Disclaimer: I no way in hell own Naruto or any of the characters, though I already have freakin' dibs on Orochimaru lol

A/N: Hello loyal reviewers and newbies. If you're wondering why this chapter is so long, it's because i'm absolutley stuck between two potential sequel chapters for my fanfic, Regrets In My Heart. Please, take the time to read them both and then leave me some reviews. With your help, i'll be definintely sure which one has what it takes to become my new sequel. Btw, neither fanfics have a name yet, i'm still not sure what to call the sequel to his story. Thanks lots!


Fanfic #1

"Hey."

"What?"

"Forgetting something?" The young boy checked his backpack with slight stubbornness.

"No, mom," He droned, rolling his eyes.

Tsunade put a hand on her hip. "Lunch, maybe?," She suggested. In her other hand was his lunch packed neatly in a plastic lunch box, the leaf village symbol on the front.

Her impatient son sighed heavily and dragged his feet toward her.

"Now have a nice first day."

"Yeah, yeah..."

He took the lunch box from his mother a little too roughly and stashed it into his backpack.

"Make mommy proud, Sanosuke..."

"Sure. Bye mom." Once his backpack was on, he could feel the stare of his mother. As if she was waiting for something and Sanosuke knew exactly what it was. It's been like this since he was old enough to talk.

"Aren't you gonna give mommy a kiss, sweetheart?"

He let out another hopeless sigh. Damn, he was getting too old for this. Refraining from growling his reluctance, he reached up and kissed his mother on the cheek. The blonde showed a bright smile then bent down, kissed his forehead.

"Bye, bye honey."

Sanosuke let a small grin creep onto his lips, trying his hardest to keep it on, just for his mother. Though he never portrayed or rarely showed it, he could see why she babied him all the time. His father was never in his life, and as a single mother, she tried her best to raise her insolent son and to give him all the love he could ever want.

'My mother wasn't kidding when she said i'd have a child just like me...,' Tsunade mused to herself.

"Bye, mom..." And he was off.

Even though Tsunade knew her son couldn't see her, she still waved, proud ambers watching her son leap off.

'That's my baby...Make me proud, Sanosuke.'

The drowsy Hokage continued to watch her son until he disappeared from view. Clad in a short silk nightgown, concealed with a long terry robe, slippers included, the blonde haired mother turned back into the doorway then made her way back to her bedroom. As she sauntered with a languid sway to her hips, her thoughts once more, like they always went, thought to Orochimaru.

It pained her deeply to know that because of his title as a criminal in the village, that he couldn't be with her to watch their son go off for his first day as a genin. He wasn't able to be by her side when she was lonely or when she was upset.

Twelve years have passed since the birth of their son, and not once- not once, has Sanosuke seen his father.

But Orochimaru saw him.

As the child grew up, the snake sannin has only gotten hurried glances of the maturing boy, if he was lucky, at least five minutes when he was sleeping before the threat of ANBU forced him to leave. But on really, really special occasions, when the Otokage would pay the lonely Hokage a midnight visit of passion, she would let him see his son for as long as he wanted.

Yet never has Sanosuke seen his real father.

'It's been two months...I haven't seen Orochimaru in a while...what's he up to?'

She was worried behind all the denial and arrogance. For weeks she anticipated a visit from him in the night, becoming just like she had those twelve years ago. Desperate. Something, anything to relieve her of this solitude, this emptiness she knew only he could make better. She's felt like this for far too long, even during the past years when he'd make love to her nearly every single night. The blonde haired sannin damn near cried every time when he left, for she never wanted to be left alone again. Tsunade was in love.

Once she reached her bedroom, she was greeted to an empty bed, empty room. A frown splayed across her face, brows furrowed.

'Orochimaru...'

Jiraiya wasn't much of a morning person, but he just had to get up this morning. 'I'm not missing this...'

The day Sanosuke begins his training as a genin, a shinobi. The bottoms of his clog sandals gave off a hollow, wooden sound against the pavement as the building containing the Hokage came into view. He was merely just going to see Sanosuke off and if he was lucky, maybe spend some time with his fellow blonde haired sannin friend.

'Tsunade.'

