Warning: Reader is a sexworker not by choice. Themes of sexual abuse and violence.

Jiraiya is back!

With a shout of glee, you scamper to get ready. Running to your room to get your best dress. You don't have many. Not a lot of clients get you things. He did. Jiraiya was a very sweet regular of yours. He got you the nicest things you own. An indigo kimono with simple white flowers. A perfume that smells amazing. A hair clip that had delicate decorations on it. You wear all these things whenever he comes to visit you. It's not very often. Once a month if he can. It's the best night of that month.

Once dressed and ready, you practically skip down the hall. Your feet feeling light and skilled as they gracefully dodged the obstacles in the way. A few of your coworkers look at you with envy. Jiraiya is a high paying client with a certain reputation. The fact that you are his favourite has made others jealous. Tough! They can deal. Most of them get clients like him. He just happened to be the most famous.

You knock on the door where you know he is waiting. The giddy excitement in your body only jolts up more at hearing his voice.

"Come in!"

Your heart quickens in excitement. You open the door and enter. Seeing him again had done more than just quicken your heart and excite your body. It numbed all the pain in your life. All the things that worried or hurt you was now dulled.

Your favourite person is standing in the room. His arms out to catch you in a hug. The excitement that filled you was tenfold to the joy you felt before. Your body is practically vibrating with happiness. You collided into him and held on tightly. Your cheek rested against his warm chest. Your hands slowly run down his arms. They're bare. He trusts you. All that armour he wears is abandoned to the side of the room with the rest of his belongings. A content sigh leaves you when he runs his hands up and down your back.

Warm fuzzy feelings trickle in the wake of his hands. If only everyone was like this. With hands who comfort and never harm. You shut your eyes. This moment was worth relishing in. His nice warm body against yours. The beat of his heart thumping steadily in your ear. It was good enough to fall asleep to. Or just listen to. For hours.

His hand traveled up your back again and went over your shoulder. He gently put his fingers under your chin and pushed it up. You are forced to meet his eyes. Not that you mind all that much. His face is nice to look at. So are his eyes. Dark in colour but bright with many things. Happiness. Kindness. Intelligence. A wiseness as well, but rarely spoken out. He prefers to make you laugh to comfort you than use boring words. That's where his wiseness is used. To know how to make you smile.

You flinch when his thumb stoked over your cheek, right below your eye. It's tender, as all bruises are. You tried to cover it up... but none of your make up is thick enough. The smile he had worn ever since you walked in had fallen as he inspected the injury.

"Are you..."

You shake your head. It's not so fun when he worries. Why does he worry? There are better people to be worried about, you aren't one of them.

"I'm fine." You say with a smile.

He let's out a sigh that drops his shoulders. It was a sigh that sounded disappointed and stressed. If he's stressed then that's why you're here. He always said the company of a woman always put him at ease.

"Shall I get your drink?" You ask.

"No need. I already have it."

"Oh... sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for." Jiraiya assures you with a smile. "I guess I was impatient."

"A long day?"

"Yeah! I got one hell of a story to tell you."

"Sounds interesting." You tug on his hips to encourage him to sit. He does follow. Plunking down into the mound of pillows he nested around him for comfort. You straddle his waist, rubbing his chest. "Tell me about it as I serve you."

"Er... Just my drink."

You pout a little. He's been oddly prudish. Not allowing you to pleasure him more than conversation. Strange for a man known for being sweet on the ladies. Even if you know nothing other than this house, you do know his reputation. The other girls have talked about it. There's a certain amount of pressure you feel. You must satisfy this customer. If he gave you a bad review then you'll be punished. Such a high profile customer needs to be satisfied.

The bottle of sake is sitting beside him. You grab it along with the small serving cup nestled beside it. With a steady well practiced motion you fill the cup. You place it against his lips, your eyes focused on them as they part. Jiraiya is the first client you've had that you want to kiss. They look so nice. They say only nice things. They must feel nice.

His eyes relax and fall close as you feed him his drink. With him distracted by the alcohol, you spread your legs further and scoot closer so your so your sex bumps against his. You roll your hips. Perhaps getting him excited like this will entice him to finally sleep with you.

You jump. Jiraiya suddenly moved and gripped your hips. He pinned you so you could no longer grind against him. You focus back on his eyes. His are open again and more critical.

"Stop that. Just serve me my drink."

"Sorry..."

