So^^° yeah, first time I'm uploading a story on this site. So I think it's important to say I'm not a native and I may suck in grammar and get the meaning of some words wrong. It would be really great if someone would like to beta the story. It would not only help the story but me as well because then I might understand some of my mistakes. Yeah, so enjoy^^

Rated M for language o_o ...

Btw the idea to the story came from the song "I can't stop feeling" by Queensbeery

Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto

Can't stop feeling

Chapter One- See you soon

Jiraya looked at the young child that was sitting like a picture of misery in the seemingly large chair. Blond spiky hair was sprawled around the chubby face and hid the kid's eyes, which usually, Jiraya knew, would even make the ocean appear grey and dull. But right now, he wouldn't dare to look at them. He was too scared of what he might see, because they were so expressive that every time you look at them you would know exactly what their owner felt or thought. He was afraid that he would see nothing.

He had a feeling what might be the reason for the young's behaviour. The kid was an orphan, had always been one and had lived at the orphanage since he could remember. The first years people had avoided it because of the strange markings on its cheek- three horizontal lines, like whiskers- and the child had to watch them walk away with the other children, while the kid himself had cowered in a corner. Eventually there was a changing point and the child, who had been shy and quiet, had turned to a loudmouth with a rather crude vocabulary, a smile that must have been clued to its face permanently and a streak to play pranks on people of all kind. The character-change had not made it better, quite the contrary, it had made it worse, and none of the possible parents had wanted to have a rude child, like said one...until a few weeks ago. He had never seen the kid happier- well, maybe the time the boy with the weird hair had acknowledged the youngster as his best friend- but fact was that its face had shined like the sun itself. Even Jiraya's days had seemed brighter those last weeks and now...this. It was like the apocalypse. It rained like there was no tomorrow, there was an atmosphere like on a funeral and his prettiest girlfriend had found out he was cheating on her, which consequently made her break up with him. His right cheek still burned from that punch.

Back to topic...he had the feeling the boy with the weird hair was the one at fault. That punk had always brought the unsecure sides out of the blonde. But this time the little shit would pay hell the moment he found out what could have let to such a reaction, especially now that the kid finally had found a family.

Jiraya sighed. He knew he had many gifts, but he certainly was not gifted in comforting people. Hell, that old grumpy man who lived next door was probably better in consoling someone than him. Ah, what the fuck, there shouldn't someone to be consoled sit there in the first place. He sighed again. He lifted his eyes to the small child and saw that it was shaking under the overlarge school uniform. He narrowed his eyes and made a decision. He sucked in comforting, so what? He would help the child in his own way.

"Oi, gaki." He called out the blond and saw the kid stop shaking. "Are you going to sit there like a drowned kitten all day? If I had known that beforehand I would have left, because of you I wasted all my precious research-time", he ended. He could feel shivers go up his spine and knew that those eyes most likely glared at him with as much fury as his childhood friend when he groped her. Just the thought made him shudder again. The hook of his latest ex was nothing against the one of that monster of a woman. Hopefully the little blond wouldn't turn out the same.

He was interrupted in his train of thought the moment something hit him painfully in the head, resulting in him falling from his office chair and smacking his head on the windowsill. Oh god, that had hurt. Standing up, he came face to face with a shoe that lay innocently on his desk. Right, innocently, that shoe had been thrown with such gusto that he surely spouted its imprint on his forehead. Damn him for trying to help someone, this was the last time he did that.

"Damn perverted old men." The man turned to the growling blond who was still glaring murder at him. At least the depressed aura was gone that had been wobbling around the kid. When this was over he would clap himself on the shoulder, because he was just that good. But before that he would had to finish the job.

"Kid, kid, kid, you have no idea about the bliss that hides within the soft curves of the fairer sex."

"Perverted old lecher!" Okay, the screeching told him he might have overdone it a little bit, although it mostly did the desired, namely distracting the little blond pest. But he would without a doubt be deaf by the end of this session. Oh man...the kid was still ranting "I will so not come here ever again, pervert. Lecher. "Maybe now he should put the lid on this whole thing?

"Don't take it so hard gaki, when you're a little older, you'll know what I mean", he said, sending the extreme suddenly frozen blond a questioning look. Big blue eyes were staring at him like he was spurting four heads and a tail. The colour of the child's face was switching from white to blue to red and would start again at the beginning. Eventually it stayed red, which should have warned him.

"WHAT THE HELL YOU FUCKING OLD PERVERT", the blond screamed. "WHY WOULD I UNDERSTAND YOUR FUCKING INSANE MIND AND PERVERTED ATTITUDE WHEN I MYSELF WILL GROW SOME FUCKING TITS!"

Okay, he knew the kid had some major issues with being a girl but this was ridiculous. What was so bad about those lovely curves? Wouldn't Jiraya have been too obsessed with this special part of the female body, he might have realised that a girl, who wanted to be a boy, obviously didn't want to have unnecessary fat on her chest. So sadly he couldn't sympathize with the small little blond.

