Orochimaru
I don't own Naruto even though I wish I did…
Sannin one shot, centered on Orochimaru and Jiraiya's thought's of his 'talents'.
They didn't need their Sensei to tell them there was something strange about the kid. They didn't need his constant hushing motions whenever Orochimaru did something strange. They had common sense. He was a weird kid with a bad past and a bizarre bloodlust. He was something in between human and snake and maniac, and it probably wasn't safe to stay around him for too long.
Jiraiya was quick to notice anything even remotely suggestive. The way, when blood spattered on his face, Orochimaru would flick his tongue across the crimson liquid, lapping it up like water. It wasn't something one easily noticed, he was so quick about it, but Jiraiya had gotten used to seeing it by now. Jiraiya's kills were clean and fast, like an assassin's. Tsunade's were committed with the hands of a healer, and could easily be mistaken for natural deaths if they didn't happen in such large numbers. Orochimaru's were more like slaughter. Blood was everywhere, and pooled in every crevice. He was messy where they were neat.
Tsunade was used to deformed body parts. She was used to grossly mutated intestines and bloated features. She was familiar with missing limbs and morphed figures. The one thing though, that she couldn't get used to was Orochimaru's damn tongue. It was just so long…and…well…gross. She wasn't blind to the simple things like Jiraiya thought she was. She noticed how, when they were on long missions and everyone was too exhausted to move, Orochimaru's tongue would shoot across the room and click the lights off. She stopped touching light switches after the first time.
Sensei wasn't stupid. He realized the kid was a freak of nature, assigned to his team because nobody else could even look at the child without trembling. He was gray for Pete's sake. He'd heard of people of every color and every race imaginable, but who was honestly gray! It just wasn't right, but then again, neither were his eyes. Barely slits for pupils, he resembled a reptile of some kind. He was sure that there was some interspecies breeding going on in that family. It just wasn't right.
The team fought. They fought with each other and they fought other people. They screamed and yelled like normal people, and at least once a week, Tsunade would attempt to smash through Jiraiya's skull. They functioned like a true family unit, if not a strange one. Everyone's opinion mattered, and silence was taboo.
In all their years as a team, only one thing would ever be kept silent…
Nobody who had a tongue that long and looked that feminine could be anything but gay.