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Disclaimer:
Naruto is not our toy, although sometimes we wish it was.
Almost everyone you meet here belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, we just
borrow them, occasionally. Hayate's parents, Gekkou Ken'ichirou and
Gekkou Shizuka, belong to Haya Madison, and Genma's mother, Shiranui
Riza, is all Penbrydd's fault.
Authors'
Notes: Today's lesson: Kotetsu is not a pleasant individual, but
he's an unpleasant git who really cares about his friends. Genma
still needs a bucket.
The
Wryly Fantarding Q&A panel for Corybantic Dance is still located
at wrylyfantarding. livejournal. com / 5948. html
Warnings:
Violence, expletives, eventual yaoi (KoIzu, KoIzuRai (more
funny than sexy), GenHaya).
Chapter Eleven
"You know what? I think I'm starting
to see what he likes about you." Anko stood up from the couch,
watching Hayate's hands move across the props table. "You're
kind of graceful." The kid had looked a little embarrassed
earlier, but he hadn't pushed her away. Maybe she could swipe Genma's
little toy right out from under him... Then
she'd have all the
toys, and as an added bonus, Genma would be furious. And the kid
really was kind of cute, if you could look past the coughing and
wheezing.
"Huh?" Hayate looked up from the
props table, blinking dimly. "Oh. Um. Not really. But...thanks."

It was awkward, because he definitely wasn't accustomed to accepting
flat-out compliments from Anko.
She stepped across the
room, sidling up behind the kid like a weasel
with a bird. "But you are..." she protested, laying
her arms along his arms and weaving her fingers into his fingers. She
turned their hands palm up. "It's all in your hands. The way you
move is just so smooth."
"I guess." Hayate
looked down at his hands. They were so much paler, thinner than hers
-- the skin translucent, leaving the cold blue veins running
underneath visible. He tried to shake her hands away from his as
politely as he could. "Um. Gotta finish rearranging the
table."
"That can wait for a
minute." Anko put one hand on Hayate's hip and the other on his
shoulder, turning him to face her. A wild smile crept across her face
as she studied him. "You really do look like you'd be fun to
play with." She stared into his baffled eyes for a moment before
leaning forward, flicking her tongue across his cold lips before she
crushed her lips to his. Hayate let out a muffled sound
against her mouth but couldn't quite seem to get his legs or arms to
work. He stood there against the props table, stock still and
completely dumbfounded. He was fairly certain this was his first
kiss, unless something had happened somewhere along the line that he
wasn't aware of. Hayate wasn't generally given to thinking about this
sort of thing, but he hadn't imagined it to be like this, and most
certainly not with a girl who otherwise seemed to disdain him. Well,
he hadn't really imagined it happening at all, much less with a girl,
because girls -- especially girls -- just never seemed to like him.
There was, unfortunately, glaring evidence to the contrary right
then.
The howl of suddenly uncorked rage and despair that
bubbled out of Genma's chest as he stepped into the doorway of the
green room was exactly the sort of thing that would have attracted
Yamanaka's attention, if the teacher in question hadn't been on an
errand to the main building. Genma would not have cared, either way.
Kotetsu's hands slipped off his back as he lunged into the room,
leaping across the props table, and hauling Anko back by the hair.
Hayate made some unintelligible noise of utter surprise before he
bent over, coughing hard into his hands.
"Genma! Genma!
Holy fucking shit!" Kotetsu rushed in, staring helplessly around
as Genma threw Anko onto the couch.
"Don't touch me, Ko.
Just don't. And you --" He pointed to Anko, voice
dripping with venom. "-- don't you even think about moving. I
should tear out your tongue and strangle you with it. How dare you?"

Genma turned back toward Hayate, who was still coughing, and held out
one hand to him. "You okay, kid?" He looked hurt and
betrayed even as he told himself over and over again that this was
all Anko's doing.
Hayate finished coughing and looked up with
the most mortified expression on his face -- embarrassment mixed with
appalled shock. "Am I okay?" he repeated hoarsely in
disbelief, staring at Genma. Maybe he hadn't asked for the
kiss, but what Genma had just done seemed entirely uncalled for. "You
just -- "
"Territorial pissing." The words just
fell out of Kotetsu's mouth as he surveyed the scene.
Genma
didn't even spare the lights man a glare. "Yes, you. Are you
okay? You're all that matters to me, right this minute. You tell me
you were doing that of your own volition, and I'll just walk away.
You tell me otherwise, and some conversations are going to be had."