He just nods and pushes you back slightly so you are no longer bumping uglies. Instead your butt falls into the voided space his criss crossed legs are folded in. It jumbled you a little and some of the alcohol spills onto your fingers. You stare at him for a moment.

Maybe he's just not attracted to you. If that's the case then why would he keep requesting you? It's not like you're a sparkling conversationalist. Nor are you the best server. There's lots of different girls who can hold a cup more delicate and enticing than you can. Some even chance pouring the alcohol on their chest and neck to the clients have to suck it off of them. You tried it once, Jiraiya wasn't so impressed. He more or less asked you how you were going to get the sake smell out of your kimono while patting dry your face with a cloth.

"Are you hungry? I could get you a meal." You offer.

"Nah. I ate before I came."

Oh... okay. As if to make you feel even more useless he takes the cup from you to fill his next cup himself. He gently took the bottle from you and filled his cup. He's just as practiced at it as you are. Pouring to the perfect line with a steady hand.

You look over your hand. It's still wet from the spill. Without much thought you lick your hand. Staring at him as you do so. It does make him pause. He watches your mouth carefully. You run your tongue over your fingers before popping one in your mouth. Slowly pushing it in and out to imitate a more lewd activity you'd like to perform on him.

"Why don't you take advantage of me?" You ask softly. "You pay full price to have me, why don't you do whatever you wish?"

You take your now clean hand away from your lips. You fix yourself to back on your knees. You lean forward and rest your head against his chest while running your hands down his torso. He's warm. He's beautiful. His body doesn't got an ounce of fat on it. It's all amazing firm muscles. Stroking it does make you wonder what's under all his clothing. It's hard to just tell with a flaccid bulge, but one can dream what lays under his pants. He's carries himself like a man with a generous package.

"I am doing what I want with you." Jiraiya answers. He drops the cup and bottle in favour of hugging you. "What's wrong with what we have? Don't you enjoy our time together?"

"Of course I do... I just... wish you wanted more."

A bit of guilt does rise up, but it always falls back down once the context of the situation hits him. This is... different. It's hard to say exactly what. He just can't bring himself to do that when it's... not really consent. You're so young too. It churns his stomach to see things like this. Just walking into this building and paying these people makes him sick. But... you're a missing girl from his hometown. One lost and taken into an industry that shouldn't even exist in the first place. But it does. It's awful. So many lives have been ruined because of it.

Finding you was an accident. Jiraiya was given the opportunity to scope this brothel out for a mission. Asked to see what exactly is going on here since he's in that part of the region. The very far end of Fire territory in some backwater sleazy town that makes its money from selling things under the table. Since both the Hokage and the Feudal Lord hate this place, it's only natural to want to investigate just how bad it is. To think that his own territory holds a whore house is just icky. But they made a mistake in finally taking a girl from Konoha. They never had before this. It put them on the radar. Once it was officially found out, action had to be taken. In complete honesty, Tsunade was a little pissed that hardly a thing had been done to stop this place. She urged Jiraiya to continue to scope the place until he found out every nook, cranny, secret, and weakness of this god forsaken place.

Meeting you had relit the fire. The hope. So many emotions. You lived such a bad life and it's not just the Hokage that feels the guilt of not acting sooner. Jiraiya continues to return because he feels that too. Your people failed you in the past. He failed you. It's time to make it right. You were presumed dead. Your name engraved on that memorial stone. A girl fallen victim to a terrible fate to a predator. So many mistakes on his part led you to live a sad life.

To steal a young ninja who had barely gotten a taste for life had sparked all kinds of hell. People were pissed. The story was well known in Konoha. The first C rank mission that took a new genin team out of the village to near Fire Bay to seek out a herb that only grows there. Each student and their teacher split up to cover more ground with the only form of communication being the short range radios. From there it was mostly a mystery. The girl of the team cried out over the radio for help. The sounds of a struggle and then silence. The only thing found of her was her headband, which had been ripped violently off of her.

The most popular theory is that you, that poor young genin, had been stalked and watched by someone with bad intentions. Once you were isolated enough you were snatched. From there people speculate if it was deeper into the woods or to the pier. Ninja hounds tracked your scent both ways and got confused. The trail went cold after that... Not a clue of where you had gone ever found beyond your abandoned emblem. It was a tragedy different from the others Konoha had faced. None of their ninjas have ever been kidnapped under these circumstances before. No one knew what to make of it other than to be outraged at the perpetrators. Everyone was frustrated that there was no sign of you.

