A/N: My amazing friend EDninja from deviant art wrote this follow up. The link to their site is on my profile page. :)

Tsunade always had sake in her drawer, just how she managed to stick so much booze in that drawer no one was exactly sure, but every one knew that she never ran out. After a long day of speed stamping she was at a point of excessive annoyance and exhaustion which could only be cured by copious amounts of alcohol. A couple of bottles in doing paperwork was even less appealing than before, but it had to be done.

She drunkenly groped for the next form, knocking over one of her gigantic bottles of sake in the process. Tsunade cursed, not only did she have paper work to fill out now she had her own mess to clean up. She lifted up one of the soggy papers and examined it closely as it dripped sadly onto more paper work

"Shizune! Oi, Shizune!" Darn, where was that bone headed girl when you needed her. This turn of events called for more sake.

"I really should make a Jutsu for this kind of thing," she murmured as she tried to unsuccessfully siphon off more of the offending alcohol from the papers. But to poor bewildered Tsunade's distress her beloved sake was starting to take its toll on the paper work, and the words had begun running and blurring together. She squinted at one of the nearly unsalvageable forms in the soggy pile.

"Well, here goes nothing…"

The combination of blurry words and vision were not helping her plight, but to Tsunade's relief at the bottom of the disintegrating page she could make out some semi-distinguishable words.

"Oh. Hello." She giggled somewhat disturbingly.

The words said something to the effect that the little spiky haired blonde brat had summoned something during the ….test that had got rid of... stuff? Or at least that's what she thought it said; next to the description was a list of hand symbols. So, of course, drunken Tsunade proceed to mimic them.

After all, she wasn't the Hokage for nothing, she could deal with any jutsu that the spiky haired brat could do. Plus, the jutsu could come in handy for the immediate situation since the paper said it got rid of…stuff. Unfortunately for Tsunade, she fumbled some of the signs, but after her clumsy attempt at the jutsu she got an immediate if not anticipated result. With an explosion of rose petals a figure appeared before her.

" What is this? Wait! An intense gaze," came a flowery if not overly dramatic voice from the now peacefully drifting roses.

The smell of the roses was over powering, and the combination of the petals and the alcohol was rather unfortunate. Tsunade gagged, this was already not going quite the way she had planned. It only got worse as the figure stepped out of the petal cloud and kissed her hand.

"Please excuse my rudeness. I am finding myself enthralled by your wit, your charm, your… neck line." At this point the more girly version of Jiriya whipped a rose out of nowhere and handed it to her, spinning away in a whirl of yet more roses. Where were all the wretched roses coming from! They were everywhere, covering everything, and making a mess on top of her mess. This was not okay.

"Oi!" she snapped irritably "I need..."

"NO, NO, NO!" He wagged his finger at her "I know that you wish to know everything about me," he said, draping himself over her desk dramatically, "for I am qualified to be your true prince; one who loves every one and is loved by everyone!"

A vein popped out on Tsunade's head. Was this guy for real? Ninja's may have some problems, but not to this extent.

"But everyone loves Mythos now!" He wailed from the floor as a spot light shined on him from who knew where "Because of my own short comings!" Then he stood up with sudden vigor

"OH, HEAVEN!" he exclaimed reaching out to Tsunade's ceiling "POUR JUDGEMENT UPON THIS SINNER!"

All this maniac had done was yell, flirt, and make a huge mess with his over rated stupid perfumed flowers. So, when heaven didn't punish him she did the job for heaven. Standing up she put her hand on the now flowery desk to steady herself, then proceeded to vault over it and kick Femio in the stomach as hard as she could, and sent him flying through three walls, knocking him out cold. She walked back around and sat down with a sigh, putting her throbbing head into her hands. The bloody perfume was giving her a head ache, and looking at the mess she had to clean up only made it worse. Well, there was only one thing for it.

When she woke up she found that she had the biggest migraine and no recollection of what had happened that night. She also had a humongous pile of alcohol soaked papers, sake bottles, and alcohol and perfume soaked rose petals everywhere.

"Ouch!" She gripped the side of her throbbing head, looked up, and froze. Because in front of her were three human sized holes in her walls that she did not remember being there before. Who ever thought it would be funny to ruin all this paper work, waste her alcohol, throw perfumed rose petals all over her room, and make holes in her walls was going to pay with their life.

"SHIZUNE! WHO DID THIS!"