Chapter 4: Same Old
I don't own Naruto. If I did, though, Sakura would've died a bloody, mangled death long ago. She is unnecessary and useless to the show's benefit.
What have I done?
I just kissed Anko. My partner. Why did I do that again? Oh, right, it was her birthday and I, the total dumb ass was about to give her dandelions. However, I don't plan to tell Anko or anyone else that.
I kept replaying the kiss in my head. It was like a seven year old watching a video. They see something funny, and they'll replay it many times, but you'll get the same reaction from them: laughter. Then the parents get annoyed and they make the kid move on in the video. But no one can tell me to stop. I smiled to my myself as the same kiss happened over and over again in my mind. Anko took my hand. "Genma. That was…nice." Anko laughed. "Who knew?" I put a finger to her lips.
"No one will ever know, about this, okay?"
"Right." she said solemnly. I smiled at her. The gay reindeers stopped, and now my heart was beating at a slow speed, like I was in a dream. But I'm not. I really did kiss her. Which shocks me. A lot. But I'm also proud of myself. That won't last long though. I feel my happiness waning because I sense something. Someone. Behind us. I let go of Anko's hand and turned around. Who? Kiba? Ino? I heard a faint cough.
"Um, are you…done?" I sighed. It was only Hayate. He's good at keeping secrets and prying them out of him is impossible. Anko and I blushed, but he smiled faintly. And coughed.
"Oh, uh, yeah." Anko replied, and walked past him quickly. I stayed behind and whispered to him, "Let this out and I'll kick your ass, got it?"
"Yeah, don't worry. Good luck with her."
I smiled and took off with Anko.
Tsunade was in her office…? "Weren't you in Hawaii?" I asked, grimacing. Tsunade looked mildly surprised.
"No." she replied. Okay, so where did I hear-- oh. I dreamt it. Silly me. She looked at us studiously. "You two look…flustered. Anything happen while I was gone?"
"Yes, and--"
I quickly and discreetly reached behind Anko and pinched her thigh. She sucked in her breath and shot me a thankful look. "No! Of course not, I mean, pssh, what--" I pinched her harder this time. "Nothing happened." she finished. Tsunade gave us a frown."…anyway. Go deliver these documents to the ANBU headquarters, Genma. Anko, get these books to Konoha's library. Snappy, too."
"Fine." I took the heavy, tall stack of documents and lumbered out of the room, into the sun. I was just glad Tsunade didn't give us the third degree.
The streets were quite busy. It was only nine or so, to my dismay. After noon, I'm fine. I am easily tolerated, and I actually have energy. Since when does it take so long for the effects of coffee to kick in? Geez, six hours is ridiculous to wait. So, as a result, my energy was low, even though I was walking quickly. I looked almost paranoid, but hey, when you have forty pounds of Tsunade's shit in your arms, pulling your shoulders down, it makes anyone look paranoid and possessed. But I was actually really, really relaxed. Hopefully the reindeer were gone for good. Hopefully, unlikely, but hopefully.
So I've admitted it. I am in love with Anko. But she will never know, and neither will anyone else. Kind of like my "pajama" secret but…less embarrassing. Obviously. Let's see…it's Wednesday. So…that means that tomorrow or today, with Tsunade, it's unpredictable, we'll decide at who's house the Halloween party will be.
I know what you're thinking.
No, we aren't little immature imps. But adults have to have their own fun too. Besides, our parties have alcohol and "more mature" themes tied into them. They're more fun than kiddie parties, no doubt about it. How much should we bet my house is chosen? It'll happen. I know it. My life works that way. I may sound pessimistic, but seriously, that's how I live. I live to expect the worst after past experiences…that have happened repetitively.
Damn it. These papers-- or dictionaries, more like it-- are starting to take a toll on me. I think, I'm not sure, but with my luck I'm close to being sure I dislocated my shoulder. GREAT. See? I live for the worst! Told you. I'm never wrong anymore. …actually, I'm wrong most of the time, but for some things I'm ALWAYS right. Hey, I wonder how Anko's-- What the hell am I doing? I can't let her take over my life like this. I need to think of…useful things. Not saying Anko isn't useful-- Oh, you know exactly what I mean! Uh, let's see, useful things…how about those computers--oh screw this, Anko it is then. I let her take my mind to heaven
When I finally got to the ANBU headquarters, heck, I hadn't even passed the gates yet when I was greeted oh so cordially. "What do you want why are you here answer me you have ten seconds before we kill you." I had the papers pulled out of my hands and I had someone holding my arms behind my back. Man, the ANBU stretches you out good! I had something wrapped around my legs and they stuffed a sock in my mouth or something…but the sock was decorated with little hearts and butterflies. That made me laugh at the sap that wore this gay thing. I spit it out.
