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Genius at Making Love	By : KohakuShadow Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3986 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Genius
at Making Love

Thirteen:
Shikamaru x Genma

7 PM

Genma wasn't one to rummage around other people's cupboards. As a
general rule he thought it was rude. Even so, as Shikamaru took a
shower—longer than what anyone would consider the norm—Genma
Shiranui found he had to busy himself somehow. He decided to figure
out where Shikamaru kept the tea and make two cups for when the Nara
finally emerged from the bathroom. It was the only thing that
prevented him from knocking on the bathroom door every forty seconds
to check on him.

It wasn't the rough treatment that had Shikamaru so shaken; it was
his response to it. Sai had, for all intents and purposes, raped him.
And for all intents and purposes he raped Sai back. He knew that
wasn't precisely the situation, but now that it was over he realized
more clearly how cruel the sex between them had been on the roof and
while he wouldn't have put it past the artist, he felt sick to his
stomach knowing something like that had existed in himself. He didn't
want Gaara to know about it. He didn't want Genma to know about it.
And he had no idea how to forget about it. Even if he'd orgasmed he
didn't think it had been particularly pleasurable. He never
wanted to have sex like that again.
At the time he'd put up a brave face—something Konoha's #1
coward just isn't supposed to do, in theory, but now he was having a
hard time regaining his composure. He let out a shaky breath.

Unable to stop himself any longer, Genma moved to the bathroom door.
“Shikamaru?” he said tentatively, his tone more question
than statement. “I...made some tea.”

Genma's voice alone soothed his nerves and Shikamaru imagined the
man's strong arms wrapped around him. How could someone so perfect
even exist? “I'll be out in a minute,” he answered,
tossing out the first excuse he could think of. “I'm just
rinsing my hair.”

“Alright,”
Genma answered, tension eased a little now. The Nara had sounded a
little shaken, but he'd gotten a response at least. He decided if
Shikamaru hadn't answered he would barge into the bathroom and make
sure he was okay. But Shikamaru had
answered
so that let Genma to waiting at the kitchen table, drumming his
fingers to try to force out his anxiety.

Shikamaru came out in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He didn't feel
like digging out proper clothing right now and would change soon. His
hair was still wet, soaking his collar and Genma watched a drop of
water tumble over his collarbone and disappear under the t-shirt's
loose collar. The Nara sat across from him, offering the man a slight
smile. “Were you worried?” he teased a little to lighten
the mood. “That's sweet.”

Genma knew he was just trying to fluster him to avoid the topic of
what happened, but that didn't mean he had determined whether or not
he should pry. In the end he tried a little tact, gently pushing the
tea towards the Nara and saying, “You know...ah, whatever it
is...”

Shikamaru interrupted him, shaking his head a bit. “I don't
want to talk about it,” he answered. “Thanks though. I'm
fine.”

Genma frowned a little as Shikamaru took a careful sip of the tea and
lowered the cup again, fiddling with the handle. “You don't
sound fine,” he said. “You don't look fine, either.”

Shikamaru made a face. “Telling me I look like shit won't get
you laid, you know,” he tried to joke and brush off the subject
again but Genma wasn't having it, resting his hand over Shikamaru's.

“You
don't look like shit,” the older male said. “You know I
think you're gorgeous, but that doesn't change the fact that
something's bothering you. I know I'm not your lover and have no
right to pry into your business but...I...” Genma sighed and
let go, leaning back in his chair as if suddenly exhausted. “I'm
concerned, that's all.”

Shikamaru came up with the first diversionary tactic that came to
mind, he got up and moved around to the side of the table where Genma
was sitting and leaned over, stealing a sickeningly sweet kiss. “I'm
a big boy,” he said. “I can take care of myself.”

“Can
you?” Genma asked, almost an accusation, but when Shikamaru
thought to pull back he found Genma's arm around his waist stopped
him. “I'll accept you not wanting to talk to me about whatever
that was before, but will you at least talk to Gaara about it?”
he tried. Shikamaru needed to talk to someone
about
his worries, it practically radiated off of him.

Shikamaru at least looked a little guilty and apologetic as he
answered, “...I won't. Gaara is sensitive. I'm not about to
worry him unnecessarily over something that's over and done with.”
For one, Gaara would literally go into a rage and decide to kill Sai.
He didn't want a Kazekage killing spree on his conscience.

