Chapter One.
Morning after.
He opened his eyes and groaned. The light was too bright. Sand's mornings were always too bright. Of course. It was the desert. He rolled to his side and grabbed his head. It was throbbing. God. Just how much DID he have to drink, last night? He looked around the room. A simple, large bed out of red wood with a canapy above it, two windows on both sides of the wall and two night stands. Something was painfully familiar in this scene. He turned his head to someone who was asleep, huddled in a blanket, curled up into a tight ball. His hands began to shake.
"Please..don't let it be Orochimaru. please don't let it be Orochimaru" he prayed inside "God.I will never forgive myself if the same thing happens twenty years later..Again.God..I should give up on drinking sake."
He pulled the cover down, just enough to unearth a bunch of bright red hair. He uttered a loud sigh of relief and immediately grabbed his head.
"Damn it." He growled. "How much DID I drink last night?"
It took him a while to realize that he was completely naked. He scanned the room and saw a pile of clothing right on the floor. Some of it was his.and some of it wasn't. Still a bit shaky, he sat up and looked closer. To his relief there was a fiery red, lacy bra and panties to match. He grinned to himself.
"I..Great Jiriaya. seemed to have scored again."
He gloated with pride for a moment.
"But.with..who?"
He rolled over and propped himself on his elbows and began peeling off the cover gently, trying not to wake her up.
"It has to be a her" Jiriaya whispered to himself "Judging by the size of that bra.."
"Good mornin'".
He blinked and realized himself face to face with her. She smirked.
"What's the matter?"
Slowly a sinister grin spread across Jiriaya's face.
"Nothing." He answered as a pair of deeply green eyes followed his every movement, her eyebrow cocked.
Her name was Uta Yanagi, and she was simply the hottest Sand Nin he has ever laid his eyes upon. Yanagi was a strange girl. Tomboyish, crude and violent. She drank sake like a man, swore, smoked and bet. She was twenty- six, a genius Sand Jounin, entrusted with the number one Sand Team, Gaara, Temari and Kankuro. She was tough. Somehow, she reminded him of Tsunade, minus the horrendously large clievage. But Yanagi was blessed enough for him to feel attracted to her. She sat up, blanket uncovering her naked, well trained body. Jiriaya's mouth almost began to water. She smiled and leaned over to give him a good morning kiss. Yanagi had three strange scars on her face. But they didn't take anything away. In fact, they added more to her character. She smiled and hopped off the bed. Jiriaya watched the gravity work it's miracle on her breasts.
"Where are you going?"
She was caught off guard with that question.
"Whadaya mean?"
He raised his head, and rested it on his palm. The sun was chiseling out the toned forms of her body, her six pack abs, her strong legs. Her body, just like any kunoichi, had a few scars, but again, that didn't ruin the view. Jiriaya licked his lips.
"Well. a naked girl in the middle of the bedroom. I must ask her where she's going."
She rolled her head back and laugh.
"Take a shower."
He watched her hips sway as she walked away. Her back was pretty. Soft, supple skin and a music note tattooed on her right shoulder. That was a symbol of her last name. Uta.
It was hot, steamy and really wet. That's how she usually liked it. Yanagi took showers at scalding temperatures. She closed her eyes, relaxing as the hot streams bombarded her well tanned skin. She rubbed the back of her neck, reached for a shampoo and squeezed a small amount onto her palm. The liquid was light purple and smelled like blueberries. She LOVED blueberries even though they were so hard to find. She brought her hand to her head and worked it into a rich lather. Yanagi kept her hair short. Simply because it was unruly and she didn't feel justified spending two extra hours on her hair just to brush it. She'd rather sleep. She washed the lather out with her eyes tightly clothes and ran her hand through her hair.
" God.how much did I drink last night" She thought to herself as she lathered up her sponge. "At least I remember who he is.which is a lot more than what I could say for the last two encounters."
She remembered the first time he approached her. She was watching the hidden tournaments, a fight of a hidden leaf gennin against a hidden sand gennin.
"Excuse me, Miss.is this seat taken?"
She smiled to herself. Of course he was a LOT older. She had a slight idea of how MUCH older. But she didn't know for sure. It was a rule of a very bad etiquette to ask someone's age in Sunagakure. Besides. She always knew she had a horrible weakness for older men. Was it because she grew up an orphan, with her sensei being much older than she, and her admiring him from such a young age? There was a reason behind the fact that she has never called Gakusha sensei her father. Simply because he wasn't. He was her sensei. But that never stopped her from admiring him.
