Harune was much more excited for her outing to the bar than she thought she should have been; then again, she hadn't actually gone out with her friends for the night in her life, so she told herself that it was totally acceptable.
While she was ecstatic to actually have plans for the evening, Genma's invitation had caused the thoughtful ex-kunoichi to reflect on her life. She initially felt ridiculously melodramatic for it, but it was this invitation that made Harune realize that something that seemed so casual and normal to her jonin counterpart was anything but for her.
The Kamineko had spent the peak years of her adolescence on the life-threatening task of serving as Orochimaru's subordinate. Consequently, she had missed out on the teenage experience. Granted, this wasn't her main concern throughout the three years she was experimented on and exploited, and a shinobi's adolescence was hardly considered "normal", however it was still something Harune wished she could have shared with her friends.
Harune had frequently found herself wondering what sort of life she could have ended up leading had she never left on that mission those three years ago. On one of her lazy afternoons in the flowershop, she had decided that she would've probably been an ANBU captain, like Kakashi, but then she realized that it would have been just as likely that she worked in the Intelligence Division, seeing as she was the Head's subordinate. Feeling that both positions were plausible, the imaginative ex-jonin contented herself with both.
As for her friendships, it didn't take any musing to know that she definitely would have ended up much closer to all the members of her little shinobi family.
Harune's biggest regret, she realized, was the fact that she hadn't been able to be there for Kakashi. Of course, her introverted best friend had been nothing but pleasantly happy around her since her return, but the look in his eyes when he thought she wasn't looking was pained and broken. The feline summoner knew that her three year absence was more than just tough on the Hatake; it completely destroyed him.
While he was usually away on missions, the rare occasions Kakashi was in the village were concerning to Harune. He never accepted any of their friends' invitations to hang out; whenever Gai would call out to him on the street from their regular table at the dango shop, the silver-headed jonin would simply look at the group before walking away.
Spending time with the group herself led Harune to find that the group attributed Kakashi's disregard for all of them to the deaths of Rin, Obito, and Minato-sensei, and they weren't completely wrong. Harune was relieved, if not even glad, that her shinobi comrades understood that much, and that they would never turn their backs on her best friend.
Be careful out there, Kakashi-kun, the former ANBU operative thought, tying his old red scarf around her waist like a belt, a habit she had formed in her days with Orochimaru.
The sound of Genma's fist banging on her front door pulled Harune out of her thoughts.
"Hey," he said casually, senbon upturned in his signature smirk. This time, he wasn't discrete in admiring the demoted kunoichi, but Harune wasn't bothered at all by it. Rather, quite uncharacteristically, a red hot blush rose up in her cheeks, and it was all she could do to be grateful for her dark complexion.
"Hey," she answered, stepping out and closing the door behind her.
"Everyone's really excited to see you," the senbon-wielder chuckled as they began walking.
"Who's coming?" Harune asked, running her hand through her hair to keep her overgrown bangs out of her face.
"Hmm, Raido, Gai, Asuma, Kurenai, you, and little old me," Genma said, walking with his hands in his pockets. Harune was looking straight ahead as they talked, but he was finding it especially difficult not to keep glancing at the girl beside him and admiring her beauty.
"Ouh, I'm the only minor there. I feel so badass," Harune laughed sarcastically.
"It's all good, you look old enough. Hell, you probably look older than Kurenai!" Genma replied.
"It's the scar, I think," the ex-jonin joked, but the slight hint of ruefulness that made itself known in her voice didn't go unnoticed by Genma, who smiled sympathetically.
"You ready to get plastered tonight?" he changed the subject, throwing his arm around the girl's shoulder. She didn't shrug it off.
"I've never gotten drunk before," Harune admitted. While Genma somewhat knew this piece of relatively obvious information, it still surprised him a bit to hear her say it. Alcohol was an important part of the 22-year-old jonin's life. Even in his adolescence the senbon specialist had found a sense of comfort and euphoria that could only be achieved in a drunken state. It wasn't long after he discovered this that Genma became a regular at Konoha's downtown bar, oftentimes bringing if not the whole group, at least one drinking buddy, and it was usually Raido. The bartender knew the elite bodyguard by name, as well as his favourite drinks, how many beers got him tipsy, and how many glasses of sake knocked him out. It wasn't uncommon to find the jonin wandering Konoha's dark streets in the middle of the night, drunkenly trying to find his way back home, and while their friends recognized the dangers of Genma's ever-growing alcoholism, they didn't have the heart to intervene. Every shinobi had their vice, their way of coping, and alcohol was Genma's.
