Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. If I did, it wouldn't be called Naruto but Awsome Supernatural Kids w/ Headbands. So be glad I don't.
Jiraiya's movement was sloppy as his long, silver hair swung back and forth like a horse's tail swatting any nearby flies. His cheeks grew red as he jerkily swung his feet around. The great senin parted his lips as he gave off a menacing giggle, a perverted giggle. He swung his arms all around in exaggerated motions as he sung one of the many songs he learned on his journeys.
He began to speak to himself (he tends to do this often), "That was exactly what I needed! This night couldn't get any better!" The moment he said that, bright neon signs pointed out a nearby strip club. His lazy eyes glanced with utter interest, "I was wrong."
Jiraiya took only one step when he noticed a piece of thin paper latching onto his leg. He lifted his leg, about to toss it off, when a written word caught his eye, smothered. It wasn't so much the word itself, but how it was used. Curiosity got the better of him, he had to figure out what was exactly written. His eyes examine every detail, sucking it all in. It didn't take him long to figure out it was a love scene (well written at that). He murmured a few words as he read over it. In his opinion, it could use some work, but with time it would be well on it's way of even being a match for his "Itchi Itchi Paradise". A grin grew on his lips, bigger then before.
To even his own surprise, he didn't have any ambition for a strip club anymore, he wanted to find the person who wrote this piece, the person he wanted to complement (and criticize), the person he will teach how to write for the younger generation. By morning, the streets of Konoha will be littered with copies of the intriguing piece of work. Before Jiraiya did anything else, he pulled out a bold, black marker from his pocket and wrote in big letters: IF YOURS, CONTACT JIRAIYA. He couldn't help but grin while reading it over and over. Or maybe the alcohol went to his head.
Chapter 3: Neji's and Tenten's walk. Next morning, they find the flyers everywhere (it can't be healthy for the kids)! Tenten makes it their mission to tear them all down!