Authors Notes: 1) "Naruto" and all of its characters are propriety of Masashi Kishimoto.

2) This is just a shameless fan-fiction, wrote for amusement - mine and hopefully other people as well.

3)I'm heavily influenced by works of Nezuko and Ilimkat, so any similarity, although not planned, most probably isn't accidental.

4)Not beta-readed. Any volounteers? *snort*

I woke up to the sound of door being unlocked. My muscles tensed involuntarily, ready to pull me up; even though I knew only one person would come to my house like that. Relaxing, I smiled fondly, not bothering to open my eves, just listening to the sound of rustling in genkan. Finally, soft padding of bare feet on wooden floor announced Raidō, coming into my single room.

He paused at the threshold, probably inspecting sheets for bloodstains. It was one of little rituals we celebrated – coming to see if other one is ok after a mission. It wasn't uncommon for ninja to just come home to bleed to death, or let enemy's poison sink in well, or take as many of those small lavender pills, that no shouting could force its way through thick cloud of sleep. I was dead tired when I reached Konoha last night, but there was enough common sense left in my pounding head, to know that Raidō would be worried, if I haven't pulled out my futon and laid my weapons exactly beside my "makeshift" bed.

In five quick steps he reached my sleeping space and did what I hated most – tore sheet off me.

"Geez Genma, you reek!" I must have, since after spreading out futon I lacked strength and will to strip myself off of mission clothes.

"Oh come on, Raidō." I opened one eye and rolled on my side, trying to grab a corner of the sheet. "If you want to sleep with me, at least buy me a dinner. I'm not that cheap, you know." Success! I clutched at the material, and rolled again, in a sorry attempt to cover myself with as little effort as possible. It didn't work out that well.

"I've brought gyoza." Oh, that bastard. That was tempting. "Come on, get up, take a shower." That wasn't tempting. At all. "If you hurry, you might even eat before it gets cold." Ooh, tempting again.

"Feed me?" I managed to look cute, I know it, but he just glared at me.

Moaning, I got up on my hands and knees, and Raidō helped me up and to the bathroom. While I peeled my turtle neck and pants off I heard him opening my fridge, then I just tuned off, dropped my boxers and went under blissfully hot spray of water.

I just stood there, for what seemed like a short while, feeling tension from my muscles disappear along with brownish water. Then, banging at the bathroom door forced me to snap out of drowse I didn't even realize I fell into.

"Oi, you okay there?" Worried. I smiled. We weren't that inseparable kind of friends like those Hagane and Kamizuki kids, but we completed each other on missions and liked hanging out after them too. After almost ten years of covering each others back it was quite moving, how concerned Raidō would get even after I was safe and sound into my own flat.

"Just jerking off, wanna come?" I grinned and started working soap into lather on my head.

"Can't. You'd *come* as soon as you'd see me, and where's fun in that?" Cheeky bastard. "Your lunch is cold anyway." Oh, that hurt. I washed myself quickly, and got out, to wrap a towel around my hips.

"I'm almost finished here." Just had to run second towel over my legs, so I wouldn't ruin floor with water, and dry my hair. Rubbing soft cotton over my head I left bathroom to fetch fresh pair of underwear. Raidō was sitting by the table, drinking beer, leafing through a book. Right behind him was my bed, now freshly made. I turned around to see stained sheets piled up beside bathroom door.

Something was off.

Raidō looked up when I opened wardrobe, and snorted.

"You got shy all of a sudden?"

I pulled out a pair of boxers without really looking at them, and showed him my middle finger.

"Half of my life there was another block of flats right outside my window, Raidō, remember? Old habits die hard." I flashed him a toothy grin as I ostentatiously let the towel covering my hips to fall down, and put on my boxers.

"Yeah, forgot. Now go on, eat your lunch. I bet it's icy cold by now." He took a good swig of his beer, as I settled at the opposite side of the table. Ahh, gyoza. Yummy.

"So, what do you want?" After few bites of my delicious lunch I decided it's right time to inquire about Raidō's rather unusual behaviour. He looked easy to catch off guard now.

But as a ninja he wasn't, of course. Just cocked an eyebrow at me.

"You coming to check on me are normal. Bringing food *could* pass for normal too, but just barely. But changing my sheets?" I smirked, and popped dumpling into my mouth. "Seriously, Raidō, what is it?"

"You want to say I'm not a good friend usually? Gee, Gen-chan, how could you?!" He clutched his chest in a parody of soap opera heroine.

"I want to say it's *creepy*, unless you have an ulterior motive."

"So I have." Now I was worried. He looked guilty, head bowed, beer cradled between his hands on a lap. "I requested for you on my next mission."

