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Chapter List
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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.

Author's Note: The authors would like to apologise for the lack of updates. Penbrydd has finally gotten a job.
Warnings: Violence, expletives, eventual yaoi (KoIzu, KoIzuRai (more funny than sexy), GenHaya).
Chapter 13
"Hey, kid. What's up?"
Hayate looked up as Izumo slid into the seat in front of him in the
English classroom that served as the chess club's meeting room. "Hi,"
he said, putting that week's strategy puzzle aside. Izumo offered a
friendly half-grin, keeping in mind the events of just the other day --
being just a little bit more careful than usual. The kid hadn't showed
up to tech the previous day, and even though he seemed to be in an okay
mood, Izumo figured it couldn't help to be too cautious.
"Did you already solve the strategy puzzle?" Izumo cocked his head at
the sheet of paper. "Jeez, kid, you're fast. Do you do it first every
time?"
Hayate shook his head. "Only sometimes. Asuma gets it first a lot, too."
"Yeah, well Asuma's no frosh." Izumo just kept on smiling. "Coming to tech after this? We missed you yesterday."
Hayate nodded slowly after a moment. "Yeah. I'm coming." He didn't
bother offering an explanation for his absence the previous day, but
Izumo looked pleased, nonetheless.
"Good, I'm glad. Don't worry about anything. And, ah, Kotetsu said he wants to apologize. Just have a word with you and all."
As Hayate
continued to eye Izumo uncertainly, Genma slunk into the room and
glanced around. He was surrounded by nerds who were likely to be
entirely unaffected by his reputation, or
his good looks, if he had any left. He spotted Izumo sitting with the
kid and wandered over. Bending down, he draped himself over the back of
the chair and hugged Izumo. "Hey, sexy. Where's your smuttier half?" He
fluttered his fingers at Hayate. "See that, kid? I said I'd be here."
Hayate's face brightened a little at the sight of the senior, and Izumo
twisted in his seat to look up at Genma in mild, unmasked surprise.

"Kotetsu's probably off jerking it in the bathroom or something, I
don't know," he said, offhandedly. "What are you doing here?"
"He needs to learn to keep it in his pants and out of his hand, or he's
not gonna have anything left to offer you," Genma breathed, teasingly,
into Izumo's ear. He wasn't interested at all -- Izumo belonged to
Kotetsu, unquestionably -- but it was fun to play with him a bit,
sometimes. Izumo swatted at him lightly, laughing a little. "And me? I
made a promise to the kid." Genma stood up and stepped around the desk
to give Hayate a hug, too. "You didn't think I was going to bitch out
on you, did you?"
"I didn't say that," Hayate said, earning a stare or two from the other
kids in the club -- Hayate Gekkou, engaging in friendly physical
contact? The kid normally seemed to have a personal space bubble of ten
feet.
"What kind of promise was this, exactly?" Izumo asked, cocking an
eyebrow at Genma. His tone was all puzzlement and curiosity, though the
senior didn't answer him right away.
"No, I don't suppose you did. Why is everyone looking at us? It's my
face, isn't it." Genma dropped one hip, setting himself up to stay
draped across the back of the chair. He raised a hand to rub idly at
his bruised cheek. At least the swelling was mostly gone, even if his
face still looked like a smear of swamp-coloured flesh. "I promised to
be here. The rest of the conditions aren't your business -- not to be
rude, you know, but some things aren't up for discussion. I think this
falls into the private negotiations category." He didn't want Izumo to
know how bad it had really gotten -- how close Hayate had really come
to quitting tech for good. The sophomore eyed him suspiciously for a
moment but decided not to pursue it around the kid.
"Your face would attract a few stares. Get Kotetsu to do your makeup again or something, later." Izumo leaned back in his chair.
"Are you feeling any better today?" Hayate asked, and even though his
face and voice both carried the usual blank stoicism, he seemed
genuinely concerned.
"Yeah, I can stand up by myself, again. I just have to be careful how I sit down. That'll
be a few days, yet." Genma blushed very slightly, glad that Hayate
couldn't see his face. Izumo could, but Izumo also had some sense of
tact -- and probably enough of a clue from even that vague description
not to need to ask. He turned his attention to Izumo. "Were things all
right after I left, last night?"
"Yeah, everything was fine. Missed you at dinner, though." Izumo's tone
was light and conversational, but there was no doubt that he was keenly
aware that there was something here that he was missing. "So what are
you here to do, anyway? Are you joining up?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"I have no idea what I'm doing here. Figure I'm just here to be the
kid's pretty little pet for the afternoon. You know me -- always happy
to be a fashion accessory." Genma rubbed his chin against the side of
Hayate's head. "What am I here for, kid?"
Hayate squirmed, reaching up to push Genma's face away. "What are you doing?"

