Summary: Tsunade gets pissed at the other two Sannin for their insufferable tendency to…well…just read and find out!
Rated: K+ for minor language
Word Count: 754
A/N: For Kat because of her Sasuke and Naruto plushie fixation. I think they're damn cute. (and I wish I had a Kakashi...)
Everyone's an Otaku
DON…DON…DON
"Crap! No!"
A frustrated Tsunade
jumped up and down as she frantically beat the shit out the taiko
drum. The beats rushed by on the screen and cute little characters
taunted her every time she missed. Taiko Master was only one of
the many
video games she played, but athough she was good at it, the Game
Center was usually left with one or two broken drums before the day
was over.
Orochimaru on the other hand loved the UFO catcher. He spent countless hours feeding 100 yen coins into the deceiving claw-grabber machines, trying to retrieve plushies and other goodies that were just too heavy for the rigged claw to pick up. He growled, brow furrowed in determination as the claw nicked and missed the plushie closest to the drop slot. He'd been trying for over an hour already, damnit!
And where was Jiraiya during all this? Well…to him, the Game Center meant only one thing. --PRINT CLUBS--. Why, might you ask? He wasn't necessarily interested in the pretty photos, hip backgrounds, or graffiti you could digitally apply afterward. The Game Center meant print clubs…but print clubs meant girls. Cute, giggling girls, mostly of the high school variety. Nothing could compare to the haven he found in the corner of the Game Center that housed the ingenious machines. Though, whenever he succeeded in staking out a perfect spot, the pickings were always scarce.
"GYAAAAAAHH!"
A scream over by the
video games. Jiraiya sighed. Nothing's happening over here
anyway. I guess I'll go survey the damage. He made his way over
to the smoking mass of wires and smashed computer parts, a nonchalant
expression on his painted face. "You know…with all the money you
don't win at gambling, it's a wonder you have any to live
off of after fiascos like this."
"Shut UP, Jiraiya."
It was difficult to tell who was smoldering more, Tsunade or the
machine. "I was soCLOSE! The title of Taiko Tatsujin was
almost MINE! It's those STUPID Savage Garden songs—they're so
ANNOYING!"
"Tsunade." A raspy
voice brought her back from the rant into which she was about to
explode.
"What." She shot
the newcomer an annoyed glance at the deranged look he gave her. She
knew that look… "What is it, Orochimaru," she sighed.
"There's a boy I want."
"What!"
"There's a toy I want."
"Well, have Jiraiya help you," she said, more than exasperated with the smoking pile of rubble. As she turned to elbow the frog hermit, she and Orochimaru exchanged a knowing glance as they watched him scampering off to the now crowded Print Club corner. Tsunade rolled her eyes as she heard a couple screams escape from a pair of traumatized girls scuttling from the area.
"Alright, fine.
Here's another 500 yen."
He took the coin, a
savage hunger in his serpent eyes. He could get six turns for the
price of five with this! Next time, surely…he would emerge
victorious!
...5 minutes later...
"NO!"
Orochimaru slammed his
pale hands up against the plexiglass and peered in at his unreachable
prey. Sonofa… How long was it gonna take damnit!
Tsunade appeared behind him in a flash. "Orochimaru…!" she
exclaimed when she saw what he was aiming for.
"I must have
him, Tsunade. You don't understand." He pressed his face up
against the window, desperation in his eyes.
Tsunade's fists clenched as she tried to restrain herself. This was ridiculous! For goodness sake, how many did he need! They had hit up every game center in the six villages and even bought out EBay. Yet here he was again, the greedy bastard, back for more!
"For the love of…!" She smashed it. The UFO catcher squeaked and died as her fist shattered the plastic window. She had only meant to vent a little of her frustration but…uurrrraaaaggghhhh! Screw it! She stormed off to find Jiraiya and get the hell out of there, cuz goddamnit, her game was broken and she just wanted to leave. After she had thundered off, Orochimaru turned his gaze back upon the spoils littered before him, and grinned.
...30 seconds later...
Heads turned and eyes stared, but nobody dared say a word as the three Legendary Ninja stalked out of the disaster zone that used to be the Konoha Game Center. Tsunade, still fuming, stormed ahead while a straggling Jiraiya, black eye and all, trudged behind. Exiting last, smug as ever was Orochimaru, grinning and chortling to himself, arms loaded with Sasuke plushies…
