Back Then

by Yoshiko Hatake

Chapter 1: Old Man-Young Man

Meet your senpai. The perverted jounin, trains a young female ninja who wants to become an elite-ninja. Can you smell disaster? But then their story takes a turn for the worst as time passes. JiraiyaXOC

Don’t get me wrong, I really like the JiraiyaXTsunade pairing, but I thought it’d be fun to do something like this. Hehe.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Iwase Reiko, is my character.

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Man, today has got to be the worst day ever! Summer, I just hate summer. When will the snow come?!

Today sucks. In the morning, I woke up and found out the milk had turned bad, so I had to throw that out. I had run out of eggs for an omelet, so I ended up spending the money I was going to use for some more supplies on breakfast. Then, I go to the bathhouse for a quick refreshing bath. And guess what happens, there’s this huge uproar on some pervert peeking at them. So I couldn’t even get in. I had to go all the way back home, ignore my stupid land lord about rent, and take a shower. I can already smell how bad this day will become.

Boy was I right on the money. Sure enough, I had to go see hokage-sama. Not only is my idiot sensei not capable of training me anymore, but now, I have to meet me new sensei.

Kami, why are you punishing me? Is it for pushing that little kid into a river? Because, I swear he came out perfectly fine. Okay, so I had to do CPR, so what. He was okay. It wasn’t that big of a river.

I finally arrived at the Hokage tower, I stared up at it. I, a chuunin, was too lazy to join the ANBU, like all my other ‘acquaintances’ had. So, I wanted to become a jounin, train young minds. Be their sensei, so they look up to me. Or maybe something not along those lines.

I was trudging up the steps as I stared out at the village.

Maybe children aren’t safe around me. Just maybe. I was born into this village, so I had come to love it. I never had any parents, so I was able to take care of myself. Most of the time, that is. I probably did have someone looking after me when I was really young. But I can’t remember. So for now, I still live by myself, trying to keep myself sane.

I stood in front of the door, and knocked.

“Enter.”

I opened the door and stuck my head in. I saw the old man sitting at his desk. I looked around. No one in sight. I walked in and smiled at him.

“Hokage-sama, you called on me?”

“Yes, Iwase, Reiko.” He said, “We’ve picked out your new sensei. Well for the time being that is.”

I nodded, “Who is he?”

“Sadly, I can’t introduce you to him yet.”

“Why?” I asked with a stupid look on my face.

“Because, he’s not here yet.” I mentally cursed. Great, another idiot.

“So, should I come back later, or…”

“No, no, he’ll be here. We’ll just wait.”

I nodded.

-4 hours later-

“Can I go now?”

“Yes.”

So I left all the while promising to return around 9. Which would be about 3 hours from now. He’s bound to show up, right? Oh, I hope so.

I walked the streets of the village, the sun was setting, meaning everyone was setting down to their own dinner with family. People they loved, friends, oh food. Yes, I was getting hungry. I noticed the ramen bar and quickly jogged over to it. I walked in and there was a man sitting at the counter. He had extremely long white hair. I stared at it.

“Hey, old man, you’re going to need a hair cut.” I found myself saying, then I slapped a hand over my face. The person started to turn around in his chair.

Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap! This is the part where the old guy is really really strong and can probably break me in half. I’m no good in hand to hand combats, only genjutsu and far away tactics. Oh man, I’m dead, we’re too close for me to defend myself.

He continued to turn around, and finally he was staring straight at me. Shit, this is the part where the heroine dies. I mean, oh who cares what I mean!

The man, turned out to be young. Really young, most likely in his 20’s. Or 30’s, I couldn’t tell the hair was throwing me off.

“Excuse me?” He asked.

“Uh…” My mouth was agape as I continued to drone.

“Look kid, have some respect to your elders.”

How old did he think I was? Okay, so I was somewhat short, five foot flat is not that short. and didn’t look my age. But so what? I was twenty-one! I could legally drink all I want! Yeah, like I’d drink. But come on! I’m twenty-one! 2-1!

“Y-Yes sir. But how old are you?”

He stopped and stared at me.

“How old are you?”

I stopped, mentally I had the mind of about a sixteen year old. A really slow minded, sixteen year old.

“How old do you think?”

“Twelve.”

My heart nearly stopped. Even at my height at that age, people thought I was at least 7. But, hello, that’s nearly half my age.

I shook my head quickly, “I’m 21!” I snapped.

“Very funny.” He paid for his meal, patted my head and was off.

I was fuming, I took a seat at the counter and ordered the usual. Maybe a bit more snappish then usual.

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I was walking out of the shelter of the ramen bar and looked at my watch, two more hours to spare. I had to find something to do. So I made my way to the bathhouse all while wondering just how stupid people could be these days.

Soon I arrived at the bathhouse. After doing my essential things, I sat in the large tub, and leaned my head back, before long, I released a sigh.

I was dozing off into peace and oblivion when I heard screaming.

I sighed irritated, “What is it now?” I looked up and saw the girls trying to cover themselves up with their towels, and run away. I looked around and noticed white hair.

I groaned, I’d only seen that shockingly white hair on someone who was agile enough to look over the fence like that. Unfortunately it was the old man again.

“Oyaji!” I yelled trying to get his attention so I can give him an earful on what I had to say. Slowly I stood up while I pulled the towel around myself.

“Great, it’s only the flat chested one left.”

“.?” I was slowly dragging my feet over to him. An aura of death surrounding me.

“No! No! I was just joking!“ He pleaded. Well the rest wasn’t pretty. But he paid for the broken fence, and the ripped up towels, and a few pipes.

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It was 9:30 pm. Who cared if I was late? I had a perfectly good reason. Stupid pervert got caught peeking. Girl tried to kill him. Simple.

I opened the door and walked in.

“You’re late.” A voice spoke, it wasn’t the Hokage.

“YOU!” We both yelled pointing and staring at one another in shock.

“Ah, you two are already aquatinted.” Was all that the Sandaime said.

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Well hope you all enjoyed it. More on the way later. Probably the first time I’ll be doing an OC character not paired with Kakashi, that and not exactly sane. Haha. Also, it’ll be my first fanfic in this format. I like a certain degree of constructive criticism, don't be mean.

-Yoshiko Hatake