he complained, ducking his head away. "Stop it. That's weird." He
smoothed his hair down. "You can do whatever you want, I think."
"I believe the technical term is 'nuzzling'. And watch the face, I've
got enough damage to that side." Genma continued to lean on the back of
the chair, but tilted his head slightly away from Hayate. Grinning
impishly, he opened his mouth, but closed it again when he caught the
look on Izumo's face. The sophomore was right. The obvious comment was
a piss-poor idea. "Whatever I want, huh? Well, then I think I'll just
watch you impress the shit out of me with your fabulous chess-playing
skills. I'd play you, but I'm not worth playing. If Raidou can beat me
in under fifteen moves, almost every time, I'm seriously not worth your
effort. So, yeah. I'll just stay right where I am."
"Okay...well, um..." Hayate looked at Izumo. "Do you want to play, then?"
"Yeah, sure, kick my ass instead of Genma's. Not like you don't every
other week." Izumo grinned. "Hey, fine by me. I'll just grab a board.
Black or white?"
Hayate folded up the strategy puzzle and stuck it in his backpack. "Black."
"Yeah, sure, give me a handicap..." It was clear that Izumo was joking,
though, and soon returned with a weathered chess set, placing it on the
table so he and Hayate could set up the game.
The game dragged on for about twenty minutes, most of which Genma spent realising exactly
how badly he played. Most of the moves on both sides had been things
that hadn't even entered his mind as possibilities. Hayate just had an
eye for it, and Izumo, while he managed to fend the kid off pretty
well, for a while, just couldn't keep up, in the end. Genma was
stunned. "Holy shit," he whispered as Hayate moved to check for the
first time, and declared checkmate. "Well played, kid. Well played."
"Shit, he's not regional junior champion for nothing." Izumo leaned
back, shaking his head. Hayate just gave a sort of embarrassed
half-smile and ducked his head, picking up the pieces to put away.
"That wasn't really good. Izumo plays better sometimes," Hayate said,
half-protesting. "It's more fun if you try harder, you know."
"Yeah, I know." Izumo grinned crookedly. "Sorry. Just a little tired
today. Man, Genma, you should see this kid play Asuma or Shikaku or
something. That stuff's intense. I'm really looking forward to the
first tournament of the year."
"Tired, huh? Ko been keeping you up all night?" Genma stuck out his
tongue at Izumo. "I think I'd like to watch you play someone even
closer to your talent, kid. I may not understand half of what I'm
seeing, but it sure is a pretty dance. And it seems to make you smile
-- I like to see you smile."
Hayate rubbed his forehead in what looked to be embarrassment, and
Izumo rolled his eyes at Genma, clearing his throat pointedly. Way to be glaringly obvious, Genma. Lay off the sap.
"Well, um, maybe you can come to the state tournament," Hayate
suggested. "They let people watch. My dad always comes to watch me."
"I'd love to go. You tell me when and where, and I'll be there." Genma
hugged the kid again, and stared across the table at Izumo in absolute
bafflement. What had he done wrong?
But before Izumo could even deliver a pointed look, Kotetsu swept into
the room, headphones on, and danced across the room to where Izumo sat,
earning himself a weird look and a muttered utterance from Asuma. "The
sun is up, the sky is blue," he sang, dropping to his knees at Izumo's
feet. "It's beautiful, and so are you." He turned and leaned back,
laying his head on Izumo's thigh. "Dear Prudence, won't you come out to
play?"
Genma snickered into Hayate's shoulder. "What a headcase. Five bucks says he gets kicked."
Izumo stared down at Kotetsu with a completely baffled and weirded out
look on his face, trying to shake Kotetsu away. "What the fuck are you
doing here?"
Kotetsu looked a little hurt as he got back to his knees. "You bitch
that I don't come with you. I thought I'd sneak up on you and make you
happy. Spur of the moment thing." He looked up and saw Genma still
snickering -- now almost cackling -- into the frosh's shoulder. "Hey,
what the fuck is he doing here? Is it just invade the chess club day,
or something?"
"He apparently made a promise
he'd be here." Izumo cocked an eyebrow. "But I'm sort of touched you
came. So now you're going to start coming and bitching the whole time
of your own volition? How cute." He reached over and poked Kotetsu in
the chest.
Kotetsu smirked and tipped his head down, catching Izumo's finger in
his teeth and licking at the tip of it in a rather erotic fashion,
until the finger jerked away and his teeth clacked together. "Stranger
things have happened to nicer people."
"You're going to die, Ko. He's gonna kill you, and I'm going to laugh."

