Naruto: Seven Minutes In Heaven

Icha Icha Book

The newest Icha Icha book. You hadn't had the chance to get it yet. You loved the series, you admitted to yourself that you wanted to read it right then and there, badly; but, to keep up looks, you appeared to be uninterested in the thing.

"Seven minutes start now, sis!" Naruto snickered, grabbing your shoulders and shoving you half-hazardly into a darkened room. It was bigger than a closet, but not by much. You sighed, waiting for your eyes to adjust.

Naruto referred you to as 'sis' or 'sister', depending on his mood. When you arrived in Kohona nearly 10 years ago as a refugee, you found the poor little thing all by himself. He was crying, trembling, obviously being teased and tormented by everyone else. Your kind heart could not allow such a young boy to suffer like that, so you scooped him up in your arms. You remembered the look he gave you, the shock at the tenderness he never experienced.

He held onto you for dear life, falling asleep nearly instantly. The Hokage asked to see you secretly as you started to take care of Naruto. He was baffled, a bit apprehensible, but seeing your gentleness and kind heart, he allowed you to take care of him. Naruto begged you to stay, and you smiled, telling him you already were.

You raised that annoying teen, the one that convinced you to leave your home and play this stupid game of his... part of you wanted to deck him, the other part... well, he was looking out for you like a little brother would, so he would not send you into the closet if he didn't trust the person within.

You heard  a familiar chuckle in the darkness, making you narrow your eyes. It was none other than the writer of the novels: Jiraiya, the pervy sage. You crossed your arms with a scowl forming on your face, making him laugh louder. Was this a joke? Then again, you did actually like him a bit. Despite his perviness, he was a good, protective man...

You mentally kicked yourself. You doubted that he would remain faithful to one woman. You suppose that would be the sacrifice you'd have to make if you wanted anything to do with him. You sighed, shaking your head, knowing the answer deep within your heart...

"Y/N," Jiraiya snapped you out of your thoughts, approaching you on wobbly legs. You raised an eyebrow as he embraced you, the smell of Sake strong on his clothing. "I haven't been able to get you out of my head. You casted a spell on me, so it seems, Enchantress..." You took a deep breath, feeling your heartache.

"Jiraiya, you're drunk, aren't you?" You frowned.

"A bit... I was nervous, so I drank..." he admitted, slurring his speech.

"Then you won't remember any of this, I take it?" You said, a note of sorrow in your tone. Of course, the one time you had enough courage to tell him how you felt...

"Probably not... I did have a bit," he laughed, itching the back of his head.

"Fine..." you murmured, taking another deep breath. Using every ounce of courage you could muster, you connected your lips with his. You poured all of your feelings into that kiss, knowing fully well that he would not remember it one bit.

It was better to keep it hidden, anyway...

He stumbled and fell backward onto the ground, his face red. He either fell asleep from drinking too much or from the stimulation of your lips colliding. You slipped the book into your knapsack just as Naurto opened the door. Seeing the sight before him, he facepalmed.

"Damn it, Pervy Sage..." he cursed.

"Naruto," you scolded, hand on your hip, "Don't curse; you're only 17 years old! I'm heading home if you need me; don't stay out too late and don't come home drunk."  Without another word, you left with your arms crossed over your chest to protect your hurting heart. Much to Naruto's fear...

"What did you do?" you heard him ask Jiraiya. You turned back briefly, and then continued on, heading home. It hurt... it hurt too much to even think...

XXXXX

You locked the door to your room securely, crying silent tears. Stupid, stupid... you sighed, wiping them on your hands. You reached into your knapsack and took out the book. Maybe reading this would calm you right down... or so you hoped.

You read the first page, and then stopped, cheeks flushing in color. Your eyes traced over the words again and again, trying to famoth how these resonated with you. Jiraiya used your name... he used your name in this story...

You started to read the passage out loud, softly murmuring the words to yourself:

"Y/N," Enno paused, locking the door behind him. Y/N was ready for him, wearing nothing more than the smirk he so dearly loved.

"Be careful, Enno; I'm quite damaged," she looked to the ground, a faint blush on her face. Her scars decorated not only her grown body, but also her heart. The heart Enno has won over time and time again...

Yes, she was ready to start anew; to start to love again, if but for one passionate night with her savior.

"Let me heal them, my beautiful (nickname)."

You squealed, knowing for a fact he wrote about you. Even used your nickname, the one he gave you when you first met...

He wanted you as much as you wanted him?!

Your heart thundered against your ribs as someone knocked on your door. You put the book down and opened the door, to an angry Naruto and a bruised Jiraiya, looking sheepishly at the floor. You chuckled, a small smile on your face. It looked like Naruto gave him hell for what he did...

"I got it from here, Naruto," you chuckled softly, letting Jiraiya into your room. He flushed scarlet, looking at the ground. Naruto sighed and nodded, leaving the area. You waited until you could no longer hear his footsteps, most likely returning to the party.

"So..." your eyes traced Jiraiya's crumpled up body. He pushed his two index fingers together, still looking at the ground. "Uh.. about the closet thing? I'm sorry..."

"There's no need to say another word, Jiraiya..." you chuckled, grabbing the book and pointing to the passage. "Want to make this a reality?" You winked, a small blush on your face.

"Wait, what?!" he smiled, his whole face turning bright red, "I thought you hated me for-for the closet thing..."

"Nope; I hated the fact you are drunk..." you laughed, "Although, I will be sure this night you remember, Sage... even in your deepest dreams..." You shifted your hips from the left to the right. "Be careful, Jiraiya. I'm damaged," you quoted the book, purring the words and crossing your arms behind your back.

You watched in amusement as his heart leapt into his throat, rendering him unable to speak for a few minutes. Then, he cleared his throat, approaching you on steady legs and embracing your heated body.

"Let me heal your scars, my beautiful (nickname)," he growled back, your lips finally meeting in a passionate kiss.

XXXXX

Later, as you lazily watched the sunrise from your window, wrapped up protectively in his arms, Naruto knocked loudly on your bedroom door.

"Sis, what's for breakfast? I'm hungry," he whined. Later... you'll help him write a part two to his story. In fact, you grinned as you kissed the side of Jiraiya's face, maybe this will be a series for him to expand on.

But for now, as you tried to crawl over him to make some food, causing him to pull you back to his chest with a whine, you'll enjoy the warmth of his embrace.