One typical night in Konoha village, a young teen ninja sat in a bar. Yes she wasn't actually old enough but everyone knew her so they figured it was all right. She was only fifteen years old, not even near the age of sixteen, but everyone knew she was one of the most responsible ninja's in the Leaf village. She had a beautiful brown and a green eye and long brown hair. She was very well built for her age. Many of the older men in Konoha adored her. But she paid them no mind, which made them want her more. She had already chugged down six cups of sake when a older man came into the bar. He had extremely wild, silver hair and was pretty attractive for an old man. "Hey, get me your largest keg of sake. I'm feeling like celebrating." The old geezer said roughly. The young girl known as, Kari Mitsukai, just stared at him. He was so hot; she just wanted to leave with him. A wide blush went across her face when she thought about it. She slid her pale of sake down to his side of the bar. He looked at her. "Ain't you a little young to be drinkin, missy?" He asked slyly. "Jiraiya, sir, this is Kari. She's one of the most responsible ninja's we have here in Konoha." The bartender said cheerfully. "Is that so? Hm…"He glanced over at her, "How old are you, girly?" He asked curiously. "Fifteen…practically sixteen, sir. Why do you ask?" She questioned. "Just wonderin. Cause they say you're the most responsible…but how can you be responsible if you're drinkin at only fifteen?" Jiraiya asked…he was asking to many questions. "What is up with old fold and all their questions?" Kari asked short temperedly. "Hey, Kari, was it? I'm just askin cause I'm curious, that's all." He said hoping he wouldn't get beat up by a mere teen-ninja. "Whatever. Ba-ten…get me and my…old man, another round of sake, will ya?" Kari asked somewhat slurring. "Um…I think you've had enough, Kari." Jiraiya said concerned about the young woman's behavior. "I ain't done, till I say I'm done. Got it?" Kari said briskly. "Ok…but if you have a mighty hangover tomorrow I ain't going to help, cause I warned you." Jiraiya said, he began looking up and down her curvaceous body. She was merely fourteen and she had the body of a beauty in her mid-twenties. "Kari, I couldn't help wondering…why is it you have a body of a twenty year old when you're still only about fourteen?" Jiraiya asked while glancing at her beautiful form. "I don't know. Early hormones or something. Why?" She asked hoping he wasn't getting any nasty ideas that, she didn't know, he was famous for. "I was just observing, and wondering." He said simply. "Ba-ten…where's our sake?" She asked sweetly. "I'm sorry, Miss Mitsukai, but we have run out." The man said hoping she wouldn't attack him like she had before. "Ok, can you give me our bill, please? We'll be taking our business elsewhere." She said sweetly. 'Is this how she always is or is this just a mask?' Jiraiya asked himself. She glanced at Jiraiya hoping he agreed. He nodded. She smiled in return glad that she wouldn't be wandering from bar to bar alone. She opened her back pocket and took out the biggest bag of jingling coins Jiraiya had ever seen. "How does a kid like you get that much cash?" He asked with his jaw hanging. "I work everyday repairing houses and the barrier around Konoha. The 5th Hokage pays me pretty well and anyone else whose houses I'm fixing." She said simply with a large smirk on her face. She took out a fifty coin, signed the bill, and gave the bartender the metal trinket. "C'mon Jiraiya!!" Kari said enthusiastically. The bartender grabbed Jiraiya. "We still have some left, I just don't want her over doing it." The bartender whispered. Jiraiya nodded. "I'll try and convince her she should go home." Jiraiya replied in a raspy whisper, as well. "Wait up, Kari." Jiraiya yelled trying to catch up with the young drunk. 'Holy shuriken she's attractive.' Jiraiya thought to himself, a large, naughty smirk spreading across his face. He had the hots for a fifteen year old. That was a new record. He walked beside the young teen hoping she wouldn't stop at another bar. She was telling him how she was allowed to drink at any alcoholic establishment. 'She talks a lot when she's drunk. It's kind of cute, really.' Jiraiya thought to himself admiring his accomplice's body, watching her butt when she walked. He tried so hard not to grab it, afraid that if he did she and everyone who knew her would kill him. His will power wasn't strong enough though. He firmly grabbed the right cheek enjoying the tight feel. She just glanced at him happily. 