Genma's shoulders hunched forward, like he'd been punched in the
chest, and the hand that wasn't outstretched curled into a tight
fist. His face was blank and unamused, and if
he looked calm on the first glance, on the second he was still and
poised, waiting for the next cue.
Anko
lay on the couch, checking for real injuries. Finding none, she sat
up, and Kotetsu moved to tower over her. "I'm not real fucking
thrilled, either, cunt."
Hayate just stared at
them -- all of them. "I'm not -- I didn't -- " It was oddly
hard to get his thoughts together into coherent sentences. He
realized, after a moment, that it was because he was angry -- in his
usual mild, subdued way, but still angry. He swallowed, shakily, and
tried again. "I didn't ask her to do that. It wasn't my idea and
she didn't ask me first. But -- but why would you -- that's my
business. I'm not a baby. I could have handled it all by myself,
without hurting anyone!"
"I've never questioned your
competence. I'm not going to start now. I'd have done the same for
Rai." Technically the truth. Genma left out the part about his
motivations. For Raidou, it would just have been that he was tired of
watching his best friend get repeatedly misused. For Hayate, well,
that was pure, unadulterated jealousy, and it still burned through
him. "Anko?" Genma raised his voice just a bit. "I
thought I told you to keep your fucking hands off him. I see that I
should have specified other body parts, too."
"Well,
if he's good enough that you've got your panties in a bunch about
him, I figured maybe I should take a ride, too. See what the big deal
is." She revelled in Genma's loss -- both of control and
possibly of her props fag -- as she tallied her wins and the
kid skinned the heroic triumph off of Genma. Her rapacious glee fell
away as Kotetsu's hand met her face.
"I told you once
that I'm not like him. You are really starting to piss me off.
Now do everyone a favour and shut the fuck up." Kotetsu was not,
generally speaking, a violent individual, but watching Anko push
Genma's buttons was more than enough to push his buttons. It
could only have been worse if she'd started with Izumo.
"Stop!"

Watching the ugly scene before himself was making Hayate positively
sick. "Don't hit her! Just -- " He swallowed,
looking both angry and upset. Everyone looked ugly and guilty here.
He snatched his backpack off the floor and pushed past Genma, heading
for the door. "I'm going home." The nauseated tone was
clear in his voice, thick and potent.
"Hayate, wait!"
Genma felt like he was moving through molasses as he tried to run
after the kid. "Please -- I --"
"Shut up,
Genma!" Kotetsu called after him. "Saying that's not going
to help right now! Tell him later, after he's calmed down!"
Genma
checked the sentence that was trying to exit his mouth. "Please,
I'm sorry. It might not have been what you wanted, but I only did it
because I was ..." jealous

