Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or the characters.

A/N: I originally had this story up but it was removed. Here it is reuploaded in a different Point of view since that was the reasoning for it being removed. I hope you enjoy reading it. The original will be posted on my Live journal. There's a link to my Live journal on my profile.

"Jiraiya!" Sitting up abruptly, I look around to take in my surroundings. Noticing that I'm still in my room, in my bed, I relax. It was just a dream, but…it felt so real. I could have sworn he was here. I was hoping he would be here when I woke up, but there's nothing. He's gone…dead…no amount of hoping is going to change that.

I should have known it wasn't real. I've had that dream before. That damn dream where he comes back alive. He shows up in the window to my room and tells me everything was a plan and that he's not really dead. We continue to talk until he turns to walk away…that's when I call out his name...that's when I wake up.

I feel like I'm going crazy. This happens every night and every night I keep hoping he's in the window. But he never is…and he never will be. I need to accept that and move on but…I can't. I can't let him go. It's like he won't allow me to move on.

"You called?"

That voice…I know that voice. I really must be going crazy. I can hear his voice clear as day. I look in the direction of where his voice came from. There he is…sitting in my window…smiling. I rub my eyes with the sides of my knuckles and blink a few times to make sure that I'm not dreaming again. I'm not. "It's you…how can you be here?"

He doesn't say anything. He just sits in the window and stares deep into my eyes. He holds that pose for a few minutes before he jumps through the window to stand against the wall.

"You're the one who called me here."

"I didn't call you! Why are you here?" I look down at my bed and grip my sheets tightly. I can't look at him. It hurts too much. If I look at him, it'll be like he's there, staring at me with those damn open hearted eyes of his. He's not there…I just have to keep telling myself that. If I don't look at him then he's not really there.

"I'm here because you want me here."

It's no good. I can still hear him. "No I don't! I want nothing to do with you!" I keep my head down the whole time I talk.

"If you want nothing to do with me, than look at me."

I shake my head. My eyes begin to sting with unshed tears. "I can't. If I look at you, then it's like you're there. I can't let myself believe that you're here when I know you're not."

"Oh, come on! You can spare one good look at me. I know you want to. No woman can resist my devilishly good looks," he laughs.

"Don't do this." The tears fall from my eyes and I clench my teeth to keep my sobs at bay. Feeling a hand on my chin, I lift my head up.

It's him! He's touching me! But that can't be possible. No! I won't allow myself to believe this. I'm crazy…that's all it is. I'm going insane.

"I'm right here."

"No you're not! You left and you never came back! You promised. You promised to always be there for me. You were my anchor, my rock, my super glue. Every time I fell apart you were there to pick me up and put me back together. I can't make it without you." The tears just keep pouring down my face.

"You don't have to, Tsunade, I'm here."

"No you're not! You're dead, remember? Dead!"

"Than how are you talking to me?" he asks, taking his hand away from my face and sitting on my bed.

"I don't know."

"Hmm…I guess being old makes you crazy. Just promise you won't die of old age," he jokes. He's always joking. But this isn't funny.

"You don't have the right to talk to me about dying anymore!"

"As long as I'm here, I think I have that right."

"You're not here! Stop saying that you are! You're not here!"

"Then prove it," he says, smiling at me.

I pull my fist back and slam it into his cheek. As my hand makes contact, his figure turns to dust and disappears. I'm not sure what just happened, but I know I felt my fist connect with a solid surface. But he's not there, he didn't fly through the wall, he didn't fall to the ground, he's just gone. I cradle my fist to my chest and fall backwards onto my bed. Curling up into a ball, I allow myself to cry for the second time since I learned of Jiraiya's death.

A/N: I know sad ending. So here it is. Hopefully I will have more encounters between them so I can add onto this.