'She's enjoying it?' He was surprised and confused. She stopped and pulled him into an alley. "Jiraiya?" She asked. "Hmmm." Jiraiya said while squeezing her bun harder. She slightly moaned. "Do you want me?" Kari asked. "Want you for what?" He asked with a devious grin on his face. "Do you want me, in general?" Kari asked with the cute little hurt bunny look on her face. "Oh, yeah." He said in his perverted manner. "Can we go to Akutopi bar first?" Kari asked shyly. "Then can I research you?" He asked in the hermit manner he so often used. She shrugged. "Let's go!" He said happily just wanting to use her for his so called 'research'. She was happy. She finally got him to want her. She was beaming with joy. "Akutopi pub" Kari said loudly. "This is my favorite place to come." Jiraiya and Kari said in unison. "Really? How frequently do you come here kid?" Jiraiya asked curiously. "Not too often but it serves the best sake in any of the villages that I've been to." Kari replied when she was already half way in the door. 'I've caught a good one. Nice body, alcoholic, loaded with cash, and best of all…she likes my perverted hands and even me and my gifted hands!' Jiraiya thought with a grin forming from ear to ear. He walked in and yelled, "Is Kitsune in tonight?" He asked one of the younger men who worked at the pub. "Yeah he's round back, I'll go get him for you, Jiraiya." The young man said while eyeing Kari who was sitting at her usual spot at the pub. The man walked into the back cellar and called, "Kitsune, your fat oaf of a friend is here, and it seems he's brought one of our favorite customers along with him." The young guy said with a wide grin. It seems that whenever a man speaks or sees Kari they are always grinning a large mouthed grin. "Hey, Hebi, he coming or not?" Jiraiya yelled starting to get annoyed. "He'll be up in a sec." Hebi replied sternly. "If you don't cool your jutsu down soon you won't be getting served, old man." Hebi yelled, while hearing a loud groan coming from the large old man. "It's ok Jiraiya, if they don't serve you we can go to Kajitsushu, instead." Kari said loudly hoping that Kitsune and Hebi heard her. The two men came rushing from the back cellar holding her favorite sake in hand. They placed it before her; all they got in response was a large and sweet smile from the young customer. "Thanks guys." Kari said cutely but with a tired look on her face. She poured Jiraiya a glass of sake and began chugging the rest from the bottle. She was so tired she just rested her head on his shoulder and yawned. It had been nearly three hours since they had arrived and Kari had ingested over six bottles of sake while Jiraiya had drunken nine bottles. "Here's your tab miss. Will that be all for tonight?" Kitsune and Hebi asked. "Yes, thank you. That'll be all for a few days, besides I've gotta go to work in three hours. Dang it. Why'd the night go by so quickly?" Kari said tiredly. She took out the large leather sack of coins she stashed in her back pocket and gave them a hundred. "See you two on Thursday, guys." She said sweetly, giving large, tight hugs to the two men. Jiraiya saw how tired she was and decided he'd save her until tomorrow night. He threw her over his back and he began to take her to his house since it would be much quicker than trying to find her home. "I'll take you to my house, you can shower, and you can sleep for an hour or two, okay?" He asked. She had already fallen asleep on his back. 'She kind of reminds me of Tsunade. Drinker, nice figure, has a lot of money, except there is the exception of gambling, which would be the only thing she that makes her unlike Tsunade.' Jiraiya thought to himself looking at the sleeping form he was carrying. She was like an angel but she had a fierce bite. Finally after a few long minutes they arrived at his home. He quietly opened the door, and walked inside to his living room. He placed Kari on the couch and searched for a blanket. He walked up his stairs and began disposing of his clothes got into the shower and turned on the water.
Jiraiya got out of the shower put a towel on and walked into his bedroom only to find Kari lying asleep on his bed. He grabbed some bottoms put them on and climbed into bed. He was amazed that she had come upstairs and fell asleep on his bed. He thought it was old and rickety and very uncomfortable, but she was probably too tired to care or maybe she really just didn't care where she slept in general. Next thing he knew he heard her frantically scurrying around his room. "I'm late…oh man, I'm so dead. Tsunade's going to kill me for being late." Kari said, while running around the room. "Kid, just go take a shower and I'll worry about Tsunade, okay?" Jiraiya asked. "Okay." Kari somewhat calmed down and walked into the bathroom, shut the door and he heard her clothes fall to the ground. Oh how he wished he could watch, but he knew he would have to help her out first before he could do his 'research'. He hurriedly got dressed and rushed out the door. 