Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, in any way or form. I am not getting paid for this either, so tough on me, heh.
A/N: First fan fiction, but have always been a huge Jiraiya/Tsunade fan. And in my opinion, there is not enough of them. Also, I hold a belief that a whole entire manga series should just be devoted to them, heh. But that is just me. This fiction may also be considered a "I-hate-Dan-even-though-he-was-a-cute-side-character" piece. For Dan-lovers….tough. J
Okay, one of my rare brain farts, perhaps I should say this now. Jiraiya and Tsunade are in their mid 20's, so yea, no snot nosed little blonde haired demon holding genin. I know I felt sad too..-cough- I did my own take on Jiraiya's life and what is consisted of in his youth. don't like it, sue me. (Please don't, I ain't even getting paid for this fic. All you'll get from me is skin and bones, and maybe a gum wrapper.) Okay, I am no grammar freak. In fact, my grammar sucks and even the Godsend Microsoft Word, ceases to fix my irreparable use of really bad grammar. Use of bad language and some smut….somewhere in there…..yea….
It was once said what made a man was his actions. If that was true, then most of the shinobi in the Hidden Leaf Village would have been murderer's. Quite the contrary. Most were happy go lucky people, who had the unfortunate job of being hired tools for the protection of the people. Others were maniacal, left to the whims of their need and greed. A corrupting apple in a large barrel.
Jiraiya sat graciously upon the Western wall of Konoha. Occasionally, he would reward himself this one little semblance of solitude after a particularly challenging mission. It was the perfect secluded spot for simply thinking, about anything really. Fire streaked his hair as the last few rays of sunlight blossomed upon his face, dropping his large shadow lower and lower, until nothing more than a dark lump could be seen from a certain perspective. Closing his dark eyes, Jiraiya leaned back, palm pressed onto the cold stone beneath him, legs swinging haphazardly over the edge.
The white haired ninja was quite handsome, although roughly so, adding a bit of spice. Despite the spiky attribute, Jiraiya's hair was surprisingly soft to the touch, long and reached down past his waist. He was tall, by far the tallest ninja in the village, which gave him a large advantage in battle. Despite his size, Jiraiya moved with relative ease and quickness. Peeping built the skill rather well and offered a good amount of agility training. If he had his own way, an agility class would be set up and every kid would improve almost immediately, and it would give him the excuse of looking at women purely out of teaching.
Jiraiya had broad shoulders, a deep chest rippling with muscle from excess training. His arms were strong, biceps bulging with strength beneath the dark cloth of his uniform. His legs were well toned and muscular as well. He kept himself in top physical shape, mainly for one person only, but she never noticed. No, he was just a convenient friend when things turned sour. Tsunade had spent less and less time with him, too busy with her precious Dan. The day that Tsunade told him about her most recent catch, was about 3 months ago. He had been sitting in the Forest of Death, trying to escape another mission, which of course was pointless. She had found him anyway and proceeded to lecture him on skipping out on yet another mission.
Jiraiya had vaguely listened, instead watched her lips move ever so slowly with each word spoken. Tsunade had always believed that he stared at her chest constantly, which of course he did at times. Who wouldn't! But he loved her lips. They were soft, plump, and he knew they would be pliant and richly smooth beneath his own. However, his hoped and dreams were crushed then and there. As she finished her lecture, she blushed a little and looked to him in a shy manner. She then proceeded to reveal that she had an encounter with a male the night before, and they were going out today. His name was Dan. From that day forth, he hated the name Dan.
'It's such a sissy's name, a girly name. What a wimp.' Jiraiya thought carelessly, his once languid eyes had turned to an onyx steel, rage seething through his body. Tense, like a jungle cat ready to pounce on the nearest victim to come near him. Ever since the two began dating, Tsunade dropped every little thing just to be by Dan's side and cater to his every wish and demand. Training, lunch, and even the usual study period they had with Orochimaru was dropped for this one guy. Jiraiya did not get along with Orochimaru, ever since they were kids, but if his ridiculous study periods was a way for him to see Tsunade, then he would swallow pride and pain just to see her face.