So when Harune admitted to him that she had never gotten drunk, and especially when he knew her past and the ordeals she had suffered, the elite bodyguard couldn't wrap his mind around how she managed to maintain her composure so well. It also made him feel slightly weak for having to turn to booze just to get through his days and live on as a shinobi.
"Trust me, it's fun as hell," Genma chuckled, kind of hoping to actually see the ex-kunoichi drunk. He had her pegged as the fun kind. "Here we are," he winked, holding the bar door open for her and guiding her in with his hand at the small of her back.
"Harune!" Gai roared from the group's booth at the back of the bar. Waving eagerly, the 17 year old darted through the crowd, and let the eccentric green-clad jonin hug her. By the time Genma had caught up with her, the rest of the group had already greeted her, and she was pulling up a chair for herself from the table beside them.
"Genma," Asuma greeted the tokubetsu jonin with a nod, and Kurenai, who was sitting beside him, smiled warmly.
"Yo," Genma replied, sitting himself down next to Harune. "Where's Raido?" he asked, looking around for his best friend.
"Getting rounds," Gai said eagerly. Genma nodded approvingly.
"What do you like to drink, Harune?" Asuma asked, putting out a cigarette butt on the ashtray on the table. Harune shrugged.
"Never been drinking before," she laughed lightly.
"I think I know what you'd like," Genma cocked his brow, and got up quickly to join Raido at the bar.
"Harune, I didn't know you were already 18," Kurenai said in her usual, gentle voice. Harune had always found it soothing and had a special admiration for the kunoichi, who was able to preserve an air of beautiful femininity; it was something the suspended jonin had never been capable of doing herself.
"I'm not," Harune smiled sheepishly.
"S'alright, she looks old enough, besides," Genma cut in, placing a few beers on the table, followed by Raido, who did the same. "—when's your birthday, Harune-chan?"
"April 4th," the girl named spring said. Genma looked up in the air as he counted the months between now and then.
"8 months," he calculated, and sat down while Raido scooted his way into the booth, giving Harune a small wave, which she returned cheerfully.
"You aren't going to be any more mature in 8 months from now anyway, so why deprive you of something as great as the bar experience?" the senbon weilder deduced, handing Harune a bottle of beer.
"It's not about maturity, it's about legality," Kurenai argued, but made no move to get Harune kicked out. The chuunin had no qualms with their demoted friend drinking with them, but she always felt the need to correct the childish bodyguard. His immaturity annoyed her more often than not, and she especially didn't like the way he was buttering the girl five years his junior up, eyeing her in ways he really shouldn't be.
"No one has to know," Harune winked mischievously, and cracked open the bottle with her teeth before taking a swig.
"You're right, Genma-kun, I like this," she smirked, and chugged the bottle, much to the group's amazement. Gai, naturally, saw this as a challenge.
"Seeing as Kakashi isn't here, Harune, I've decided that you shall be my rival tonight," the green-clad jonin sitting beside her declared, and handed her another bottle.
"You're on, Bowl-cut," she laughed. The troublesome glint in Harune's eyes was more prominent than ever, and everyone knew that they were in for one hell of a night.
They weren't wrong.
The group talked and laughed, told stupid jokes and shared stories about their recent missions. Harune had never felt more at home; her friends included her and made her feel as though she had never left. The only thing missing was Kakashi; Harune wished he could have been there sitting next to her, and having a drinking competition with her and Gai. It wasn't long, however, before she started getting really dizzy, and all thoughts of Kakashi left her now clouded mind. Focusing on her friends, she couldn't help but smile when she noticed Asuma and Kurenai flirting, and laughed out loud when Raido nearly fell over trying to stand up to get more drinks.
"Har- Harune," Gai hiccupped, sliding another beer in her direction. Between themselves alone, the pair had already managed to down 18 beers, and both were feeling it heavily. Genma had been keeping an eye on the girl throughout the night, and while she was obviously very tipsy, laughing at absolutely everything and occasionally knocking an empty bottle over accidentally, the mischievous senbon weilder wanted to get her even more intoxicated, for no reason in particular. He himself was decently wasted, but it was still relatively early, and the night held much potential.
"Number 10," she giggled, and clinked her bottle with Gai's.
"How you doing, Haru-chan," Genma asked as the girl finished her bottle, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Harune crinkled her nose and giggled. Genma thought it was really cute.
"Your breath smells like sake and vodka," she noted, and took a stray shot of vodka that had been sitting on the table. Genma wondered when their faces had gotten so close together.