He couldn't deny it. Yes, he loved her. He knew, she knew it. Yet despite this knowledge, Tsunade had not of yet showed any interest in him. The toad sage let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes.

'I've been there for her from the beginning...even when Sanosuke was born. She let me be his Godfather...How come she won't return my affections?...'

Jiraiya opened his eyes, realization kicking in. '...Oh. That's right...Orochimaru...'

Yes, he found about them. Why she never as much gave the perverted sannin a hug. Why Sanosuke, despite his resemblance and nature to his mother, always seemed to have a secretive attribute to him. Black hair, amber eyes.

'Tsunade would never stoop so low as to spend the night with a common villager...'

And that's how Jiraiya came to his conclusion those years ago. With each passing year, as Sanosuke grew up, it became more and more evident that he had to be Orochimaru's son. Well, if you looked closely enough, that was.

'But of course, I can't prove it...'

Jiraiya based his conclusions on theory, accusations and fabrications of his own mind. Not a single person would believe him.

To the villagers, Sanosuke's father could be anyone. Tsunade gave him his amber eyes and the black hair could have been from anyone, a dominant trait no matter how blonde she could have been. That subject was dropped years ago when the Hokage refused to tell who the father was. And it seemed that the only ones who knew for sure was Jiraiya and Tsunade herself.

"Well, here I am..."

The toad sannin took in a deep breath, inwardly praying that the kunoichi would be awake. He walked right inside, surprised greatly that ANBU weren't around.

'Usually, anyone that tried to step foot in here who isn't Tsunade or Sanosuke are stopped on the spot...Hmm, guess they're off duty...'

By heart and quite ironically, he knew where her bedroom was, nonchalantly taking his time as he walked down the hallway. Once at the door, Jiraiya gave a small rap on the wood. "Tsunade! It's Jiraiya!" A long few moments went by before her tired, throaty voice responded.

"Hold up! I'm coming!"

A small smirk crossed his features. He knew that she wasn't a morning person either. After a minute, she arrived at the door, opening it partially so he couldn't see all of her bedroom. Jiraiya immediately had his lecherous eyes on her body, despite the loose fitting robe, could see a rough image of her curves. Tsunade rubbed at her eyes, stifling a yawn. If she was fully alert, then she would have slammed the door in his face for being such a pervert.

"What do you want? It's six in the morning..."

Quickly, he lifted his eyes to hers just as she stopped rubbing at her closed eye. Tsunade was absolutely not happy. Her eyebrows were knotted to the center of her forehead, her lips pulled into a frown.

"Well good morning to you, cranky-"

"Cut to the chase before I close this fucking door!!" Jirayia carelessly sighed.

"It's not good to be angry in the morning, Tsunade."

She folded her arms, glaring icily at him. "What do you want?" "I just came to see Sanosuke off. It's not everyday that boy makes me proud," He replied as she rolled her eyes.

"First of all, he's isn't your son. Second of all, he just left, so it looks like you wasted your time," The Hokage snapped angrily, her already angry demeanor heightening in rage.

"And you think I don't know that? I'm his Godfather, Tsunade. There's a difference."

"Then why don't you try acting like his Godfather and not some fucking retard for a father?"

That comment hit him right where it hurt. She always seemed to make someone feel inferior, and Jiraiya wasn't just finding this out. Tsunade never showed weakness. Never. Even if it means being arrogant and in some terms, a bitch, it was just a way for her to protect herself. If she started going soft on him, the toad sage wouldn't know what the hell to do.

He pursed his lips, at a loss for words. After several tension filled moments of intense staring, Jiraiya opened his mouth and attempted to take the situation into another direction.

"Listen, Tsunade. I just want the best for him. For you. You know as well as anyone that I don't give a damn whether you're mad at me or not. I'll protect you. You can trust me. You know me."

Tsunade listened patiently before putting an end to all the mushiness.

"And just what the hell does that have to do with you being my son's Godfather?"

"Nothing. I'm just reminding you. You tend to forget things like that, Tsunade..."

A gentle flush to her cheeks, she averted her eyes downwards, quiet. She knew he cared about her and of course she cared for the lovable pervert too, just in a different way than others would portray. As a childhood friend, he'd always have a place in her life. But he wanted more. More of which she couldn't give him.