"I care, goddammit!" He gave up and sat down in the
middle of the floor, as exactly in the entire crew's way as he could
be. Hayate stopped and spun around, nearly losing his
balance.
"You were going to hit her! And --"
He turned to Kotetsu, still looking mortified. "And you did!
It -- you came in here without even knowing what was really going on
and tried to hurt somebody over something stupid! It doesn't
matter if you were right or wrong, because you didn't know!
You were going to just beat someone up without really knowing what
was going on! I don't care how mean or crazy
she is all the time, that's not right!"
"I
was not going to do it without knowing," Genma protested, his
voice finally cracking. "I asked
you as soon as I got her off you. I tossed her because it was the
quickest way to get her clear. Do you know she's come at me, before?
Do you know why? It was because I turned her down. I refused to
bounce her off my dick and she came after me to cut it off. Do you
see where my concerns are, here?"
"Hey, I didn't hit
her hard. I slapped her. She needed to shut up." Kotetsu
shrugged, looking just as innocent as he obviously believed himself
to be. "If Izumo can slap me to shut my mouth, I can sure as
fuck slap Anko."
Hayate's mouth was open, but nothing was
coming out. He couldn't get anything to come out. He pulled at
his hair briefly, now looking a lot less angry and just upset and
distressed. "I'm going home," he said again, finally, and
turned to leave. Everything good that had been going on seemed to
have withered away just then. He wasn't sure he wanted to keep coming
to tech anymore.
Kotetsu walked to where Genma sat and hauled
the older tech off the floor. "Come on, man. You don't need to
do this, here."
Genma nodded and
let Kotetsu lead him back to the booth. He couldn't really feel
anything, at this point, and he hoped no one asked him any questions,
because he wasn't sure he could answer them. Shaking and dizzy, the
world seemed to be moving too fast, but slowly enough that Genma
swore he could reach out and touch the fabric of time. He clung to
Kotetsu's arm, dazedly, as the young tech tapped on the door of the
booth. Izumo opened it, mouth already open to ask how it went, but he
snapped it shut at the sight of Genma.
"What
happened?" he asked immediately, looking at Kotetsu.
"Bitch
was kissing the kid. It went south in a hurry." Kotetsu pushed
Genma ahead of him, into the booth. "The kid took off. He's
pretty fucking pissed that we got involved. Finally got to take a
hand to that demonic cunt, though. Not worth the effort, in the long
run."
"You've gotta be kidding me," Izumo
muttered, stepping aside to make room. Aoba shook his head with a
sigh, helping Kotetsu get Genma inside. "Where'd the kid go?
Should we be looking for him in case he gets hurt or
something?"
"Said he was going home. I figure he'll
make it." Kotetsu closed the door behind himself, and absently
stroked Genma's hair as the stage manager finally broke down crying.

"Hey, man, it'll be okay. Kid's just not used to how things
work, here. He took worse offence to me than to you, I'm pretty sure.
I'm the one who really hit her. You just sort of shouted at her and
kept asking if he was okay. I mean, that's gotta count for
something."
Genma just leaned in
the corner cursing and sobbing, hands hovering in front of his face.
"Fucked up. Just wanted to...she was...she was..."
Kotetsu
pulled Izumo to him with his free arm, holding his friend close. He
quietly placed a kiss on Izumo's cheek and thanked whatever gods
there were that he'd gotten lucky like he had. Izumo patted Kotetsu's
hand but pulled away, moving over to Genma. "Hey," he said,
gently but firmly. "Genma, look at -- Genma, listen to me.
Okay?" He reached out and put a hand on Genma's shoulder. "It
sounds like the kid just got a little freaked out and needed some
space and time to calm down. You're looking about the same right now.
Here's what you're going to do. You're going to take some time to
calm down and give the kid a little while to do the same. And then
you're going to go visit him and apologise, and have a nice friendly
talk with him. Because you guys are friends. Okay?"
"Scared
him," Genma sniffled, miserably. "He probably doesn't want
to see me at all."
"He was pretty fucking pissed
when he left here. I don't think it's quite as bad as it could be,
but hey, you're not me, right? You've got an awesome argument right
there. You threw her, sure, but you threw her onto the couch.
It's squishy. I just cracked her in the face." Kotetsu grinned
as best he could, under the circumstances. "I'm not gonna say I
was wrong to do it, mostly because I wasn't, but the kid seems more
offended by damage than violence. He'll see you because you cared
enough to try to protect him from that crazy fucking bitch, even if
he didn't know that at the time."
Genma hugged both
Twins, still sniffling, but trying not to drip snot on them. "Thanks.
I don't know if I believe you, but thanks." Letting them go, he
stepped forward and after a few seconds put his arms around Aoba's
waist, resting his head against the other senior's shoulder. "Do
you mind if I just stay right here for a few minutes? You smell nice
and normal. It's kind of calming."
Aoba patted Genma
awkwardly, sighing a little. "I keep telling you, man, Old
Spice," he said jokingly, but it was weak. "Don't worry
about it, man. You can stay here for as long as you want. It's what
I'm here for. And if you want, I can bring you to the kid's house
tomorrow or something, if he doesn't show to tech."
"I
love you. You're the thoroughly obnoxious brother I never grew up
with." Genma squeezed Aoba, just a bit. "Just too fucking
good to me. All three of you, really. Too fucking good to me. Better
than I deserve."
"You deserve even better, Genma.
Don't shit yourself. We're just like you. You're one of us; what are
we going to do, let you rot?" Kotetsu's hand went back to
Genma's hair. "And what the fuck conditioner do you use? I'm
really weirded out by your hair. It's a little too perfect."
Genma
laughed, weakly. "Suave Coconut. Don't tell anyone I told you.
They'd never believe it, anyway."
"No shit. I