"There," the ex-jonin said, satisfaction in her voice. "Now we both smell like vodka."
"Are you having fun, you little drunk?" Genma asked. His vision was hazy, and if he was going to be honest with himself, he didn't smell any beer or vodka on Harune. Rather, a very sweet and simultaneously metallic scent emanated from her, and he felt compelled to kiss her. He would have, and almost did, but a loud thump from behind stopped him.
"Gai!" Harune cried, leaping up to help her friend, who had passed out and fell over on the floor in a rather painful way.
"Kuso," she grunted, trying to lift the weight of Gai's body and sit him back up in the booth. He was completely knocked out, but the fall had given him a cut just above his bushy eyebrow, and was bleeding profusely. Seeing Gai vulnerable somehow sobered Harune nearly instantly, and she focused all her energy on helping him.
"Up we go," she murmured as she pulled him up, straddling him on the bench to keep him upright.
"Come on, Gai, wake up," she muttered, slapping him gently on the cheek, and reaching for the napkins on the cluttered table. Genma watched idly, as did Asuma and Kurenai; all three of them were still very drunk and unsure of what was going on or what to do. Raido had fallen asleep on the table, and was snoring loudly.
Harune dipped a napkin in the pitcher of water that was conveniently sitting on the table. She suddenly remembered the bartender bringing it to them; he probably figured they had all had more than enough to drink. She took a large gulp of it and was immediately glad she had; she hadn't realized how thirsty she was until then.
"Oh, Gai-kun," the ex-kunoichi sighed, mopping the blood away. This was one of those moments when she wished she was a real medic-nin, and could use healing chakra as Rin had. In the meantime, she had to work with what she had, and so the resourceful civilian pulled off the wrappings she kept on her right arm, and wrapped them around Gai's wounded head.
No one else in the bar seemed to notice the whole affair; it was quite loud and busy that night.
The Green Beast of the Leaf still hadn't woken up, worrying Harune a great deal, and she threw him up over her shoulder fire-man style.
"I'm taking this guy home," she said, and gave a small wave to Asuma and Kurenai, who responded in kind, even though they looked a little dazed. "Make sure he gets home ok too," she said to Genma, motioning to Raido. "Take care," she gave a small smile, and hauled Gai off.
Thankful that Gai didn't live too far from the bar, Harune dropped him off. She had considered taking him to the hospital, but the eccentric jonin had woken up just as they had reached his apartment.
"What the hell happened?" he groaned, wincing when Harune put him down.
"You passed out and busted your head open," she replied, not unkindly. "You're home now though. You totally lost by the way," she joked.
"Ugh, I'll spend the rest of my life challenging you and Kakashi until I beat you!" Gai declared with great determination before turning to enter his apartment. Harune chuckled.
"Good luck," she winked, turning on her heel to leave. "Sleep on your side and drink loads of water," she smiled, and walked off, hands in her pockets.
Now that she knew that Gai was alright, Harune could feel her sobriety slipping away, and the effects of the alcohol creeping back up on her. She was nearly halfway home when a familiar voice called her from behind.
The Kamineko had to squint to see who it was in the dark, but it wasn't ong before she recognized Genma's silhouette approaching her.
She stopped, and tilted her head slightly as she watched the bodyguard stagger his way toward her. He was still quite drunk.
"Hey, Genma-kun," the tipsy civilian greeted. "Did the others go home too?"
The senbon-weilder nodded. Harune furrowed her brow.
"Don't you live that way?" she asked, motioning behind Genma, who nodded again, and finally opened his mouth to speak.
"I wanted to make sure you got home ok," he said gruffly, looking the girl straight in the eye. She was so goddamned beautiful. "C'mon, I'll walk you," he said. "You've taken care of Gai, it's only fair someone makes sure you're alright."
At this, Harune smiled gratefully. For the first time, she realized how damn attractive the tokubetsu jonin was. She loved the light-brown colour of his eyes, and his shaggy golden-brown hair that he kept in check under the hitai-ate he wore as a bandana. He hadn't worn his vest that night, so she could make out the outlines of his chiseled chest where the wind blew his uniform shirt up against his body. Cursing herself internally for the thoughts that started running through her head, she began to walk, and Genma followed.
The pair walked in relative silence; both of them were too tipsy, and the sexual tension hanging over them didn't leave much for them to casually talk about.
When they finally reached her front door, Genma sighed, rubbing the back of his head.
"Genma-kun," Harune said slowly, just as she unlocked her door. "It's late already, do you wanna just crash at my place? I'd feel bad if you had to walk all the way back; you live kind of far from here."
