Sumimasen for not updating quickly! I am in the midst of finding a job, so my updates can vary...and when I get one, might take longer. But I won't give up! So many of you want me to continue and as a writer, I am entitled to doing as the readers want. XD So please, keep up the reviews and more chapters shall be made! Thanks to those who took the time to review for me!


Chapter 9: Hangovers

-Hours and many sake cups later...-

Laughter was leaking from every crevice in the room. With the aid of the liquor's effect, the dares given had been done, and scared the poor visitors to the onsen. Everything from Tsunade dare to Jiraiya to run up and down the hallways with only a washcloth to cover his privates screaming, to Orochimaru's dare to Tsunade to flash the people in the hot springs. All three were drunk, and not giving a care as to what was said to whom or what was done to the public. They were the Legendary Sannin! Who was going to try stopping them from their fun? Certainly not the innocent civilians visiting. It took a while for the oh-so-serious Orochimaru to lighten up, but the sake worked wonders on his mind when he stopped monitoring his intake. With two bottles gone between the three, it was time to work on the third and last bottle on the table.

"Ok, ok! Orochimaru...truth or dare?"

"Heh, I'll take a dare. What you goin' to do?"

"Let us do ur hair!"

"Hell no!"

Tsunade laughed, falling back and spilling the sake. She didn't care. Neither could really comprehend or care about consequences. Orochimaru made an attempt to get up and escape them, only to stumble back and fall. Tsunade laughed at her comrade and crawled over to the fallen Orochimaru.

"It's a dare. You have to let us now! Jiraiya, get my bag. I got stuff in there we could use!"

Orochimaru was horrified. All kind of fuzzy, paranoid thoughts sped through his mind. What did they intend to do to his hair? If a ribbon so much as got three feet near him, someone was going to get hurt. Jiraiya clumsily walked out of the hallway to Tsunade's room to retrieve her bag, getting shouts from the girls in the hallway for being an insane pervert. Hearing the shouts, Tsunade and Orochimaru just laughed it up. What a way to actually forget who you were...get so liquored up it didn't matter to Jiraiya Orochimaru was a criminal, it didn't occur to Tsunade her boyfriend and brother were dead, and it didn't occur to Orochimaru himself these two were once comrades he tried killing.

"Maybe pink ish ur colur...ne"

"Heh...no ribbons are goin' to touch my hair, Tsu..."

"You made me flacsh peoples...so ur gon' do it."

The slurred voices broke up into fits of laughter again. When Jiraiya came back, he kicked the door closed, stumbling and nearly toppling over Tsunade and the table. Regaining a faulty balance, he dropped one of Tsunade's bags into her lap before just letting his body collapse into a sitting position. The girl began to rummage through the contents, throwing first a brush out to Jiraiya and pulling out hair ties and kinds of ribbons.

"Hohooo thish is gonna be fun."

"Shaddup...Juraiyah..."

Orochimaru again tried to stand up, but the sake's effect gripped his body's reflexes, rendered his abilities to function useless. Again he fell down into sitting position, silently giving up. Tsunade crawled behind him and sat up, combing the slightly disheveled hair out, giggling all the while. Jiraiya was staring dumbfounded at the ties and ribbons, knowing how pretty they looked in pretty girls' hair...but didn't know the first thing about putting them in the hair. Even if he was sober, he wouldn't have known. Orochimaru strained to focus his eyes on the assortment of hair accessories, fearing what they had planned. A few tugs on his black hair jerked his attention from that.

"He-hey...!"

"Hand me thur...umm...the red tie!"

Looking at the range of hair ties, the toad sannin picked up a soft red tie and handed it to Tsunade. A simple ponytail of the long, silky hair was made on the near top of the snake sannin's head. But the drunk slug sannin wasn't going to stop there! Her fingers began to weave a very uneven braid through the hair.

"Ribbon!"

"Ribbon."

Jiraiya handed the working Tsunade a small red ribbon, tying it at the ends in an uneven bow to preserve the braid from unraveling. As long as the drunk woman wasn't pulling and tugging his hair out by the roots, Orochimaru idly sat there, allowing her to continue this humiliating shame.