To think after nineteen years you've been in your homeland all this time. Well... to be fair you probably got traded through a few hands before ending up in this wretched place. It's all just... unknowns. Despite Jiraiya's best efforts, you haven't said a thing about your past. The only reason he knows it's you is because your face had barely changed from youth. More mature and certainly very beautiful, but the key features are there. It was so boggling that he was sure he was seeing things for a moment. The one time he pushed the limits of what he could do was pushing up your dress to see if you have that birthmark on your thigh he was told about by your mother. You do... it really is you. Alive all this time.

The only reason Jiraiya hadn't taken you away yet is mostly because he needed your trust. If you didn't trust him, you could sell him out as a ninja to the organization that runs this town. They aren't like a normal military force, but strength in numbers make them a deadly disorganized organization. He could be dragged out to the town square and put to death. Or he'd have to abandon mission completely. That is something he simply cannot chance. Not when he's made so much progress with you. To have you slip through his fingers when he got so close to grasping you to safety would drive him crazy. Especially now... when his feelings are deeply intertwined with you. Seeing every bruise or cut on your body is just salt in the wound that reminds him that while he feels like he's protecting you, it's not enough. Buying you pretty things doesn't chase away the monsters. Leaving you in the morning tore him up just a little more on the inside. He couldn't be there to ward off all the other 'clients' that harm you for their own cheap thrills.

His feelings have only grown since starting this slow rescue. You are not only beautiful, but have such a genuine way about you. Despite all the horror you must have faced, you always smile. You have a kindness for others that still stays in tact no matter how those others have harmed you. Being close to you again after being so far away raises him up in a way. Long gone is his fatigue and pains when you hold onto him.

Maybe that's what makes it... yucky. Jiraiya has shown you an inch of compassion and you took a mile. What's worse is that he's sure he's the only man who has shown you respect and kindness. It would be so easy to take advantage of that and it feels weird. It's why he does get you nice things. As a sort of apology. Plus you don't have nice things. You look cute when you prance around in the things he got you. Even so there is still an end goal in your mind.

You don't know how to express yourself without trying to get in his pants. It gets harder and harder every time. He wants to touch you. Fuck you. Make you gasp and cry his name in pleasure. Has a man ever taken the time to pleasure you? Probably not. But that's not very professional. He can't in good conscience do things like that to you while you are in this place or so emotionally vulnerable. It makes him just as bad as the men who come to this place just for the sex... if it can even be called that. It's too violent and impersonal to be something like sex. The worst part is that there's hardly any rules to this brothel. He's heard horrible things happening to the women here. Their screams and begging chill his blood. His mind immediately flies to you and how many times you must have screamed like that. At the moment one of Jiraiya's greatest fears is returning after a period of time only to discover that you had been killed by a client. He can't wait anymore.

He's gone quiet. You can almost hear Jiraiya as he thinks. His face is stuck in a thoughtful frown. When he didn't reply to your question, you fixed yourself to look him in the eye. His gaze is unfocused and lost. He's deep in his thoughts about something. You run your hands up and down his chest. Your eyes lower to focus on his lips. They aren't frowned enough to be firm. They look relaxed enough...

You lean forward and press your lips against his. He flinched in surprise. Pulling back just before it got good. It sinks your heart further. Why? Why doesn't he let you?

"Can't I kiss you?" You ask. You run the hem of his shirt in between your first and second fingers. "Please let me at least kiss you."

He's quiet for a few moments. He plays with the fabric of your dress. Gripping and rubbing it with his hands at your lower back. Why must he think so hard about it?

"Alright." He agrees. He raises his hand and waves it at you by your face like one would do to scold a child. "But just kissing."

"Okay." You are amused. He can be so stingy.

You slide your hands up to cradle the back of his neck. With a firm hold on that you angle your head and go in. He's more cooperative this time. His lips moving and reacting to yours. It's nice. Not too much. He doesn't bite or devour like some do. Nor is he timid and stiff like the others. It's just right. Gentle but not too soft. It's caring.

Unafraid to push the boundaries, you move your tongue to press into his mouth. He hums. A short hum of enjoyment. His tongue isn't afraid to play back. Pressing against yours and pushing it for a bit of fun. When that kiss broke, there was a moment for air. A breath. Then you go back in with your body pressed against his more firmly. Your hands moving to touch his skin again. Down his chest to the tie holding together his shirt. You pull it open before he could do a thing about it. He grabbed your wrists, but you push him back before he could pull them away. He lands in the pile of cushions flat on his back but comfortable. A few feathers fly as on cushion burst open from the force.

