The Proper Utilization Of Gifts
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kiterieCHRISTMAS FESTIVAL FIC DAY 2!!!!
Title: The Proper Utilization Of Gifts
Characters: Genma, Hayate
Theme: Exploding Mandarins & Mochi
Summary: Genma makes sure that Hayate has a little fun over the holidays.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto and I’m certainly not being paid to write this, it’s for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of others.
Dedicated to: Sammiwolf Y!
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Genma shifted the bag on his shoulder and mentally ticked off the number of rooms he’d been in already. If he was right, the next was the last on his list. He knew it was fairly likely that his teammates, Raidou and Hoheto, were already done with their share. They really didn’t know how to take a break when they were given one. Delivering toys to the kids in the hospital was clearly his sensei’s way of saying they could take it easy, so he was, and it wasn’t his problem if they didn’t.
Sliding the door open, he slipped inside.
The kid had his hair hair tucked under a tightly knotted bandana and was surrounded by scrolls, books, and loose paper. “Hi.” He didn’t look up.
“Hey, I mean uh ho ho ho.” Genma chuckled and pulled the box out. “Merry Christmas from the Hokage--” He looked at the name on the box, “Hayate,” he finished, grinning and tossing the small box on the bed.
The boy looked up finally, smiled, and set the scroll he was holding aside. “Thanks.” He picked the box up and set it aside, then picked the scroll back up.
Genma cocked an eyebrow and flicked the senbon in his mouth around with his tongue. “You’re not going to open it?”
Hayate shrugged. “Maybe later.”
“You’re going to sit here doing what, studying, instead of opening a present?” Genma flopped onto the end of the bed.
Hayate nodded. “I want to graduate with my class.”
Leaning over, Genma peered at the content of the books. “Academy kiddo?”
“Second year,” Hayate confirmed, making a note in the margin of one of the books. “I keep ending up in here, though.”
“Ah well, pretty sure one day of fun wouldn’t kill you or keep you from graduating.” He pushed the box towards the kid and smirked. “Open it; bet it’s something cool.” The hokage, despite being far too old to know what was currently considered cool, had gotten gifts that were perfect for each kid. All the presents had been well received.
As if on command, Hayate broke down into a fit of coughing. Coughs wracked his whole body. He leaned forward, hunched up from the force of them.
Genma frowned. If he’d been anyone else he might have questioned his last statement, but instead the coughing fit confirmed his belief that the kid needed to lighten up a bit. Reaching over he banged on Hayate’s back.
The coughing subsided, and Hayate sucked in air roughly.
“Alright, now that that’s out of the way, open your gift or I will.” He picked the box back up and dropped it into the kid’s lap again.
After shaking his head and drawing in a somewhat trembly breath, Hayate pulled at the ribbon. Slowly and with unsteady hands, he opened it.
Genma pulled a kunai out and cut the tape.
Hayate lifted the flaps of the box and peered inside.
Leaning over, Genma followed suit. He was curious what the hokage had gotten the boy. Inside were the very low level explosive tags that pre-genin used for training, firecrackers, mandarin oranges, mochi, pocky, a book on swordsmanship, and a piece of paper with the Sandaime’s neat penmenship.
Hayate-kun~
When you graduate, there is a sword that goes with the book. Never give up. Please feel free to visit me if you would like to see it, and in the mean time, enjoy your holiday.
~Sarutobi Hiruzen
He had to admit that the old man was smart. The sword was a nice gift, and if Sandaime was giving it to the kid, it meant the kid had the talent for it. Genma smiled and picked up one of the explosive tags. “Hmm... That old man appreciates creativity, so why don’t we see what we can come up with for these?” He winked.
An hour later, they were out of mochi, oranges, and explosive tags. Three nurses had been sent up to scold them, and every time Genma had disappeared with all traces of their mischief. They hadn’t hurt anyone and had only splattered a few with orange juice, its pulp, and the remnants of the bean cake. It had been good for a laugh and seeing Hayate smile was definitely worth more. Genma would have to remember to visit the kid more often and teach him more about how to properly relax.