His hatred grew for the young man who had managed to capture his hime's heart when she had come to him weeping into his shoulder. Instantly, he had undergone an array of epiphanies of her losing someone dearly important, such as her nephew. When he had asked her to tell him what was wrong, she tearfully spoke of how Dan and her had fought a while ago. Rage had entered his eyes, murder crossing the black orbs at 2 things. One, seeing Tsunade cry because of the bastard, and two, for being used as nothing more then a comfort zone when she was in a melancholy mood. Instead, he sucked up the rest of his damaged pride and comforted her as any friend would. It hurt. It hurt like hell, to simply watch as the woman you fell in love with since your youth, smiled and laughed with another man. It hurt every time he would touch her, knowing it was nothing more then a simple friendly gesture and not the caress of a lover. Jiraiya fell into his own array of depression, one everyone else seemed to notice, but her.
Being torn apart, Jiraiya threw himself into his work. Miraculously, he found that the more missions he pounded himself in, the less it hurt. The pain never came when he was focused and ready, adrenaline and endorphins worming their way through his body. Then, he would not have to think about them. No, he could live out the lie of his life without the searing ache in his stomach. Perhaps it was best that way. Love was a complicated case. Maybe, the best way to love Tsunade, was to feel happy that she was happy. Even though it was not his arms she smiled in and not his chest she would bury her face into.
Growing alert at having received some peace, for the tranquil moment, it was broken with a slight change in the wind. Instantly, large hands withdrew two shuriken, almost as if lightning were striking through his fingertips. The metal pieces ripped the air, practically slicing it with their inherent speed and power. The 'attacker' barely had time to react, not expecting to be attacked so early in the night. Pushing his free hand onto the ground, Jiraiya was airborne, going through an array of seals, before stopping on the last one. He fell to the ground, one knee bent and pressed on the cold stone. He rolled his eyes and shook his head, releasing the pent up chakra he had molded.
"It's just you." He said, rather begrudgingly.
"Oi." Said the stranger, with a slight wave, not at all taken aback by the rude greeting. He was just glad not to be sliced into shreds. People had always assumed that Jiraiya was laid back and care free. It was true, to an extent. However, the stranger remembered fighting next to the man in question. It was during one of the wars a few years back, when three names became legends.
"What do you want Sagure?" Jiraiya eyed his friend in a tired manner. The man was shorter then him, about Tsunade's height. The only difference was the fact that he had a wiry build, much like most of the ninja's in Konoha. He had strikingly bright blue hair and an attitude to match it. Sagure just offered a brilliantly charming smile, while watching Jiraiya get up and sit back down on the ledge of the wall. He joined him and both sat in silence. Although they were friends, Sagure held a high respect and fear of Jiraiya, he reached up and removed the mask from his face, settling it down next to him.
"Hokage-sama has been awaiting your return. We haven't heard from your for weeks, we all assumed the worst and prepared a funeral in your name, just in case."
Jiraiya snorted as he looked at his friend. The seriousness plastered over his face sobered up the white haired ninja immensely. Clearing his throat, he nodded and spoke sternly in a voice that was deep and rich.
"I just got back, I'll go and see him in the morning." With that, Jiraiya stood up, having his little moment ruined. He walked past Sagure, patting the man on the shoulder and leapt off the wall, only to disappear into the night. Sagure waited, staring at the ANBU mask he had just taken off. He knew very little of Jiraiya's personal life, only his professional one, and even that knowledge was limited. He was also entrusted with information only a select few knew. Jiraiya was not only his closest friend, but comrade as well. They fought in the war together and on missions. Some of the missions were kept secrets even from the Hokage himself.