You keep him held in the kiss. You make it heated. The kisses short but biting. Nipping with tongues that clash against one another. He grunts when you touch his chest again. Stroking and touching his bare skin. Every rise and ridge of his body is so nice. Feeling every bit of it down to his bellybutton. Swirling your finger around it. He's ticklish around there. A shiver coursing his body when you tease nerves not often touched.

"Wait..." Jiraiya whispers.

It's not really convincing. He's breathless. He's into it. Pausing for only a moment to speak before going back in to suck your bottom lip. His hands are in different places now. One deep in your hair, playing with it and gripping it right by the roots. The other is running down your side before grazing your ass. He is attracted to you. He does want you. Perhaps tonight will be the night. He's got some fair very soft and transparent hairs that led right to his crotch. You run your fingers down the trail until his pants get in the way.

Nice and slow. Jumping ship and going right in will spook him. Jiraiya has been so jumpy when you touch him. You tease the waistline of his pants. Tucking two fingers under the fabric and dragging them back and forth to tickle his senses. Get him aroused. Pleasure him. It's your duty.

You chance breaking off the kiss. Jiraiya gasps in a breath of fresh air. As he pants you move down to kiss his neck. Your hand stalls around his waist, opting to twist your hand around so that it was facing downwards. With slow movements you flex your fingers to gently scratch over his skin, getting closer to his crotch. His pubic hair now grazing your fingertips. Excitement grows. This is the closest you've ever gotten. It's now or never.

Touching the base of his cock filled you with validation. He's hard. He is big. To have that inside of you. It'd be good. Better than half the men you get stuck with.

"Stop!"

With more anger Jiraiya grabs your wrist and yanked it back. To not hurt him you released your grip right away. He pulls you back by your hair as well. He throws you back to lay beside him as keeps you pinned there by holding the back of your neck while he crossed your arm over your chest to keep it from his body.

He's flustered. Warm and flushed. His cheeks pink and even a little sweat by his temples. Looking hard enough you can see his pupils defined from his dark irises to see they are dilated. He's aroused. Really aroused. You are too. Yet he stops this from happening.

"I know you want me, Jiraiya." You call him out in a quiet voice. It was barely above the heavy laboured breathing you and him are doing. "Why do you deny what you want?"

His mouth opens. His eyes twitch around in small frantic movements as he looks you over. Does he tell you? Every single bit of his brain is telling him no. Don't do it. It still feels like he's taking advantage.

Is it really inappropriate to touch you a little? Probably. But one thing still sticks out in his head. That being you probably haven't had a man take the time to give you a good time. Sometimes you mention how you completely escape from the situation you are going through while getting... pleasuring a client just to feel some kind of enjoyment. Good god that's fucked. He wants to show you a good time... just not here.

He sighs and buried his face into the crook of your neck. He relaxes his grip on you, guilt poking at his guts for being so rough. He's just horny and you are so god damn pretty. His heart aches to be with you like that... but not here. He moves his hands. Cradling your head and holding your hip. He hears and feels your chest move with a sigh. You put your arms around him, you aren't mad at him. It didn't hurt that much and he's never been rough with you before. Perhaps you pushed too far.

"You mean a lot to me." Jiraiya broke the strange silence.

He strokes your hip, chancing to sneak his hand under your disheveled kimono to touch your skin. It's soft. It jerks at his heart when you flinch. He untucks his face from the cozy spot in your neck to look to see what was there. He can see your bare leg, part of your belly, a teasing bit of your chest along with your hip. The underwear you are wearing was flimsy and sheer. It left nothing to the imagination. The bruises and nail shaped cuts on your skin nauseated him. No one should treat another person like this.

It hurts, but you don't want him to stop. The gentle caress was both soothing and aching to your sensitive wounds. No one but him touches you so softly. You watch him as he watches you. His eyes are downcast to look at your body. It's not in admiration as you'd hope how he would look at you. It's in worry and sorrow.

"Who hurt you?" He whispers. He sighs and his head rests on your shoulder as he continues to touch you with feather like strokes. "Who treats a woman like you so terribly?"

