"Uh, sir," questioned the 10-year old Jiraiya, "what do you mean by 'super-pervert'?"
The blond man leaning against the side of the apartment complex next to him smirked as he took another drag of his long cigarette. "Unlike a normal pervert, young Jiraiya, a super pervert doesn't think solely about his own gratification in the area of love. He perfects his mind, body, and technique so that the sexy ladies of the world get a brief moment of unfiltered joy in the darkness that is their life's existence."
"I still don't get it," said Jiraiya.
"Not to interrupt this surely deep and philosophical discussion-," began Hiruzen with a sarcastic drawl.
"You know it is, Hokage-sama, you're just too afraid of your wife to admit it," the blond man interrupted.
The Sandaime Hokage continued on as if his friend hadn't interjected his own statement in the middle of his statement. "- but are you going ever settle down? Or am I forever going to be plagued by complaints from the men of the Uchiha clan about you flirting with the single women of their clan?"
The other man smirked, "I'm not sure if I would call that 'flirting', Sarutobi."
HIruzen's response was immediate, "We're in public, so it's a censored short hand for what's really going on. Now answer my question."
Instead of responding, the blond man walked towards a seemingly random brown-haired woman on the street and tapped her on the shoulder. "Hey, sexy lady," the man started (causing the two men he had previously been talking with to freeze in sudden fear), "apparently I need to settle down, and you look like you're in need of my brand of suaveness in your life. Will you marry me?"
The petite brunette raised one eyebrow, tapping her chin in thought as she asked, "I don't know…."
The tall blond brushed a lock of the woman's hair behind her ear as he said, "I got a new couch, if you were wondering." He paused, as if thinking of something. "With extra reinforced armrests," he added.
At this, the woman licked he lips suggestively and placed her delicate hand on the man's collarbone. "Sounds like fun. Where's my cousin?"
It was when the man jerked his head in a motion indicating where Hiruzen was standing that the third Hokage realized that the woman the blond man had apparently randomly proposed to was his maternal cousin. "Katsumi," he managed to greet her in a strained, weak tone; as if he couldn't quite believe the situation he was in.
"Ah, good," Katsumi said in a far-too-happy voice, "you already know the situation, Hiruzen. Good. Arashi and I do hereby agree to anything that needs to be agreed to, and we'll sign the documents in the morning. You'll handle the rest right?" All Hiruzen could do was nod, which made Katsumi brighten up even more. "Good. Now if you'll excuse us, I want to see how sturdy the new couch is."
Arashi smirked at the seemingly awe-struck Jiraiya before he put on his sunglasses and said, "What brings home two super-perverts together, you ask? Namikaze style."
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