Chapter 2: Bath Towel

Disclaimer: Do I own Naruto? Hmmmm…I think the answer is no. Really, I do not own Naruto…at least I think I do not…

Warning: out of character…very out of character. It is kind of in an alternate setting too.

Extra information for this story: Let us just say Jiraiya is housing with Orochimaru due to some reason that even the author does not know of. Maybe his house burnt down?

This story is in an alternate setting. Jiraiya is not traveling, Orochimaru is not as evil and they are housemates.

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Orochimaru pondered for a long while.

Should he wrap a large towel around his chest and let it drape over his body to his knees just like usual or should he use a smaller one which can only cover his hips to half of his thighs.

Some habits would have to be changed unless he fancied being called a girl again by that irritating new housemate of his, which he does not. It just has to be his luck to be bathing when Jiraiya came home from whatever work he does, earlier than usual.

Orochimaru sniffed because snorting is way beneath him. Does Jiraiya even have work, he wondered. The thoughts lasted for a moment before he returned to his current task of choosing his coverage.

Maybe this time…maybe. He made his decision and wrapped the towel around his hips in a swift movement. Orochimaru swung open the bathroom door and stepped out into the judging world that was Jiraiya's eyes. As Jiraiya raked his eyes down his frame, Orochimaru felt extremely exposed.

On the other hand, maybe he should have stuck to what he usually does. At least he would have some measure of comfort, unlike the present.

Then Jiraiya whistled. "I'd thought a guy like you would come out of the shower with a towel around the chest, just like a girl but I guessed wrong, didn't I?"

"…I refuse to answer to such a stupid assumption." Orochimaru haughtily said before turning on his heels and walking to his rooms.

Unknown to Jiraiya, Orochimaru was silently congratulating himself on a decision well made.

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Author's note: Actually this is the third story written for this story but due to some unfathomable reason, I feel that it is more suitable to be the second one so here it is.

The world needs more humor fiction and stories starring Jiraiya and not-really-evil Orochimaru thus it is my duty to bring to you more stories based on the above criteria. May they induce giggles in front of the computer that makes people look at you weirdly.

Read and review please.