“Shikamaru...”

The Nara leaned over in an attempt to distract Genma with a kiss
again but the older man wasn't having it, stopping his lips with a
finger. He frowned a bit against the digit, but got another idea and
nipped at it, sucking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue
around it.

Genma bit the inside of his cheek against the minor assault as
Shikamaru held the hand in place and imitated an incredibly sexy blow
job with two of his fingers. He looked away—with great effort.
“Stop trying to change the subject.”

Shikamaru straddled his lap and draped his arms over the man's
shoulders. “Stop being so stubborn about it,” he
retorted, moving to nip at Genma's throat. He could feel the man
bulging in his pants and was sure if he just kept it up Genma would
want to fuck and temporarily forget all about his other concerns, but
Genma, bless him, wasn't having it.

He tilted the Nara's chin back and held his face at a distance in
both hands. He knew, technically, it was none of his business. Until
Shikamaru accepted him as his lover—if he ever did—he
shouldn't be pushing like this, but when Shikamaru was so obviously
upset he just couldn't help it. He loved the Nara too much. “Please,”
he pleaded. “Tell me what happened.”

Shikamaru sighed a little. If he
gave Genma something,
maybe he'd leave it be. “Sai and I had a fight. He was jealous
that I fucked Sakura and decided to take it out on me. It's really
not a big deal.” He rolled his hips to grind their members
together in further attempts at distracting the older man.

Genma shuddered, but answered, “If it was no big deal, it
wouldn't have taken you this long to say that much.” Genma
traced back over recent events, a bell going off in his head. Those
had been Sai's pants he was wearing before. Genma knew he'd
recognized them but couldn't place the low-risers right away, it's
not as if they were, say, day-glo orange. And Shikamaru's clothes had
been practically torn to shreds. He decided to take a more direct
approach, even if the man in his lap might hate him for it.
“Shikamaru,” he said seriously. “Did he rape you?”

Shikamaru's body tensed a little, which gave Genma more of an answer
than any words the Nara had given him thus far and he wrapped his
arms tightly around the shadow nin's body, embracing him tightly.

“Not
exactly,” Shikamaru answered after a stretch. Technically,
Sai's member hadn't been in him once during the entire thing, and
that loophole was what made him able to answer that way without
feeling guilty about lying. Sai hadn't raped him. Sai's ninjutsu, on
the other hand...had at the very least made a valiant effort.

“Then
what
exactly?”
Genma asked more sternly than was his habit. The man tended to be as
laid back as he was. It was part of what the Nara liked so much about
him; he was easy to get along with. Shikamaru amended that with a
'when he's not
being stubborn.'

“...I
don't want you to know,” Shikamaru finally answered honestly,
resting his head on Genma's shoulder. “Especially not you.”

'Now we're getting somewhere,' Genma
thought. “Why not?” he asked more gently, rubbing gentle
circles over the Nara's back to soothe him.

They were deceptively truth-provoking, those gentle hands. They
pulled things out of Shikamaru's mouth that he didn't intend to say.
“Because I'm not as good of a person as you think I am and I
don't want you to know that. If you knew what I was really like, you
wouldn't like me anymore.”

'I see. He did something he isn't proud of. He's worried I'll
think badly of him.' “Everyone
has their dark spots, Shikamaru.”

“You
don't,” Shikamaru said, still under the sway of Genma's
comforting massage.

“I
do,” Genma corrected. “When Hayate was killed I...”
he choked on the words and shook his head, sighing softly. “I
know they were deceived too, but even still, every time those
Sunagakure nin set foot here in Konoha...” He trailed off,
shaking his head a bit. One of those nin was Shikamaru's real lover.
It was rude to say anything bad about them, especially when they
weren't really to blame, but it was hard on him knowing the person
who killed his deceased lover was their ally now.

Shikamaru leaned back, looking down into Genma's eyes and
understanding the man a little better for it. “I'm sorry,”
he said. “I was thoughtless. It must be hard on you.”

Genma tucked a strand of hair out of Shikamaru's eyes. “We all
have our rough spots,” he answered. “I'm not going to
think any less of you. If anything, the fact whatever this is is
bothering you so much proves that you're a good person. We can't let
our regrets take over our lives. Asuma told me that, you know. I'd
think as his star student you'd know it too.”

