tampered | Log- Incomplete

When; This evening.
Rating; PG, at most.
Characters; Genma [

hayate].
Summary; Genma arrives in the city and Hayate comes to greet him.
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Even though he had been reading up on this strange city, Genma was still taken aback when he had finally managed to get there. He had been thinking about Hayate back home in his apartment, and about seeing him again, and when he had walked into his closet to change clothes after a long day, he found himself in front of the carousel.

And that ticking. That was going to get annoying fast.

But regardless of the strange new surroundings, Genma was more anxious about seeing Hayate again than anything else. Talking over those journals was much different than meeting someone in person. But ever since he had found out that the other special jounin was miraculously alive again, he had craved to see him again.

Impatient, but not showing it outwardly, he stood with his hands in his pocket, chewing thoughtfully on the needle sharp senbon, eyes scanning the crowd for that familiar face.

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Genma sensed Hayate's presence approaching, and he turned just in time to see the other shinobi stepping up to him. Something hitched in his chest and his breathing halted for a few seconds as he drank in the sight of his once fallen comrade, friend and love.

Ridiculously, the first thing Genma wondered was if Hayate still had that cough. Those ever present dark circles were still under his eyes, dark bangs lying across his forehead, and a smile that only those who knew him closely could tell it was there. It was like coming home, seeing that one person he never expected to see again, who he had spent countless lonely nights craving for, who he had missed more than anything in the world.

"Hey," he replied casually, senbon moving with his lips as he spoke. The two special jounin had never been very good with words, and this emotion-laden moment seemed no exception.

But they weren't in Konoha, and no one around them was paying any attention, so Genma reached forward and gently grabbed ahold of Hayate's wrist, pulling the other man forward and into his arms, crushing him to his chest.

He was real and alive and breathing and there. He looked and felt and smelled like Hayate, and Genma couldn't help but laugh with relief, burying his face for a moment in the other's hair. "It's you," he muttered stupidly, not knowing what else to say but the obvious.

It wasn't too surprising when Genma reached forward and drew him close, he recognized that familiar spark deep within golden-brown eyes that forewarned him of just that. All the same, he hadn't been prepared for quite how tightly Genma was holding him, nor did he realize that he was clinging back just as tightly. Hayate's eyes closed, re-memorizing the feel of his lover against him, comparing it to his memories. It seemed like Genma had lost some weight over the time he was gone, though he guessed it was understandable, judging from the amount of strain the village seemed to have been under since he had last seen the other man.

"It's me," he murmured, both to confirm what Genma said, and for lack of something else to say. It was odd, surreal, and altogether exciting. Were he alive, he'd likely have had to suppress a coughing fit by now due to the agitation he was feeling. Yet, in this city where he lived once more, and at the same time didn't, he seemed to have lost his habitual cough. He imagined it was just to make the silences seem that much more quiet, the ticking that much more pronounced. He almost missed it, the rattle in his chest, the rough, raw feeling in his throat after a particularly bad spell. It was rather ironic, since he had hated it for the weakness that it was when he was alive.

The tension was thick between them, this raw emotion filling the gaps, harsh and yet comforting, and he had to do something, anything to break it, before he made a total fool of himself in public. "So, you missed me?"

"You could say that," Genma retorted dryly, a wide smile lighting up his face as he pulled back to look at Hayate. "Idiot, 'course I missed you," he laughed, raising one hand to cup the other man's cheek, running the pad of his thumb under his eye. Unable to resist, and uncaring of anyone who could of been watching, Genma pulled out his senbon and tucked it into his vest, before tilting Hayate's chin up and kissing him gently, savoring the moment.

