Post by thavenger on Aug 1, 2007 21:20:00 GMT -5
Genre: Humorous Romance
Jiraiya & mystery women
"Jiraiya's One Shot At Love"
The clouds fluctuated over the entire population of Konoha in the windy October sky. Usually at this time of the day one could see the burgundy sun slowly abate over the horizon, but today, the sun seemed to stop short of its meandering journey and disappeared halfway into the sky.
Over looking the women's section of the fountain laundered about a robust, ‘middle-aged’ man. One could see from the frame and build that he was everything but a flaccid haggard but his hair, white to its entirety, often told otherwise. Seeing from the demeanor and looks of this man, nobody could imagine that this was one of his lusty endeavors. Teenagers often lurked around the fences of the opposite gender’s side in a pursuit to catch a glimpse, however, who could have thought that a man, whose instincts should have been blunted by the extra decades and marriage, could be peeking so conspicuously?
Only Jiraiya, also known by his authentic name Ero-Senin, had the backbone or audacity to do such a thing. His spasmodic seriousness and lust was known by all who knew him. He was a fictional writer of all things “ero(wrong/perverted)” and was very much an “Ero-Senin” in his own rights.
When confronted by an angry guard, whom had just been told of Jiraiya presence on the wrong side of the fountain by a deeply chagrined guest who claimed that Jiraiya had his eyes transfixed on her, Jiraiya simply gave the same clichéd excuse he gave to all other guards who all inquired about his astray presence.
“I am very sorry to have embarrassed your guest as well as diminishing the integrity of this place. The fact is that I come from waterfall village where the symbols are quite different so…… I could not quite recognize the symbol.” said Jiraiya as he tried to recapitulate his old story line. The guard, still strikingly infuriated, acquiesced to his seemingly false tale and simply led him to the designated side.
“Coping with a couple decades without one act of procreation is hard…”Jiraiya sighed deeply as he contemplated on the next place for him to visit. He was truly running out of places to go, or at least accessible places, and he was having little luck in baiting ladies with his masculine figure. He knew his women search at this place was over; he decided to cuff in his lust for today and spend his time actually relaxing and toning his muscle in the fountain.
“Ji-rai-ya-sa-ma!”
Immediately Jiraiya sprang up in search of that painstakingly sweet voice. His surroundings all seemed evanescent and he became captivated at the enamored face peeking over the wall.
“Could you please come and sit with me?” she whimpered “I am terribly lonely.”
If Jiraiya had been couple decades younger, he would have jumped over that fence and caressed every inch of her in a heart beat. But he was learned man, and he mustered all of his courage and used the gate adjacent to the fence to get across.
Even through the mist, he could see the feminine outline of his mysterious greeter who had talked to him sincerely, almost as if they had been acquaintances for years.
Under his breath he muttered “Magnifico…”
His heart raced faster with each step he took as the outline became clearer and clearer. Finally, he became within reaching range of this new acquaintance and he could now see her distinct face. He constantly reminded himself to gaze at a spot on her forehead as to be as gentlemanly as he could ever hope to be.
His mind suddenly went blank. Jiraiya couldn’t believe what he was seeing, she was everything he could ever fantasize about coming true. The more he looked, the more untained and pure she became. The more he looked, the more apprehensive he became of the… whiskers….
“I’m going to kill you, n…..”
“NARUTO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The End!Next Time at tmr August 3rd i well post a awesome new fanfic
Jiraiya & mystery women
"Jiraiya's One Shot At Love"
The clouds fluctuated over the entire population of Konoha in the windy October sky. Usually at this time of the day one could see the burgundy sun slowly abate over the horizon, but today, the sun seemed to stop short of its meandering journey and disappeared halfway into the sky.
Over looking the women's section of the fountain laundered about a robust, ‘middle-aged’ man. One could see from the frame and build that he was everything but a flaccid haggard but his hair, white to its entirety, often told otherwise. Seeing from the demeanor and looks of this man, nobody could imagine that this was one of his lusty endeavors. Teenagers often lurked around the fences of the opposite gender’s side in a pursuit to catch a glimpse, however, who could have thought that a man, whose instincts should have been blunted by the extra decades and marriage, could be peeking so conspicuously?
Only Jiraiya, also known by his authentic name Ero-Senin, had the backbone or audacity to do such a thing. His spasmodic seriousness and lust was known by all who knew him. He was a fictional writer of all things “ero(wrong/perverted)” and was very much an “Ero-Senin” in his own rights.
When confronted by an angry guard, whom had just been told of Jiraiya presence on the wrong side of the fountain by a deeply chagrined guest who claimed that Jiraiya had his eyes transfixed on her, Jiraiya simply gave the same clichéd excuse he gave to all other guards who all inquired about his astray presence.
“I am very sorry to have embarrassed your guest as well as diminishing the integrity of this place. The fact is that I come from waterfall village where the symbols are quite different so…… I could not quite recognize the symbol.” said Jiraiya as he tried to recapitulate his old story line. The guard, still strikingly infuriated, acquiesced to his seemingly false tale and simply led him to the designated side.
“Coping with a couple decades without one act of procreation is hard…”Jiraiya sighed deeply as he contemplated on the next place for him to visit. He was truly running out of places to go, or at least accessible places, and he was having little luck in baiting ladies with his masculine figure. He knew his women search at this place was over; he decided to cuff in his lust for today and spend his time actually relaxing and toning his muscle in the fountain.
“Ji-rai-ya-sa-ma!”
Immediately Jiraiya sprang up in search of that painstakingly sweet voice. His surroundings all seemed evanescent and he became captivated at the enamored face peeking over the wall.
“Could you please come and sit with me?” she whimpered “I am terribly lonely.”
If Jiraiya had been couple decades younger, he would have jumped over that fence and caressed every inch of her in a heart beat. But he was learned man, and he mustered all of his courage and used the gate adjacent to the fence to get across.
Even through the mist, he could see the feminine outline of his mysterious greeter who had talked to him sincerely, almost as if they had been acquaintances for years.
Under his breath he muttered “Magnifico…”
His heart raced faster with each step he took as the outline became clearer and clearer. Finally, he became within reaching range of this new acquaintance and he could now see her distinct face. He constantly reminded himself to gaze at a spot on her forehead as to be as gentlemanly as he could ever hope to be.
His mind suddenly went blank. Jiraiya couldn’t believe what he was seeing, she was everything he could ever fantasize about coming true. The more he looked, the more untained and pure she became. The more he looked, the more apprehensive he became of the… whiskers….
“I’m going to kill you, n…..”
“NARUTO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The End!Next Time at tmr August 3rd i well post a awesome new fanfic