"Hair tie...unn, the purple one thish time..."

"Hair tie."

Another tail was made on the side of the head, but left unbraided.

"Two ribbons."

"Err..two ribbons."

The ribbons were tied into lopsided bows, one in the middle of the tail and one more at the end. It didn't take the intoxicated Godaime to do the same to the other side as well. Studying her handiwork, she began to drape locks of the hair around the two sides.

"Hair pins."

"Er...hair pins, these things?"

Tsunade quickly grabbed them from Jiraiya, jabbing the pins into place to hold the hair. Now with objects being stabbed into his hair, Orochimaru began to move in retaliation, trying to get Tsunade to quit. After finishing, Tsunade just sat back laughing loudly at the freakish hairstyle. Jiraiya rolled onto his back, holding his sides and bellowing out laughter at his old friend. Orochimaru muttered swears under his breath and grabbed the third bottle.

"Let's finish thish bottle off..."

-Morning-

Beams of glorious sunlight filtered into the room. On the floor laid all three of the Legendary ninja, passed out from their drunken party. Empty sake bottles and cups littered the floors, along with some stains from the spills. Jiraiya was sprawled out over the floor on his stomach, Orochimaru in the same position with half the blankets from the bed pulled over him and Tsunade between the both. Her head laid on Orochimaru's back while her feet had been tucked under the weight of Jiraiya for warmth. The first to wake was the very sick Tsunade, moaning some as the impeding headache began its morning work. Seeing a mop of messy, black hair in front of her she froze from moving. Was she lying atop of...? The amber eyes wondered why the rest of her body was chilled and only her feet warm. Gazing down to figure this oddity out, she saw Jiraiya sprawled on the ground over her feet. Drool leaked from the corner of his mouth onto the tatami mats under the table, some incoherent words being said in his sleep. Fighting the pressuring headache off, Tsunade slowly slipped her warm feet from under the slumbering Jiraiya. Next was getting up from Orochimaru without disturbing his sleep. Carefully pushed herself up, lifting her head from him ever so slowly. From the looks of it, the snake sannin was going to remain in a sleep mode. When she noticed that all three sake bottles had been drunk, she couldn't help but just wonder what all they did...

"Urgh..."

The gurgled sound came from the pale sannin lying in front of her. When she looked to the hair fixed in such an odd way with ribbons and hair ties...she couldn't help but laugh. Hearing this, it only made the snake sannin wake more. His golden eyes opened to see a bright room and all around, the heavy perfume of sake. A grogginess had seized his body, but only until he made an attempt to sit up did his head violently spin and cause his vision to black out for a minute or so.

" Argh...! That hurts..."

"It's called a hangover, Orochimaru..."

Orochimaru rolled over onto his back, looking up to Tsunade's smiling face. It was logic that he knew she was in the same pain, and in Orochimaru's opinion...this wasn't the kind of pain you just get used to, even if you're an alcoholic. So what was so damn funny?

"Why are you laughing Tsunade? What's so hilarious at this time of morning..."

There was no answer, but only her reaching for her bag and digging into it. Upon finding the item she desired, she opened the flat, plastic holder. The compact mirror was held up to him, showing the deranged hairstyle. A short yell echoed in the room and shook Jiraiya awake. The man grabbed a kunai and stood, thinking they were being attacked. A second passed and a lurching feeling overrode him, making Jiraiya stumble around, his head pounding. The weapon was dropped and Jiraiya fell to his knees, a hand to the forehead.

" Oh man! That booze really does go to your head...Damn, Orochimaru...what the hell happened to your hair?"

The three were still in their places, all trying to sum up what happened. After the pause, Orochimaru's hands quickly went to his head, trying in vain to take out the ribbons and hair ties. Silently he cursed himself for getting drunk and letting such embarrassing things happen to him.

"Let's just have breakfast and forget about this whole thing..."

"Agreed, Orochimaru..."

Tsunade smiled and then turned to Jiraiya, having a great idea.

"Room service then?"