This is chapter one of my new story. I've been working on this one for a while and have finally finished it. I think that this one has a lot of potential and I'm hoping you all like it and stick with it till the end.

I'm going to make a confession in this authors note and I hope it doesn't stop you from reading my stories. I am a former plagiarizer. I used to have only original stories on my account but they were flamed with over 400 of these awful copypasta flames. I was severely hurt by them, took the stories down, and plagerized good stories in a attempt to get many good reviews to make myself feel better. It didn't help that I have undiagnosed kleptomania. Neither of these are valid excuses, in fact, nothing is. I blocked the original author's and those that discovered my crimes. All I can say is that I am truly sorry, you will never see your stories on my account again, and I am unblocking you all. I would especially would like to apologize to WynterSky, Hope's Survivial, and rhcpftw. I am truly soeven for what I did. I need to thank Luna Goddess of the Night. I don't know what you did, but you shocked me out of the dark place I was in. Thank you. Also, WynterSky, thanks for being my inner Sakura.

All I can say is I'm sorry.

"WAKE UP!"

A white haired boy looked up guiltily as his teacher began to scold him for sleeping. He had been having the nicest dream too, he thought as he sneaked a sideways glance at his classmate Tsunade.

"Jiraiya, how many times do I have to tell you to pay attention in class?" the teacher scolded. This must be the fifth time this week and it's still Monday!"

"But sensei..." Jiraiya complained.

"But nothing! If I catch you again it's detention, so not another word out off you. Got it?"

Jiraiya nodded.

"Good."

With that, the teacher turned away and began to write on a chalkboard in front of the room. Jiraiya yawned and pulled out a notebook, a sketchbook, a pencil and a magazine. He opened the notebook and began to write. While he did this, he snuck glances at Tsunade while peeking down at the magazine and doodling in the sketchbook.

Tsunade caught him glancing at her. "What's this?" She questioned as she picked up the sketchbook.

"Nothing, Tsunade! Nothing at all! Don't look! Please!" He begged frantically.

Tsunade opened the sketchbook. "JIRAIYA! WHY ARE YOU DRAWING ME LIKE THIS? WHY ARE YOU DRAWING ME AT ALL?"

"I was drawing you because I... thought you would look better that way..."

"LETS SEE HOW MUCH BETTER YOU LOOK WHEN I SHOVE MY FIST UP YOUR-"

"ENOUGH!" The teacher yelled. "As punishment everyone must go on a special survival exercise tomorrow."

The entire class groaned, shooting the pair dirty looks. Tsunade threw the sketchbook on the ground and shoved Jiraiya out of his chair as she stormed away. A strange boy with long black hair and pale skin walked over to him.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Jiraiya replied as the boy helped him up.

"I'm Orochimaru." the boy said.

"I'm Jiraiya."

"He's a future pervert." Tsunade burst in.

"I am not! I'm going to be a great ninja, a great author, and a mangaka." Jiraiya shot back stubbornly.

Orochimaru looked from one to the other uncomfortably. Tsunade and Jiraiya whirled around and stormed off.