I felt wave of relief wash through me. So that was it? I expected something more outraging. Destroying one of my books, for example.

"When is it?" I took a gulp of beer. Warm. Last gyoza was lying miserably on the plate, so I took pity on it and put it into my mouth. Started chewing.

Wrong decision.

"Tomorrow" Raidō said it as I tried to swallow. Which ended in me chocking, and then after a fit of coughing I managed to catch my breath, somehow. I looked up at him, incredulous.

"You know I wouldn't refuse under normal circumstances, but seriously Raidō, I just came back from one bitch of a mission. It was exhausting!"

"It's not that difficult" He tried. "I need someone experienced, 'cause the Fifth gave me two kids to work with." He was trying so hard. "The only vacate is intelligence, and you know that for me it's either you or Aoba." He was doing his 'pleading eyes' trick and I was too damn tired to stare at him, like I would do normally. Instead, I put my elbows on the table, food in between, rubbed my temples. Not nice.

"What about Aoba, anyway? He's still on that mission in Water Country?

"Yeah, will be back in a three days or so, and that's when we're supposed to be at the Stone border." I heard him shifting anxiously. He always did that when he felt uncomfortable. I smiled briefly. He probably knew from the beginning what my reaction and answer will be, but he still played along. Sweet.

"You owe me for that. Big one." I opened my eyes to see him grinning.

"I know what to do, to improve your mood." I grinned back at him. "I could…" My grin turned into a full-blown leer.

"Suck me off." I ended before Raidō had a chance to say anything more. He made a face, threw a crown cap at me.

"So you just jerked off, and still are so desperate to ask me to get you off? I had higher expectations of you, Shiranui."

It was my turn to raise a brow now. I snorted too, just for a good measure.

"Actually, I thought I'll clean your gear and stuff." He finished off his beer and went to the kitchen. "You sure look like you'd use some more sleep."

I yawned as he said that, got up as well. Murmuring "No shit, Sherlock." I stretched on the futon. While sweet smell of clean sheets surrounded me I debated if I ought to feel grateful or offended.

"I can make you breakfast for tomorrow too." I heard him sitting beside me, starting to sort through daggers, needles and throwing stars. Smiling lightly, I cracked one eyelid open. Gave him amused look.

"Don't touch anything in my kitchen, and we're even."

He barked a short laugh. "Ass."

Too tired to keep eye contact much longer I settled comfortably on my side, hands securely put under chin. "But great ass, nonetheless."

"Oh? Says who?" Raidō got up, went to the opposite side of the room, opened wardrobes door.

"The ladies, of course." I inhaled deeply. To think, that for a week I wouldn't be able to burrow head in my pillow like that. Stupid Raidō.

"The *ladies* don't say such words, Genma." He apparently found what he was looking for, because now I heard him heading to bathroom.

"How'd you know? Aren't you into boys?"

Something smelly landed on my head. I took it off, and eyed piece of cloth suspiciously. My turtleneck. With dirt, sweat, blood and spilled medicine on it. Gross. I threw it back into general direction of Raidō emerging from bathroom, frowning.

"What is with you and those lame sex jokes today?" He settled back on the floor. Started cleaning my weapons, then got up again, took two zabuton from under the table, settled down. I watched him getting back to work. He wasn't frowning anymore, but he was definitely pouting.

"So what about this mission, anyway?" I asked, feeling that if I won't do it now, I'd know nothing by tomorrow morning. Good thing I haven't covered myself up, because if I'd feel any more comfortable, I'd surely drift off by now.

"We're going to go to the border with Grass, to one of the daimyo's lords' mansion. Our mission is to disgrace this lord's son, possibly make him look like he was plotting an assassination."

"Nice one." I managed, gritting my teeth. I understood why Raidō didn't want to be in this shit alone, but I surely didn't enjoy swimming in sump myself.

Ahh, the things one makes in the name of friendship.

"So we've got that Yamanaka girl to do actual job. You'd have three days to get all the information needed; I'm the captain, of course. And that new medic's coming with us."

"New medic? This one with hair like Kakashi's, only black? What's his face…Yamamoto Hajime, or something?" I remembered someone told me about new group of medics few days ago. Probably medic-nin on last mission.

"Yeah, that one. Only, his name's Ichirō."

I yawned and decided it's time to go to sleep and take advantage of Raidō's guilty conscience. "Pick me up tomorrow, 'kay? And *buy* me something to eat" I said, rolling much like I did earlier today, unsuccessfully pulling the sheet only over my arm. I grunted, not feeling smug anymore.

Raidō put aside whatever he was holding at the moment, and with a soft "You're such a baby, dumbass." turned me over and covered up. I sighed contentedly, murmured "Thanks." into the pillow and drifted off.

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