WARNING: None! yay!

DISLCLAIMER: I own no part of Naruto, be it great or small, though when it comes to all the characters I'll admit I love them all!

A/N: Yeah, on time again - you proud? I am! Well, I hope you all had a minutes silence in respect for the dead today and well . . . Enjoy the read! Peace out :)

Jiraiya – November 11th

The water was warm against her worn-out body and Tsunade relished the feeling of it as it contrasted with the cool night air on her neck and shoulders. The bath may have been closed to the public but this woman was Hokage goddamit, she could bathe whenever she wanted to! And night time was when she wanted to. It was only under cover of night that Tsunade felt safe from the prying eyes of a certain silver-haired ex-teammate. Only in the dark could she drop her constant guard.

However, this still wasn't always a good idea.

In the back of her mind, Tsunade could sense the perverted snickers of one Jiraiya – author of the Icha Icha series and lecher of magnificent proportions. She sighed deeply.

"Oh Jiraiya?" she called sweetly, and the quiet chuckling stopped almost immediately. "I know you're there . . ." she extended her senses to encompass the vicinity of the bath house and picked out Jiraiya's place with ease "hiding on the roof – isn't that a little obvious?"

Jiraiya appeared to have given up hiding judging by his confident response of: "Maybe so, but it's a good view and far enough away to avoid your close-range attacks."

Tsunade smirked, her hand reaching slowly towards the wooden bowl of soaps, shampoos and towels. "Is that so?" she asked and she could see Jiraiya nodding smugly in her minds eye "then try this!" she called and flicked the dish at him with deadly accuracy.

Jiraiya ducked on reflex and the dish sailed harmlessly over his head, but as a result of hi quick movement was the loss of his balance and he fell straight from the roof onto the stone floor below.

Not what I was aiming for, but not a total loss either. Tsunade thought to herself as she slipped out of the water and wrapped a towel securely round her torso.

"Oi" she muttered, nudging the fallen Jiraiya with her toe "OI!"

"Ughhhh" came the groan

"Well at least you're not dead"

Jiraiya snorted "Well thank Kami for small mercies" he muttered and tried to sit up, but instead fell straight back down again with another groan.

Tsunade sighed again. Kneeling down she picked up Jiraiya's head and rested it on her knees, stroking his hair absent-mindedly "you're such an idiot" she murmured gently.

"Are you drunk?" he asked suspiciously and the blonde woman scowled.

"No . . . at least not very"

"Well then you wont mind kissing this better will you?" he said, gesturing in the vague direction of his head.

"As if you need it – you cracked the paving with your head, not the other way around" she informed him brutally, but bent down and gave him a large smooch on the forehead all the same, continuing to cradle his head in her lap.

"Do you need a favour perhaps?" he asked again and Tsunade snorted in disdain.

"No. Just consider it the best birthday present of your life"

"EH? But it's not my birthday yet . . ."

"It just turned one o clock. It's been your birthday for a whole hour already"

"It has? Well then . . . as per the bet you lost on your last birthday, you have to be my slave for the whole day" Tsunade said nothing, trying desperately to think of a way out of this situation but finding none. "First things first" Jiraiya continued "I haven't done any research in a while, and you know what that means right?"

There was no hope. There never had been a way out of "research" and there never would be. With a resigned sigh, Tsunade began to loosen the towel around her. "You had really better appreciate this you pervert"

"Don't worry" he replied with a triumphant grin "I'll just consider it my best birthday present ever"

OWARI!