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[beachlass]

Gen/Rai fic for nezumiko

The forest was chill and dark in the twilight. The trunks of the nearest birch trees were splattered with blood, the iron tinge in the air. The only sounds were the quiet ripple of a nearby spring and Raidou shouting desparately.

 

“Genma! Dammit. GENMA! Wake the fuck up Gen!”

 

Too much of the blood on the white birch bark was Genma’s. Raidou had fought to get to Gen’s side… had cut down the three surprised Mist Nins in his way once he’d seen his partner take some sort of razor attack hit. But Genma was down on the forest floor, and there was too much fucking blood.

 

“Genma. Gen!” Raidou’s throat choked with fear as Genma lay in his lap unresponsive. Blood was slick and slowly cooling on Raidou’s hands where they pressed against the worst wounds on Genma’s neck and face. Genma was pale, and his breathing was slowing to a uneven rattle.

 

Raidou shifted, and slid Genma off his legs and onto the forest floor. Spreading his right hand to apply pressure to the most area he could, he reached into his vest pocket for adhesive bandage. The kind Genma never used, because he hated the way it felt stuck to his skin. After he got the wounds covered, he reluctantly pulled both hands away to perform the seals to activate the ANBU summoning jutsu. If he could keep Genma alive, an ANBU squad was their best bet to get back to safety. If he couldn’t… if he couldn’t, they would have two bodies for disposal.

 

Carefully he straddled Genma’s limp form, and then, with a tenderness he never showed his best friend when he was conscious, he slid his fingers under the hem of Genma’s bandana, and gently pushed it off. Genma’s dark hair spilled across the yellow curling leaves. Raidou wound the fingers of one hand into Genma’s hair, braced himself with the other. Then he slowly lowered his face and whispered against Genma’s mouth. “Stay with me, you stubborn son of a bitch. You’ve been teasing me for years, and you owe me a kiss.” He brushed his lips against Genma’s, felt the roughness of stubble that wasn’t long enough to show. “Come on, Gen. Don’t go away. I’ll only follow.” And he kissed Genma again, pressing against unresponsive lips. Then he lowered his face and buried it in Genma’s neck. He held his weight off Genma, but stayed close enough to feel Genma’s breathing, to share body warmth. His back was unprotected, but if a threat approached, they would have to go through him to get to Genma. And he waited. For enemies, for darkness, for ANBU… for whatever came next for the two of them.

In other news, I am inordinately pleased with myself, because I replaced the faucet in my bathroom sink. All. By. Myself.

Comments

[thursday-kat.livejournal.com]

*sighs* that was just absolutely lovely...in a terribly heartbreaking way but lovely nonetheless :)

loved (maybe not the right word but you get what i'm saying) that genma's been teasing raidou for years and how this is the first (only?) time raidou's gotten the chance to make good on it. *sniffle*

(and wee for dcfc - i think i figgered the line :P)

hooray for changing faucets! you are light years ahead of me!!! :) i put too much jet dry in the dishwasher once and had a massive panic attack because water was pouring out of it and i called the plumbers in a panic. they were nice and didn't charge me for scooping the suds out (amazing how that worked o.0 ) kitty's and water don't mix :P

[beachlass.livejournal.com]

Nezuko and I were talking about how good a fit that song is for Genma and Raidou she is Genma's player on Spiral.

I have this hilarious home repair for independent women book from the 70's. It's got really clear advice, including the don't panic, calm down, you can figure this out reassurances. But the best parts are the pictures.

And the faucet wasn't too bad. I remembered to turn off the water! Getting the old tap out was the hardest part. (Probably easier than fixing a dishwasher.)

[thursday-kat.livejournal.com]

it is a fricking fantastic song and it does fit them well *humms*

i'm also a fan of someday you will be loved...there are so many possibilities there...

i've come to the conclusion that i'm mechanically challenged. my parents used to call me "dipstick" because i thought the oil was poured in through the tiny dipstick hole *crawls in hole* it was a premonition of what lay ahead...

your book sounds super helpful, maybe i should ask the parents for something like that for christmas *plots*

[beachlass.livejournal.com]

I love that whole album... and Follow You is my ringtone.

My book is vintage 70's, (and my other one is 80's maybe?) but having one around is super helpful. The internet is wonderful, but sometimes a girl needs a book.