And Jiriaya aged VERY well. He looked no older than 30, but she imagined he was way older than 40. And again. She didn't want to ask. It was none of her business.
"Let see."
As the memory of last night returned to her, Yanagi barely held back a gasp. She wore a KIMONO!
"Jesus." She swore right after that word "Just how much DID I like this guy? Wearing a Kimono?"
"Yanagi cha..er..san..you look quite lovely."
"Lovely? I look like a total idiot."
Jiriaya snickered.
"Not true. You look great."
She cringed and stopped rubbing her shoulder.
"Did I blush?"
She shook her head and went back to lathering herself up.
"Remind me to pummel you to the ground, Yanagi."
"Roger" she responded to herself. "Although.."
Suddenly someone knocked.
"Go away, Itio." Yanagi growled. "I'm taking a fucking shower."
The door opened.
"I don't know who that is, but I, Jiriaya, am not jealous. Simply because I am a great, great Sennin."
Yanagi laughed again.
"Saaa.Jiriaya-sama. I'm taking a shower."
"Mmm..I need one too."
The tea pot whistled and stopped, as Yanagi removed it from the stove. She was fully dressed in her usual uniform. She put the dirty sake cups from the table in the sink next to the little stove. Jiriaya sat on the chair, across from the window and waited for her to serve him. She placed some tea cups before him and sat down.
"You know.for the life of me, I can't remember what happened last night." Jiriaya said carefully. Her green eyes watched him and than became two little arches.
"I don't either.But.judging from all these dirty dishes. I say I tried to drink you under the table."
Jiriaya laughed.
"Oh yes. That must have been it. Although. I wish I remembered. I usually can."
She smiled and picked up the tea cup.
"I usually can too. but we really overdid it with the sake last night."
He laughed. She liked the sound of his laughter.
"Yeah. Maybe next time.we'd go easier on the sake, ne, Yanagi-san?"
Her eyes narrowed. Given her quick and violent temper, Jiriaya went pale for a split second.
"Next..time?"
He swallowed hard and nodded.
"I mean..if you.want to..that is..I mean.a date..I mean.we'd go out to dinner."
Her eyes softened immediately.
"I'd love to."
Jiriaya sent thanks to heaven. He really needed to get out of here before he screwd something up and ended up in a hospital bed. He'd much rather end up in that redwood bed, again.
Morning after.
He opened his eyes and groaned. The light was too bright. Sand's mornings were always too bright. Of course. It was the desert. He rolled to his side and grabbed his head. It was throbbing. God. Just how much DID he have to drink, last night? He looked around the room. A simple, large bed out of red wood with a canapy above it, two windows on both sides of the wall and two night stands. Something was painfully familiar in this scene. He turned his head to someone who was asleep, huddled in a blanket, curled up into a tight ball. His hands began to shake.
"Please..don't let it be Orochimaru. please don't let it be Orochimaru" he prayed inside "God.I will never forgive myself if the same thing happens twenty years later..Again.God..I should give up on drinking sake."
He pulled the cover down, just enough to unearth a bunch of bright red hair. He uttered a loud sigh of relief and immediately grabbed his head.
"Damn it." He growled. "How much DID I drink last night?"
It took him a while to realize that he was completely naked. He scanned the room and saw a pile of clothing right on the floor. Some of it was his.and some of it wasn't. Still a bit shaky, he sat up and looked closer. To his relief there was a fiery red, lacy bra and panties to match. He grinned to himself.
"I..Great Jiriaya. seemed to have scored again."
He gloated with pride for a moment.
"But.with..who?"
He rolled over and propped himself on his elbows and began peeling off the cover gently, trying not to wake her up.
"It has to be a her" Jiriaya whispered to himself "Judging by the size of that bra.."
"Good mornin'".
He blinked and realized himself face to face with her. She smirked.
"What's the matter?"
Slowly a sinister grin spread across Jiriaya's face.
"Nothing." He answered as a pair of deeply green eyes followed his every movement, her eyebrow cocked.
Her name was Uta Yanagi, and she was simply the hottest Sand Nin he has ever laid his eyes upon. Yanagi was a strange girl. Tomboyish, crude and violent. She drank sake like a man, swore, smoked and bet. She was twenty- six, a genius Sand Jounin, entrusted with the number one Sand Team, Gaara, Temari and Kankuro. She was tough. Somehow, she reminded him of Tsunade, minus the horrendously large clievage. But Yanagi was blessed enough for him to feel attracted to her. She sat up, blanket uncovering her naked, well trained body. Jiriaya's mouth almost began to water. She smiled and leaned over to give him a good morning kiss. Yanagi had three strange scars on her face. But they didn't take anything away. In fact, they added more to her character. She smiled and hopped off the bed. Jiriaya watched the gravity work it's miracle on her breasts.