Genma and Kotetsu grinned at each other, until Izumo smacked Kotetsu in
the back of the head. "I'm here because the kid desired my extremely
sexy and slightly bruised presence. You'll be famous by tomorrow, kid.
The talk of the school will be that I've been seen draped all over some
frosh."
Hayate frowned as he finished picking up the chess set, holding the
black queen in his hand. "But I don't want to be famous," he said, and
he looked and sounded so serious that Izumo couldn't help but laugh.
"Fame spins at the will of no one man. Love it or live with it, it's
yours, now. Nothing to be done for it, really." Genma considered that
it was going to take less than a week for someone to ask Hayate
something really appalling. His bets were on questions about the size
of his cock. Not that he was going to tell the kid to expect it. No
sense in spooking him.
Kotetsu rubbed the back of his head, looking for the lump he was sure
was there after that last smack. "People are going to want to sit near
you and stuff. It'll keep the assholes off for a while. Without me
having to beat them off you, that is. I, ah, I heard you're not fond of
that sort of thing. Sorry. I'll try to keep the beatings below the
radar." He slid one hand up the inside of Izumo's thigh. "You want to
ditch early? Maybe blow a little time before rehearsal?"
Izumo bit off the blow job joke that hovered on the tip of his tongue,
if only for Hayate's sake. "Sorry, man, no can do. I actually need to
do some practising today. You just missed the massive chess ass kicking
that occurred only minutes before you got here."
"Awww!" Kotetsu looked like a freshly kicked puppy, but the lechery
came back in a hurry. "So, ah, what about after rehearsal? You know I
hurt just thinking about you." He tugged at the knee of Izumo's pants
with his teeth before turning his attention to Hayate. "You been
whipping his ass again? Sorry I missed it."
"And how. I didn't even know it was possible to play the game I just
watched." Genma shook his head, still somewhat stunned at the match he
just watched. Hayate rubbed his face with one hand.
"It wasn't that great," he muttered insistently. Izumo busied himself
with Kotetsu, staving the other sophomore off with his foot.
"Can you go through a day -- hell, an hour -- without propositioning
me? Give it a rest, man. Watched kettle never boils." He scratched his
chin, looking at the clock. "We've got another half hour or so, I
think. Mind working through that strategy puzzle with me, kiddo?"
"Sure." Hayate bent over to the side to reach for the paper he'd tucked
away in his backpack, but Kotetsu never moved away from Izumo.
"Nope, sorry. Not physically possible. Biology makes demands, and those
demands are met." Kotetsu raised a hand to shield his face from Genma
and the kid as he gazed up at Izumo with a very different expression. Only you,
he mouthed before working up the usual wicked grin and turning his face
and attention back to the table that he couldn't quite see the top of.
He rested his head in Izumo's lap. Genma smiled wryly, knowing just
about exactly what he'd just missed, and Kotetsu's eyes softened just a
bit as he shrugged back. Izumo just sighed a bit and petted Kotetsu's
head.
"All right..." He tweaked Kotetsu's nose playfully with a soft grin
down at him before turning his attention back to Hayate. "How about
that puzzle, then?"
Hayate would have been flat out lying if he'd said he wasn't a little
nervous walking into tech later that afternoon. His absence had been
for only one day, hardly anything suspicious, but he hadn't exactly
left on the best of terms the other day, and even though Genma had
assured him there'd be no problems with Anko, he was still
apprehensive. What if she still managed to get to him? What if it was
in tiny, sneaky ways that he couldn't even call her on? What if she
tried to hurt him anyway?
Hayate forced those thoughts out of his head as they neared backstage.
No use in worrying, he told himself, and everyone would look out for
him. Nothing like the other day would happen again. He hoped so,
anyway. He watched Aoba walk away towards the booth with Izumo and
Kotetsu until he nearly bumped into the wall by the green room door. He
glanced up at Genma, who had stuck with him this far.
Frankie and Ches looked up from their argument over the scene lists.

