A/N: Hola mi amigos/amigas! This is the start of an idea I had about a favorite pairing I have, Jiraiya/Naruto. This story would not have worked unless I made it canon until Shippuden so its AU but does have many key concepts from canon. This is only the first chapter and I will update every week. Please review if you enjoy this story. Also no flames please, only constructive criticism. Read on!
Warnings: Torture, Cussing galore, and a little shounen-ai if you squint. This chapter is probably one of the more tame ones so beware this will turn into yaoi!
Disclaimer: really!? would I write fanfic if I owned Naruto? No I would be having money baths!
The Sage and Pupil
Tears blurred his eyes as Naruto laid limp on a stone table. Blood and gore littered the gray surface, lazily dripping down onto the equally cold floor. His eyes were caked with tears and blood, the rest of his body drenched in bodily fluids. Eyes vacant with little emotion, just small defiance and desperate hope.
Next to the lithe teen lay an older man, in his early fifties. The man had white saggy hair, slick with grease and covered with grime. He too had the eyes of the younger; they held pain and vague hope. Burns and cuts littered his malnourished body, mimicking his mental state.
What he wouldn't give to have a drink, to drown his sorrows. Alas, he was dead-dying already. Blurs of the endless cycle of agony plagued his mind every time he dared closed his eyes. SO little hope was present, but seeing as he was Naruto, giving up was never an option. Oh how he struggled, until he could no more, being physically unable to do so.
Naruto shifted to the side, moaning in pain as he did so. Facing the other man he whispered, "Ero-sennin, how are you holdin' up?" His voice was broken and hoarse from misuse.
Jiraiya faced his protégé and replied with a bitter chuckle, "How's it look brat?" His eyes sparked with mirth but it quickly died. A grunt escaped his throat as he shifted into a more comfortable position on a table identical to Naruto's.
Naruto let out a bark of laughter and rested his eyes shut. He was so tired, if only he could end it. Weeks on weeks of endless torture at the hands of Orochimaru, who had finally caught up to them. No tears slipped from his eyes as he recounted the torutorous years-or had it been a mere few weeks? There was no difference, in the end he had lost.
A scream tore through his parched throat as the blade skimmed his skin. Over and over chucks of skin fell from his arms, bloodied and joining the ever growing pile below. Naruto's arm dislocated at the shoulder tied above his head as another knife carved designs of malice into his back.
Already he was being healed by Kyuubi, they knew he would not die so easily. But they could inflict the most soul-wrenching pain imaginable to both him and his sensei. Sadly, his sensei had less torture, but more pain. Orochimaru wanted to keep them as playthings as long as possible.
Beside him he heard a sharp yelp from his sensei as a whip cracked onto the scarred flesh of his back. Naruto turned his weary head towards the spectacle, forcing himself to watch. He would stay silent for his sake, the only man who understood his pain.
No cries or plead passed his lips hence force, only tears for his mentor. Again the he was left naked and scarred as Jiraiya's fingers were broken. Another snap and another, each one more brutal then a strike with a spiked club.
If only he was whole, he wasn't there enough to help his sensei. They had stolen his pride, physical capabilities, and later on his virginity.
Naruto snapped his eyes opened as Jiraiya made a pained cough, his ribs damaged beyond repair. He was dying; Orochimaru had had his fill of fun. Unlike himself he did not have the Kyuubi to heal injuries, although the fox did not stop pain. Both were exhausted but Naruto could have escaped the abandoned hide-out. Their torture session had ended when Orochimaru and his lackeys (sluts)had received news that the world was silent.
Akatsuki had all but obliterated the world looking for the remaining biju, Naruto and B. Not too long ago had they captured B, Naruto only safety being held for personal reason by Orochimaru. He was a cunning fucker and had somehow deceived Akatsuki into thinking he was in Konoha. This had resulted in the removal of Konoha's existence. The war had started when he was sixteen and ended when he was nineteen. Finally, it was resolved in a matter of weeks, nearly his entire captivity.
Naruto pushed himself to a sitting position, cringing at his stiff body and the coating of fluids that covered him. Regardless of the discomfort, he continued to rise into a standing position. Once upright he limped over to his comrade and lay on the stone tablet next to him.
Jiraiya made no protested, scooting over to make room for the teen's body. Naruto's thin form molded perfectly against his elders as they shared the small space, taking comfort from another. They lay in silence, mourning the soon to be passing of a life. Jiraiya turned towards the lithe body and looked…adoringly at him?
"Kid, I know a jutsu. It may not work but, hell what do we have to lose?" The sage lifted his torso upward and sat cross-legged on the stone. He began forming hand signals in rapid order, chanting words in an unknown language. Chakra began to pour out of him, a roaring crescendo of power rising from his body.
