Part 0009: Jiraiya/Orochimaru
The soft rays of light of the new morning filtered down into the dreary room of the roadside inn that Jiraiya had stopped at for the night. He groaned and forced himself to sit up, the lumpy futon irritating him as he cracked his spine in discomfort. A yawn on his lips he looked down at his still sleeping bed mate. The prostitute unaware of his gaze, the way his eyes moved over her pale flesh and long silky black hair and saw another laying there looking back up at him with golden eyes and a smirk.
Jiraiya frowned as the double image faded and left him with this civilian woman whose name he couldn't remember, not that he cared to remember. He turned away with a sigh and got up, dressing quickly as he collected his things to continue on his way, leaving a reasonable amount beside the woman.
He pulled the door closed behind him refusing to even glance back to avoid seeing those golden eyes again, that smirk, that man who he should hate more than anything in this world. It all always seemed to happen like this on the nights he found company with someone that had his features.
His golden eyes, his pale skin, his long black hair, once he'd even found a woman with those same smirking lips the he'd always seemed to have when he was teasing Jiraiya. This time the resemblance had been so much stronger that more than once he'd almost lost himself in his memories as he held her. His thoughts on the past when he'd held that man close.
It had always been murmured about by the villagers though what they thought they knew barely scratched the surface of the issues Jiraiya and Orochimaru had between the two of them. That name still brought a pause to his thoughts when it came to mind, unnamed emotions swirling through him before he could shove them away and lock them down deep within.
Jiraiya sighed and took his leave of the inn, walking back towards Konoha with the echo of that man's voice in his head, a low breathy moan, "Jiraiya."