Shikamaru felt eased by Genma's words. How he did that without even
trying was something the Nara had a feeling he'd never understand. “I
was always too lazy to listen to his lectures,” he joked
blandly.

“He
does like to give speeches,” Genma joked. “He gives them
to me and I'm older
than
he is.” It was only a year, but even so.

When Shikamaru, eyes slightly
amused, leaned down to kiss him this time, Genma didn't stop him,
letting their tongues tangle and holding him tightly. His chest
ached. He could tell he was growing on the boy, but he wasn't sure he
would ever be accepted as a real lover when it was like pulling teeth
to get the Nara to even hint at the things that were worrying him.
'Well, at least I know I turn him on,' he
thought bemusedly, feeling Shikamaru's erection already rubbing
against his own swelling member as they kissed. He gave in to the
Nara's more wanton side and let his hands slide down into the sweats
to cup Shikamaru's bare ass.

Shikamaru moaned, grateful for the
reprieve from twenty questions and frankly not nearly as stressed
about his behavior with Sai as he had been before Genma's assurances.
'I want to fuck him,' the
Nara thought suddenly. 'Slowly. Gently. I want ...'
“Genma,” he said
when their lips parted so they could breathe. “...Does that
offer from earlier still stand?”

“Offer?”
Genma asked, not quite remembering what he'd offered and trying to
trace their earlier conversation until he found it.

“Will
you bottom for me?” Shikamaru asked, speeding the process
along. He couldn't help but smile when he saw realization strike and
the older man's cheeks flare. “I want you,” he murmured
against Genma's mouth. “I swear I'll be careful...”

Genma nodded a little shyly. “I...haven't done it that way in a
long time,” he admitted awkwardly. “You'll have to be.”

“You
don't have to...” Shikamaru amended, not wanting the man to
feel obligated just because he'd said something in the middle of lust
a few hours ago.

Genma shook his head and claimed Shikamaru's lips in a deep kiss.
“It's okay,” he said. “I trust you. It...sounds
kind of sexy, actually, having you inside of me.”

This time Shikamaru was the one to blush a little. He opened his
mouth to answer, but didn't know what to say and was glad Genma got a
little overeager then and leaned in to steal a hungry kiss. He moaned
softly into it, their hips already rocking together a bit. He was
starting to really love it when Genma got excited, and it dawned on
him that in a way Genma Shiranui had repeatedly let him see him at
his most vulnerable today: without his senbon. The first time they'd
had sex, and now, the Senbon was rested carefully to the side and not
in immediate reach when the man was never seen out of doors without
the needle between his lips. He thought that it was kind of nice to
think there was someone who trusted him that much after that 'fight'
with Sai.

He got up and pulled the older male to his feet, removing his
forehead protector in the process. “Bedroom,” he
explained. “It's kind of messy, but...”

“...beats
fucking me into the kitchen table. I get it,” Genma finished
for him.

Shikamaru nodded. “And that's where the lube is,” he
added. Shikamaru wouldn't need it if he was bottoming, but if Genma
hadn't bottomed in as long as it sounded like he was implying, he
definitely would. As he maneuvered Genma around piles of laundry and
a few strategy games sprawled across the floor to reach the foot of
the unmade bed, it was the first time he kind of wished he had a
bigger one. It was a twin, and he'd always figured it was sufficient
for him. He didn't really bring people home, and when Gaara was over
it was nice to have to cuddle up together. Gaara was small enough
that it wasn't really a bother for either of them. Genma, on the
other hand, didn't have the red-head's petite figure. He was taller
than Shikamaru with broad shoulders and no matter how you sliced it
it would be almost impossible for the two of them to be
comfortable—even cuddled—in such a tiny bed. For sex it
was fine though—someone had to be on top. There just wasn't
much room to get creative.

He pulled Genma's vest off and dropped it on the floor, nibbling on
the man's neck and jaw as he felt Genma's hands sliding up under the
thin t-shirt and leaning back to let him pull it over his head. The
Nara's hair was untied again and this made Shikamaru smirk finding it
a little predictable.

Genma made a bit of a face down at him for the amused look and said,
“Give me a break, I like your hair.”