Instantly Naruto jumped to attention, knowing his teacher's plan. Wide-eyed, he panicked, "Shit! Stop you'll die!" He desperately tried to pull apart his sensei's hands, tears escaping his eyes. "I will not lose you too dammit I need you! "
Heedless of his pupil's words, Jiraiya continued to let chakra flow from his being like a waterfall. Naruto had grown hysterical trying to claw his hands apart, but shut his mouth abruptly as Jiraiya stopped speaking in the foreign language and turned to him, "You will be sent back in time, when I don't know. But please live on ya hopeless squirt!"
Naruto looked on in morbid confusion until it slowly dawned on him, "No! I will not go on without you!
Solemnly, Jiraiya looked at his student and let out a wistful sigh, "I'm already dead, let someone help you, you stubborn idiot."
Quickly he slammed his hand onto the stone tablet and barked, "Yusō bakku jutsu!"
Light enveloped the duo, as Jiraiya looked at his companion. Tears stained Naruto's face and dripped onto the unforgiving floor. Leaning forward Jiraiya placed his lips delicately onto Naruto's head, leaving a butterfly kiss in his wake. Shocked, Naruto gaped at Jiraiya's smug expression and the light grew brighter.
Suddenly an explosion burst forth, blinding Naruto, making him lose sight of Jiraiya. The electric blue chakra embraced him in a warm hug, undeniably Jiraiya's. Everything began to dim, his sight, his mind, and the world entirely. Then it was black.
He cracked his crust filled eyes open, scanning his surroundings as every good ninja should. Dear god it was over. Every turmoil and trial cleaned and replaced with a new slate. Inwardly Naruto cheered, a tentative grin blossoming over his pale face. The rare smile was quickly erased as he remembered how he was given another chance.
Forever his Jiraiya was lost. Never to share his anguish again, but now was not for sadness. He needed to secure what time period he landed in, the damn sage always threw him into strange situations. Nostalgia filled his senses but that was it, no sadness. Time to move, his ninja training not forgotten.
"Kit, get up," a voice rumbled within. God was he relieved to hear that voice again! He had almost thought the Kyuubi was dead. Briefly he admonished himself for believing such a silly notion. The fox had not spoken in a week at least.
"I was tired not dead you imbecile." A mental picture of the giant red fox looking superior entered his vision. Ah, once again reunited with his bickering partner.
"You won't be able to summon any chakra, or at least a useable amount. That damned stunt nearly cost us our stores! The only reasons you can't feel it is I'm keeping ya conscious. Be grateful you dirty worm!" Kyuubi wore a stern look, but you could tell he was not truly mad. Over the past year they had made leaps and bounds in their relationship.
Ignoring the Kyuubi being a bastard, Naruto lifted his stiff body and slowly stood up, examining his surroundings. All around him were trees, green as the day is long. Definitely Konoha. Upon closer inspection he saw he was near a hot spring, the steam almost visible from his position.
With unsteady feet he began to hobble over to the indication of human population. It would be useless trying to hide hi flaring chakra in its state of disrepair. Nothing he could do but pray they believed him….or lie his way through it. Although, lying may be hard, what with him bearing a resemblance to Minato Namikaze.
Arriving after many paranoid steps he heard a very familiar voice. Walking around to the spring entrance itself he walked cautiously in and looked around for the source of the voice. Another stronger sample of the voice echoed, clearing stating the word "brat". Finally, he pinpointed the sound from the edge of the large spring and stood stock still at the sight before him. Not 10 feet from him was his deceased sensei and himself, much younger, a genin likely.
"Ero-sennin what the hell do you mean "walk on water"? Why would you ever need to," yelled the younger Naruto, arms akimbo, chin jutted forward in a defiant gesture.
Jiraiya flicked his pupil in the head, giving him an annoyed glare, "The hell do you mean this isn't useful? Every good ninja can do this, even the Hokage!"
The young Naruto gained a determined expression at the mention of "Hokage". Resolutely he gathered chakra into his feet and jumped onto the water. Instantaneously he splashed through the water, spluttering water as he pouted at his failure.
"Dammit it didn't work! Osu, let's try again!" Once again the young ninja tried and again failed. He continued to attempt the futile exercise as his mentor stared in boredom and disbelief at his idiocy.
"Try it a little slower; don't be so eager, you can't force everything, "Jiraiya's snapped at his newfound underling. Damn, this kid has no chakra control! Understandable yet why is it so awful?
The older Naruto walked closer, trying to hide behind a bush, that is, until a twig snapped loudly into the mostly silent clearing. Well, shit. Twin heads swiveled towards him, the suddenness making him flinch.