'I'm giving it all to Orochimaru...'

Of course it upset her to see such disappointment in his eyes whenever he offered to take her out. Jiraiya, though despite it all, never gave up. Even today, he felt up to asking her out again. Sooner or later, she'd accept. The white haired sannin had patience and with his fellow sannin friend, who hadn't an ounce of patience in her being, he was positive that his tactics were having an effect on her. Women couldn't say no to that broad, handsome smile.

'Except her...,' He thought solemnly, inwardly sighing.

"Listen. Get dressed and i'll take you out for some breakfast. How does that sound?"

'Okay, Jiraiya. If she says no, ask again. If she still says no, then there's always guilting her into it-'

"Sure."

Her approval nearly made the sannin bug his eyes from his sockets. Stumbling over words, he lifted a shaking finger to her as he tried to get his mind together.

"W-wait a minute. Did you just..." He swallowed hard before continuing, "...agree?"

Busy examining her manicured nails, Tsunade gave him a quick glance before returning to her nails. "Yeah, unless I was speaking Chinese back there."

Jiraiya slowly began believing her, the aftershock still not fully left his body.

"So...it's a date?," He asked hesitantly, hoping she would prove his queries to be true.

"Yes. Now quit asking me so many damn questions." Placing a hand on her hip, Tsunade gave him a glance of no more than a second before raising a brow.

"Give me a half hour and then we'll go. Is that alright?"

He nodded and she did as well. Without looking back, she turned into her bedroom and closed the door, leaving the toad sage on the other side flabbergasted, amazed.

'She said yes...she actually said yes...'

A big, accomplished grin splayed across his face as he walked down the hallway. Unable to contain his happiness, Jiraiya did the only thing a man who's been trying to woo a woman for so many years would do. He shouted it to the world.

"STRIKE!!!"

"Dammit, Jiraiya, shut the fuck up!!!," Tsunade shouted from her bedroom.

Well, to the cranky, not even half awake world.


Fanfic # 2

"Hey, Sanosuke!"

"What?"

"It's time for your cake! Hurry up!"

"Jeez, I'm coming, i'm coming Naruto! I just have to find mommy!"

"Be quick about it or else i'm gonna eat your cake!" "Ugh, NARUTO! Can't you stop being a jerk for at least five minutes?! Grow up!"

It was Sakura. Her and Naruto were going out, but even as boyfriend and girlfriend, that didn't stop the blonde shinobi from not growing up.

The birthday boy, Sanosuke, grinned happily at the sight of the large lump on Naruto's head, then dashed off to his mother's office. As Hokage, his mother worked all the time and no doubt, that was exactly what she was doing.

'Or sleeping. Jeez, can mommy do a good job at napping...'

The five year old reached the top of the stairs, not even tired, and continued onwards to his destination. While on h is way, he nearly ran into Shizune, his mother's assistant. "Sanosuke! No running down the halls!" With a big smile plastered to his face, the rambunctious child ran past Shizune and looked over his shoulder.

"Nah, nah!" Slightly fuming, the medical kunoichi gripped her fists at her sides then yelled after the disappearing boy.

"Just you wait, Sanosuke! When I tell your mother, you're going to be in big trouble!"

"Nuh-uh! Mommy never listens to you!"

Before she could say anything else, Sanosuke ran around a corner and dashed as fast as he could. He momentarily reached the doors to his mother's office, his tiny lungs gasping for oxygen.

'Finally. I just hope mommy isn't sleeping again...'

Sanosuke got on the tips of his toes to reach the door knob, turned it clockwise with his small hand. "Mommy, it's time for..."

His words were stopped in its tracks. "Huh?"

He wasn't sure what was going on at first. But oh yes, he was wrong. Completely wrong. His mother wasn't at all asleep. In fact, she was far from it.

'Who is that?'

A man who looked oddly familiar and just like him, seemed to be hugging his mother from behind, or that's what it seemed like to the naive birthday boy. But then, why was his mother bending over like that? Sanosuke looked closely, his mother letting out strangled moans. He immediately went to conclusions.

'That man is hurting mommy!'

The black haired boy fixed his face into an angry scowl, similar to the ones his mother always showed when things didn't go her way. If Sansosuke were to have dashed into the room instead of quietly opening the door, the man would have heard and the five year old would have definitely been caught.

