There's this boy I like."Genma look

There's this boy I like."

Genma looked up from the array of senbon on his coffee table, cleaning rug in one hand because it was one of those rare off days where he had nothing better to do than trivial domestic duties. Like cleaning his preferred brand of sharp projectile. And entertaining teenage girls with disturbing tendency for juvenile theatrics. Ino had arrived at ungodly hours and proceeded to nest into a corner of Genma's battered couch, where she had pondered over her toenails for the better part of her home invasion scheme while he regained some semblance of fine motor skill.

He belatedly noticed that she was waiting for a response, missed the timing by about fifteen seconds and ended up with an articulate, "Huh."

"Yeah," Ino nodded. If she found his contribution to be lacking, she knew enough to keep it to herself and continued to stare at her toes. They were a queer shade of blue. "We just met."

Genma hmm-ed.

"He works at the Academy and has this adorable smile," she paused to giggle, fingers curling over the slanted line of her lips. He noticed that her nails were painted that same shade of blue. "Not one of us but he's really sweet."

He raised an eyebrow. "I thought I told you it gets complicated with civilians."

"Toru thinks I'm just a normal chuunin."

Genma's other eyebrow joined the first one. "So you lied to him."

"Half-truths," Ino sing-sang and cocked her head to a side. Her hair pooled around the soft angles of her face. "It's easier to tell half-truths than outright lies."

"Don't get smart on me, kid. I taught you that shit."

Ino grinned, looked far younger than her seventeen years and a lifetime of half-truths. It was the same grin she wore when he told her that kunoichi couldn't afford to fall in love. "I'm a fast learner."

Genma didn't object, because he knew she knew it was true. Despite Ibiki's prior apprehension (not that that scarred, poker-faced asshole ever displayed outright emotions but apparently Yamanaka Senior had stormed T&I headquarter, nearly came to blows with Ibiki and only backed down after severe warnings from the Hokage), Ino settled into the lessons without much difficulty. She listened and reacted well, more attentive to instructions than most of her peers and he found a willing, if somewhat peculiar, student in Ino. The fact that she was more attractive than the average kunoichi didn't hurt either.

Genma sighed. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

She crawled over the coffee table that separated them, sat on his lap (bones and skin, this one) and kissed him, fingers sliding over his unshaven jaw. Her frost-blue eyes were quiet and gentle, thoughtful. "Thank you, sensei.

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There's this boy I like."Genma looked up from the array of senbon on his coffee table, cleaning rug in one hand because it was one of those rare off days where he had nothing better to do than trivial domestic duties. Like cleaning his preferred brand of sharp projectile. And entertaining teenage girls with disturbing tendency for juvenile theatrics. Ino had arrived at ungodly hours and proceeded to nest into a corner of Genma's battered couch, where she had pondered over her toenails for the better part of her home invasion scheme while he regained some semblance of fine motor skill.He belatedly noticed that she was waiting for a response, missed the timing by about fifteen seconds and ended up with an articulate, "Huh.""Yeah," Ino nodded. If she found his contribution to be lacking, she knew enough to keep it to herself and continued to stare at her toes. They were a queer shade of blue. "We just met."Genma hmm-ed."He works at the Academy and has this adorable smile," she paused to giggle, fingers curling over the slanted line of her lips. He noticed that her nails were painted that same shade of blue. "Not one of us but he's really sweet."He raised an eyebrow. "I thought I told you it gets complicated with civilians.""Toru thinks I'm just a normal chuunin."Genma's other eyebrow joined the first one. "So you lied to him.""Half-truths," Ino sing-sang and cocked her head to a side. Her hair pooled around the soft angles of her face. "It's easier to tell half-truths than outright lies.""Jangan cerdas pada saya, anak-anak. Saya mengajar Anda omong kosong."INO tersenyum, tampak jauh lebih muda dari tujuh belas tahun dia dan seumur hidup setengah-kebenaran. Itu seringai sama dia mengenakan ketika ia menyuruhnya kunoichi itu tidak mampu untuk jatuh cinta. "Aku cepat belajar."Genma tidak objek, karena dia tahu dia tahu itu benar. Meskipun Ibiki's sebelumnya ketakutan (bukan bahwa bahwa bajingan bekas luka, tanpa pernah ditampilkan langsung emosi tapi rupanya Yamanaka Senior telah menyerbu T & saya markas, hampir datang untuk pukulan dengan Ibiki dan hanya mundur setelah peringatan parah dari Hokage), Ino menetap ke dalam pelajaran tanpa banyak kesulitan. Dia mendengarkan dan bereaksi dengan baik, lebih memperhatikan petunjuk dari sebagian besar temannya dan ia menemukan seorang mahasiswa bersedia, jika agak aneh, di Ino. Fakta bahwa ia lebih menarik daripada kunoichi rata-rata tidak menyakiti baik.Genma menghela napas. "Jangan bilang aku tidak memperingatkan Anda."Dia merangkak atas meja kopi yang memisahkan mereka, duduk di pangkuannya (tulang dan kulit, yang satu ini) dan mencium dia, jari-jari yang meluncur lebih dari rahang beliau bercukur. Matanya embun beku-biru yang tenang dan lembut, bijaksana. "Terima kasih, sensei.

