Summary: The Sannin battle of a lifetime. The tables turn suddenly as Orochimaru gains the upper hand. Will the other two be able to bounce back in their last ditch effort to trounce the snake eyed Sound ninja?

Rated: K+ for minor language

Word Count: 615

A/N: This one-shot-turned-drabble is dedicated to my two best buddies out here in Japan. We are gonna make the best Sannin ever. Hehe. ;)

Shameless Victory?

A smirk crawled across Orochimaru's face as he stood watching his targets fall one after the other. His attack was perfect. Well-timed, and his aim was beyond compare. He chuckled as he approached. "My, my, my. Looks like I have the upper hand once again, Tsunade…Jiraiya." The other two thirds of the Legendary Sannin looked up at him, pained expressions painted plainly on their faces. Bending down to their level he sniggered, "Heh hm…Your move." He shrugged with a sneer of delight at seeing his two rivals in such a sticky situation. His snake eyes flashed as he turned, walked back to his previous position and waited.

Jiraiya groaned and stood, steadying himself on his knees. He was getting too old for this, but someone had to put this freak in his place. Those eyes gave him the creeps. His body felt heavy, but he couldn't give up now. He knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did. He molded what was left of his chakra --It has to be enough-- and felt the energy begin to rotate in his palm. He stepped forward slowly, gaining momentum as he went. Finally at a sprint he cried, "Eat this!" thrusting the energy-filled sphere. At the brink of exhaustion, having fallen to his knees, the frog hermit slowly lifted his head. A miss… How could he have missed? He could hear Orochimaru laughing as the white-haired ninja knelt, drained, on the ground.

"Tsunade? Care to test your luck?" the gravelly voice taunted her.
"Orochimaru…!" she growled. They had been so close…so close to finally defeating one of the most feared S-class criminals of the six hidden villages. But the Sound Ninja had pulled that last move and blind-sided them both.

Tsunade reluctantly picked herself up, all the while glaring at the pale ninja. Her pride would not allow her to sit by and let him make fools of them once again. Besides, being who she was, she couldn't possibly refuse such an upfront challenge. She stomped passed Jiraiya, now sitting cross-legged and rubbing his head. "Tsunade, ah…you…um…you don't have to…" Jiraiya began, but Tsunade quickly silenced him with a concrete sweep of her hand, stopping it directly in front of his face. "Don't interfere, Jiriaiya. I've had enough of this. He's pushed me too far this time."

As she aimed to strike, she sent up a silent prayer that her attack would hit. She was a seasoned fighter, but long-distance, especially projectiles were not her specialty. As she swung her arm back, the arsenal in her hand moved like a pendulum passing its lowest point and rising. Her arm extended as it came to the end of its arc. "TSUYAAAAAA!" she shouted as she let it fly. The ball screamed a path toward its target and…

--CRASH--

The sound of splintering wood accompanied the debris that flew in every direction. "YES!" she screamed, leaping in triumph and punching the air. "STRIIIKE! Yes, yes, YESSSSSSSS!" Tsunade spun around and grinned at the gaping black-haired Sannin standing next to the score computer. He glanced at the panel, his eye twitching as he read the little numbers in the frame labeled "10." He hissed as he bared his clenched teeth, "Tsunade…you…!"

"Hah HAH! BEAT your sorry ass 58 to 55!"

Still cross-legged on the floor in front of the alley, Jiraiya sighed and rested his head on his hand, elbow propped on his knee. He watched as the other two Sannin bickered and argued, Tsunade throwing chairs that used to be bolted to the floor. He rolled his eyes and thought to himself, "At least I was the one with the fewest gutter balls..."