It was something he never expected to feel again, those soft, familiar lips moving beneath his own. God, was he ever grateful to get the chance again. He felt like a teenager again, excited and stupid and in love, his heart thumping madly against his chest. What a girl he was.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, Genma opened his eyes and grinned at Hayate again. "Missed that, too," he chuckled, arms still wrapped tightly around the other shinobi. "Missed everything about you," he added in a quieter and more somber tone, lowering his gaze. Genma had been unbearably lonely without Hayate, though he never let the public see him that way. Only when he was alone in his apartment, in his hauntingly empty bed, that phantom cough sounding in his ears in the middle of the night.

This...this was definitely something he missed. It wasn't just the fact that Genma was kissing him, it was all that came with it. The gentle touch on his face, the feel of soft hairs brushing against his cheeks as his head was tilted back, puffs of breath against his lips, and of course, the taste. It was mint and old coffee and the odd metallic tang that was just purely Genma.

It was the fact that he could kiss Genma again, and the knowledge was a heady thing. He couldn't even remember feeling like this, except perhaps when he realized that his senpai, who he had been secretly watching for months, was pursuing him and not just teasing the rookie. He had been young, and giddy with the knowledge that Genma wanted him too. But even that was different from this new feeling; this was deeper, and yet at the same time, had those childish, giddy feelings built within it.

So when he opened his mouth to say 'I missed you too', it was understandable when he instead said, "I love you." After a beat, Hayate realized what he had said, out in public where anyone could have overheard, and his cheeks involuntarily turned a shade of pink seldom seen anywhere other than on that one kunoichi's head that Kakashi-senpai had taught.

A blushing Hayate was one of Genma's favorite and most sexy things to see and he smiled genuinely back at the younger man as he spoke those three little words that made his heart skip a beat, as if he was a dainty schoolgirl. In most other cases, Genma would've teased Hayate mercilessly, but he had rarely poked fun at the other when it came to confessions of actual love. It was important to him.

"I love you, too," he replied, reaching up to brush a few stray strands of dark hair from Hayate's eyes. "It's been lonely without you. Really lonely," he sighed, tugging the other closer and playfully nuzzling one flushed cheek with the tip of his nose.

"Can't believe you're really here, standing in front of me," he admitted solemnly. "I've dreamt this before, about a million times, but I never thought--" he cut himself off, shaking his head at himself as his voice cracked involuntarily, filled with emotion. "Doesn't matter now. You're with me again," he sighed, a mixture of contentment and relief.

Feeling his cheeks get even redder at both Genma's words, and the open, honest expression on his face, Hayate looked down, hair falling into his face without his hitai-ate to keep it back.

"It's kind of surreal," he mumbled, peering up again through the fringe of his bangs. "I know I said that I'd rather you weren't stuck in this godawful place, but selfishly...I'm glad you're here. I'd call this a pretty heavenly afterlife, even though this city is far from it." And it was the truth. As a shinobi, death was a part of life, and something Hayate had contemplated many a time, but he had never imagined it to be quite like this. All the bad was outweighed by Genma's presence.

Despite the fact that he wasn't holding back his words, his feelings, Hayate was still painfully conscious of all the people around in the overcrowded square. He had always been a very private person, and it was a bit trying to be talking of such personal things in such a public place. "Um, maybe it would be best if we went somewhere...else? Somewhere without a million listening ears?"

"I'm glad I'm here, too," Genma commented with a smile, reaching up to brush some of Hayate's bangs away so that he could see those eyes that he loved. He honestly didn't care that to get to Hayate, he had to come to this strange city that he had heard many unpleasant things about.

"Sure," he chuckled in slight amusement, knowing Hayate's preference for privacy and not minding a bit. "Want to go find somewhere to stay? I have a feeling we won't be going anywhere anytime soon," he offered, though moving required him to remove his arms from around Hayate, which was something he was rather reluctant to do. What if his lover disappeared when he let go? What if he woke up from whatever dream this had to be?

Leaning in for another sweet kiss, Genma realized he was probably just being paranoid and let Hayate go, opting to take his hand instead. Nothing happened, of course, and he let out an inward sigh of relief.

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