I last updated this on June 3, 2008. Hello, after five years.

Genma's jaw hurt from having clenched it so hard. He couldn't help it, seeing as he couldn't let go of the woman he kept seeing in his dreams. And so here he was, again, on a tree branch outside her apartment, waiting for that glimpse, that very, very short glimpse of his mysterious friend. He cursed himself quietly, as he did every time he found himself coming here despite that his head kept telling him otherwise, and as he did every single time he could not will himself to leave until he saw her.

Just one more hour, he told himself, and groaned at his own foolishness. Really, he should stop, but he really could not.

It began when he sneaked in to Kakashi's room in the hospital, intending to check up on him. Or her, as practically the whole village now knew. He couldn't help being curious, no one would blame him for wanting to see what his long time comrade actually looked like. To think after nearly three decades of being acquainted, no one knew him— her —at all. For some time he felt a bit upset that Kakashi had not told him or anyone at all, about this big secret. Nor did she make any effort at all to explain anything about the matter. Or about anything at all, he realized belatedly.

And so he had entered, swung the door quietly because Kakashi may be resting, and she was. And she had not been wearing her mask. And he stared, hand not leaving the door knob and not moving for a long time. He just looked at that unfamiliar face, so peaceful, so feminine, so unlike what he pictured in his mind. He expected a pretty face, maybe a bit manly. He hoped she at least wouldn't look ugly, or even plain.

But she was more than pretty. He didn't want his eyes to leave her.

He had to though, when a nurse rushed him out, telling him that visiting hours was over for that day. He didn't come back to the hospital. Instead he decided to visit her at her apartment once he found out she'd been discharged. When he got there though, he couldn't bring himself to ring the doorbell, suddenly unsure how he would react around her.

He had decided to check if she was indeed at home first. She had been. When he had caught that one glimpse of her that day, his heart had skipped several beats. She was stunning, walking around wearing just a loose sweater that exposed a lot of skin around her collarbone and everything below the middle of her thighs. That had been two months ago, and he'd been visiting that tree every single day he could, just waiting and watching, and waiting and watching.

"Shit. I'm so pathetic!" He chastised himself inwardly, giving himself reasons why he should leave, why he should stop, if he had no intention of going to her door to attempt making a conversation. Go to the door. Just ring the doorbell and act naturally. You can do it, old boy. Act naturally. It's still just Kakashi. He hasn't changed. Well he did, but only physically.

And there she was (he noticed the movement right away), walking out of the bathroom with a towel on her head. She was naked everywhere else. "Damn it," he whispered, unable to look away. His eyes went everywhere. He long legs, her slim waist. Her full breasts with those very pink nipples. He was so hard he was going insane. He wanted to howl with the overwhelming lust.

She was beautiful. So beautiful it was painful to keep looking knowing he could not touch her. "Damn you, Kakashi. What are you doing to me?" An irritated sound escaped his lips as he watched stride in to her bedroom. After twenty minutes and still no sign of her, he knew she wouldn't be appearing again soon.

He wondered if she knew he was there. How could she not know? I've been coming here for two fucking months! Damn you, just look out the window for once! He wanted this to end so badly. If she sees him, and confront him, then he'd be left with no choice but to admit what he'd been doing. He'd finally be able to talk to her again, and maybe he'd find that she was still the same and he could go back to being his old self, doing his normal routines, chasing other ladies and dreaming of things other than her. Somehow he knows that wouldn't happen.

Trembling and throbbing in sweet pain, he was frustrated that she knew nothing about the fire that burned in his body. He wanted that soft, white body writhing beneath his and screaming from the pleasure. That image wouldn't leave his head, and if it went on longer he would probably just crash in through the window, grab her and take her without asking. It was becoming a good idea.

Mustering all his will, he stood up and jumped away, not looking back because he knew he'd change his mind and do to her what his body had been wanting for months.

He resolved to remedy this soon though. After all, it can't go on like this forever.