Disclaimer: Naruto is not my toy, although sometimes I wish it was. Everyone you meet here belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, I just borrow them, occasionally.

Author's Note: This is NOT CONTIGUOUS with anything else I've ever written. This was the very first time I'd ever tried to write Genma and I never finished the story. I'm posting the parts I have in the hopes that it'll inspire me to finish the damn thing and get it the hell off my WIP list.

Warnings: Eventual yaoi


He walked out to the living room and sat down with a novel -- some mystery novel that Rai had lent him -- and waited. One hour slid into the next, and he started to wonder if he might have been mistaken. The apartment was warm -- too warm, really -- and the heat was beginning to take its toll on his senses. As he fought against the exhaustion that beat against him like a cudgel, he heard the tap on the window, and looked up to meet Kakashi's sparkling blue eye. Kakashi managed a modicum of concern with the sixth of his face that was exposed, and Genma waved it off as he stood up and shook off the desire to sleep. The standard series of shoulder rolls and hand signals followed:

Are you sure you're up for this?
No, but I'll do it anyway. Come on, show some sense.
If you were on your way to bed --
I wouldn't be in the living room.
If you're sure... I have something in mind.

The signal was different. He had something interesting in mind. Genma sure as hell wasn't going to argue with that. He leapt up and followed Kakashi across the rooftops, with a growing sense of recognition. This wouldn't happen in the forest or some alley, this time. They were headed for Kakashi's apartment. He felt a thin smile creep across his face and quickly returned his face to the blank mask he favoured. No emotion. Not yet.

Sure enough, they settled in front of Kakashi's door. Quiet. Kakashi signed. He's sleeping. Genma nodded. Kakashi's roommate worked mornings, and it would be exceptionally bad form to wake him. He followed as quietly as he could across the squeaky wood floor.

"Your floor..." he hissed in exasperation, closing the bedroom door behind them.

Kakashi merely smiled and nodded.

"Fine, I suppose I can see the advantage," Genma grumbled, reaching out to fondle Kakashi's ass as he bent over to turn on some music.

Kakashi blinked in surprise, and a lecherous smile curled across his face as he peeled down his mask. "Well..."

"You're wearing too much," Genma sniped, the fire behind his eyes threatening to burn them from their sockets.

"Hm." Kakashi replied, contemplatively, as he stripped off his shirt, slowly, and sat down on the futon. "Let me think if I have any reason I'm going to need my shoes, later."

Genma glared in stunned indignaiton.