I'm new to Fan Fiction.

Hope you like this. :)

I'm...obviously...not finished. And I'm just currently getting used to the way this works.

Sorry the chapters are so short. I'll try to lengthen them.

Lots of cussing.

I don't own Naruto or its characters.

The forests were very calm this evening. Nothing seemed to be wrong. And nothing really was...except for the pain in humans hearts.

A man was thrashing about his room in the hospital. Objects were being thrown through the window and against walls. A harsh cry came from his throat as he fell to his knees. Nurses were banging on the door, trying to open it. The man had thrown a chair against the door, so even if the handle hadn't broken, it would need more than just a plain nurse to open it.

"Hayate..." the man howled, his hands buried in his face as he rocked himself in the middle of the room. Tears dripped off the back of his hands, plopping onto the tile beneath him. He moaned in his grief, biting his lower lip and grabbing his hair. He didn't want to accept this and he couldn't take this fucking grief. He knew he couldn't do anything about it and that's what hurt him the most.

"Genma open this door before I pound it in!"

It was Raidou. His best friend. But he didn't want to open it. He didn't want his lover to see him like this. He was in a horrible state and he felt weak and pathetic. He was a fucking ninja, why was he groveling over another ninja? You aren't supposed to show your emotions! What a fucking joke!

"Leave me the FUCK ALONE, Raidou!" he screamed, throwing a metal chair at the window. It shattered, obviously, and he left through the exit he had made. He knew he was being irrational, and he knew he was being a big baby. But this was Hayate. And the Sand had killed him.

Baki had killed Hayate.

No, he knew he couldn't take on Baki. He was the teacher of that wretched beast Gaara. He didn't really care what happened to Sand when it came down to the villages. He didn't really care about any of the villages. But now he hated Sand. He hated Baki. And as much as he wanted to get back at him, he knew that he would die trying. And even though he would like to join his previous lover, he knew it is not what Hayate would want to happen.

Genma, Hayate, and Raidou were very close friends. VERY close friends. Casual threesomes would come to pass if Raidou would allow it, and years ago Hayate and Genma used to be an item. They were best friends, even when they had broken up. And the only reason they had left each other in a relationship status was because Hayate didn't want Genma to be around him while he ended up dying. Hayate was very sick. He coughed all the time. It was not contagious but there was nothing anyone could do for him. It was pretty much a genetic thing, and Hayate accepted it. He knew he'd be living with it for years...but really, he didn't live very long after it...

Genma and Raidou tried to help Hayate as much as they could with his sickness. They looked for cures and everything, but they came up with nothing. And they knew they never would come up with something...in time. And then, as soon as Genma has a hunch of what he can do...

Life isn't fair, and it will never be fair. That is the way of the world for shinobi.

Wheee. Hope you liked it! Hope my chapters aren't too short. :(