Picturesque-by Seto's Darkness, #15
15 pairings - Theme 15 - Break-Up - OroJira
Title: Picturesque
Author: Seto's Darkness shinigami39
Theme: 15 - Break-Up
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Orochimaru x Jiraiya, with parallel/hinted SasuNaru
Mentions of: Sasuke x Naruto
Rating: PG-13, T
Disclaimer: Naruto, and its characters, doesn't belong to me.
Summary: Their relationship was like a broken picture ripped apart and put together so many times again. [Five kisses between Jiraiya and Orochimaru] [OroJira, hinted SasuNaru, yaoi, shounen-ai]
Warnings: spoilers for Jiraiya and Orochimaru and the latest chapters XD
1.
The first time they kissed wasn't something that could be called voluntary.
It happened in a place with more than two hundred children and teachers, an affair that was witnessed by the entire graduating batch, something that was laughed at and stared at with a mixture of horror and shock.
Young, energetic Jiraiya was busy arguing with the busty, matured-like Tsunade about the patterns of how the Ninja Academy arranged the Genin teams. Maybe it was because the famed prodigy Orochimaru disliked the noise, or maybe it was because he thought the argument was pointless, or maybe it was because he wanted the 'debaters' to pay attention to him, or maybe it was because the two were plain noisy and he couldn't concentrate, damn it.
Whatever his reasons were, he joined in the rapidly-escalating argument. A couple of others joined in, because they were all hyper and nervous as hell, and it got into a playful stage where each point stated was accompanied with a mild punch or a light shove; it was only a mere unlucky coincidence that one boy shoved the laughing Jiraiya to an irate Orochimaru.
Maybe it was only unluckiness that Jiraiya landed face-first-or more appropriately, lip-first-to the stoic, sarcastic genius.
No matter what the reasons were, it was their first kiss, and an amused Sarutobi thought to himself that it was the fitting frame for the picture that he randomly started. The Hokage lightly ran his hand over the piece of paper that held the three names of his new Genin team-Jiraiya, Orochimaru, Tsunade.
Before they even knew it, they were already paired up in a cacophonous yet unmatchable team.
Of course, the picture that could have suggested romance was broken, as Orochimaru delivered a strong punch that resounded in the entire classroom, followed by Jiraiya's indignant whine, and the space that connected the two young males separated, even just slightly, once again.
2.
The second time they kissed was when their team had a mission to Grass Country. It was supposed to be an ordinary, boring, low-class C mission, but the sudden appearance of desperate rouge ninjas who were suspected to have studied the art of witchcrafts and black arts increased the mission's level to A-rank.
Sarutobi was captured by the enemy's cunning manipulations, and the freaky ninjas gave them three days to decide whether or not to surrender the scrolls they wanted.
Tsunade was logical-she wanted to send someone back to Konoha and ask for back-up. Orochimaru was too proud for retreating-he wanted to observe the ninjas for their high-level techniques. Jiraiya was-well, Jiraiya-typically stubborn and unthinking, and he dived in at the first opportunity of sneaking inside the enemy's base.
The keyword was sneaking, but with the white-haired boy, it was downright impossible. The mission came to an unexpected climax with Orochimaru blocking a poisoned needle from hitting the rowdy teammate, protecting Jiraiya much to the male's and Tsunade's surprise.
Jiraiya became mad-mad as though his infamous porn collection was trashed and burned; mad as though Tsunade asked her friend to turn down his offers for a date-mad because Orochimaru passed out soon after, and the medic-nin-in-training didn't know if the snake-like male would survive.
No matter what his reasons were, he still kicked the ass of the entire group all by himself, much to Sarutobi's satisfaction and Tsunade's respectful-awe. He promptly fussed over their fallen teammate afterwards, despite the newly-arrived back-ups' insistence that he let go of the other's hand so that Orochimaru could be properly treated.
A week after saw Orochimaru sitting in the stark-white hospital bed, looking bored out of his mind, and maybe it was because of boredom, or maybe as an unspoken payment for his protection of his younger comrade, and the Snake leaned forward and smoothly pressed his lips against Jiraiya's ones, ignoring the other's shocked look.
It was romantic and hormonal and soothing and hot-for a minute, and only for a minute. The short 'get-together' was put to a screeching halt, however, when a scowling Jiraiya pushed the other's face forcefully away from his.
The picture was broken, once again, but the blushing, white-haired teen couldn't help but avert his eyes, and tried helplessly to ignore the small, traitorous trail of saliva still stubbornly connecting their lips.
3.
The third time they kissed was when Jiraiya was thoughtfully walking down the road, intent on going back on his home as early as possible, because he needed to sleep badly to be able to wake up early, and they have a mission tomorrow and Tsunade would flay him alive if he's late.
