Travels with a Hermit Part 5
"Here. Drink up kid." Jiraiya says from his position across from Naruto. Naruto looks into the huge-tiny-shot glass with a small frown. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Naruto says taking the glass into his hand. Oh coincidences. It's the same age, brand, and style as the last time he drank. The time he vowed to never drink ever again. Did a second life count as a part of that vow made on a white couch that stood impossibly undamaged and completely free of dust and debris amidst that ruined town? He sat with a friend as colored confetti rained down around them; he was helpless as that friend finally found his Eden. And it was there, on that couch, next to his friend's corpse that he vowed to never drink a drop of alcohol of any kind.
Jiraiya's voice jars him from his depressing thoughts.
"To survival." He says with a wacky grin. Naruto's plastic smile appears and Jiraiya wonders if it was something he said.
"Survival." Naruto says standing up before pouring the drink out on the floor. After he sets the glass back on the table he makes his way to his hotel room.
Jiraiya doesn't return until morning and when he does there is no trace of the sobbing mass of flesh that he would have found if he had followed his charge back to their room.
AN:/if you saw on my profile I went to Florida to find some inspiration...I found nothing but a cold. This might be the last post in this story for a while, if you have any plot ideas you'd like to see written down, leave a review and I'll see what I can do. It doesn't have to be a TwaH plot, anything Naruto/Vash you can think of, it can even go against something I've already written since technically these are all oneshots.