"Please...Orochi...ohhh..." His mother seemed to be in even more assumed pain, gripping the edges of her desk, biting down on her lip.

The mysterious stranger appeared to be biting her neck, whispering inarticulate nothings through soft whimsers. This only fueled the boy's anger further.

'I won't let anyone hurt my mommy! He's gonna pay!'

"Get off my mommy!!!"

Tsunade flew open her eyes, taking in a sharp gasp. She fixated her eyes at the voice, immediately blushing five colours of pomegranate red.

'Oh gods! Not Sanosuke! I knew I should have locked that door!'

When the man lifted his head, his snake like amber eyes stared straight at Sanosuke who became instantly shocked. 'Who is he?...He looks...kinda like me...'

Orochimaru's eyes grew to the size of grapefruits, stupefied, speechless. 'Is that my son?'

The child felt tears welling up in his eyes, hands shaking at his sides. All anger dissipated and was replaced with hurt.

"Mommy?...," He said demurely, averting his glassy orbs from the shocked man to his awe stricken mother. Tsunade couldn't speak. The flush at her cheeks deepened before hanging her head in shame. She momentarily found her voice.

"...Sanosuke. Why are you here?..." "But...I...-"

"Didn't I tell you to knock before coming in here?!"

Quivering his lips, her son tried finding some courage within himself. When his mother was pissed off, he usually left her alone. Not this time. Not with his nameless man ontop of her.

"Who is he?!," Sanosuke demanded tearily, stomping his foot.

The blonde haired mother remained silent. She herself trying to hold in her tears.

How did it come to this? Having to go five years without once seeing his father? Five years of Orochimaru having to sneak around just to have a five minute conversation with her. The two were lovers, as much as she was reluctant to say it.

Tsunade was in love with him. Orochimaru loved her just as much. The two would never be accepted as a couple in the village, not a chance. And with the constant issue of Sanosuke having to grow up without knowing his father, it only gave the two parents more stress to endure. And there was only one way to rid of that stress between them.

Sex.

And how lucky were they that after months of not seeing eachother did their son have to ruin their hot and heavy reunion?

"Who is he?!!-" "Sanosuke, leave!," Tsunade screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks as she lifted her head to look at her son.

A gush of tears suddenly sprang from his wife amberine orbs, running down his face as the boy felt even more hurt. Before he could stop himself, her son said the one thing he swore he'd never say to her.

"I hate you, mommy!!!"

Gasping, the Hokage stared at her son with emotion filled eyes. 'Sanosuke...'

The black haired boy gripped his hands, gave his mother and the mysterious man one last glance before turning on his heels and running out of the room, his choked sobs echoing throughout the hallways.

"Sanosuke!-" "Don't. Let him be," The blonde warned the sannin roughly, burying her head into her arms. Orochimaru frowned visibly.

She was upset, he could already tell and it pained him to see her go through it all. To have her endure it so without him beside her when she needed him.

"Tsunade..."

Abruptly, she lifted her head, realization kicking in when she noticed that the door to her office was wide open. "The door. Close it, please." He listened, obeyed, unraveling his arms from around her to close the door.

As he locked it securely, the blonde hastily fixed her bra beneath her shirt before becoming busy with searching for her jacket.

"That...that was Sanosuke?," Orochimaru said more to himself than to her, his eyes full of amazement.

The blonde kunoichi refrained the act of rolling her eyes, fitting her arms into the sleeves of her green jacket.

"Unless I gave birth to two boys named Sanosuke, then yes moron. That's your son..."

He wasn't in the least bit wavered at her fast mouth. He's dealt with it long enough. She could be serious when she wanted to, the cute, snappy remarks only adding to the stress of their conversation.

"Tsunade...it may not seem to be relevant to you in the slightest, but seeing my son in months." "More like a year. Besides, it's not like it's the first time you've seen him. Why's now so different?"

He didn't answer her, only stared. After fixing her jacket, Tsunade let out an exasperated sigh and lifted her eyes to the disappointed sannin. With weariness in her amberine irises, she tried her best to take his mind off the seemingly important topic of their son.