Sagure was recruited into the ANBU a year ago. Too his utter surprise, the Hokage had informed him that Jiraiya was also an ANBU operative, but one of a rare condition. It was revealed that weeks after the end of the war, Jiraiya was asked to join the ANBU special ops and train with their recruits. Which explained the few years in which he would go missing for months with the Hokage barely breaking a sweat. Jiraiya was informed to keep his title of jounin and live life normally as he would under that rank title. Solo missions would be given to him from time to time. Most of the missions he went solo on, were missions in which groups of ANBU would participate in. There were times where Jiraiya was asked to lead a group of ANBU, usually consisting of Sagure and two others. When the blue haired man had heard this, he finally realized the power that his friend had. The hidden nature that Jiraiya kept locked most of the time.
Sighing, the ANBU ninja put the mask back on. Standing, he eyed the sleeping village and sprinted across rooftops, there was no need to sit and ponder over trivial things that he had no control over.
Hands tucked into the pants of his uniform, Jiraiya meandered across the dark streets of Konoha, humming a small tune he had heard on his recent mission. It was a nice tune, one played with a flute, it was melancholy and held a depressing note. A note that his mind grasped almost instantly. Lifting his head, he finally felt the stinging pain of the damage his body had taken. At first, he was just numb, now it felt as if every bone in his body was pushing against his skin, trying to rip past flesh. Lightheadedness finally kicked in along with a wave of nausea. Jiraiya lurched forward, gripping his abdomen as pain racked through his entire frame.
"That is what you get by cheating time and not telling me you were back already as soon as possible." Jiraiya lifted his head, allowing his eyes to focus on the image of a white robed man standing on the street a few meters away. His aged face was slightly covered by a red and white hood. Smoke curling from the pipe in his mouth. A sardonic smile was on his face as he watched one of his students suffer the aftermath of a heavy battle. Sarutobi, slowly made his way towards Jiraiya's body, a rush of relief flooding his aging frame instantly. They had lost so much in the war, and still Konoha was rebuilding from the massive loss. But the loss of one of his own students, would have been devastating. He thought of each of them as his own child. Orochimaru being his wiser, far more talented son. Tsunade his young little helpful princess. And Jiraiya, the awry, rambunctious son who rebelled and fought at every corner.
"You know smoking stunts growth, makes you age faster, and kills you. You seem to have 2 out of three out of the way." Jiraiya replied curtly, showing face rather than his weakness. He released the grip onto his abdomen, although it still hurt like hell.
A laugh ripped from Sarutobi's mouth, a sign that all as right with the world. "And peeping rots your brain. Wait, you are already past that."
"Takes a peeper to know one." The younger ninja replied, a smile forming over his invisibly scarred face. It was nice to banter once again, without having to hold any regrets or think of what to say, as he would around Tsunade. Sarutobi walked towards Jiraiya, oddly embracing the taller man gently before patting his shoulder with fatherly affection.
"Go to the hospital and get treated. You can have the next week to yourself for recovery. Just don't get run over by a mob of women trying to get your neck for peeping on them."
"You should know all about that." With those words stated, Jiraiya watched as Sarutobi made his way towards the Hokage Office, his small form disappearing as the last vestiges of smoke faded as well. Idly, Jiraiya pondered over the recent events, he found he cherished the simple moments more then ever. He viewed Sarutobi-sensei as his surrogate father, having never experienced the ties of family and the love of a mother and a father. He had lived his whole childhood as the orphan kid who had no parents, and no talent. When he barely graduated from the academy, he had hated his jounin teacher.
Sarutobi had made a fool of his younger self. He got caught in all the traps and fell for every trick in the book. It embarrassed him. Not only was getting caught stupid, but his embarrassment was tripled when he was laughed at by a girl he had liked. She was one of his team mates and for once he was happy that when they called out the teams, he was stuck with her. He could have cared less for the creepy pale faced snake dude who barely had a nose to breath through. His childhood was even worse when he found out Orochimaru could do practically anything. All the girls in the school loved and him and wanted to date him. He was good at every single jutsu that was taught and was perfect at everything he did.
