Prologue
Genma twirled his senbon between his teeth, grinning from ear to ear. He was finally home after so long, two years he'd been gone. Waving to anonymous civilians and ninja, scaring some old lady who thought he was a serial killer with a pleasant disposition. God it was great to be home. He took a deep breath, inaling the clean autumn air that only his home village had, and strutting his 'stuff' with minimal cares and worries. He strolled towards his favorite drunken hangout which famed for the sign on its window 'Liquor in the front, crapper in the rear; if you can't make it all the way just do it in your beer'. He smiled wickedly hoping to find a beautiful curvaceous flexible woman to walk him home after he'd become sufficiently soused enough to tolerate her high pitched screams ringing through the night. Contrary to the old ladies beliefs, it was unrelated to a murder.
He lifted the curtain and adjusted his eyes to the dim lighting of the smoke filled tavern immediately recognizing the familiar group of jounin he usually sat with. Two years hadn't done much to them –Maybe he'd tell them of his sexy medic encounter. Gai was still green and beastly, hardly what any one would call beautiful unless approaching the state of drunkenness one would only acquire just before passing out. Kurenai and Asuma were still attached to each other, sickening the others with their open displays of affection. Anko was still hard headed, he always imagined her in leather. That hadn't changed either. Kakashi was…happy? That was not right, unless he finally got some. In that case, congratulations were in order.
He moseyed on over to the familiar table and held up a hand to greet them.
"GENMA! MY OLD FRIEND! YOU HAVE RETURNED!" Gai shouted, unnecessary considering the distance, the rest of the table sighed and glared at the exuberantly youthful man. Genma received quieter acknowledgements from his somewhat sane friends and a quick slap on the ass from Anko. The woman had balls –and a rather nice cleavage- but she was reasonably aggressive, he wasn't into S&M. He took a seat beside the bearded, chain smoking man and ordered a drink.
"So Genma, how long have you been home?" Asuma queried.
"Not too long, I just saw Tsunade then"
"Any injuries?"
Genma smirked and flicked his senbon skyward "Yeah, back of my thigh. Never would've guessed who healed it"
"ENLIGHTEN US!" Gai grinned, blinding a couple of occupants and earning a few 'OH DEAR GOD MY EYES!' from a now blind man near the door.
"You guys know Sakura, right?" The majority of the males –most of them sporting bruises and cuts- in the bar froze and listened attentively to the conversation. The jounin at the table glanced at Kakashi before nodding to Genma "Well she was meant to heal me. Damn have I gotta tell you! If she was hot when she was 17 it's nothing compared to her now. Seriously that ass I just wanna-"
'Thud'
He was interrupted by shuriken that had just missed his head and imbedded itself in the wood behind him, darting his eyes at the rest of the patrons trying to find the culprit. He glared into thin air and turned to the rest of the table trying to hide their snickers.
"Who the hell threw that?!"
All of them shook their heads while Kakashi turned the page of his precious smut filled novel. Genma deemed it safe to continued "Anyway as I was saying. I'd bend that hot body over a log any- WHAT THE FUCK!" He had just managed to catch the kunai aimed straight for his head moments before it pierced the skin.
"I think it would be wise to stop talking about Sakura-san like that Genma" Kurenai suggested.
"Like hell! I wanna finish my story" Anko laughed at the man's stupidity, Asuma smiled at him pityingly and Gai just sat there crying for him "Now…where was I? Oh yeah! Then when she walked over to me I could see those tits bouncing. I was thinking about sq- HOLY MOTHER OF FUCKING MARY!" Genma screamed and leaped out of his chair. All males in the bar grimaced, all females grinned evilly and Kakashi just kept reading.
"Who in the hell?! One inch higher and that woulda hit gods gift to women!" Anko felt like getting up and punching him on the spot but Gai wisely held onto her shoulder to prevent any further damage to the man currently pulling a kunai from the top of his inner thigh. All thought it was safe now and maybe Genma had learnt his lesson, according to the pained gasps coming from him, but all he did was grin like an idiot.
"What now?" The ruby eyed kunoichi voiced everyone's thoughts, with an exasperated groan.
"It seems I must visit a very sexy pink haired doctor" Gai slapped his forehead, Anko scoffed and took a sip of her drink, Asuma chuckled and Kurenai groaned in annoyance.
Again Kakashi kept reading.
He went to move but two senbon somehow found their way to his abdomen just above a very important part of the male anatomy. "Fuck!" He yanked the two senbon from his pelvis and suddenly realized the only place all those weapons could have come from "Eh Kakashi, did you throw all these?"
Kakashi looked up from his book.
"Yes" He gave a smile to the senbon sucking lecher then switched his eyes back to his book.
Genma was very unhappy "Why'd you do that? I know she was you're student but she's not now. Any guy in this room will admit to that. I'm not the only one here that'd like to screw her brains out!"
Gasps were heard all around the room and glasses slipped from hands as everyone watched with baited breath. Kakashi calmly stepped away from his chair and walked up to his womanizing friend. Genma finally got the idea that maybe he shouldn't have said anything. Kakashi closed his book and slipped it into his pocket. His calm eye immediately turned murderous, Genma gulped. Kakashi pulled back his arm and as quick as it lifted it fell, along with an unconscious brunette man with his senbon still sticking out of his mouth.
"I'm going to see my little cherry blossom about a very stupid man who will be getting a far worse punishment" Kakashi informed his friends and dragged the knocked out shinobi behind him. The crowd parted for the man that was known to put men into coma's for even speaking to his wife, let alone think bad thoughts about her, in public.
"Idiot" Anko snickered.
"We should have told him" Asuma reasoned, then glanced around at the other reminiscing men who'd once –or several times- received the same fate as their friend.
"Who else have we warned?"
"Good point"
A/N I've decided to continue on with this story, some people have asked for it so I thought 'eh, why not?' Tell me if you think it's a goer! Cheers.