don't believe you." Izumo shook his head. "Hey, don't go
starving yourself of food and sleep again like you did last time,
okay? It's all going to be fine."
Aoba nodded, squeezing
Genma back. "I think we'll all just hang out in the booth for
the rest of rehearsal. Objections?"
"None from me --
I'm in enough trouble, out there." Kotetsu shook his head.
"I
don't think I could come up with one if I wanted to." Genma
sniffled and made a small irritated sound when the after-effects of
his tears did not instantly vanish. "I'm debating ditching
early, but if there's dinner after this, I should probably stick
around. I know I'm not going to eat if I go home."
"Shit,
of course there's dinner after this. And it's on me." Aoba
patted Genma again.
Genma started to cry again. "God
fucking dammit. I can't make it stop. Fucking adrenaline..."

He glared, weeping and snivelling, as Kotetsu started to laugh. "Shut
up, fucker. You just wait 'til it's you."
"Won't be
me. I'm not dumb enough to start crying in the first place, spaz.
'Specially not after watching you do it." Kotetsu cackled. "I
think it would just ruin my roguish good looks. What do you think,
kitten?" He elbowed Izumo.
"I think if you call me
'kitten' again then I will make you cry." Izumo's tone
was largely joking, and he gave Kotetsu a playful shove. Aoba rolled
his eyes.
"You see now why we never get any work
done in the booth?"
Genma snickered, tears still rolling
down his cheeks, and breathed in the comforting scent of one of his
two best friends. Kotetsu was almost immediately back to his usual
irrepressible self. He pressed himself against Izumo's side, hands
travelling over the safer parts of his friend's body. "Aww! Why
can't I call you kitten? You're so very sexy when I make you
purr..."
Kotetsu's hands were very promptly smacked away.

"You are such an ass sometimes. Cut it out before I
goddamn well castrate you."
"I don't think he's
kidding, Ko. If you're going to go on like that, I suggest getting a
cup. A steel one," Genma teased.
"Aww, you wouldn't
castrate me. You love it too much when I --" And here the
sentence dropped away into a breathy mumble, inaudible except to
Izumo. Kotetsu looked hungry, and it reminded Genma of just
how long it had been since he'd been touched like the Twins touched
each other when they thought no one could see them. He really envied
Kotetsu some days, but those were mostly the days when Izumo was
being a bit less threatening. Aoba gave Genma a plaintive look,
shaking his head as Izumo shoved Kotetsu into the wall of the booth
and asked for the both of them to be excused for a few minutes.

***
The door was almost slammed shut -- feet that normally trod
silently on the worn hardwood floor stomped angrily, noticeably loud.
Curiosity and concern reasonably piqued, Mr. Gekkou leaned into the
hallway to see his son shuffling toward his own bedroom hurriedly and
determinedly.
"You're home early," his father
remarked, but the intensity of Hayate's agitation didn't fully sink
in until he caught the expression on the boy's face. "Hayate?
What's wrong? Did something happen?"
"I'm fine."

The words were huffed out -- unusually snappish. "I'm going to
my room. Gonna study." The boy didn't spare his father a glance,
his sneakers squeaking angrily on the floor.
His father
stepped out into the hall, frowning. "Hold up a moment, Hayate.
You're upset. What happened?"
"I don't want to talk
about it." Hayate sounded like a small child on the verge of a
tantrum, but quieter. Ignoring his father, he just about stormed into
his room, shutting the door tightly behind himself. Mr. Gekkou rubbed
his face tiredly and crossed over to Hayate's door, knocking on it
firmly.
"Hayate -- open this door, please. Just tell me
what happened. You don't need to --"
"I said
I don't want to talk about it!" Hayate's voice was muffled, but
the agitated, shouting tone to his voice was clear. It only increased
Mr. Gekkou's concern -- the quiet boy almost never raised his voice.
But after another few failed starts at talking to his son, it was
clear that Hayate wouldn't budge. Mr. Gekkou was weary and had no
desire to fight with his son -- he'd come back when Hayate had calmed
down, he decided, and headed back to the kitchen with a heavy sigh.
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