All thoughts of going back home were stopped when a pale hand snaked out of the shadows' shade, and the strong arm pulled him roughly towards the dingy alley. Jiraiya protested; he really did. It was just a shame that the other never listened to orders or complaints, and Orochimaru still proceeded with shoving his tongue inside the other teen's mouth.
They were united, for that brief moment, the thoughts of searching for immortality brewing inside the Snake's mind while the brash teen was confused and all he could think about was Orochimaru, Orochimaru and Orochimaru.
As sudden as he was pulled inside that freezing cold embrace of lips and tongue, Jiraiya stumbled awkwardly away, as the same pale hand pushed him roughly. Those golden eyes weren't looking at him, as though he was something way below the other's standards, as though he was too unworthy to be glanced at.
The ebony-haired man walked simply away with silence that was usually found in stinking, melancholic graveyards, while Jiraiya simply watched his teammate, his fellow Sannin. The picture looked almost perfect, just a few moments before, but like always, it was ripped away before he could even appreciate its beauty.
4.
The fourth time they kissed was on the day where betrayal and heartbreak was rampant, because Jiraiya was the only one left to stop his deranged teammate, the only one who cared enough for his teammate that betrayed the whole village.
Orochimaru's eyes were more slanted, more narrowed, definitely more evil. His lips were colored purple, and they were curved into a malicious sneer. Wounds and bruises covered both their exhausted bodies, but the cocky glint on those golden eyes didn't fade away; if possible, the Snake Sannin looked even more pleased with the turn of events.
"You're such a naïve, innocent child, Jiraiya," Orochimaru's patronizing words came, but the white-haired male knew that there was always much more to that statement. "Such a stupid, naïve child…" The long-haired man murmured with something akin to silky, deadly affection.
"Why are you betraying Konoha!" Jiraiya felt compelled to ask such a thing, even though he knew the answer would be something equally heartbreaking and mystifying at the same time.
In the end, it was on the Forest of Death, and a too-limp and too-numbed Jiraiya stared hard at the skies tinted by that arc of a rainbow, shadowed by the lush canopy, and Orochimaru's face suddenly appeared in the view. The bushy-haired man knew what would happen-on some superficial level-but he couldn't stop it, didn't want to stop it, because who knew when would be the last time he'd get this chance?
Smirking cruelly, Orochimaru placed his lipstick-covered lips over his ex-teammate's own, in a ghost-like, fleeting touch that would serve as a reminder and as a motivation, as a hope and as a defeat-and it was all that in a few seconds of perfection, before the picture of their future (together, bickering, laughing, happy together) was broken into innumerable pieces, just like the way Jiraiya's heart was pierced by the kunai-like intensity of despair.
5.
The fifth time-and the sixth, seventh, tenth, twentieth, forever?-they kissed was in-between missions, because Jiraiya was never good at geography, and escaping an enemy camp led him to a decrepit village near Sound. Orochimaru's smirk was as deadly as it was now, now that he was drinking sake after supervising Naruto's training.
The dirty look Jiraiya gave his ex-teammate (traitor, he betrayed me…) didn't falter, even as he readied his hands for a fight. Orochimaru grinned that sardonic grin of his, and moved closer to the other Sannin. Strangely enough, Kabuto and the demonic Uchiha was nowhere nearby.
"When are you going to take over that Uchiha brat?" Jiraiya asked casually, though inside, he was already mourning for his optimistic student who was, in most aspects, similar to himself.
"…Worried?" Orochimaru asked hollowly, the moonlight's pale colors dancing across his immortal face.
Anger snapping, like the twigs that lay useless beneath their strong feet. "…You know how he feels for my student, Orochimaru!"
Sadistic smirk, because really, Orochimaru knew everything and anything, and such obvious knowledge-such obvious desire for the Kyuubi brat-never escaped his snake-like eyes.
"What about how you feel for me?" Orochimaru asked suddenly, and even with years of hatred and loneliness, Jiraiya still flushed-with anger, with memories, with embarrassment.
"Leave," Jiraiya ground out, hands already forming the seal for the Great Swamp. It never occurred in his mind that he'd damage the entire village if ever the two Sannin decided to fight now.
Surprisingly enough, Orochimaru abided with his order, but not before leaving that ghost of a kiss that stank of the people's tears, the ninjas' pains and the sacrifices' blood, when they were wielded by the Snake Sannin.
"Stop dreaming for a happy ending, Jiraiya…" Orochimaru whispered to his ear, and the Sannin punched the wall beside him.
He knew that the bastard was right, that the picture of the two of them ending up together was nothing but a childish dream untainted with desires and power, but…
How could he stop, when it was the only thing he could believe in?