"Where are you going?"
She was caught off guard with that question.
"Whadaya mean?"
He raised his head, and rested it on his palm. The sun was chiseling out the toned forms of her body, her six pack abs, her strong legs. Her body, just like any kunoichi, had a few scars, but again, that didn't ruin the view. Jiriaya licked his lips.
"Well. a naked girl in the middle of the bedroom. I must ask her where she's going."
She rolled her head back and laugh.
"Take a shower."
He watched her hips sway as she walked away. Her back was pretty. Soft, supple skin and a music note tattooed on her right shoulder. That was a symbol of her last name. Uta.
It was hot, steamy and really wet. That's how she usually liked it. Yanagi took showers at scalding temperatures. She closed her eyes, relaxing as the hot streams bombarded her well tanned skin. She rubbed the back of her neck, reached for a shampoo and squeezed a small amount onto her palm. The liquid was light purple and smelled like blueberries. She LOVED blueberries even though they were so hard to find. She brought her hand to her head and worked it into a rich lather. Yanagi kept her hair short. Simply because it was unruly and she didn't feel justified spending two extra hours on her hair just to brush it. She'd rather sleep. She washed the lather out with her eyes tightly clothes and ran her hand through her hair.
" God.how much did I drink last night" She thought to herself as she lathered up her sponge. "At least I remember who he is.which is a lot more than what I could say for the last two encounters."
She remembered the first time he approached her. She was watching the hidden tournaments, a fight of a hidden leaf gennin against a hidden sand gennin.
"Excuse me, Miss.is this seat taken?"
She smiled to herself. Of course he was a LOT older. She had a slight idea of how MUCH older. But she didn't know for sure. It was a rule of a very bad etiquette to ask someone's age in Sunagakure. Besides. She always knew she had a horrible weakness for older men. Was it because she grew up an orphan, with her sensei being much older than she, and her admiring him from such a young age? There was a reason behind the fact that she has never called Gakusha sensei her father. Simply because he wasn't. He was her sensei. But that never stopped her from admiring him.
And Jiriaya aged VERY well. He looked no older than 30, but she imagined he was way older than 40. And again. She didn't want to ask. It was none of her business.
"Let see."
As the memory of last night returned to her, Yanagi barely held back a gasp. She wore a KIMONO!
"Jesus." She swore right after that word "Just how much DID I like this guy? Wearing a Kimono?"
"Yanagi cha..er..san..you look quite lovely."
"Lovely? I look like a total idiot."
Jiriaya snickered.
"Not true. You look great."
She cringed and stopped rubbing her shoulder.
"Did I blush?"
She shook her head and went back to lathering herself up.
"Remind me to pummel you to the ground, Yanagi."
"Roger" she responded to herself. "Although.."
Suddenly someone knocked.
"Go away, Itio." Yanagi growled. "I'm taking a fucking shower."
The door opened.
"I don't know who that is, but I, Jiriaya, am not jealous. Simply because I am a great, great Sennin."
Yanagi laughed again.
"Saaa.Jiriaya-sama. I'm taking a shower."
"Mmm..I need one too."
The tea pot whistled and stopped, as Yanagi removed it from the stove. She was fully dressed in her usual uniform. She put the dirty sake cups from the table in the sink next to the little stove. Jiriaya sat on the chair, across from the window and waited for her to serve him. She placed some tea cups before him and sat down.
"You know.for the life of me, I can't remember what happened last night." Jiriaya said carefully. Her green eyes watched him and than became two little arches.
"I don't either.But.judging from all these dirty dishes. I say I tried to drink you under the table."
Jiriaya laughed.
"Oh yes. That must have been it. Although. I wish I remembered. I usually can."
She smiled and picked up the tea cup.
"I usually can too. but we really overdid it with the sake last night."
He laughed. She liked the sound of his laughter.
"Yeah. Maybe next time.we'd go easier on the sake, ne, Yanagi-san?"
Her eyes narrowed. Given her quick and violent temper, Jiriaya went pale for a split second.
"Next..time?"
He swallowed hard and nodded.
"I mean..if you.want to..that is..I mean.a date..I mean.we'd go out to dinner."
Her eyes softened immediately.
"I'd love to."
Jiriaya sent thanks to heaven. He really needed to get out of here before he screwd something up and ended up in a hospital bed. He'd much rather end up in that redwood bed, again.