Jiraiya's face turned serious and he became stiff, prepared to defend his charge. His hands balled into loose fists as he focused on the potential enemy, ready at a moment's notice. A tense silence hung in the air as the older ninja and older Naruto squared off. The oppressive atmosphere was immediately broken by the boisterous voice of the child Naruto.
"Why the heck do you look like me?" He had an adorably confused look on his face, such naivety, it was refreshing! A startled laugh strangled its way from the older version's throat.
Jiraiya instantly relaxed but still had a guarded look to his eyes. "Who are you and where are you from?" He noted that the young man looked upset as he spoke but quickly it turned into a sigh of acceptance. What had he said to offend the other?
The older Naruto's eyes were drawn from his counterpart to his former sensei. Hell, might as well tell the truth, it was their choice if they believed him. Besides he trusted Jiraiya in making the right choice, even if this one did not know him. Unbidden his voice cracked with emotion as he answered, "Why I'm that boy over there grown up!" He pointed imploringly at the contorted face of his younger self. Any moment he would start laughing hysterically, yelling at the top of his lungs the pure misery that threatened to rip him to shreds.
Jiraiya's eyes hardened an understandable reaction. This boy looked as if he just lost a fight, and badly. Was he drunk or under a genjutsu? If this was Orochimaru or some other missing-nin then they must be the runts of the bunch. Henged as a seemingly older version of Naruto did nothing for the possible disguised nin. So what was the deal?
The older Naruto chuckled at his confused expression and stepped shakily closer, only two feet between the two. The Toad Sage moved not a muscle, wanting to give this unknown person to make the first move. Naruto blinked owlishly at the older and grimaced softly, hating the fact that this was not his Jiraiya.
"You know, you are less paranoid, if it had been a few years from now I would have been dead-probably," said Naruto. He tilted his head to the side, a habit he had picked up when observing things.
The older man looked slightly shocked but schooled his expression into a poker face and spoke clearly, "How would you know how I act, I've never met you?"
Now he was slightly annoyed. Naruto again pointed at his younger counter-part and repeated his early words, "I am him over there, just older." He pouted slightly and looked at his younger self, who had been unusually silent. If something interested him enough he stayed silent. Or he was lost on what was happening and therefore could not comment. Most likely the latter.
Jiraiya could only deduce that he was drunk or delusional. This young man needed to be brought to the Hokage. Not many strangers wander around Konoha without going through the front gate. Neither did they appear out of nowhere and looked like they had been grossly tortured.
The pervert shifted backwards as the teen closed the space in between them and planted a kiss on his roughened cheeks. The action surprised the hell out of him and he did not react when the blonde-haired man leaned to his ear. Normally, Naruto hated contact, it meant pain, but this man was an exception.
"I am Naruto Uzumaki or Naruto Namikaze if you prefer. Nice to see you again." Naruto's breath caressed the older man's ear. Jiraiya shivered at the sensation and faintly blushed but otherwise did not do anything.
Without warning Jiraiya lifted his hand a brought it down in a quick chopping motion onto the other's neck. The older version of Naruto collapsed in a heap onto the plush grass, A dull ached spread from his neck, undoubtedly the forming of a bruise. His eyes grew heavy and his limbs turned to jelly. Blackness crowded his vision. Before it overtook his senses completely he heard one last thing.
"You are going to the Hokage." These words came from Jiraiya.
"I still don't get why this chump looks like me and why the fuck did he kiss you, ya old geezer," questioned the now active Naruto.
As the words left his lips a harsh slap rang through the air, followed by, "The hell stupid Ero-Sennin!"
"Shut it ya brat!" Another smack sounded through the vicinity although you could hear a slight note of embarrassment in his voice.
Finally, Naruto faded into oblivion and Jiraiya was left with a limp body covered in gore. Time to visit the old man, it had been a while hadn't? He wouldn't be too happy with not reporting straight to him that was for sure.
As the duo headed toward the Hokage tower, the younger Naruto animatedly fired off queries, making the older nin snap. With a quick, "Naruto!" and an impatient glare the genin wisely shut-up, not wanting to deal with his new sensei's wrath just yet.
Who was this man? How did he know Naruto's real name? Why did he kiss him? The last question plagued him the most, his face only slightly heating up. It had been a long time since he had been shown that much true affection. Most nights were one night stands, lonely voyeurism, and gathering information from his spies.
Truthfully the true fondness that had radiated off his being had startled Jiraiya. Just what was this kid about? This kid could show this old hermit affection and not the constant scorn of those who only looked at his projection. True he did enjoy a nice body and could write amazing smut but there was more, just no one had ventured that far. Those who had had ended up regretting it or becoming like a family member.
No matter what things never changed in his jaded eyes. This boy was probably drunk and he would continue his days training the possible Child of Prophecy until his inevitable death. Nothing would change…or would it?