"Ah, Naru-chan, actually you're such a tomboy I sometimes actually forget that you're indeed a girl." he laughed. Honestly, he had not one time forgotten that the kid was a girl. She was too small to be a boy and even so boys and girls have the same chubby features and those really big eyes at this age, Naru- which was actually her real name, he had no idea who started that Naruto thing- was just too feminine with her long eyelashes, bigger than big blue eyes and her tiny frame. The problem was, nobody could see that through overlarge clothes and lots of smudge, because Naru must have the image that boys were dirty twenty-four seven and though lived like that. Add her rude language, hobbies, which included soccer, doing pranks and quarrelling with boys twice as old and twice as big as her, and her pig-ish eating habits it wasn't a wonder everybody thought she was a boy. He even knew that the man who had adopted her only learned she was a girl when he had already signed the documents for the adoption. Must have been quite the shock. Poor man.

Oh he seemed to have spaced out, the girl was ranting again. "...and then I will tell Iruka and he will so punch you in your ugly pervert-face, you old pervert." He would miss her cursing.

Practically this visit wasn't supposed to be a therapy session but a goodbye. Because of the fact Naru would live with her guardian now, she would also attend another school that was not only nearer to their flat but would also help the man to turn her into a girl. Jiraya could still remember the fit she threw after her new father had told her she would attend an all-girls school. He knew the school and the principal who was the previous mentioned childhood friend. He was sure Tsunade would curse him to a place worse than hell when she met Naru for the first time and that he had faked her records. Oh god, maybe he should migrate as long as he had the chance.

"Are you even listening to me you old man?" He flinched at the high pitch of her voice. Yeah, the Tsunade would definitely kill him for this. "Yeah gaki I heard. And I know how much you're admiring me but I have not all day. I have a flight to book." Two months Hawaii sounded nice. This would hopefully be long enough to calm the murderous blond so he would end up with only a few broken ribs and another two months in the hospital instead of the graveyard. Yup, time to go on book said flight.

He glanced at the little blond midget, who has finally calmed down. She looked sad but not to the extent like when she had walked in his office 30 minutes prior.

"Ero-Sennin", she mumbled. God, where those tears in her eyes? He might be bad at comforting but difficult goodbye-scenes like this one were really not good for his heart. I would not cry, dammit.

Jiraya fully stood up and made his way over to the girl. She only reached to the waist so he had to bend down to look her in the eyes. "Hey gaki," for once his voice was serious. "Don't look like that. It's not like we're outta this world. We see each other again." He knew he was going to sound like some cheesy old goof from some third-rated romance, but, hell, what didn't he do for this brat. "That is not goodbye but a see you soon, alright?" he smiled at her and ruffled her short blond her.

Finally he got her to smile. Her eyes were still a little teary but she seemed to feel better know. Before he knew what happened he found himself on the floor with his arms full of a small ball of sunshine. The hug wasn't long, so both gave their farewells- Naru with an overenthusiastic 'Ero-sennin' and Jiraya with a laughing 'gaki'- and then the girl run, like the little whirlwind she was, out the door.

He laughed a last time before he immediately moved back to his desk to push all his important stuff into his briefcase, his smile was long gone. He had to get out of Japan as fast as possible, and then he may have a few days in advance when Tsunade would try to hunt him down. What was he thinking? The weekend wasn't nearly enough to hold this Hercules of a woman –she was beautiful alright, but a Hercules nevertheless- off his tail. Faintly he could hear the shrieking of his door; ignoring it he continued to gather his belongings. He had other problems right now.

"Ah, that probably means you're running away till Tsunade-hime will have calmed down?" Jiraya knew that lazy voice and he knew Kakashi hasn't asked a question, he had made a statement. "You know you are going to anger her more, don't you?"

"She can't kill me when she doesn't know where I am." He said in his hurry and took just a small glance at the other man. "Another thing, ya know what the little black-haired punk had said to her, to shake her up that much?" He closed his briefcase, sure to have packed everything, and turned to Kakashi while leaning against his desk.

"Sasuke-kun wasn't too enthralled when he heard his best friend was leaving him, so he said some harsh words to Naru-chan", Kakashi replied.

"Piece of shit", Jiraya growled "I've no idea why she even had put up with the mini-prick. I have never seen such a stuck-up kid. Even Itachi was more tolerable with his 'everybody is air'- attitude. Did you see her before she had walked in here? Her aura had given me the creeps, I tell you. Do me a favour and teach the punk a lesson."

Kakashi shook his head. "I think he will be punished enough with feeling guilty about the whole situation. He overreacted and lost not only just a friend but the only person who had understood him. He will realize that soon enough."

Jiraya snorted at him. Kakashi just favoured that little shit too much. If it were up to him the snot-nosed brat would get such a lecture, that he would piss his pants the next time he saw him. Okay, so he favoured Naru as well but didn't the little bastard know that's under a man's dignity to hurt a girl- he discreetly ignored all the times he gave her detention for pummelling boys into the ground- and that he should take his punishment like a man- that he definitely was with 9years- and then he might allow him to beg on his knees for her forgiveness.

If the other man was on the boy's side so be it, he hadn't the time to explain Kakashi why exactly the snot-nosed punk with the major attitude problem was...well...a snot-nosed punk with a major attitude problem, he had a woman to run away from. So he grabbed his briefcase and made his way over to the door. "So I'm gone. Play nice and have fun, sub."

Within the doorway he paused and looked a last time at Kakashi. "Does the little shit even know that she's a girl?"

He could only see a smile under the mask Kakashi was wearing.

TBC

Someone out there interested who might be interested in the story? o_o?