Jiraiya awoke with sharp head pains. What the hell is this? He groaned as he rolled over in his bed, burying his face into the pillow and breathing in.

"Gah!" He yelped and scrambled out of the bed; the distinct smell of Orochimaru tainted the pillow's case. What on Earth…?

"Ah, it's good to see you awake, Jiraiya. I was about to wake you up myself." A sly voice found its way to Jiraiya, who was standing in nothing but a pair of very short pyjama shorts.

Jiraiya turned sharply, not surprised to see the assistant, Kabuto, standing close behind Orochimaru. "Well done, Kabuto. He looks exactly like he did… then."

Kabuto nodded. "Why thank you, Lord Orochimaru. If I may say, he is a lot smaller than I imagined."

Jiraiya cringed. He didn't want to know what they were talking about. Until he realized that he looked… shorter than Orochimaru. He gasped.

What happened to him?

He flung out his arms and inspected them, watching the smirk on Orochimaru's face grow. His arms looked slimmer, and certainly less muscular. He turned away from Orochimaru and Kabuto, tears shimmering in his eyes.

How could he do this to me? He knew that I didn't want this! How could he put me in my 16-year-old body?

"Figured it out yet, Jiraiya?" Orochimaru padded his way towards the other sannin, a smile plastered on his face.

"How dare you do this to me! What give you the right?" Jiraiya's fist was clenched tightly beside his hip, fully prepared to punch the other. He vented his anger by growling, eyes scanning the other's body.

Looks like he did when he was 16. He's still too afraid to grow old. Such a coward.


Jiraiya is visibly angered by my choices to change his body shape. I should ask why, but I am cautious of his reaction. He may not know it yet, but he still has his monstrous abilities from before. He will realize this if I bait him, but he may feel his strength within already.

"I did this because I love you. I did this against your consent, because I love you. Even though you said no before."

Jiraiya's eyes widened. It's been years since I heard him say such things.

"Do not lie to me. You did this for your own benefit because you are selfish." Kabuto gasped, yes, he had heard Jiraiya and Orochimaru dispute in the past, but the audacity of the white haired sannin was truly surprising.

Orochimaru raised an eye brow. "Do you really believe that?"

Jiraiya glanced at the mirror on the wall, and made no attempt to hide his tears. "Yes." Jiraiya flinched as Orochimaru pulled him into an embrace, lips to Jirayia's ear.

"You don't love me," Jiraiya muttered, pushing softly at the brunette's chest. "Get off me."

Orochimaru didn't budge.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Jiraiya screamed, roughly pushing Orochimaru's shoulders away before bolting out of the bedroom and down the hall.

"Great. I have never been able to beat Jiraiya when it came to running." Orochimaru finished before running after Jiraiya.


When Jiraiya ran past, Sasuke was more than surprised. He was in for a bigger shock when he saw Orochimaru running, quite uncharacteristically, after the white haired male.

"JIRAIYA! You don't know where you're going!"

Sasuke raised an eyebrow.

The boy, or man, named 'Jiraiya' stopped in his tracks, before swinging around and unexpectedly punching Orochimaru in the face. Orochimaru staggered before taking off after the other as Jiraiya began the chase again.


After about 10 minutes of running, the sound 5 trudged out to watch the show. Little did they know, Jiraiya wasn't in the mood.

"Can I help you?!"

Orochimaru staggered suddenly at Jiraiya's halt and fell on top of the other male. Grunting was heard before a clear view was shown of the two.

Jiraiya's legs were twisted around Orochimaru's waist, making their positions look very suggestive and… natural? Jiraiya's eyes widened. "Get off me you pervert!"

Orochimaru didn't stop the other male as he ran back into the room he awoke in. Jiraiya needed time alone. Even he understood that.


Later that night, Orochimaru suggested to Kabuto that maybe Jiraiya needed some comfort.

"Oh no, no, no, Lord Orochimaru. Jiraiya needs a lot of time alone to deal with this emotional and physical blow. Just give it some time."

He sighed, annoyed and went to Jiraiya's room anyway.

He knocked on the door, but got no answer. The snake sannin opened the door and peeked inside, only to see a lump in the bed.

"I don't want to talk to you at the moment, Orochimaru." Jiraiya didn't move as Orochimaru sat beside him on the bed. The snake sannin extended an arm and touched Jiraiya's shoulder softly.

"I didn't think you would be this angry."

Jiraiya shot up. "What the fuck? You had absolutely no fucking right to do wha –" Orochimaru's pale lips gently touched the other's, a pale hand buried deep within the white locks.

Orochimaru applied to pressure to the kiss, and pulled away after a few seconds. Jiraiya's eyes were closed, and he was biting his lip softly. When his eyes did open, Jiraiya grabbed Orochimaru's shoulder and rest his head in the warm crevice.

"Stop playing mind games on me."