"What do you mean, you--screwed up the jutsu?" Genma demanded. "What--stutter?" He completely ignored Kakashi's instruction to sit, backing up instead, with a seething gaze riveted on Kakashi. He stalked over to the tent packs and opened a containment scroll to seal his own pack away.

"Shiranui," Kakashi said again. He sounded like a teacher about to scold an errant student, which just made the hairs on the back of Genma's neck rise.

"What-- is your problem with me? Seriously. One minute you're fine to talk to, the next you're-- a com--plete bastard." Genma spat. He made the first sign of sealing.

Kakashi was a blur in Genma's peripheral vision, grabbing for Genma's hands to yank them out of position for the jutsu.

The explosion at the base of Genma's skull this time put the previous headache to shame. The earthquake that wasn't an earthquake knocked Genma off his feet entirely. He gasped out a broken series of low, wounded noises, curled fetal on the ground with his hands clutching his head.

A touch on his shoulder. Kakashi's gloved hand. His masked face swimming into tear-blurred view.

"What the fuck did you-- do to me?"