OWARI
…Yes :D Haha, OroJira is the love XD Of course, it's a plus point that it could be paralleled to SasuNaru *sparkles*
Title: Picturesque
Author: Seto's Darkness shinigami39
Theme: 15 - Break-Up
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Orochimaru x Jiraiya, with parallel/hinted SasuNaru
Mentions of: Sasuke x Naruto
Rating: PG-13, T
Disclaimer: Naruto, and its characters, doesn't belong to me.
Summary: Their relationship was like a broken picture ripped apart and put together so many times again. [Five kisses between Jiraiya and Orochimaru] [OroJira, hinted SasuNaru, yaoi, shounen-ai]
Warnings: spoilers for Jiraiya and Orochimaru and the latest chapters XD
1.
The first time they kissed wasn't something that could be called voluntary.
It happened in a place with more than two hundred children and teachers, an affair that was witnessed by the entire graduating batch, something that was laughed at and stared at with a mixture of horror and shock.
Young, energetic Jiraiya was busy arguing with the busty, matured-like Tsunade about the patterns of how the Ninja Academy arranged the Genin teams. Maybe it was because the famed prodigy Orochimaru disliked the noise, or maybe it was because he thought the argument was pointless, or maybe it was because he wanted the 'debaters' to pay attention to him, or maybe it was because the two were plain noisy and he couldn't concentrate, damn it.
Whatever his reasons were, he joined in the rapidly-escalating argument. A couple of others joined in, because they were all hyper and nervous as hell, and it got into a playful stage where each point stated was accompanied with a mild punch or a light shove; it was only a mere unlucky coincidence that one boy shoved the laughing Jiraiya to an irate Orochimaru.
Maybe it was only unluckiness that Jiraiya landed face-first-or more appropriately, lip-first-to the stoic, sarcastic genius.
No matter what the reasons were, it was their first kiss, and an amused Sarutobi thought to himself that it was the fitting frame for the picture that he randomly started. The Hokage lightly ran his hand over the piece of paper that held the three names of his new Genin team-Jiraiya, Orochimaru, Tsunade.
Before they even knew it, they were already paired up in a cacophonous yet unmatchable team.
Of course, the picture that could have suggested romance was broken, as Orochimaru delivered a strong punch that resounded in the entire classroom, followed by Jiraiya's indignant whine, and the space that connected the two young males separated, even just slightly, once again.
2.
The second time they kissed was when their team had a mission to Grass Country. It was supposed to be an ordinary, boring, low-class C mission, but the sudden appearance of desperate rouge ninjas who were suspected to have studied the art of witchcrafts and black arts increased the mission's level to A-rank.
Sarutobi was captured by the enemy's cunning manipulations, and the freaky ninjas gave them three days to decide whether or not to surrender the scrolls they wanted.
Tsunade was logical-she wanted to send someone back to Konoha and ask for back-up. Orochimaru was too proud for retreating-he wanted to observe the ninjas for their high-level techniques. Jiraiya was-well, Jiraiya-typically stubborn and unthinking, and he dived in at the first opportunity of sneaking inside the enemy's base.
The keyword was sneaking, but with the white-haired boy, it was downright impossible. The mission came to an unexpected climax with Orochimaru blocking a poisoned needle from hitting the rowdy teammate, protecting Jiraiya much to the male's and Tsunade's surprise.
Jiraiya became mad-mad as though his infamous porn collection was trashed and burned; mad as though Tsunade asked her friend to turn down his offers for a date-mad because Orochimaru passed out soon after, and the medic-nin-in-training didn't know if the snake-like male would survive.
No matter what his reasons were, he still kicked the ass of the entire group all by himself, much to Sarutobi's satisfaction and Tsunade's respectful-awe. He promptly fussed over their fallen teammate afterwards, despite the newly-arrived back-ups' insistence that he let go of the other's hand so that Orochimaru could be properly treated.
A week after saw Orochimaru sitting in the stark-white hospital bed, looking bored out of his mind, and maybe it was because of boredom, or maybe as an unspoken payment for his protection of his younger comrade, and the Snake leaned forward and smoothly pressed his lips against Jiraiya's ones, ignoring the other's shocked look.
It was romantic and hormonal and soothing and hot-for a minute, and only for a minute. The short 'get-together' was put to a screeching halt, however, when a scowling Jiraiya pushed the other's face forcefully away from his.
The picture was broken, once again, but the blushing, white-haired teen couldn't help but avert his eyes, and tried helplessly to ignore the small, traitorous trail of saliva still stubbornly connecting their lips.
3.
The third time they kissed was when Jiraiya was thoughtfully walking down the road, intent on going back on his home as early as possible, because he needed to sleep badly to be able to wake up early, and they have a mission tomorrow and Tsunade would flay him alive if he's late.
