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When; This evening.
Rating; PG, at most.
Characters; Genma [senbon_shinobi] and Hayate [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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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.

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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?"

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"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.