“I
just think it's cute,” Shikamaru teased, stealing a more
playful, chaste kiss as he returned the favor, removing Genma's shirt
and dropping it on the floor. He immediately went for the older nin's
pants, feeling terribly impatient at least in getting the man naked,
and his own were soon to follow before he lowered Genma onto the
mattress.

For a long few minutes they just lay together, rubbing against one
another, caressing, and kissing. It was the perfect atmosphere for a
love confession, but Shikamaru already knew how he felt and Genma
didn't dare say something that could ruin this for both of them. He
just had to be patient. Patience, he was quickly re-learning, was not
particularly one of his virtues.

Shikamaru smirked down at him, amused, “This should be a treat
for you,” he joked, “Laziest nin in Konoha, and I'm going
to be the one doing all the work this time.” They both knew the
Nara wasn't really as lazy as he claimed, at least not anymore, and
definitely not as regards sex, but it was a silliness that distracted
Genma from thinking to much.

“Before
you know it I'll trick you into using a laundry basket,” he
returned as the Nara began to make his way down the man's toned body.
First his tongue traced along Genma's collarbone and he laid a few
light nips there. Then he made his way down to the man's chest to
properly abuse his nipples with lips and teeth and tongue until Genma
was moaning and the beads became hard little peaks in his mouth. He
leaned back slightly and pinched them between his thumb and
forefingers experimentally giving them a little tug that caused Genma
to moan and arch before letting his hands gently trace along the
older male's ribs and six pack abs, his mouth moving to join them. He
left a playful hickey near Genma's navel and dipped his tongue into
that little dip of flesh, causing a ripple to run up the man's neck
as his hands spread Genma's legs, gently massaging the inside of his
thighs.

But when it came to Genma's perfect, massive, incredibly sexy cock,
Shikamaru purposely avoided it. He wanted at it and he knew Genma
wanted him to have at it, but the Nara had other plans and sat back,
lifting Genma's legs over his shoulders high enough that only Genma's
upper back remained on the mattress.

'He-he's not planning to...!' Genma
began to wonder, but wasn't kept guessing long as the Nara's tongue
ran along his crack a few times from end to end, just grazing his
hole, before focusing in on it, lapping at it and swirling about it
but not going inside.

Genma moaned loudly at the anal attention, shuddering a bit.

“Sensitive, aren't we?” Shikamaru breathed out against
the intimate area before letting his teeth graze the tense ring.

Genma's breath hitched and shuddered as the Nara's tongue slipped
along it again and then carefully weaseled its way inside. It was a
wholly different situation from this end and the older man's eyes
teared a bit with pleasure, his cock twitching a bit. Shikamaru
smiled against him as he slid the tongue in and out of the tense
ring. Genma somehow managed to be sexy and adorable at once. Gaara
had the same talent, actually. The genius didn't realize that his
feeling that someone was cute stemmed more from the fact that he
liked them than anything else.

Genma's head tossed a bit at the oral molestation. He was totally
unaware that as the Nara toyed with him so his hand had reached the
nightstand and pulled out the lubricant or that he was currently
slicking a more than sufficient amount over his fingers, but he was
about to find out.

Dropping the bottle to the mattress for now, but not out of reach,
Shikamaru pulled his tongue back and lowered Genma's hip, giving the
man a sultry look as he licked his lips. Genma knew he was teasing
him, but that didn't make it any less alluring. It wasn't long
before the Nara began to nudge his middle finger into the tight hole.
Both men moaned—Genma because of the digit's careful
penetration, Shikamaru because of the tight heat swallowing his
finger.

“Nngh, god, you weren't kidding,” Shikamaru said, leaning
over the older man to lick and nibble at his throat as he slowly
began to thrust the lubricated digit in and out of the man. “Even
with only one finger, you're so tight.”

Genma panted softly at the attention, trying to keep his cool and
failing somewhat. “If you think talking dirty is going to get
me riled up,” Genma answered, “...then you're right.”
Not that Genma needed any further riling up. He pulled Shikamaru's
face to his and inhaled his mouth in a deep kiss, careless of where
said mouth had just been.