"The Fifth ordered me to give you some crap, so here it is. Can I go?" I replied.
Yuugao, Hayate's girlfriend took up the papers without effort.
"Good. Go." The ANBU kicked me out. Literally. Some guy started to kick my ankles until I was "fifteen feet out of the vicinity". The ANBU, personally, are pricks. Bitches, too, but Yuugao is only nice out of her uniform…and she's Hayate's girlfriend.
Hayate's girlfriend. His girlfriend is Yuugao.
How come I don't have a girlfriend?
Hayate is a scrawny, weak midget. How did he get such a babe like Yuugao? I, on the contrary, am over six feet tall and I'm NOT scrawny. Muscular. Not scrawny, and I'm no weakling either. To make things more retarded, Yuugao is his height and is more muscular and WAY healthier than him!
And, why, why the hell am I single? Oh, for the record, Hayate is coughing all year, 24/7. He has like, chronic cough. Or something like that. I wish it was terminal for him. Terminal something. Pneumonia, asthma, I don't know or care. But he's sick in the summer as much as in the winter. The last time I was sick was…six months ago or so. And that was only allergies. Hayate here, is coughing his weak little bronchus out and he gets a girlfriend. Oh, yeah, they've been together for like, two damned years! Why haven't they broken up yet? Hello?! Relationships don't last that long! Common knowledge. I'm not jealous. So don't go thinking I'm jealous 'cause I'm not, Nope. I don't hate Hayate either.
That was a waste of my time. Even Kakashi can make better use of his time than what I've done all day! Delivering papers, doing errands, signing paperwork and all this office stuff that I'm not supposed to be doing. I didn't get to do it with Anko either, but with Hayate. Yuugao's boyfriend. I haven't been on a decent, bloody, risky mission since I went off to go take down the sound four with Raidou…eight months ago, too. So, I haven't really left Konoha in more than half a year. Wow. Other people, like Kakashi and Asuma, are always doing stuff! …well, maybe it's because they have students. I hate kids. Okay, I don't hate kids. Just teenagers. And that's what they teach, so until I learn to tolerate teens I'm not even going to think of that. But…Aoba and Raidou don't have their squad either, but they've been on the fun missions. Blood, all that good stuff. I haven't seen blood since I was in the hospital from that mission of the sound four. And that's a long time without seeing the familiar red liquid. I'm not a bloodthirsty loser, by the way. But I'm trying to make a point here, most missions come with blood.
I opened up my fridge. Until I saw the blankness of it all, I had never noticed the lacking food. All I had was some old bread and mayo. The rest was either expired…or…unappetizing because of a certain natural change. Whatever. Mayo sandwich with tap water. For dinner. AGAIN. Smothering the bread with the thick mayo, which I noted had a sharper scent to it, I began to wonder when the last time was I paid the supermarket a visit. Months. I don't know, but if didn't go tomorrow, I'd probably die of malnourishment. Ah, well. Mayo sandwiches aren't that bad. I took a bite and spit it out immediately. The mayo was, well, it tasted like shit. I nearly threw up the emptiness of my stomach, it tasted so bad. I scraped my tongue with my toothbrush and tried to get the taste out if my mouth. No dinner for me.
OH! I got paid today. A good two thousand dollars…wow. I'd need about five hundred for the food, but hey, that's plenty. Plenty enough for more than a dinner. A real dinner, with Anko. NO! No, not yet. We need to get to know each other more. Besides, no one can find this out or…I don't want to think of it. I'm too tired because lack of nutrients, and the thought makes me more nauseous. Damn mayonnaise. It tasted fine yesterday!
I changed into my new "pajamas"--heheh--and slipped under the covers. So cold and stiff. Ugh. It would all change soon enough. Once I got accommodated. I did forget one thing. The lights. They were on. According to Asuma and Kakashi, I sleep in total apocalyptical darkness. And for that reason, Asuma thinks I have relations with the Antichrist. It's not that dark. I mean, the curtains are taped together and they have a special anti-sun layer and--I value my sleep, thank you very much. Five minutes into the sheets had me falling asleep. I was feeling fine, despite my hunger, but another feeling came when I heard a rasping snicker and the rustle of clothing in front of my bed.
This is it. I really think I'm going to die here.
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