"No one worth your time." You reply. You run your fingers down his arm until it rests on his wrist. "Neither am I... I'm just a whore."

"You're much more than that. Don't think you are just this."

"It's all I am... no matter what you say." You utter so quiet he almost missed it. You turn your head to meet his eyes, which were still empathetic. With an accepting smile you caress his face. Tears threaten your vision as you say the sad truth. "You are the only man that makes my life worth while. But you leave the next day like everyone else I see. You are different to me but I'm nothing to you. I know what I am and I'll be like this until I get too old for anyone to want me anymore."

"No! You... I.." Jiraiya struggles to find a sentence. He put his arm under you and pulled you close. The closeness of a good loving hug is something you haven't had in your life since you were a child. Hearing you sob as you cling to him only motivates him more. You need to get out of here. "I meant it when I said that you mean something to me. I don't... I won't leave you again."

"Yes you will. You can't take me with you. I'm just something pretty for you to love for a night."

"You are more than that." He presses his lips against your cheek before raising himself that little bit to catch your lips. "I want to take you away. I want to bring you home."

"Home?... I-I have no home other than this. This is all I am! It's all I ever will be!"

Is that what you really think? He looks you over curiously. He shakes his head slowly. Do you remember anything? Do you remember the village? Have you endured so much you don't remember your life before coming here? Do you even remember your parents? The very people who threw all their money at him while begging him to keep on this mission because they love you so much. They didn't have to. He's doing this for free, to set things right. While he's not supposed to be so emotional, his feelings are far too intertwined with you, your past, and your fate. They've seemed to have set their blame aside and trust him to do this. He might even love you. He cares more than he should about you. You are much more to him than just a missing comrade or mission objective... Seeing you again has kindled feelings he didn't expect.

"You were born in Konoha, the Village Hidden in the Leaves." Jiraiya spoke slowly. Speaking about this felt almost strange. He holds your gaze with his, searching for any kind of familiarity. When he saw none, he continued. "A military village that helps people. You were... are one of us."

"Us?" You ask. "You belong to this village?"

"Yes. No one important, but I'm proud to call it home." He said with a tad bit of amusement.

"And I belong to this village?"

He nods. He's so sure, but you aren't. You don't remember anything like that. You stare at him in confusion.

"I... Are you sure?" You ask. "I think you are mistaken, Jiraiya. I was born and raised here."

"I'm sure. I... I can't imagine what you've gone through to remember things differently." He said with that look you don't like that much. The empathy. The understanding of something he can't possibly know. "I have proof. If you want to see."

You nod slowly. Maybe he is telling the truth. You watch him as he walks over to his pack. He crouches down and pilfered through it. It only took a few moments. He stands with the proof in hand. It looks to be a photograph. He offers it out for you to take. You're too curious not to.

You grab the photo from him and look it over. It's of you. As a child. With an adult behind you and two other children beside you. Everyone is posing happily. You have your arms around the two boys of your team with a big cheesy grin. The adult is posed behind you in a crouch ruffling the two boy's heads. But the man. The adult in the picture... It's...

"Many years ago... I took my team on a mission to gather herbs to cure an outbreak of fever in Konoha." Jiraiya said softly. He walked around you slowly as he spoke until he was standing behind you. His arms wrap around you and his lips rest by your ear. "But I made a call I regret to this day. I split my team up to cover more ground, since the outbreak was serious and so many people were sick we had to get as much as we could... but the girl of my team was taken. Because of my mistake there was no one there to save her."

You don't reply. You stare at the photo. You in the middle... that blond boy to your right and a black haired boy to your left. You can't recall their names... but it's annoyingly on the tip of your tongue before flying away from your mind leaving it a mystery. The only one you know is the adult, because he is the man that's been keeping you happy these past months. With a younger Jiraiya in the middle behind you. Because... he was your teacher.

Jiraiya-sensei was a good teacher. Passionate and believed in all three of his students. He was funny too... he always found a way to make you laugh. When he suggested splitting up to gather as many herbs as possible, you were eager to do this mission. You had fallen behind your teammates and wanted to eagerly to prove to them and sensei that you aren't to be underestimated. He set a perimeter to stay in... but you ignored that. You went well outside of it, eager to gather more herbs than your friends to prove you can keep up with them.