"I have to go find him. It's his birthday party, after all. I can only guess that the guests are ready for the cake..."

Orochimaru continued to stare at her with those disappointed honey eyes. A scowl was quick to form on her face.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Her heels walked up to him, his height and hers nearly equal. Tsunade slowly softened her face torwards him, eyes shining with their forbidden love.

"Wait for me...?" The sadistic sannin was surprisingly pliant when it came to her affections and couldn't stop himself from wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Just don't take too long. My patience can only last for but so long, Tsunade," He whispered gently, leaning his forehead against hers.

Their eyes were so close, she could have stared straight into his thoughts if she wanted to. Two pairs of amberine eyes began to close as their faces drew even closer, lips meeting in a gentle kiss.

"Sure...," She muttered when their kiss ended.

Moments of passion filled staring passed before he whispered his love for her. "I love you."

Tsunade smiled. "I love you too..."

As they met in another kiss, a knock sounded on her door which made her jump in his arms from surprisement.

"Godaime-sama! Sanosuke's refusing to come out of his room! We're ready to cut the cake and everything!"

It was Naruto, no doubt, with that annoying yet worried voice of his. Orochimaru definitely didn't want her to go now. Deepening the kiss, he pulled her body firmly against his, a non verbal threat to never let her go. The Hokage wanted very much to get back into what they were doing before, but found that she couldn't. Guilt wouldn't let her. She had to retrieve her son and participate in his birthday bash. This day meant the world to her little future Hokage dreamer.

"Orochimaru...no. I must go..."

Slowly, reluctantly, he loosened his embrace on her body and ended their kiss. She frowned up at him, those puppy eyes adding to the guilt she was already experiencing.

"Later...okay? I promise."

He nodded, closing his eyes as he felt her kiss his cheek. "Meet me in my bedroom...I have a surprise for you."

Reopening his eyes, the snake sannin raised a curious eyebrow, watching a devilish smirk curve at her lips.

"What is it?"

"...You'll just have to wait and see," Tsunade teased, ignoring the complaining genin behind her doors.

It didn't take much to make him smirk, and unlike before when it used to sicken her, it actually turned her on in a weird sort of way.

"You vixen. Tempting me only makes my patience with you that much thinner," He whispered slitheringly.

She giggled seductively, accepting his embrace. "Well my seducing must be working because lately you've been rather impatient. I think i'll have to stop. You know I can't live without your foreplay..."

"Come on, grandma Tsunade!!! I want cake, dammit!!!"

"In a minute, you little brat!!!," The Hokage shouted, quick to reply back to the ignorant Naruto.

Coming back to Orochimaru, she was slightly surprised to see a disappointed frown on his face.

"What?"

Sighing, he dismissed it with a, "Nothing", letting her go.

"Tend to our son. I'll be waiting for you."

Tsunade slightly furrowed her brows, reaching her hands up to hold his face. She stared into his eyes softly, easing the visible frown on his lips.

"Okay."

After one final kiss, she let go of his face and watched him leave. Words couldn't describe how upset she was with him, yet at the same time so in love she didn't know whether she hated the man or the village who disapproved of him. She was way too old for having a man sneak into her bedroom every night.

'I'm a grown ass woman. This just makes absolutely no sense. Forbidden love my ass...'

To make a long story short, she was tired of hiding their relationship. But if she were to reveal it, then she'd definitely have her title taken away. And she couldn't have that taken away from her.

With a solemn sigh, she went torwards the door and opened it.

"Well it's about time! What was taking so long?! I thought I heard voices!"

"Not now, Naruto..."

Opening his eyes, the blonde haired boy could see that his Hokage really wasn't in any mood for lectures or anything of the sort. He watched her close the door behind her and started off torwards her son's room. Naruto let confusion take over his cerulean orbs.

'What's the matter with her?...And why did I hear voices in her room? Unless I imagined it...'

"Wait for me, Godaime!!!"

As the teenage genin caught up with her, Tsunade was trying to clear out her mind, with everything of Orochimaru. If she had even one thought of her sannin lover, she'd surely start going crazy. Just why was it so hard, though?

'Dammit. Stupid thoughts. Damn that man. He'll be lucky if I even decide to let him have me today...'