TraditionTsunade sat her desk, doing the dreaded paperwork. She would have been drinking instead, had Shizune not taken away every single bottle she had hidden in the room. With out her saké, she had no choice but to do the paperwork. Of course, Tsunade still had her thoughts to distract her.Tradition by Ability-King-KK
Her first round of thoughts took her back years to when she was a kid and on the same team with Jiraiya and Orochimaru. She remembered when Jiraiya constantly got on her nerves and she would take her anger out on him by bringing her fists down on his head every time he'd ask her for a date. It wasn't until years later that she had finally relented and went out with him, hoping that he'd stop asking her if she did. That had backfired on her as she actually had a nice time on their first date. What surprised her even more was that he acted like a perfect gentleman. She wouldn't admit it out loud, but she preferred Pe
One More Night- JiraTsuDummy I sobbed, as I let the tears break free ad flow down my cheeks That idiot. Why did I let him go? I knew this would happen One More Night- JiraTsu by Kisa-Koufuku
Why did you leave me Jiraiya?
I thought you would be with me forever Even when Orochimaru died. But the Densetsu no Sannin are no more. What did I expect? But You were always there Well, one way or another, I guess God, you were such a pervert!
I glanced up. Without noticing I had wandered to a bar, the one I always went to with Jiraiya. It was closed now, but I still just sat there, waiting for the man I knew would never come. The tears started to flow again. I tried to wipe them away, if anyone saw me, the Hokage, crying in a deserted bar, theyd think I was crazy. But the tears wouldnt stop.
Well THIS is unusual.
My head spun around to see who had discovered me. I froze. Have I been drinking? Cause I swear this cant be real.
the secret...I don't own Naruto T-Tthe secret... by nine-orcids
The blonde Hokage looked at the man in front of her. How would her react when he found out the secret she had held for so long? Where their drunken night had led
"Alright Tsunade-hime, what is it you wanted to tell me?" the tall, white haired man asked. She looked into the eyes of her oldest friend.
"Do you remember when I left the village the first time?" He looked at her with a look of sadness and confusion on his face. It wasn't a memory he held fondly. "Yeah, you left after that one party held by Yuki." he said. His face showing him replaying memories.
"Have you ever wondered why I left?" He snapped out of his reminiscing, and looked at her, a serious expression on his face. "I've wondered many times why you left, hime. Are you going to tell me?" he asked, looking at her expectantly. She looked away, sadness filling her eyes. She took her time before looking back, grief evident in her expression. He could tell that something about the memory broug