Jiraiya/Sakura
The men always talked about it; hell, they never shut up. They read it and compared how many positions they knew, or if they could make a woman orgasm like that. Sakura didn't understand the fascination, but she was a woman, and the sexes tended to not see eye-to-eye on the subject of porn.
Still, she was curious.
During a lunch break from her shift at the hospital, she saw an Icha Icha Tactics lying innocently on an end table. She walked over, onigiri in hand, and picked it up. She read the page that it was opened to an cocked an eyebrow. Really, this was what the fuss was over?
She read and ate absently. Gods, it was atrocious. She snapped the book shut, wiped stray grains of rice from around her mouth, confiscated the book, and shoved it into her own bag. She would have a word with Naruto's mentor as soon as her day was through.
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Sakura walked into the bar and scanned it with eyes trained to pick up the smallest of details; however, it was not difficult to see the white-haired sannin surrounded by busty, beautiful women. If she had missed his apperance, she would have definitly have heard his laugh; it echoed through the bar, after all.
'Alcohol,' Sakura thought with mild distaste. But that was not the reason for her being here.
Sakura walked up to the sannin's table and threw the Icha Icha onto the table in front of him.
"You're the author, right?" she asked.
Jiraiya blinked at her, then looked at the table where the book lay. A lewd grin spread across his face, and he proclaimed proudly, "Yes, I write it."
"You're an awful writer."
Jiraiya was about to agree when he did a double take. "Wait. What?"
"Your writing is awful, and not because of the subject matter. Guys need to soothe their urges somehow." Sakura placed her hands on her hips. "You grammar is on par with an elementary school student's, your sentence structure and flow of your stories suck more than the women in your 'novels', and you really don't know how a woman will react, do you?"She accused.
Jiraiya stared at her, open-mouthed. He frowned, then growled, "What right do you have to say that? It sells well enough."
"Ah, but it could sell better. For example," Sakura picked up the book, "this is what you write."
She unabashedly read an excerpt which left the women around Jiraiya blushing and giggling, and Jiraiya looking satisfied.
"Good, isn't it?"
"No. This is how good," Sakura said and re-read the passage with corrections she had made.
The women blushed even more and Jiraiya merely stared. Once Sakura was finished reading she snapped the book shut and gave Jiraya a "Well?" look.
"You changed almost nothing...why did it sound..."
"Better? Because I know the difference between a regular story and a well-written one." Sakura paused in thought, then said, "I'll make you an offer."
Jiraiya looked skeptical. "What?"
"You write the stories. Just send them to me when you're finished with them so I can edit. I will do nothing to really change the story; I won't steal characters, or ideas, or other nonsense; why would I want to? I don't even like the series. Then compare how well your sales do. If they did better before I edited, fine, don't send them to me. If they do better, though..."
Jiraiya frowned and thought. The women around him cajoled him and teased him into deciding to let Sakura try. Sakura smiled and bowed a farewell.
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The next morning she found a manuscript in her mailbox with instructions on where to send it when she was done editing and an offer to give her 25 of the sales if all went well. Sakura smiled and tucked the papers into her bag and headed into the hospital; now she had something to do during her breaks.
-The End-
Author: Hope you liked it. I did my best, and apologize for any errors in character, grammar, or otherwise, and if it was not what you were looking for. It was a challenge, and thank you for requesting!