The answer she got was not what she expected. Genma crashed his lips against hers, pushing her up against her front door and lifting her so he wouldn't have to crouch down. Harune wrapped her legs around him in response, and the jonin's hands wandered her body until one hand held both her arms up against the door by her wrists, and the other felt its way up and down her left thigh hugging his waist.
The pressure in Genma's pants was growing rapidly, and Harune felt it rise against her, making her crave the man before her even more.
"Genma-kun," she breathed heavily, breaking the kiss. "Let's at least get inside first, yeah?" Turning the doorknob, the pair swung into the apartment, not having broken apart. The elite bodyguard kicked the door back shut and carried the woman wrapped around him to her room, throwing her on the bed.
It took everything in Genma's power not to lose complete control; he had wanted this girl ever since she had gotten back, that much he knew, but it wasn't until he saw her lying on the bed before him that he realized just how badly he wanted her. After he stripped her down to her underwear, he took off his own clothes, revealing his ripped chest.
Harune couldn't believe what was happening. Part of her wanted to stop it before it got any further, but the other part, the stronger part, wanted Genma. Bad. She wanted him to kiss her, touch her, and she wanted to feel him inside her.
The jonin kneeled between her legs, shirtless, and took a moment to admire the woman lying in front of him. Harune was beautiful, and Genma found her body to be near perfect. Her dark skin was warm and smooth, but heavily scarred, and Genma didn't want to even try to imagine what she had been through. Suddenly, something occurred to him, and the 22-year-old leaned forward to kiss Harune.
"You're still virgin, aren't you?" he asked gently, caressing her body. Harune looked up, green eyes meeting brown. She nodded, running her hands through the jonin's hair. It was surprisingly soft, and felt amazing.
Genma swallowed hard, preparing himself to have to potentially regain all sense of self-restraint.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" he asked, visibly struggling with his decision to ask, and hoping dearly she said yes.
The girl lying beneath him just laughed; it was a cheerful laugh, and probably the most genuine sound of joy Genma had ever heard come from her. Harune pulled the jonin's face down and pressed her lips against his.
"You wouldn't have gotten this far if I wasn't okay with it, Genma-kun," she teased, much to the bodyguard's relief. He responded by flashing Harune a troublesome smirk, and left of trail of kisses from her lips all the way down to her womanhood.
A tiny moan escaped the Kamineko's lips as Genma hovered his mouth between her legs, before pulling off her underwear. She was so wet and so painfully inviting, but it was her first time, and Genma was determined to make it fucking amazing. He carefully dipped his fingers into her entrance, relishing in the sounds she was making. Her moans alone were enough to send him over the edge, but he forced himself to hold it. He went in and ate her out, taking in her sweetness and fucking her deeply with his tongue. The moment his tongue came down on her, Harune grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to keep going. This encouragement drove Genma mad, and with a hard thrust of his fingers, he came up to give her tits some love. He began to suck on one, and before long it was plump and round. Not wanting to leave the other one out, he began rolling her nipple between his fingertips, and kissed her hungrily. By now, Harune was grinding down on his fingers, silently begging for him to enter her fully.
"Ge…Genma-ah-ahh," she moaned, "Puh-please." Genma watched the girl writhe in pleasure beneath him, her eyes half-closed as she felt him all over her body.
"Please what," he teased in her ear. His svelte voice drove her crazy, and in retaliation, she slipped her hand into his boxers and stroked his pulsating member. The urgency and unexpectedness of the act destroyed what little was left of Genma's self-control, and sliding out of his boxers, he grabbed Harune's hand and pinned it above her head, holding her in place while he pushed himself deep into her. The loud gasp that escaped her lips reminded him to be more gentle with her, and he paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust to the new and overwhelming sensation. The hand that wasn't pinned down had found its way to the back of his neck, and the unfamiliar feelings of mixed pain and pleasure caused Harune to hold a tight grip in Genma's hair, long set free from the confines of his hitai-ate. When he felt her grip slacken, Genma took this as permission to keep going, and before long, moans were coming from both ninja as the elite bodyguard pounded deep into the girl. Higher and higher she lifted her legs until they were resting on Genma's bare shoulders, allowing him to hit her G-spot with every thrust. The pleasure was so incredibly overpowering for Harune, and soon she was clinging onto the man inside her as they both climaxed, the sound of his muttered 'oh fuck's turning her on.
Slowly, Genma slid out of the girl, and with a satisfied groan, he let himself fall beside her limp body. Without a word, he pulled her into him, and the two fell asleep almost immediately.