What truly made Jiraiya jealous and enraged at his team mate Orochimaru, was when he had finally summoned the courage to talk to Tsunade and finally ask her out. Boy, were his dreams dashed off. She had come to him skipping and smiling and spilled her heart out. She revealed that she had always had a crush on Orochimaru and how perfect their dark haired team mate was. Jiraiya just sat there and listened, he stomped out the speech he had memorized just for her. He was going to apologize for calling her a flat-chested bitch and finally ask her out. Instead, he simply continued to make fun of her flat-chestedness and throw berating comments at Orochimaru at any chance possible.
Jiraiya had even trained harder than ever to try and outdo Orochimaru in everything. Which he failed at miserably. He had held the belief that if he beat Orochimaru, then Tsunade would start liking him. How wrong he was, She just kept calling him an idiot, despite his effort, saying he would never be able to beat Orochimaru at anything. So, Jiraiya had just given up trying to beat the dark haired ninja. Instead, he simply fought for himself to prove that he could do anything, if he wanted.
What a life. Jiraiya shook his head and decided to do just as Sarutobi-sensei had suggested. He turned upon his heel and made his way towards the hospital, a little bit of help in healing was better then using his own limited medical expertise and sewing the rest of the bruises and bandaging the cuts.
A loud sigh permeated the now silent medical ward. The morning had been rushed with so much excitement and work. A few construction workers from the Hidden Mist Village had an accident. It rendered many workers injured and three in critical condition. Luckily, Tsunade had helped the medical nins fix them up after her work hours at the clinic had ended. Now she was tired and wanted to just rest. But not at her apartment, Dan would be there. Waiting.
Things had not been going well between them for the last few weeks. Both had agreed to move in together in order to reconsolidate after a fight. It had been a bad idea. Tsunade could no longer stand being on her own apartment, knowing that he was there as well. She cared for Dan, but lately he had been distant and at times even rude. He was so affectionate in the start, caring and always there for her. But now, he was distant and cold. They got into more fights then ever, arguing over the smallest things. Such as clothing not being in the hamper, or the toothpaste being uncapped. There was far more tension between them then ever, and it stifled Tsunade's freedom.
She missed the older days, when everything seemed so perfect and there was no negativity between the two of them. Sighing, Tsunade leaned against the nurse's station. She was an average height blonde haired woman. Young and filled with vigor, Tsunade was endowed with heavy curves. Her hips dipping to form an hourglass shaped figure, her legs were long and slender, firm in their youth. Her breasts were large, having grown from a flat-chested little girl, to every man's practical wet dream. She had a petite full face. Plump lips, light hazel eyes framed with silken blonde hair. At the moment, her hair was clipped into a French bun. Strands falling here and there adding an exotic look to her outfit. Which was of course a standard nurse's outfit. Her white skirt hung a few inches above the knee and the white blouse hugged tightly around her chest.
Sighing once again, she pushed herself off the counter and made her way towards the exit, while waving goodnight to the night shift, she was stopped from leaving as the doors flew open. Tsunade's eyes widened considerably as a gasp ripped from her throat at the sight of the man who just entered. It was none other then Jiraiya. He had gone missing for over 3 weeks, there were many suspicions that he had chosen to become a missing nin and would never return. Even Sarutobi-sensei had chosen to ignore, and at times, dodge her questions regarding Jiraiya. Now he was back, and in the flesh.
Another gasp ripped from her throat as she saw the state he was in. There were obvious cuts and bruises on his arms, some gashes were deeper then others, looking to have been roughly stitched together. Dried blood could be seen underneath the ripped green vest of his jounin uniform. How was he even able to walk. Her quick assessment was only a scratch on the surface of the true extent of the destruction laid upon his body.