All thoughts of going back home were stopped when a pale hand snaked out of the shadows' shade, and the strong arm pulled him roughly towards the dingy alley. Jiraiya protested; he really did. It was just a shame that the other never listened to orders or complaints, and Orochimaru still proceeded with shoving his tongue inside the other teen's mouth.
They were united, for that brief moment, the thoughts of searching for immortality brewing inside the Snake's mind while the brash teen was confused and all he could think about was Orochimaru, Orochimaru and Orochimaru.
As sudden as he was pulled inside that freezing cold embrace of lips and tongue, Jiraiya stumbled awkwardly away, as the same pale hand pushed him roughly. Those golden eyes weren't looking at him, as though he was something way below the other's standards, as though he was too unworthy to be glanced at.
The ebony-haired man walked simply away with silence that was usually found in stinking, melancholic graveyards, while Jiraiya simply watched his teammate, his fellow Sannin. The picture looked almost perfect, just a few moments before, but like always, it was ripped away before he could even appreciate its beauty.
4.
The fourth time they kissed was on the day where betrayal and heartbreak was rampant, because Jiraiya was the only one left to stop his deranged teammate, the only one who cared enough for his teammate that betrayed the whole village.
Orochimaru's eyes were more slanted, more narrowed, definitely more evil. His lips were colored purple, and they were curved into a malicious sneer. Wounds and bruises covered both their exhausted bodies, but the cocky glint on those golden eyes didn't fade away; if possible, the Snake Sannin looked even more pleased with the turn of events.
"You're such a naïve, innocent child, Jiraiya," Orochimaru's patronizing words came, but the white-haired male knew that there was always much more to that statement. "Such a stupid, naïve child…" The long-haired man murmured with something akin to silky, deadly affection.
"Why are you betraying Konoha!" Jiraiya felt compelled to ask such a thing, even though he knew the answer would be something equally heartbreaking and mystifying at the same time.
In the end, it was on the Forest of Death, and a too-limp and too-numbed Jiraiya stared hard at the skies tinted by that arc of a rainbow, shadowed by the lush canopy, and Orochimaru's face suddenly appeared in the view. The bushy-haired man knew what would happen-on some superficial level-but he couldn't stop it, didn't want to stop it, because who knew when would be the last time he'd get this chance?
Smirking cruelly, Orochimaru placed his lipstick-covered lips over his ex-teammate's own, in a ghost-like, fleeting touch that would serve as a reminder and as a motivation, as a hope and as a defeat-and it was all that in a few seconds of perfection, before the picture of their future (together, bickering, laughing, happy together) was broken into innumerable pieces, just like the way Jiraiya's heart was pierced by the kunai-like intensity of despair.
5.
The fifth time-and the sixth, seventh, tenth, twentieth, forever?-they kissed was in-between missions, because Jiraiya was never good at geography, and escaping an enemy camp led him to a decrepit village near Sound. Orochimaru's smirk was as deadly as it was now, now that he was drinking sake after supervising Naruto's training.
The dirty look Jiraiya gave his ex-teammate (traitor, he betrayed me…) didn't falter, even as he readied his hands for a fight. Orochimaru grinned that sardonic grin of his, and moved closer to the other Sannin. Strangely enough, Kabuto and the demonic Uchiha was nowhere nearby.
"When are you going to take over that Uchiha brat?" Jiraiya asked casually, though inside, he was already mourning for his optimistic student who was, in most aspects, similar to himself.
"…Worried?" Orochimaru asked hollowly, the moonlight's pale colors dancing across his immortal face.
Anger snapping, like the twigs that lay useless beneath their strong feet. "…You know how he feels for my student, Orochimaru!"
Sadistic smirk, because really, Orochimaru knew everything and anything, and such obvious knowledge-such obvious desire for the Kyuubi brat-never escaped his snake-like eyes.
"What about how you feel for me?" Orochimaru asked suddenly, and even with years of hatred and loneliness, Jiraiya still flushed-with anger, with memories, with embarrassment.
"Leave," Jiraiya ground out, hands already forming the seal for the Great Swamp. It never occurred in his mind that he'd damage the entire village if ever the two Sannin decided to fight now.
Surprisingly enough, Orochimaru abided with his order, but not before leaving that ghost of a kiss that stank of the people's tears, the ninjas' pains and the sacrifices' blood, when they were wielded by the Snake Sannin.
"Stop dreaming for a happy ending, Jiraiya…" Orochimaru whispered to his ear, and the Sannin punched the wall beside him.
He knew that the bastard was right, that the picture of the two of them ending up together was nothing but a childish dream untainted with desires and power, but…
How could he stop, when it was the only thing he could believe in?
OWARI
…Yes :D Haha, OroJira is the love XD Of course, it's a plus point that it could be paralleled to SasuNaru *sparkles*