Shikamaru moaned into it, slipping another finger in and carefully
scissoring the man's innards starting to feel around for his
prostate. When he did, Genma couldn't keep himself from bucking
against the digits with a deep moan. 'An amazing seme and
a wanton uke,' Shikamaru
thought. 'It would be so incredibly easy to let this man
take over my life.' He slipped
the third digit in, and this is when Genma tensed. “Shh,”
he soothed, leaning down to distract him with some nipple play,
suckling and nibbling the tight beads as he rubbed Genma's prostate
to make the pleasure overwhelm the pain.

It wasn't long at all before Genma
had had enough. “Shikamaru, please...your cock...”

“You're sure?” Shikamaru
asked. “It's going to hurt.”

“I'm a big boy,” Genma
smirked a little through his lust, shoving the Nara's earlier words
right back at him.

As a sort of reward, Shikamaru gave
Genma's member a few firm strokes and leaned down to let his tongue
swirl around the head, sucking a bit. “Yeah,” he
answered. “You are.”

“Shika--”

“Roll over,” Shikamaru
interrupted. “If you haven't been on the receiving end in a
while, this way will be easiest for you.”

Genma nodded as Shikamaru removed
his fingers, and rolled onto his stomach, spreading his thighs and
lifting his ass into the air.

“Mmn, god, what a sexy sight,”
the Nara said. “I can practically get off just from looking at
you. But...” he said before Genma could protest, positioning
himself at the man's hole. “I've got a better idea.”

Genma took a deep breath, forcing
himself to relax. “Do it,” he said.

“I'm going to put it in fast
so it doesn't hurt for as long,” Shikamaru warned.

Genma nodded against the mattress,
trying to prepare himself, but a yelp still escaped when the Nara
plunged into him with a deep moan. Shikamaru leaned over him, laying
light kisses along his spine in apology. He really didn't want to
hurt Genma, but there had been no way around it. “Sorry,”
he murmured, reaching down to stroke the man's enormous cock gently
and try to distract him from the pain a bit.

Genma took a few deep breaths. That
really had hurt, but
it was Shikamaru inside of him, touching him, and that was more than
compensation for a little pain. “It's okay,” he said
after a few extended moments. “Go ahead. Move.”

“You're sure?” Shikamaru
asked, wanting to very badly but being sensitive to the other's
situation as well.

Genma let out a shaky breath and
answered, “Fuck me, Nara.”

Shikamaru didn't have to be asked a
third time, sliding his hips back slowly, biting his lip against the
pleasure and then sliding back in with a deep moan. Genma was
unbearably tight, really. It took all of Shikamaru's resolve not to
climax prematurely, but he was going to have to make the man get off
quickly or he was going to be in trouble. “Genmaa...” he
rasped out breathlessly, increasing his pace and aiming for the man's
sweet spot.

He hit it and Genma sobbed wantonly.
He was more than willing to tolerate a little pain tomorrow if it
meant he could feel this good today. “Shikamaru...aah—nngh...”

The Nara gently pulled Genma upward
so he was sitting back on his knees and Genma, also on his knees,
straddled his lap. From this position it was easier to stroke his
cock and toy with his nipples, laying kisses along his shoulders as
he thrust up into the older male. He moaned. “You're so
tight, fuck...so good.” He thrust a little more firmly into
Genma's prostate.

The older man shuddered and moaned,
feeling his thought process fly out the window and his mind begin to
spiral as he bucked backward against Shikamaru's member. “Ah—ah.
God...” he rasped out. The wanton tone was more than enough to
tell Shikamaru that, lingering pain aside, he wasn't the only one
enjoying himself, and so he pressed in deeper, thrust faster and
harder until the two men were recklessly slamming against one
another, spindling towards orgasm. They came at the exact same
moment.

“Shikamaru!” Genma
screamed a little too loudly, his seed spurting upward as Shikamaru
moaned his name in kind, filling his body with his own fluid before
they collapsed against the mattress together. Even the Nara was
unable to resist some post-orgasmic cuddling as he tried to catch his
breath. He quietly listened to Genma's racing heart and let himself
be lulled into complacency by the man's strong hand smoothing out his
hair.

'What's stopping me?' he
wondered. 'On the one hand, I want to tell him that I like
him, that he can be my lover, but I can't make those words leave my
mouth. I complain about things being troublesome all the time, but
in this case, I'm the one making it difficult. Why can't I just make
the words come out? I want him. To be his lover, I'd be...so
incredibly lucky. Ask me, Genma. Just once more, make me admit
it...'