Then someone grabbed you while you were elbows deep in the dirt. Two large hands grabbed you by the waist and lifted you out of the dirt. At first you figured it was Jiraiya, ready to scold you for going out of range of the radios. You turned to see there are two men looming over you that you didn't know. Your heart sunk to your shoes. They asked you if you were lost. They told you to come with them. Fear gripped you. You weren't sure what to do. You broke into a run back into the perimeter. Just as your foot crossed into the range, you hit the button to call for help. You knew they were on your heels. Just as you yelp, one of them grabbed your belt, which had been fashioned out of your still shiny unweathered headband. The fabric snapped and the moment of give have you hope. But it was quickly squished when a hand smacked over your mouth and you were pulled against the body of one of the men you didn't know...

That's... all you remember. That's all you want to remember. Your legs go numb. There's a fuzziness in your head. Like a nest of angry wasps were buzzing around in there. You don't hit the ground. Jiraiya braced you just in time, holding you against him so you face plant. He sunk to his knees slowly with you resting on his legs like a seat. He still held you so tenderly. Lovingly.

"I'm sorry. I failed you." Jiraiya spoke quietly against your ear again. He nuzzled his face against your hair and sighed. "Out of all of my students, I always considered how I failed you the worst. The... others died, but never knowing what happened to you ate me alive."

You reach your hand up and place it on his head. You pet him, wanting to comfort him. He has no reason to apologize. It's not his fault those men followed you. You disobeyed and in your eager child mind, you wanted to prove your worth which lead to your downfall.

"Sensei?..." You utter.

"Yeah?" His voice his quiet and emotional, like calling him that title again brought him back to that day. It probably had.

You cuddle closer to him, shifting closer and placing your hand on his. It's odd to be in this position. You have pieces of your past. You've known this man longer than a few months. You've known him for so long... how could you forget? He's grown since last you've seen him. He's still handsome. And wonderful. He knows exactly how to melt away your worries and make you laugh. As he's always done.

"Don't let me go... okay?"

"Never!" He promises. He holds you tighter. He presses his lips against your head. "I'm never letting go again."

For some time, you cuddle with Jiraiya. He's content to hold you. Occasionally he'll kiss you or take in a deep breath of your scent. He did release one arm from your middle to instead play with your hair. Long slow sweeping motions that brushed your hair from your face. It's tender the way he does it.

"What do you remember?" He asks.

"... Not much. Just that day when I was taken."

"Okay. That's okay. I'm glad you do remember something."

You flip around in his grasp and straddle his waist. You hold his cheeks to keep him still as you kiss him. He's a bit hesitant at first, but does melt and relax into a good kiss. He holds your hips with a light grip. A flair of pain pokes at where he holds you. He mutters an apology. You tell him it's okay. It's not his fault you get gripped there harder by worse men. Maybe one day you'll grow the courage to tell him some of your stories.

"Let me take you away? Let me take you home?" Jiraiya asks. He presses his forehead against yours.

"Home?... But where will I stay?"

"Wherever you feel safe. Your parents miss you, you could stay with them."

"Parents..."

"Yeah. Your mom and dad."

Your confused scowl isn't assuring. Jiraiya awaits you to say something. He has no idea where your mind is at. But that look you have is saying that it's not going to be happy.

"I don't... remember parents." You finally say. You wrap your arms around him with your head placed on his shoulder. "Can't I stay with you, sensei? You're all I remember."

He sighs. Of course you don't. Poor thing. It seems you only have fractures of memories. Which is fine. He can't force you to remember. Nor will he force you to stay with people you don't know, even if those people are your parents.

"Okay. You can stay with me." He agrees. He gives the side of your head a kiss. "But only until you get your feet on the ground."

It's hard to believe him. He doesn't seem to want to let you go. That's fine. Maybe living with him will make him realize he shouldn't let you go. You could be his. Only his.

"So!" You chirp and sit up straight to look at him. "How will we make our daring escape?"

"Quietly." His answer is surprisingly dull. He gave you a kiss and then smiles at you. "Later in the night, I'll take you out the window and we'll run away together."

"Okay. But what will we do to pass the time?"

A hint of a blush grows on his cheeks. He smirks at you before leaning forward enough until you are underneath him. Your kimono falls open more, enticing him. It's still not the time.

"We spend it getting reacquainted." Jiraiya states in confidence.

You chuckle. He falls to the side and lays there. From there it's exactly as he said. You lay beside him, curled up all cozy with him. The hours spent talking was much more personal this time. You opened up to him... a little. It's not fun to talk about what you go through. It's better when he talks. It's happier. He talks about the fun things that's happening in the village like it's growth and the people he finds interesting.

