The Untold Life of Jiraiya
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first story, and I apologize if the prologue is a little too short. Please enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto.
"Sooooo Jiraiya, what do you want to do today?" asked an alluring voice.
Jiraiya was seated with a beautiful big breasted blonde (sadly it wasn't Tsunade) at a coffee shop. Jiraiya knew how to please these women. "Anything you like, darling." Jiraiya shot her the "Jiraiya look."
She was caught. No escape. Seduced already. But then an idea came floating by. "OK, then we'll"
Sorry Nanito, maybe some other time. and in a flash of leaves and wind the old pervert was gone. "I hate it when he does that!" sobbed Nanito.
Jiraiya did too. She was pretty and those boobies, oh don't get me started. But ideas that rarely floated around were, well, rare. And ideas are greater than ladies, Jiraiya hated to admit that. Non perverted ideas were the rarest, and this was one of them.
Jiraiya immediately got down and started writing.
Sannin Stories: The Untold Life of Jiraiya
Dorimu looked into his son's eyes. He was crying so loudly. He senses the danger nearby. "We have to go! Suna and Iwa are attacking!"
The First War was dying, but Suna and Iwa were still determined to fell Konoha. The sneak attack would be the last act of war before the First War ended. Dorimu regretted it, but he had to leave the baby Jiraiya. "OK, Riri, let us fight one last time together."
He looked at Jiraiya again, his white hair, no doubt from me, his eyes were definitely Riri's. Then at his wife, Riri. Slender, beautiful, like any kunoichi he would go out with, only Riri was special. And extremely scary when angry. Then with that hanging thought he leapt outside and out came Gamabunta. "Let's show these ninjas a lesson!"
Later, a surviving ninja noticed the baby and thus Jiraiya's life at the orphanage began.
Hope you enjoyed, chapter 1 coming soon, and kids, always remember to R&R!