Huffing, Tsunade as well as an array of other nurse's quickly came to his aid, they began to fuss and complain. Very few wanted to deal with the white haired ninja. He did have a streak for perverted actions when it was not needed. Naturally, Tsunade patted heir backs and stated that she would take care of him, before leaving to go home. Jiraiya offered her an escape of not having to see Dan tonight. If his wounds were critical enough, by the time she went home he would be asleep.
Jiraiya was just as surprised to see Tsunade as she was obviously surprised to see him there. He had hoped to avoid her for his week stay and be gone by the end with another long mission. He could no longer watch her smile and be happy with her Dan. He would be happy for her from afar where he would not have to see that man's smug face kiss her lips, or hold her hand. Forcing a smile onto his face, Jiraiya spoke conversationally as he followed Tsunade to an exam room.
"Oi, Tsunade. How are you?"
Tsunade offered a gracious smile, her face lighted as her heart skipped a bit. She watched as Jiraiya spoke, comforted by the sight of his smile, although she knew he was forcing it. It was too obvious, and she had known for afar too long to be tricked so easily. "I'm good. Although you look like shit."
"And I feel like it too." When did his voice ever sound so…sexy. It was so deep and rich. For some odd reason, Tsunade felt a slight tingle run down her spine. From his ruffled spiked hair to the haphazard sight of him covered in blood and sweat, Tsunade could only see a savage beast that was lying beneath the propriety that Jiraiya used as a mask. All she could picture was Jiraiya grabbing her roughly and showing her what real men did to women. Blushing and coughing, she pointed to an exam table as she closed the door. "Have a seat, please."
Jiraiya sat down, not noticing the flush that crept over Tsunade's cheek, which had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. 'I think not having alone time with Dan has finally gotten to me.' She thought idly, although Jiraiya was not exactly a bad looking male. In fact he held his own quality of masculine virility. While Orochimaru was more of a femme man and Dan the sweet and gentle knight in shining armor. Jiraiya was your epitome of a male, just the purest form a man you could get. She began to check over his obvious wounds, using a scalpel to gently tear the bandages and stitching. Then she proceeded to use her chakra to get rid of most of the cuts, before once again wrapping them in a fresh new bandage soaked in ointment.
"Take off your shirt, please." At the request she cocked an eyebrow as Jiraiya looked a bit uncomfortable at her request. "Jiraiya, just take off your stupid shirt! It's not like I'm asking you to strip too!" She waited for his inevitable sexually related comment, but it never came.
Sighing, Jiraiya conceded to her request and unzipped the green vest. He threw it carelessly on the empty part of the exam table. Reaching for the waist band of his pants, he grabbed the edge of the black turtleneck and tugged it out of the belt line. Sufficiently loose, he tugged the shirt over his head. A muffled wail pierced his ears, but he ignored it. Instead he removed the shirt completely and tossed it on top of the green vest.
Tsunade placed a hand upon her mouth as the wail fell from her throat, she did not want other people to come in asking what was wrong and see what she was seeing at the moment. Now she understood why Jiraiya had felt uncomfortable taking his shirt off. His body was covered in scars. Some age old and other\seemed fresh. Some were jaggedly vicious while others were long and slanted here and there. Tears formed in her eyes, wondering when this had happened. Some looked to have been there for years, as if he were tortured. Reaching out she traced a few, almost feeling the pain he must have gone through in order to get them. One of the marks that had caught her attention were the characters on his back. She traced the kanji words that were carved. They were the characters for wisdom permanently etched there.
Having gotten over her little shock, she realized that despite the scars, his body was perfection. She remembered that he had pulled himself through so much training, and his uniform had hid the results well. His whole entire body was ripped! Literally. Tsunade could trace every dip and curve of his body, the cuts of every well defined muscle. His torso did not hold the standard six pack that most of the shinobi men had, no. He had an eight pack, solid and pumped. His chest held gleaming, rippling pectorals that looked to have been carved from stone. His hands were large, attached to a thick wrist and flowering with thickly rich veins that laced around his strong forearms. His biceps bulged, arms that she fantasized would be wrapped around her as he viciously took her from behind.
