Birthday Fic for Nezu
Jan. 11th, 2008 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beachlassA couple of days late, but as you're without net access anyway this week, I have high hopes of being forgiven for my tardiness.
Naruto characters are not mine.
Genma, Kakashi, a waiting room.
Warning: allusion to oral sex
Konoha Hospital Form #A57M2: Raidou Namiashi
Next of kin notification: Genma Shiranui
Notes: Check with Admin or ANBU medic before notification
Additional security may be required in case of serious injury
If next of kin also injured, same room assignment is necessary
Namiashi’s file required an admin check before notifying his next of kin. The night shift supervisor sent a runner, and eventually her uncle arrived. He brought a bento box for her and stepped in for appraising word with the healer. His big scarred hands activated the next of kin summons and he murmured “Notify ANBU if Hatake leaves.” His black coat was barely out of sight around the corner when a bare chested man dropped through the skylight. Genma Shiranui landed in a crouch on the desk. “Where is my partner?” he asked, in his quiet assassin’s voice. Flushed cheeks, with no senbon between his swollen lips, he reeked of sex and carefully held three senbon in his hand.
Nursing supervisor was a jounin level post, and the night shift was always paid at full combat level.
“Nice to see you again, Shiranui-san” she replied calmly. “Your partner is in stable critical condition and you will be allowed into his room as soon as possible.” She carefully picked up another piece of kappa maki, as though a half naked agitated killer wasn’t poised on her paperwork. Genma watched her chew, looking for a clue to Raidou’s condition in her face. After a moment, he huffed and gracefully vaulted off the desk to land on bare feet.
Twenty seven strides to the waiting area with the pine benches. Turn. Twenty seven strides back. Genma paced, and the supervisor ate. She was halfway through her box when Kakashi Hatake appeared at the end of the hall. He was rumpled, with a sleepy droop to his eye and his shoulders relaxed as he saw Genma pacing.
A month ago, it had been Kakashi in the hospital. Genma was his next of kin notification too, but there was no warning note. Genma was shifted to reduced duties, and for the first week, while Kakashi lay pale and unconscious, Genma spent afternoons in the hospital. He always flirted with the nurses and left a stack of books on poisons on Kakashi’s bedside table. He sat in the afternoon sun, reading and making notes, occasionally speaking in a low voice to his unconscious lover.
In later weeks he sat and read aloud from paperbacks to Kakashi and the nurses made sure to send the intern healers in while Genma was reading a particularly dirty passage, complete with sound effects. Kakashi was released a few days after one intern had retreated red faced from the room stammering about Genma’s balance and Kakashi’s healed throat and lack of gag reflex.
Kakashi tossed his faded rucksack at Genma. “Bad enough that you left without finishing, Gorgeous” he drawled “… but now I find you giving the nurses an eyeful?”
Genma looked askance at Kakashi as he caught the bag, then rummaged through for a shirt and pair of sandals. Kakashi padded to the nursing desk, where he pulled down his mask and stole a piece of sushi.
Automatically the superviser’s eyes flicked down to assess the lingering bruising on his last neck injury. It was faded to a mucky yellow, and now overlaid with vivid bite marks. Kakashi’s mouth twisted when she met his gaze, and stealing another piece of tuna, he quietly moved to Genma. Genma stared at Raidou’s door, ignoring Kakashi, who shrugged and sprawled himself across a bench.
The night shift supervisor realized she was holding a breath, watching the two men. She exhaled, breathed in and steadfastly kept her eyes on her paperwork, listening to the soft pacing at the end of the hall.
Naruto characters are not mine.
Genma, Kakashi, a waiting room.
Warning: allusion to oral sex
Konoha Hospital Form #A57M2: Raidou Namiashi
Next of kin notification: Genma Shiranui
Notes: Check with Admin or ANBU medic before notification
Additional security may be required in case of serious injury
If next of kin also injured, same room assignment is necessary
Namiashi’s file required an admin check before notifying his next of kin. The night shift supervisor sent a runner, and eventually her uncle arrived. He brought a bento box for her and stepped in for appraising word with the healer. His big scarred hands activated the next of kin summons and he murmured “Notify ANBU if Hatake leaves.” His black coat was barely out of sight around the corner when a bare chested man dropped through the skylight. Genma Shiranui landed in a crouch on the desk. “Where is my partner?” he asked, in his quiet assassin’s voice. Flushed cheeks, with no senbon between his swollen lips, he reeked of sex and carefully held three senbon in his hand.
Nursing supervisor was a jounin level post, and the night shift was always paid at full combat level.
“Nice to see you again, Shiranui-san” she replied calmly. “Your partner is in stable critical condition and you will be allowed into his room as soon as possible.” She carefully picked up another piece of kappa maki, as though a half naked agitated killer wasn’t poised on her paperwork. Genma watched her chew, looking for a clue to Raidou’s condition in her face. After a moment, he huffed and gracefully vaulted off the desk to land on bare feet.
Twenty seven strides to the waiting area with the pine benches. Turn. Twenty seven strides back. Genma paced, and the supervisor ate. She was halfway through her box when Kakashi Hatake appeared at the end of the hall. He was rumpled, with a sleepy droop to his eye and his shoulders relaxed as he saw Genma pacing.
A month ago, it had been Kakashi in the hospital. Genma was his next of kin notification too, but there was no warning note. Genma was shifted to reduced duties, and for the first week, while Kakashi lay pale and unconscious, Genma spent afternoons in the hospital. He always flirted with the nurses and left a stack of books on poisons on Kakashi’s bedside table. He sat in the afternoon sun, reading and making notes, occasionally speaking in a low voice to his unconscious lover.
In later weeks he sat and read aloud from paperbacks to Kakashi and the nurses made sure to send the intern healers in while Genma was reading a particularly dirty passage, complete with sound effects. Kakashi was released a few days after one intern had retreated red faced from the room stammering about Genma’s balance and Kakashi’s healed throat and lack of gag reflex.
Kakashi tossed his faded rucksack at Genma. “Bad enough that you left without finishing, Gorgeous” he drawled “… but now I find you giving the nurses an eyeful?”
Genma looked askance at Kakashi as he caught the bag, then rummaged through for a shirt and pair of sandals. Kakashi padded to the nursing desk, where he pulled down his mask and stole a piece of sushi.
Automatically the superviser’s eyes flicked down to assess the lingering bruising on his last neck injury. It was faded to a mucky yellow, and now overlaid with vivid bite marks. Kakashi’s mouth twisted when she met his gaze, and stealing another piece of tuna, he quietly moved to Genma. Genma stared at Raidou’s door, ignoring Kakashi, who shrugged and sprawled himself across a bench.
The night shift supervisor realized she was holding a breath, watching the two men. She exhaled, breathed in and steadfastly kept her eyes on her paperwork, listening to the soft pacing at the end of the hall.
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Date: 2008-01-12 05:18 pm (UTC)bitemarks on Kakashi's neck, mrrrrrno subject
Date: 2008-01-12 08:23 pm (UTC)and yeah, bitemarks... mmmmm