Howdy, it's been a while. To the 3(?) people that have me alerted, my apologies.
This is my take on one of the 12 Labors of Herakles (Hercules), I'm thinking about making it a series, where 1 Naruto character takes on a labor in a Narutoverse type situation, I guess.
You would think he'd have learned his lesson. You would think his trip to the hospital, grasping onto the thread of life, oh-sodesperately; would have taught him a thing or three. And yet there he was 'researching' as he put it. Unfortunately for him he had been spotted, by her, and she was going to knock his block off.
As his perverted chuckling permeated the air, she slowly walked up behind him and holding back, only slightly, she punched him in the back of the head. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she slowly opened her eyes so she could properly lecture Jiraiya as he quivered in a pool of blood, but was shocked to discover that there was no blood, and no Jiraiya.
When in the hell had he substituted away? How had she not noticed? And more importantly, where the hell was the bloody pervert? Absolutely livid that he had gotten away, she set her sights on finding him... after a few cups of sake.
As she walked to her usual drinking spot, her smile slowly returning as she thought about the many cups of alcohol she was about to consume, a small frog started croaking really loudly. Puzzled slightly, but thinking nothing of it she carried on, eager to get her drink, leaving the frog croaking in the back of her mind.
As she rounded onto the street that housed the bar that housed her beloved sake, she noticed walking past another frog it, that it too began to croak loudly. Wondering if all the frogs in Konoha were being affected by something, she carried on, at a slightly faster pace, to her destination. As she neared the bar, she could still hear the frog croaking.
Her attention to the frog, however, was rudely pushed to the side as Jiraiya materialized in front of her. She assumed he had just come out of that restaurant with all those young waitresses, one of which happened to be clinging tightly to his arm.
Does that idiot not learn? Perving on women in the bath houses, perving on women at restaurants. Couldn't that dirty old man keep it in his pants just once?
"You stupid idiot!" She screamed at him, balling up her fists. "You barely lived for a reason you insatiable moron"
Upon hearing the familiar screeching of Tsunade, Jiraiya's head whipped round and then paled slightly. As he gave his lady friend short, insincere apologies Tsunade ran full tilt towards him. As her fist connected with his head, once again, smoke and a slight 'poof' sound indicated Jiraiya's departure, and she could have swore he was smirking.
As the smoke cleared all that remained in the spot once filled with a pervert was a pair of, overly familiar, underwear. She was going to kill him. She was going to rip him limb from limb, that dirty bastard would pay for touching her underwear. She needed a plan first and what better way to plan than with a nice cup of alcohol.
As she stepped into the bar she breathed in the heady scent of booze and depression. Yes. This was the perfect place to plan, and she had already spotted the perfect person to plan with.