Shaking her head at the thought, Tsunade had to appreciate Jiraiya's body. She had seen Dan fully naked before, and as a shinobi as well, he was well fitted. However, Jiraiya scored ten across her board despite the ragged looking exterior. Seeing Dan naked had never enticed Tsunade as Jiraiya had at this moment. Never! And Jiraiya only had his shirt off! Getting to work, she mended the recent cuts and bruises, using her medical abilities to heal wounds so they would not add more scars to his already abused body.
Once she was finished, she quickly packed the medical equipment, For some reason she felt so comfortable around Jiraiya. He slowly reached for the turtleneck, ready to put it on when Tsunade suddenly blurted out a confession that shook both of them. "Dan and I are having problems!" Jiraiya paused, not exactly equipped to handle this kind of situation. If she cried again over another fight and used him as a shield to comfort her, he would lose it. So, he simply sat there and listened, trying to control his emotional balance.
"We have been getting distant, he is so cold and doesn't even hold me anymore. I'm…I'm just lonely…I never want to see his face and when I do, I just feel…nauseous…" She continued to speak of how they had never been intimate, how she had never been intimate with a man before, hoping her first would be with Dan. At this thought, Jiraiya felt a swell of hope. With her head bowed, Tsunade looked at the floor, not realizing that Jiraiya had leapt off the table, until she felt large hands grasp her elbows, almost painfully.
"Wai-" Her words were cut off as Jiraiya lowered his head to capture her lips in a heated feverish kiss. Alarms went off in his head, but he ignored them. Her lips was just as he had fantasized them to be, soft and pliant beneath his own. Passion filled every bone in his body, the lust pooling into his loins and hardening his cock instantly. Groaning roughly, Jiraiya's hands released her elbows and slowly snaked towards her hips, all the time rubbing and massaging her body in a sensual manner. He slanted his mouth, forcing his tongue to invade the moist wet cavern of her sweet mouth. His tongue plunged and plundered, staking claim over every inch he could find. Although, her own tongue was not at all docile. She fought back, her own clashing with his in a fight of dominance.
Tsunade was on fire. This kiss was heated and enflamed her body to newer heights. A moan slipped from her mouth, only to be lost in their dueling ones. Whimpers and purrs rested in her throat slipping out. From what she could tell, every innocent sound she made seemed to fuel Jiraiya's hunger, he increased the ferocity of the kiss adding more flavor and heat. Releasing her holds on everything, she lost herself to him. Her slender hands which were pressed against his chest to stop him, massaged over the hard wall, rubbing until they reached his broad shoulders. The muscles bunched and released under her fingertips, as he changed positions slightly to increase the kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him ever so closer, fingers slipping into his soft hair and gripping his scalp. Fingernails digging in.
Jiraiya felt his aching cock throb against his thigh and pants. Her little innocent moans were crawling underneath his skin, he needed more, needed to feel and taste more of her. He felt her hands wrap around his neck, her hips thrusting against him in that sinful fashion. She had surrendered. His own hands began to work. Reaching up, he grasped the blouse she wore, tearing it open, and surprisingly the buttons did not rip off, just slipped from the slots. With the blouse open, her breasts easily jumped from their confines. She wore no bra, which left him to wonder if she wore any knickers at all. The sight of her breasts fueled his imagination.
How many years had it been since he had wondered at night of this very moment, while his hands furiously rubbed his aching cock. He wondered how her breasts would feel and look like. Now his question had been answered. Ripping his mouth from Tsunade's, Jiraiya stared at he glorious breasts. They were large, milky skin with a pale rosy tipped nipple atop a hill. Her nipples were pebbled from arousal and demanded attention. Who was he to deny them any. Tsunade for the most part loved seeing the look of passion and need in his eyes. There was something primal in them, he looked so, hungry. She could feel her lips swollen from their heated kiss, but her pleasure had yet begun. She watched with half lidded eyes as Jiraiya bowed his head as his tongue darted out and slowly swirled around one of her nipples.