'I've gotta tell Tsunade the truth…aw…who am I kidding she's gonna think I took advantage of the kid.' Jiraiya thought while leaping quickly from roof to roof trying to get to the Hokage as fast as possible. "Tsunade." He said while out of breath. "Yes. What is it you want, Jiraiya?" Tsunade asked in irritation and obvious frustration. "She…is…taking…a…shower…at…my…house." He said panting from running so hard. "Why would she be at your house?" She asked curiously thinking one thing and one thing only. "Not for the reason you're thinking…she was bar hopping last night and when I met up with her she was practically falling out of her seat. She was drunk and tired, so I took her to my house so she could get at least an hour or two of sleep." He said regaining his breath. She cocked an eyebrow, assuming he was most likely lying to her. "I doubt that. I doubt that highly, Jiraiya. That doesn't sound like something you'd do. You are the perverted type who takes advantage of girls like that." Tsunade said angrily. "I wish people would believe me every once in a while. Besides, she wanted me to take her to another bar but I said she had had too much to drink. She had dragged me to Akutopi pub. The tow of us had sixteen bottles of sake altogether and she covered the bill, again." He said truthfully, probably for the first time in his life. "Is that so, Jiraiya? Ero-sennin." She asked. "Well, this is obviously no lie since you are actually keeping eye contact," Tsunade noticed, "But wait?--You want this girl, don't you Jiraiya?" Tsunade asked, oh so curiously. Sweat dripped down Jiraiya's face. "I knew it. You will leave her alone, understand? But make sure she gets to work soon, or I'll kill you." The 5th Hokage demanded. "Ye-yes ma'am." He said in pure terror. He hurried to his home hoping she wasn't done with her shower. He couldn't help this naughty thought about such an enticing young woman and her bodess, that was what his life was built around. He arrived at his front door, cracked it open and slipped inside quietly. He used a common telaportation jutsu to arrive upstairs unnoticed. She was drying off and noticed he was home. She shrieked and grabbed the towel to wrap it around her. She slid back over to the bed trying to keep away from him. "I bought you some clean clothes on my way back. Hopefully they aren't too big for you." The old hermit said showing her the Anbu Black Ops uniform he had purchased for her. She slid underneath the covers and peered above them. She reached out a small, frail looking hand to grab them from him. She quickly started to poke back under the covers and she used her jutsu to replace the towel that was around her with the anbu attire. She hopped out of the bed and ran over to give Jiraiya an appreciative hug to say thank you. He blushed as soon as he felt her melons slam against his stomach. She slipped on an anbu mask resembling a badger and set it on top of her head. "So you really are an Anbu black op after all? Hmm." Jiraiya said, he was actually surprised. "Yep. The youngest Anbu Black Op member in Konoha history." Kari said proudly. "Well, we better get this anbu back to work or my ass is as good as gone." Jiraiya said worried about his safety, which was now in Tsunade's hands. "If you do anything wrong I'll make sure to keep you alive. Besides, this house is the nicest I have seen." Kari said somewhat distantly. "Don't you have a house and parents that worry about you?" Jiraiya asked in confusion, he was completely unaware of what she had been through, noticing her quick changes in emotions. "No." She said in dismay. "I don't have anything or anyone. That's why every guy in this darn village is trying to get with me, because they know I don't have any parents that could stop them. They want me because I look older than I am and because I act responsible and am wise for my age…no comment." She said almost beginning to cry. "Oh. I'm sorry. I'm probably one of the only people in this village who didn't know that about you. I didn't mean to make you upset." Jiraiya said with concern. She shook her head trying to get rid of the pictures that floated in her head about how her parents died. She was sobbing at this point. "Do you want me to tell Tsunade that you aren't in working condition today?" Jiraiya said. That pervert part of him was still there causing him to hug the young naive girl. 'Oh man she has nice melons. I just want to squeeze them.' Jiraiya was becoming aroused which wasn't something the young girl needed to see. "Ok off to work with you then. I can help if you need. But you're gonna have to instruct me on it." Jiraiya said, just thinking about watching her with that skintight suit made him warm and fuzzy. He would stare at her as much as he could.