Disclaimer: Nope, Naruto is not mine He's underage anyway.

Short little chapter in keeping with my short little attention span...

Every word and image in Iruka's highly confidential medical trauma file was now a permanent part of the copy-nin's mental inbox. He found that the depth of the violation of this man's privacy was another newly-discovered kink, way beyond his run-of-the-mill voyeurism preferences. It felt like he owned this guy.

Those psyche-nins are weenies, though, he thought. There wasn't anything conclusive about Iruka's "orientation" in all the pages of mumbo-jumbo . Still, as a skilled manipulator knew that the information he now had might put him in a much better position to get to the bottom of things in the long run.

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The group courier moved through the desks, retrieving the time report folders to deliver to the timekeeper. Chucking the files into his rolling cart, he swept down the last row of desks. There were two files instead of one in the outbox marked "TIME" in the third desk down, somewhat odd, but he picked them both up and dropped them on the pile anyway. They didn't pay him enough to do this boring shit and think, too. He rolled on out to make his delivery and get on to the main event, lunch.

"Here ya go. Hey, Genma, where's Shufan?"

"Out sick," Genma grumbled, senbon twitching. "How come they don't have you do this, too? It's more your grade level." He pulled the top file out of the cart.

"Hey, man, I don't piss off with the boss-lady like you do. I'll be back at four to pick em up."

"Make it five, this'll take forever." He slapped the top file open, copied the top sheet's time charges, made the notes in the margins and signed off on the employee copy. Reassembled, closed, on the to next. What crap.

He whipped the next file open, and his brows knit in confusion at the name on the side tab.

'Iruka?' he thought. 'His time isn't charged in this group.'

On top inside the file was a manila folder stamped "EVIDENCE PHOTOS".

'Ooh, now what do we have here,' he smiled, and dumped out the pictures, and all the vivid color in the photos seemed to leech the color out of his face. He almost pierced his own hand as he slapped it over his mouth. "Is that…are these…Iruka's…oh my gods!" He slapped the file shut, crammed it in the desk drawer to hide it while he regained his composure. It took a full three minutes for him to decide to pull it back out and read it cover to cover. He snapped a rubber band around it and put it back into the cart, hiding it under the other files.

The accuracy of his time roll-up was appalling.

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The next day, Genma was stirring the most fascinating bowl of rice and fried egg he had ever seen. Such was his concentration that he missed the chance to talk to Iruka, who passed by without comment since he was in a hurry anyway. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the ponytail disappear around the corner.

He wasn't ready to reconcile the man with the information he'd absorbed quite yet, and he was afraid he'd give himself away. He really wished he hadn't read the damn thing.

"Hey, Genma, wake up!" Raidou laughed, dropping into the seat next to him with his lunch plate.

"Hey, Raidou," he greeted absently.

"What's up, why the long face?"

"It's nothing. I'm just tired, I had to roll up the time for all the offices yesterday."

"That stinks. You better not tangle with Tsunade again, or you'll be doing the laundry next."

Genma nodded, running his fingers through his hair.

"You sure that's all it is? That's not like you," Raidou queried, pointing to Genma's thoroughly mixed but uneaten lunch.

"Oh, well, I found something out about somebody that's really messed up. I guess it's bugging me because I'm really not supposed to know. "

"Something bad?"

"Oh, ho, ho, yeah. It's bad."

"Is it about somebody I know?"

"Yeah, but, I shouldn't say anything,,"

"Hey, man, you know I wouldn't tell anybody. If you're worried, don't name names. What happened? "

Taking the opportunity to vent his anxiety, Genma caved in and described his find in low, quiet tones as his confidant writhed uncomfortably, fighting the urge to hold his own jewels securely against the very thought.

"I think I know who it is anyway," Raidou gasped. "So that's why his wife can whip him so easy."

"No, it's not an old married guy. He's actually pretty much a loner, which sure makes sense now." Genma could see the gears turning in the other man's head.

"I think I know who it is then," Raidou mused. "I won't tell anybody. But, technically, you didn't tell me who .." He held his hand up and pulled a fistful of his hair up into a ponytail. "Right?"

"You're good." Genma nodded with a sudden smile. "Heh, for a second there when you knew who it was from the word "loner" I thought you were gonna say Kakashi."

Raidou cracked up at that. "Shit, I known for a fact he's still slapping his set on everything in Konoha that will hold still long enough."

"Yeah, I got his "rough mission" dance just last month. You know, he's a royal pain when you try to put him off, and I've seen him lurching on Iruka big time. Maybe we should say something, you know, get him to lay off."

"You mean, tell him? Not me, man." Raidou watched as Genma stood and dumped his uneaten meal in the trash. "He'd probably feel real bad and get pissed that he didn't know sooner. I don't need that drama. Hey, I'll contribute to the cause by laying off myself. I've taken some serious runs at that poor guy."

"Me, too. Oops, it's late, I'd better go. Hey, Iwashi. See you guys later." Genma, feeling much better, headed off.

"Sit, I gotta go here in a minute." Raidou said around a mouthful of food. "We got to talking and I lost track of time."

Taking Genma's still-warm seat, Iwashi chomped on a roll and regarded him curiously. "Something interesting?"

"Can you keep a secret?" Raidou asked quietly. Iwashi leaned in close, nodding. "Have I got a story for you."