But Genma didn't breach the subject
again, trying to respect Shikamaru's desire to think about it. Even
if they'd fucked twice in one day now, that didn't mean he expected
an answer in a day, or even a week. Even if he wanted one right away
didn't mean he had any right to tell Shikamaru to hurry up in
thinking about it.

The older man leaned over and gave
the Nara a kiss filled with all the longing he didn't dare speak of
and finally pulled away. “Well, since this is your house, I
guess it's my turn to be the one to leave.”

Shikamaru tried to open his mouth to
protest, to tell Genma that he could stay, but no sound came out and
Genma took that as an affirmation, cleaning up, dressing, and
slipping out without a word. Two cold cups of tea still sat on the
table.

Shikamaru sat up, raking his fingers
through his hair. “Genma,” he said to the empty house.
“I really, really
like you. I'd be honored to be your lover.” It sounded corny,
but even so, it was that simple. It's all he had to say. So why
couldn't he say it to the man's face? He knew it hurt the older man
every time he fucked him, or kissed him, without giving a distinct
answer, and he didn't want to hurt him, but when he tried to express
his feelings just now something had swollen up in his throat. 'I
choked.'

He sighed and got up, showering again quickly and getting dressed.
He needed to clear his head. 'Maybe some shougi,'
he thought. 'I'll see if Neji is busy.'

~TBC~

To
Reviewers:

llyoung:
Yeah, emotionally retarded Sai
screwing everything up, buut, it made for a good prelude to some more
Genma, so it's all good!

Tokyo-Princess:
Understood. With so many
characters I'm bound to hit one or two that some readers generally
aren't a fan of. I'm rather fond of Temari myself, as I said, but
mostly I just found it terribly entertaining to think of the two of
them in the midst of it having a conversation as calmly as if they
were in the middle of having tea. Leave it to ShikaTem.

As
for Team 10, I would generally agree with you. I just don't see
Shikamaru with either Ino or Chouji in a romantic sort of way, though
I can see Ino and Chouji and am a huge fan of that pairing. I do,
however, think some casual sex in which Shikamaru subtly tries to
help those two see just how much they like one another isn't out of
the question. I think Ino and Chouji, as a general rule, need a
little push in the right direction—and hey, in this story, we
all know Shikamaru is just a pervert, so his brain is working in
mysterious and dirty ways.

Sai
and Shika fighting with sex? Haha yeah. Well, wouldn't Naruto just be
wonderfully perverted entertainment if all the battles were like this
one? Haha. Okay, that's the inner pervert talking, don't mind me.
Actually this was a really hard one to write by comparison to the
others. Sai and Shikamaru wouldn't agree. No matter how I looked at
it they both said 'I don't want to fuck HIM!' Soo, not being able
to develop any chemistry, and with Sai all mad n'stuff, this is what
it ended up being.

As
for toying with you...I continue to plead the fifth. :p

Dani:
Thanks. I don't know how
fanfic can reheat coffee, but the sentiment is appreciated. Glad
you're enjoying the story so far.

AngelRavenDove:
haha! Have I created a monster?
I seem to be giving you plenty of dirty ideas to play with, so I
guess my work here is done. (But rest assured, my story is not. 4
chapters to go.)

countdown:
Hah! I certainly seem to be
much loved for this story. No complaints here though! As far as how
it ends, stay tuned for another 4 chapters to find out.

Prpl
Grl: I agree with you. There's
a certain hotness to tentacles, but at the same time, no matter how I
look at it, they're creepy. As for rape—thumbs down all the
way. I think it's natural to feel the way you do. On the one hand,
there's Shikamaru getting sexily smutted, on the other there's an
underlying sort of 'gah! Stop!' sort of gag reflex to it. I think
not being sure is about the right reaction given the nature of the
chapter.

cynaga:
Haha. She may have him institutionalized for being out of his mind
before she figures it out, given Sai's weird reactions to things (or
at the very least hospitalized when she punches him halfway across
the village). Even if it was his place, I can wager that Shikamaru
would decided informing Sai what his own emotions are would be filed
under 'too troublesome' in Nara-land. Genma is a sweetie, we all
know it. At least my version of him is and we all love him to death.
'nuff said.
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