle of village life, the other shinobi, and the way everyone was pitching in to help after the small war Orochimaru threw them.
Genma stoked his small fire, senbon waggling between his lips as he sighed happily. Yes, being away from it all had its perks. Out here he could read, watch the stars come out on his own accord, jack off, lay in the grass naked if he wanted to chance no one coming up on him.
Of course tomorrow he’d be back in the village, doing all he could in preparation for the new Hokage and fixing up the damage that had been wrought in the battle.
A sound caught his ear, making it twitch back. He kept moving around the fire, fixing his supper of rabbit stew as if he hadn’t heard anything. Genma knew better than to think that his imagination had been playing a trick on him. He was a trained shinobi of Konoha, not much imagination was needed for figuring out what went bump in the night.
Another sound coming from right behind him, the light sound of cloth brushing against a leaf caught his attention. There was definitely someone there with him. But who would sneak around him?
Surely not Sound nins?
No, I’d already be their prey and one of us would be dead already. He thought to himself.
It was someone or something that was not really all that aggressive. Someone or something that was pretty stealthy to only make a few sounds in the dense growth around him. Sounds that seemed just far too…planned.
A twig snapped to his right. The senbon went flying out of his mouth toward the sound as he whirled around, one hand drawing a kunai out of his thigh holster the other throwing dirt on his fire to put it out. They would not have the upper hand of using that against him.
His senbon twanged into a tree, vibrating from the force of hitting it.
Genma cursed under his breath and moved over to it, keeping his senses peeled for anything unusual. He pulled the senbon out of the tree and put it back in his mouth, making sure that he couldn’t be an easy mark for his enemy while doing so. He was up against someone or something as elite as he. There wasn’t any smells, no sounds, no chakra presence, everything seemed masked from him at the moment. The shinobi calmed himself and listened.
Another sound.
The kunai flew true and straight into another tree. Genma’s eyes narrowed. He then jumped and whirled as fingers brushed against his empty hand, but it was too late. The person had already disappeared; two leaves flitted down in the air where the person had been.
Another kunai found his hand as Genma crouched low and kept moving silently, trying to get his bearings as to where the person had gone. Definitely a person, he had felt fingers against his hand, gloved and used to the work of a shinobi. Just what type of person Genma wasn’t sure, except that they loved playing with him right now.
Something brushed a leaf right by his left arm. Kunai went toward it, pinning the leaf to a bush behind it, senbon flying and twanging into another tree.
“Who the hell are you and what do you want?”
Silence was his answer. The complete and utter silence that came before a hellish storm. He was in a bad situation and didn’t really know what to do about it.
So much for a relaxing time by himself.
“At least show yourself so I’ll know who I’m killing…” He smirked a bit, taking another senbon out of his vest pocket and putting it in his mouth nonchalantly. He was cool calm and collected on the outside. On the inside…well that was a completely different matter.
“You thoughts are running like a rabbit through a maze, chased by a wolf…”
The voice was soft and everywhere at once. There seemed to be something vaguely familiar about it though…he just couldn’t quite place it.
“You pansy! come out and get me like a man!” Genma cried, gripping his kunai and clenching his senbon in his mouth.
“My, my, what a temper.” The voice cooed from the shadows. “What if I’m a woman…Genma?”
It could create a very real problem, is what it might do, Genma mused to himself. He had a gut feeling that only Sound nins could do that with their voices. He was shit out of luck either way. “Well then, bitch, come out and fight like a true shinobi!”
“Dear me, here I was thinking that I was a true shinobi by masking my presence completely.”
Riddles. Riddles and games came with that voice. He knew now that it was definitely a she. A female with a raspy voice that could make a man like him want plenty more than just words flowing through those lips. That is if her looks matched a voice that screamed sex.
“Yeah, yeah, enough talk.” Genma growled, shifting the kunai in his hand as much as he did his body in the undergrowth to try to find her.
“You won’t find me over there.” A voice whispered directly in his ear.
Genma whirled around, then smirked and spit out his senbon in the opposite direction. He gasped as the girl did and ran to her. “Damnit! Why do you always have to do this shit to me? Don’t you have anyone else to torture?”
He watched the lips curve up into a disarming smile, “No.”