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Ada anak ini saya suka. " Genma mendongak dari array senbon di atas meja kopi, membersihkan karpet di satu sisi karena itu salah satu dari hari-hari yang langka off di mana dia tidak ada yang lebih baik untuk dilakukan daripada tugas-tugas domestik sepele. Seperti membersihkan nya disukai merek proyektil tajam. Dan gadis-gadis remaja menghibur dengan kecenderungan mengganggu untuk drama remaja Ino tiba. pada jam durhaka dan terus sarang ke sudut sofa butut Genma, di mana ia telah merenungkan kuku kakinya untuk bagian yang lebih baik dari dirinya skema invasi rumah sementara ia kembali beberapa kemiripan keterampilan motorik halus. Dia terlambat menyadari bahwa dia menunggu jawaban, terjawab waktunya sekitar lima belas detik dan berakhir dengan mengartikulasikan, "Huh." "Ya," Ino mengangguk. Jika ia menemukan nya kontribusi kurang, dia tahu cukup untuk menyimpannya untuk dirinya sendiri dan terus menatap jari-jari kakinya. Mereka warna aneh biru. "Kami hanya bertemu." Genma hmm-ed. "Dia bekerja di Akademi dan memiliki menggemaskan ini senyum, "dia berhenti tertawa, jari melengkung di atas garis miring dari bibirnya. Dia menyadari bahwa kukunya dicat bahwa warna yang sama biru. "Tidak salah satu dari kita tapi dia benar-benar manis." Dia mengangkat alis. "Saya pikir saya bilang itu jadi rumit dengan warga sipil." "Toru mengira aku hanya chuunin normal." alis lainnya Genma bergabung dengan yang pertama. "Jadi Anda berbohong padanya." "Setengah-kebenaran," Ino bernyanyi-bernyanyi dan memiringkan kepalanya ke sisi. Rambutnya menggenang di sekitar sudut lembut wajahnya. "Lebih mudah untuk mengatakan setengah kebenaran dari kebohongan." "Jangan sok pintar pada saya, anak. Aku mengajar kamu omong kosong itu." Ino menyeringai, tampak jauh lebih muda dari tujuh belas tahun dan seumur hidup setengah-kebenaran. Itu adalah senyum yang sama ia kenakan ketika ia mengatakan bahwa kunoichi tidak mampu untuk jatuh cinta. "Aku cepat belajar." Genma tidak keberatan, karena ia tahu ia tahu itu benar. Meskipun ketakutan sebelum Ibiki (bukan bahwa bekas luka, poker berwajah bajingan pernah ditampilkan emosi langsung tapi rupanya Yamanaka Senior telah menyerbu T & I kantor pusat, hampir datang ke pukulan dengan Ibiki dan hanya mundur setelah peringatan keras dari Hokage), Ino duduk pelajaran tanpa banyak kesulitan. Dia mendengarkan dan bereaksi dengan baik, lebih memperhatikan petunjuk dari sebagian besar teman-temannya dan ia menemukan bersedia, jika agak aneh, mahasiswa Ino. Fakta bahwa dia lebih menarik daripada kunoichi rata tidak baik menyakiti. Genma mendesah. "Jangan bilang aku tidak memperingatkan Anda." Dia merangkak di atas meja kopi yang memisahkan mereka, duduk di pangkuannya (tulang dan kulit, yang satu ini) dan menciumnya, jari geser lebih rahang bercukur nya. Mata es-biru yang tenang dan lembut, bijaksana. "Terima kasih, sensei.