He made that decision while sucking on a stick of pocky and grinning like an idiot while his teammates grilled him on what took him so long.
Title: The Proper Utilization Of Gifts
Characters: Genma, Hayate
Theme: Exploding Mandarins & Mochi
Summary: Genma makes sure that Hayate has a little fun over the holidays.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto and I’m certainly not being paid to write this, it’s for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of others.
Dedicated to: Sammiwolf Y!
-
Genma shifted the bag on his shoulder and mentally ticked off the number of rooms he’d been in already. If he was right, the next was the last on his list. He knew it was fairly likely that his teammates, Raidou and Hoheto, were already done with their share. They really didn’t know how to take a break when they were given one. Delivering toys to the kids in the hospital was clearly his sensei’s way of saying they could take it easy, so he was, and it wasn’t his problem if they didn’t.
Sliding the door open, he slipped inside.
The kid had his hair hair tucked under a tightly knotted bandana and was surrounded by scrolls, books, and loose paper. “Hi.” He didn’t look up.
“Hey, I mean uh ho ho ho.” Genma chuckled and pulled the box out. “Merry Christmas from the Hokage--” He looked at the name on the box, “Hayate,” he finished, grinning and tossing the small box on the bed.
The boy looked up finally, smiled, and set the scroll he was holding aside. “Thanks.” He picked the box up and set it aside, then picked the scroll back up.
Genma cocked an eyebrow and flicked the senbon in his mouth around with his tongue. “You’re not going to open it?”
Hayate shrugged. “Maybe later.”
“You’re going to sit here doing what, studying, instead of opening a present?” Genma flopped onto the end of the bed.
Hayate nodded. “I want to graduate with my class.”
Leaning over, Genma peered at the content of the books. “Academy kiddo?”
“Second year,” Hayate confirmed, making a note in the margin of one of the books. “I keep ending up in here, though.”
“Ah well, pretty sure one day of fun wouldn’t kill you or keep you from graduating.” He pushed the box towards the kid and smirked. “Open it; bet it’s something cool.” The hokage, despite being far too old to know what was currently considered cool, had gotten gifts that were perfect for each kid. All the presents had been well received.
As if on command, Hayate broke down into a fit of coughing. Coughs wracked his whole body. He leaned forward, hunched up from the force of them.
Genma frowned. If he’d been anyone else he might have questioned his last statement, but instead the coughing fit confirmed his belief that the kid needed to lighten up a bit. Reaching over he banged on Hayate’s back.
The coughing subsided, and Hayate sucked in air roughly.
“Alright, now that that’s out of the way, open your gift or I will.” He picked the box back up and dropped it into the kid’s lap again.
After shaking his head and drawing in a somewhat trembly breath, Hayate pulled at the ribbon. Slowly and with unsteady hands, he opened it.
Genma pulled a kunai out and cut the tape.
Hayate lifted the flaps of the box and peered inside.
Leaning over, Genma followed suit. He was curious what the hokage had gotten the boy. Inside were the very low level explosive tags that pre-genin used for training, firecrackers, mandarin oranges, mochi, pocky, a book on swordsmanship, and a piece of paper with the Sandaime’s neat penmenship.
Hayate-kun~
When you graduate, there is a sword that goes with the book. Never give up. Please feel free to visit me if you would like to see it, and in the mean time, enjoy your holiday.
~Sarutobi Hiruzen
He had to admit that the old man was smart. The sword was a nice gift, and if Sandaime was giving it to the kid, it meant the kid had the talent for it. Genma smiled and picked up one of the explosive tags. “Hmm... That old man appreciates creativity, so why don’t we see what we can come up with for these?” He winked.
An hour later, they were out of mochi, oranges, and explosive tags. Three nurses had been sent up to scold them, and every time Genma had disappeared with all traces of their mischief. They hadn’t hurt anyone and had only splattered a few with orange juice, its pulp, and the remnants of the bean cake. It had been good for a laugh and seeing Hayate smile was definitely worth more. Genma would have to remember to visit the kid more often and teach him more about how to properly relax.
He made that decision while sucking on a stick of pocky and grinning like an idiot while his teammates grilled him on what took him so long.