By midnight, Jiraiya enacts his plan. The talking got interrupted long ago by kissing. He held your ass and hips occasionally rutted against yours. He still pulled away your hands if you tried to pull on his pants. He suddenly pulled away, leaving you breathless and excited. You lay there for a few moments, wondering why he would stop. He shuffles along time grab his things and equips his armour. You sit up and crawl to him.

He sighs and picks you up as if you were a misbehaving cat. He set you on your feet. You pout at your teacher as he closes your kimono and ties it tightly to make sure it stays closed.

"Do you have any belongings you want to take with you?" Jiraiya asks.

You shake your head. There's nothing you own worth saving. Would you even want to bring anything? Anything from here holds a hefty reminder of it. Even the things Jiraiya got you feel strange now. A fresh start sounds better.

"Okay. Let's go." He says.

To your surprise and delight, Jiraiya picked you up off of your feet into a bridal carry. He carries you to the window and crawls through it. The night air was refreshing. A squeak escapes you when he jumped off the ledge and flew down to the ground. He lands safely. He takes a glance around before running with you into the thick of the nearby woods.

You clung to him tightly. For an hour he carried you, gaining that all important distance from that crime town. Just in case. He didn't want anyone on his tail looking for you. Thankfully the late night escape was the best call. No one suspected that you had left nor that your favourite client had taken you. He came to a stop eventually. He set you on your feet. He didn't seem tired, just looking to you for input.

"Did you want to stop?" Jiraiya asks.

"No. I want to go home."

He looked happy with that answer. He smiles at you and presses a kiss against your head. You held his hand instead of him carrying you. That solitude and safety of Konoha is something... you don't remember, yet miss. He talked about it in such a away that you could feel that community. A community that missed you. But in a way... you don't miss home. It won't feel like home without Jiraiya there. It's... hard to explain. A part of you just knows that if he left you then the village wouldn't be home. He's the only memory of home you have.

He pulls you along, leading the way. He pace was always slowed by you stopping suddenly. You got this childlike wonder to everything you see. It's just a weirdly cold reminder that you haven't been outside like this since you were on his team. It's a whole new world out here for you. The paths he and every other Leaf shinobi has memorized are all new to you. A tug yanks his heart out fo place for a moment. If only he had partnered himself with you all those years ago. If he had kept an eye out. Not fail his job as a teacher... then this would be so different. You could have been a skilled ninja.

"What?" You ask. You tilt your head at him and grin. "You're looking at me weird again."

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." Jiraiya dismisses with a shrug.

It's best he doesn't say. The important thing is that you're safe now. You run ahead a few times only to squeak and run back to his side. You clung onto his arm more often whenever people were around. You don't like crowds. Not surprising since you grew up in a segregated brothel. From the little you told him, you slept in your own little futon with other girls in a slave quarters but none of them really liked you. You slept in the corner slot away from everyone. The only real joy in life you found was pleasing your customers.

"Hey," he tugged you back when you began to wag away towards a good stall. You look up at him with your full attention. "No one is allowed to request anything of you here, you know what I mean? You can say no to anyone. Including me."

You nod. Yes you know what he means. Even so the concept is oddly foreign. You were raised to never say no. You didn't have ownership over your own body. Is he saying you do now? How odd. To have the legitimate power to refuse someone from touching you.

"Which one is your house?" You ask.

"We'll get to that. First we have to report in to Tsunade."

"Who?"

"Our leader. She's... nice...ish. Just hang tight. We'll let her know you are home, the living arrangements we decided on and your future here."

"My future..." Now that's a thing you hadn't pondered yet. The only immediate future you thought of is being home alone with dear old sensei. Maybe it's okay not really knowing what you want.

You continue to hold onto him tightly, afraid of the now morning bustle of people. The streets are full. It's noisy. He leads you to a building that was taller than most. It was circular in structure. Climbing all the stairs was a task in itself. He stops before a door at the end of this winding structure. It looks big. Important. He knocks on the door and a female voice tells him to enter. He does so with you holding on so tightly he's sure his arm may just fall off from lack of circulation.

The woman on the other side seemed pleased to see him. She's quite pretty. Blonde and busty. She carries herself with authority but isn't mean. Unlike madam, the woman who was in charge of you back at the brothel. Her eyes lands on you. She looks relieved to see you.