Tsunade threw her head back from the pleasure, she never knew her breasts were such erogenous points. Her back gently arched, thrusting her breasts forward, the nipple touching the tip of his tongue. A purr rustled from her throat at the feel of the wet tip glancing over the sensitive pebble. Jiraiya could not believe how responsive she was to his ministrations. Her body moved like that of a belly dancer, sensual and slow beneath his hardened frame. Smiling with male pride, he wrapped his mouth around the nipple, and suckled. Slowly at first, then increased the pressure, biting the tender flesh. She squealed a bit at the feeling, biting her lip to keep from screaming out her pleasure for the entire hospital to feel and hear.
His free hand reached up to grip her neglected breast. His finger moving like a virtuoso, massaging the firm mound and teasing the nipple gently. All the while he suckled, laving and nipping at her other nipple. He pressed her body backwards, laying her on top of the examining table. With his new position, Jiraiya pressed himself closer to her body. One of his legs was between her own, as one of her brushed his confined throbbing cock. Tsunade for the most part was lost in the sensations she was feeling. Never had she ever felt like this. It was erotic bliss. No wonder some women never minded sharing a bed with the self proclaimed super-pervert. Perhaps his peeping had dealt more knowledge then she would care to admit.
With a strangled cry, Tsunade's grip tightened around the base of his skull, pushing his face harder against her breasts. Eyes closed in distinct pleasure, a shudder of ecstasy racing down her spine. She could feel the thick wetness between her legs, her own womanhood aching for his touch. To feel how talented he truly was in his "gifted" expertise. As Jiraiya pressed his hips forward, her leg came into contact with his throbbing erection. She could feel the thick outline pressing her inner thighs. With that her eyes snapped open. She tensed beneath him, before releasing his head and planting her palms on his chest. Jiraiya looked up, confusion clearly written in his dark pools of lust.
What was she doing? She was with Dan! "No! I'm with Dan!" Using her superfluous strength, she pushed Jiraiya back, knocking him onto a medical shelf roughly. The contents did not fall luckily, but she could hear the sickening thud of bone on metal. For a few seconds no sound came from either bodies. Only the heavy breathing of heated moment. Tsunade gathered her senses and tugged her blouse closed, beginning to button up. Jiraiya looked up, his eyes devoid of emotion, no revelation on how he felt. Instead he offered a sad frown and spoke in that guilt-ridden tone.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen." He took the blame for the entire event. Tsunade knew she had only encouraged him with her actions, yet he laid no blame on her. She watched as Jiraiya walked with hooded eyes towards the examining table. Grabbing his turtleneck, slipped it on, and just slapped the vest over his shoulder. With a mumbled "Goodbye." He left the room. Tsunade just stood there, her breathing heavy and her mind torn from what had happened.
Outside, Jiraiya allowed the chilling night air to calm him.
"No! I'm with Dan!" Those words echoed in his mind, and ripped his hearts to shred. It only proved, that no matter what he did. She would always belong to another man. Whether it be Orochimaru or Dan. He would never be hers. Sighing at his stupidity, he opted to heal his bruised ego the only way he knew how. With sake and a girl from a bar who looked to need healing just as he did. Then he could live out his lie of life and pretend that the woman squirming beneath crying out to the heavens, was a blonde haired woman that haunted his mind with the temptation of the devil.
A/N: Wow, glad to get that off my chest. I do not know whether or not I am going to continue. If my work is accepted, I might. If not, well, I won't quit my day job. I have more ideas with twists and plots. And yes! Dan will enter the picture along with Orochimaru! Oo. What deceit! So tell me what you think. I know its rather…different. But I wanted to write their own history in my way! So R&R.