Konohagakure's Kakashi Hatake & Nina Sarutobi have only lived & prepared to die by the Shinobi rules.
Amid an intensive investigation into a spate of mysterious deaths, a birthday party for the elusive Copy-Nin sets off a chain reaction no one quite...
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(Tuesday > September 16 > Konoha's Jōnin lounge)
~Nina~
Nina entered the darkened Jōnin lounge, observing Genma limping from the chair at the window to the lounge, and sighed. She quickly stepped in to cushion and guide his collapse into the three-seater lounge. "Do I need to speak with your girlfriend about easing up your bedroom antics?"
"No...no," he whimpered weakly.
Irrespective of her day off and the orders to steer clear of the clinic, Nina couldn't ignore a comrade's medical needs. She knelt in front of Genma, placing a hand on either side of his temple. Under the dim green light of her chakra, Nina observed the creases on his brow and around his eyes fade. She ran her hands over the rest of Genma's body, giving him an impromptu full medical assessment.
"Thanks for this," Genma said through a pained inhalation.
Untrained eyes wouldn't notice, but her chakra blipped for a split second as her mind wandered to the night before.
Last night...
Nina swiftly covered her falter by assisting Genma to reposition onto his back to work on his hip. "Eh, it's what friends are for."
I really should have thought about which direction I laid him down.
Genma's left hip was closest to the lounge's back, leaving her minimal space to work within. With one hand under his hip, she wedged her hand just under the waist of his pants to better manipulate the top portion of his pelvis. "Breathe in," she directed, forcing the joint out with her chakra.
"You actually sound like you care." Genma regarded her with a rascally grin, at which she reacted with a roll of her eyes.
He'd always given Nina hell whenever he could. Besides the short-lived romantic venture between them—more Genma than her—he'd come to fill the gaping hole in her life left by Asuma's departure for the Twelve Guardian Ninja. Shiranui was prone to egotism, and she was much too chary. So, they hid this truth behind a sibling-esque pattern of sniping at each other.
It would be a damn shame if I didn't return the favour for last night, wouldn't it?
Without warning, Nina drove the wayward joint into its anatomically correct placement.
"Ow! Fuck! Sarutobi, that fucking hurt!" Genma lurched upright.
"Idiot. Did you think it wouldn't?" Nina snickered, washing her hands in the sink. Whilst she could have been gentler, he fucking deserved it.
"Imagine how much nicer you'd be if you'd relieved some of that built-up sexual frustration last night?"
Usually, Nina didn't allow grating comments to penetrate any farther than surface-level, but something about the sudden growing interest in her non-existent love life was fast edging under her skin.