"Welcome back, both of you." She greets.

You listen to her and Jiraiya talk. He fills her in on the past day and what he's discovered. Which was that you have hardly any memories and have no where to stay. She came to a similar conclusion he first did.

"I know your parents will take you back in. They've missed you."

"Uh, that's another problem." Jiraiya kindly interjected before she could continue. He pointed at you. "She doesn't remember them either... I'm the only one she does remember. I was wondering if it was okay if I watch after her until we restore some more memories."

Tsunade cocks a brow. She looks him over slowly with a certain amount of suspicion in her gaze. Then she looked at you.

"Are you okay with that? Did you want to stay with Jiraiya?"

You nod. You'd like nothing more.

"Okay. You may stay with him, but at some point I insist you meet with your parents."

"Co... Could I have a few days?" You ask. "Just to get my bearings. It's all so much to be around."

She agrees. Thankfully, she didn't ask what you plan on doing with your new found freedom. You still aren't sure. Is it too late to become a shinobi? You are over thirty... you think. Or do you find a normal job, whatever those are. It seems you must ask Jiraiya for guidance. You continued to cling to him once back in the streets. The sights and sounds only grow louder as noon gets closer. He chuckles at your shock and discomfort, but assures you that you'll adjust.

His home is small. An apartment that he occupies whenever he stays more than a few days. So he travels for a living? Seems to be so. There's no personal belongings in the apartment that make it shine as his. But he promises that it's safe and that you are welcome to stay for as long as you like. Will he leave? Hopefully not.

You put your arms around him. Jiraiya was quick to return the embrace. It still feels safe. It always has. Perhaps a part of you always did remember. He was always someone you could trust. There's a sanctuary here with him. Even when you ached from the mishandling of others, you could never doubt him.

"Will you touch me now?" You ask.

"... I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Why not? I want you to." You raise your head to look up at him.

"You want me to?" He questions, but looks genuinely pleased.

"Yeah, why is that odd?"

Instead of a straight answer, Jiraiya kisses you. His hands rest on your lower back instead of your hips. When the kiss broke, he places a few small kisses along your cheek and neck.

"I know it's odd, but didn't you notice?" He asks you.

"Notice what?"

"You're asking me. You have a choice and you know that."

You furrow your brow at his observation. It is odd to you, but it's progress to him. You are healing. You know that you have no obligations to do anything with him. There's a genuine attraction you feel for him and you want to act on it. Which is great, because he's wanted to do things to you for a while now! That feeling of guilt no longer held him back.

"Tell me at any point if you want to stop or if you don't like something, okay?" Jiraiya tells you.

He held your eyes when he said that to drive home the point. You may have the freedom but you are new to them. The privileges that were stripped from you must be relearned. That's something no one should go through, but at least you are free now. You have a future. A part of him feels vindicated. It doesn't make what happened to you right, but he feels better knowing he's done something right for you. He could at least right this wrong... which is a first. All the other wrongs in his life seem concrete. Then again... he thought that about this one too.

"Okay I will." You promise.

He went back down to kiss your neck. As he does his fingers graze the knot holding your dress together. You utter his name softly. You cradle his head and grip his hair. It does feel good. His hands are gentle. They are careful of where your injuries are, but they now feel like they belong to a past life. These injuries won't happen again. They don't need to weight you down. Not with Jiraiya to kiss them better.

For the first time he lets you touch him. His chest and hips. Under his clothing and what he looks like under all those layers. You lay in his bed with him on top. He listened when you asked for certain things. He stopped when you even flinched and asked if you were okay. For the first time this activity that once ruled your life felt amazing. He made it feel amazing. So good your body was almost overwhelmed. He was mighty proud to keep count of how many times he made you climax.

In a way it almost felt like a dream. Satisfied and happy for what felt like the first time. Free to do whatever you want. Beside a man who means the world to you. The best part being he won't leave in the morning with a promise of return in a month or so. Jiraiya does mean the world to you. There's no way you'd be parted from him. All this worry of the future and where your path leads isn't so scary if he's here to help guide you.

It's comfortable in bed with him. With his body pressed against your back. His heat seeping into you. Feeling every shift and breath he makes. He lays a pattern of kisses along your shoulder to your neck to into your hair. He pauses there to breathe in deeply and sigh it out. Your hand was captive by his.

It feels warm. Cozy. It feels like home.