"You came back!" Ches bubbled. "Frankie, Frankie! He came back!"
"No more blows to the head!" Frankie squeezed Ches, who looked like her eyes were going to pop out.
Genma raised his hand. "You fuck up enough, Frankie, and I'll hit you in the head."
Frankie just flapped his hand. "Pfft. Yeah, you can smack me until Tuesday. With you it's just a reminder, not another bruise."
"Where's Bitchzilla?" Genma glanced around.
"Chasing down the damn gloves again. Mereday doesn't remember where she
put them down," Ches said, rolling her eyes. Hayate frowned slightly.
"Wasn't she missing them since...a few days ago? Or did she find them
and then lose them again? Because I think last time, she just put them
in her bag and forgot about it..."
"Again," Frankie groaned. "It's Mereday. She's got no brains. I don't
even know how the hell she got on this show. I'd say she was blowing
Genma, but..."
"But, I'm standing right here, and you know better than to say any such
thing, even if it were true, which I guarantee it isn't?"
"What he said. I do wonder who she is blowing, though. I can't imagine
she's here on her own merits." Frankie looked a bit disgruntled.
Hayate largely ignored that part of the discussion, scratching his
head. "Did anyone ask her to check her bag again?" he asked. "They're
probably in there. I bet they are, actually."
Ches shrugged helplessly. "Anko's handling it. I'm not going to go tell her how to do her job."
Genma volunteered. "No? I will. With style and grace, even." He hugged
Hayate, first, wrapping his arms around the kid from behind. "You going
to be okay? Apparently I have to go tell Anko how to do her job."
"I'm fine." Hayate pried himself away from Genma, moving over to the
props table. "I know Frankie and Ches probably have to go help paint or
something, so I can start organising everything. Just don't get her
really mad, because then I have to work with her, and she's probably
already mad that I didn't come yesterday."
"Style and grace," Genma said, boldly striding from the room to take
issue with the props mistress. If all else failed, he could pull rank,
and still have it fall in the realm of friendly conversation. Hayate
went to fixing the props table like he'd been doing every day for the
past week or two, and after a minute or so Frankie and Ches left the
green room, having been called off on some other errand. Aside from
Anko, Hayate seemed to be the only tech on full-time props duty.
Probably why they were looking for more help, he reasoned.

He honestly thought Genma would sooner jeopardize his position with the
dumb things that came out of his mouth rather than failing to keep his
hormones in check.
"Genma, you shithead! Don't you tell me how to do my -- " Anko suddenly stopped shouting from outside the green room door. "I hate you. How in the fuck do you know this and I don't? And where the hell have you been, today!?"
Genma's
reply was much quieter, not particularly discernable from outside the
area in which he was speaking. The tone, however, was unmistakably
stern and commanding.
Anko burst into the green room moments later. "Asshole..." She looked at Hayate and a slippery discomfort slithered over her eyes. "You're on table as usual, kid." She stayed several feet away from him.
"Um...okay," Hayate said slowly, eyeing her just as cautiously. She was
definitely acting weird. He knew Genma and Kotetsu were keeping her off
his back, but this was really ridiculous. "Uh...sorry about not being
here yesterday, too," he added, just for good measure.
"Not my problem. Not until you're gone enough to make it my problem. You do not miss a show. You do not miss dress rehearsal. You miss any of those and I will make your life hell." She considered him from across the room. "That much I'm allowed," she muttered. "You miss a show and Genma will have your ass."
"I won't miss anything," Hayate said, and it came out a little bit more
forceful than he'd intended. He shrugged apologetically after a moment
and went back to organising. It was damn near unsettling to have
someone act scared of him. "Um...Anko?"
"What." It was not a question, merely an acknowlegement that he had opened his mouth.
"Um...I'm not mad at you. For, um. The other day. Just so you know."
"Yeah? You want more of it, you better let Genma know what's on your
mind, first. I don't want him getting jealous and throwing my ass to
his little pet crazy." Anko slapped the gloves onto the table and
looked Hayate right in the eyes. "That's what it is, you know. He's
jealous. Wants your tight ass all for himself. You fucking him yet? I
doubt it... Not some spooky little thing like you."
Hayate suddenly looked worlds more uncomfortable than before, and he
went back to staring at the props table. "No. He's just my friend and
he was worried I was going to get hurt." He nearly knocked a mug off
the table, but managed to stop it in time. "I got upset that they did
that to you. I told them to stop. I didn't want that to happen. I'm
sorry."
Anko's mood swings were legendary, and her expressions flitted to
match. Eyes glinting mischievously, she purred and leaned across the
table, glancing back for a moment to make sure she wasn't about to get
caught. "You do
want more, don't you...? Better tell our whore of a stage manager you
like me better, or he's just going to keep thinking that he can just do
whatever he likes with you. He's got such an ego -- always thinking of
himself and his own dick."
Hayate leaned away from her, swallowing uncomfortably. "I
didn't say that," he said, trying to keep his face pleasant, but what
was supposed to be a nervous half-smile looked contorted and twitchy.

"Genma's just my friend. I didn't mean anything like that."
"Rumour has it he's got it so bad for you. Word is that when you're not
around he just mopes about how he doesn't get to touch you. It's like
splitting up the Twins. I know he wants to bend you over a table, if he
hasn't already, and I can't blame him in the least. When you make up
your mind about us, you just let me know." She slithered back across
the table, pinning Hayate with her eyes for a long moment, and then
slinking out the door, in search of someone else to tear apart.
Hayate watched her go, feeling moderately sick. That whole spiel struck
a wrong chord with him. He'd ask about it later, he decided. He had to.
For now, there was work to be done. He tried to concentrate on the task
at hand, however difficult it was now. First day back at tech, he
thought, and already things were going sour.
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