Track 3: Friends Never Say Goodbye.
Title: Track 3: Friends Never Say Goodbye.
Fandom: Naruto.
Warnings: Slash/shounen ai, spoiler-ish for the sannin story.
Characters/couples: Jiraiya/Orochimaru.
Summary: Orochimaru gets hurt and Jiraiya... is Jiraiya.
Rating: PG13 for Jiraiya's mouth.
Track 3: Friends Never Say Goodbye.
Who's to say who's right or wrong?
Who's cause is brave or run?
Still we are, have always been...
We'll never be as one.
Jiraiya was grinning. No, not only his usual idiotic, annoying, bastardly, imbecile, stupid grins, but the self sufficient ‘I’m so much better than you’ grin that he wore whenever he was wrong or whenever he won against him.
If Orochimaru had been able, he’d have strangled the chuunin if only to wipe that smirk from the teenager’s face because it still had only been a handful of times he had won at anything against him. As it was, with both arms broken and lying in a hospital bed, beaten to an inch of his life (too close for comfort, he had really seen it close), the best he could do was to close his eyes and will him away as one might do with a particularly tricky Genjutsu.
“C’mon.” said the all-too-real-nightmarish ninja. He was also heavily bandaged and Tsunade had screamed at them so much that Orochimaru was almost convinced that his hearing was never going to completely recover. “Admit it. I saved your skinny ass.”
“…”
“Admit it. You were wrong, you disobeyed Sarutobi-sensei and that almost cost us the mission and, yeah, our lives. ”
And it was coming again. Orochimaru rolled his eyes, wishing that he could also roll to his side and give his back to the bastard. Even better, be able to go out of the fucking hospital.
“Oh, no, wait! Not our lives because I was fine! Your life! C’mon, Orochi-bastard, admit it. I was right, you were wrong. You’re not invincible!”
“… for now.”
“What was that?” He could feel the idiot’s grin and gaze upon him and Orochimaru thought what would be worst. Admitting that he had been almost, possibly, kind of in the right assumption or have Jiraiya pestering him all the night and possibly longer if he continued ignoring him. He gave a miniscule sigh, wishing that his arms weren’t broken again so he could strangle his teammate.
Something happened then because the next thing he knew, he was being pushed to the side of the bed, Jiraiya flopping in it, also stealing half of his pillow.
“You better no kick, bastard.”
“And just what do you think you’re doing?” Orochimaru asked, trying not to panic when Jiraiya took his arm to get on his back, letting the injured limb resting over his stomach.
“Taking care of the crybaby, of course. Again. Now, sleep. I’ve to wake up before the mednins and Tsunade to go outta here and to the public baths.”
And just with that, Jiraiya closed his eyes, completely invading his personal space even more than he had already done.
Muttering a curse, Orochimaru also closed his eyes, willing sleep to come. But of course, it couldn’t be that simple. Just a couple of seconds after the silence was actually becoming lulling, Orochimaru discovered that Jiraiya snored.
Fandom: Naruto.
Warnings: Slash/shounen ai, spoiler-ish for the sannin story.
Characters/couples: Jiraiya/Orochimaru.
Summary: Orochimaru gets hurt and Jiraiya... is Jiraiya.
Rating: PG13 for Jiraiya's mouth.
Track 3: Friends Never Say Goodbye.
Who's to say who's right or wrong?
Who's cause is brave or run?
Still we are, have always been...
We'll never be as one.
Jiraiya was grinning. No, not only his usual idiotic, annoying, bastardly, imbecile, stupid grins, but the self sufficient ‘I’m so much better than you’ grin that he wore whenever he was wrong or whenever he won against him.
If Orochimaru had been able, he’d have strangled the chuunin if only to wipe that smirk from the teenager’s face because it still had only been a handful of times he had won at anything against him. As it was, with both arms broken and lying in a hospital bed, beaten to an inch of his life (too close for comfort, he had really seen it close), the best he could do was to close his eyes and will him away as one might do with a particularly tricky Genjutsu.
“C’mon.” said the all-too-real-nightmarish ninja. He was also heavily bandaged and Tsunade had screamed at them so much that Orochimaru was almost convinced that his hearing was never going to completely recover. “Admit it. I saved your skinny ass.”
“…”
“Admit it. You were wrong, you disobeyed Sarutobi-sensei and that almost cost us the mission and, yeah, our lives. ”
And it was coming again. Orochimaru rolled his eyes, wishing that he could also roll to his side and give his back to the bastard. Even better, be able to go out of the fucking hospital.
“Oh, no, wait! Not our lives because I was fine! Your life! C’mon, Orochi-bastard, admit it. I was right, you were wrong. You’re not invincible!”
“… for now.”
“What was that?” He could feel the idiot’s grin and gaze upon him and Orochimaru thought what would be worst. Admitting that he had been almost, possibly, kind of in the right assumption or have Jiraiya pestering him all the night and possibly longer if he continued ignoring him. He gave a miniscule sigh, wishing that his arms weren’t broken again so he could strangle his teammate.
Something happened then because the next thing he knew, he was being pushed to the side of the bed, Jiraiya flopping in it, also stealing half of his pillow.
“You better no kick, bastard.”
“And just what do you think you’re doing?” Orochimaru asked, trying not to panic when Jiraiya took his arm to get on his back, letting the injured limb resting over his stomach.
“Taking care of the crybaby, of course. Again. Now, sleep. I’ve to wake up before the mednins and Tsunade to go outta here and to the public baths.”
And just with that, Jiraiya closed his eyes, completely invading his personal space even more than he had already done.
Muttering a curse, Orochimaru also closed his eyes, willing sleep to come. But of course, it couldn’t be that simple. Just a couple of seconds after the silence was actually becoming lulling, Orochimaru discovered that Jiraiya snored.