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And thus the fairytale begins....
******** Chapter 5 ********
It started out as rumours…whispers
spread in inquisitive ears in the streets and local gatherings. People had seen
strange things going on….
For starters, no one had seen Iruka in
over a month and the widely accepted story was that he had split long ago, in
fear of commitment. Some said he had killed himself, desperately not wanting to
wed the infamous Toad Sage (who had blackmailed the fair beauty into marrying
him).
Very few said that Tsunade was being
protective of the lucky bride-to-be and she was keeping him held up in her
Hokage’s mansion like some wicked witch in a fairytale.
But then the supplies started coming in.
From all across the lands, it seemed
endless orders of certain types of furniture were sent for, like arches and
fancy crafted chairs. All the flower shops in Konoha were quickly sold out until
the next year and still more flowers from other countries came in. Hundreds and
thousands, all packed on pounds and pounds of ice so they would keep.
Someone was getting married, but who?
Iruka was either dead or now a missing
nin! So was Jiraiya still planning the wedding to cover up the travesty?
Was he hoping Iruka would be found? Or
perhaps he was going to marry the school teacher’s long lost twin brother?
The rumours were vicious and most cruel
toward the great Toad sannin, who everyone thought had somehow conned the
brunette beauty into his bed and enchanted him with some horrible jutsu. The
villagers were in a stir and harsh whispers were passed whenever Jiraiya passed
through town, sometimes whistling a silly tune.
And then the invitations started being
delivered by exotic birds of all shapes and sizes. No person in Konoha was left
out of the ‘Marriage of the Century!’ (special Icha Icha edition wedding).
The invitation was laid out like a
story, spinning a tale of a lonely virginal Princess (at this many villagers
coughed and rolled their eyes), and a handsome and dashing Toad King (more eye
rolls).
********
Kakashi, Genma, Raido and even Gai and
Asuma were chewing their nails off. They were still hoping that the rumours
didn’t apply to Iruka. Their little grope friendly boy-slut couldn’t be married.
He was someone that should be free for anyone to fondle and molest. But where
was Iruka? They hadn’t seen him since the night on the strip club.
“He’s kidnapped him; the old frog has
kidnapped our beautiful Iruka-hime!!” Gai was crying rivers.
“He’s not even a frog; he’s an alien in
disguise. And he has probably hidden Iruka-hime on his spaceship in order to do
all perverted things to him…” Genma hugged the green clad jounin.
“And Iruka should be free to be molested
by us and not an old man that probably couldn't get his wrinkly thing up,”
Kakashi wailed.
Asuma just grunted in compliance. The
sannin had to be at least fifty years old or more. And he was potbellied too.
Asuma was in the prime of his life and he was training regularly so his abs was
hard as rocks! They were only resting right now…
“Let’s grab the toad man and torture him
until he comes up with some answers,” The ever so calm Raido mumbled feeling the
loss of his favourite Chuunin. “I’m sure Ibiki-san would help us too… I’ve seen
him look at our Ohina-sama several times.”
“Yes, Yes… let’s grab the old man and
make sure he tell us where he’s hidden our fair Iruka!! Our power of youth shall
prevail!!” Gai’s fist shot to the air.
But what they didn’t know was that they
were being watched by a gang of chakra sparkling witches.
“Shall we take them on now or when they
go out to hunt down Ji-chan?” asked Anko as she fished up a kunai and licked it.
“Let’s wait and see if they have the
guts to hunt him down,” The gentler Kurenai said, but you could see the devilish
look in her blood red eyes.
“I say – let’s smash their skulls into
the wall!!” Sakura grinned and cracked her knuckles in typical Tsunade-fashion.
She wasn’t the Hokage’s student for nothing.
“I can make them cut off each other’s
dicks…” mused the mind mixing kunoichi named Ino and the elfish curve of her
lips made you think of sheer horrors.
“Uhm… I… I could cut off the chakra so
they never get it… uhm… up again…” A sweet voice whispered.
Anko had to bite her lip. The shy Hyuuga
had some nasty ideas too. The now crying jounin would have a lot of resistance
if they tried to do something stupid (like they did all the time).
“But let’s wait and see what they’re
going to do,” Kurenai insisted.
The other four pouted but nodded.
“Although nailing them to the wall and
let them see Jiraiya-sama and Iruka fuck would be a good punishment,” Tenten
said. “That would be a very good punishment.”
Another voice cut in as a long arm went
around the weapon’s master. “Since they’re all so gay I could torture them by
making out with them... I must agree that Kakashi-san is very good looking and
Raido too.”
Head turned and looked at the sand-ninja
otherwise know as Temari.
“What?” she asked.
“Only you… You’re so horny all the time
that you could fuck a horse if you had too...” Anko snorted.
“So… at least I’d get a good rut then,”
The seven witches were a unified front
to make sure that wedding of the century would take place without interruptions.
Jiraiya and Iruka’s love would be
protected by them.
************************************
Iruka had never thought that being a
Hokage’s pet would be fun.
But here he was, being fed peeled grapes
by the busty woman as he lay comfortably on the plush covers. He loved this bed.
He wanted to marry it and have its children. The chuunin purred as his hair was
braided and un-braided and combed out and braided again.
The brunette stretched his limbs out,
ignoring the clink of metal hitting metal.
The golden collar and chain could be
annoying at times, but as Tsunade had explained, he was not allowed to go into
work no matter how much he pleaded. The leash was there as a precaution as he
had already tried to escape twice.
That was a no-no.
The blonde smiled dotingly and fed him
another grape, lips curling when he licked the juice from her fingers.
They had spent the entire day in bed,
with Tsunade finally giving into Iruka’s pleadings and bringing her work in
after her. The brunette went through the papers happily, just glad to finally be
able to do something other than be made to sit still and gain weight. He went
through the important files that should have only really been seen by the
Hokage’s eyes, filling out reports and reading through ANBU mission statement
meticulously.
The blonde dangled another grape,
impaling it on her nail as she held it out to Iruka’s soft lips.
“I always wanted a sister,” she cooed
lovingly.
“I have a penis,” the chuunin said.
Tsunade ignored him, “A sister I could
dress up and play Barbie with.”
“Still have a penis,” Iruka said as he
flipped through a report.
“A sister I could share dirty secrets
with and we could stay up all night doing each other’s hair…”
“Still have a penis.”
“And paint each other’s toenails…”
The brunette looked over the top of the
file and wiggled his magenta-painted toes. “Alright, stop it. I know I’m girly,
no need to rub it in my face.”
Tsunade barked out a round of laughter
and jerked on Iruka’s collar that was neatly chained to the headboard. “When you
marry Ji-chan, you’ll be like my sister.”
“I can hardly wait,” the school teacher
said dryly.
The Hokage hugged the dark man into her
bountiful chest. “You’re so cute when you’re disgruntled!”
The papers went flying as his arms flew
out trying to break the older woman’s hold when breathing became an issue. The
brunette pulled away somehow and gasped for breath.
“And you’re horrible when you’re drunk!”
Iruka retorted.
The Hokage let out a roaring laugh and
Iruka was totally free from her embrace.
“You’re so precious Iru-chan!” she
giggled and grabbed his cheek and pinched it.
“Yeah, yeah…”
If it wasn’t for the bed Iruka would
have tried more escapes. Well, the food was good too. And it wasn’t so bad to
get his hair done a thousand times a day. And Tsunade could be very nice and
cuddly person when she wanted to be. And actually, he felt good wearing silk
dresses.
“Want to hear the latest things the
Hentai Squad tried to do?” Tsunade asked as she began to brush Iruka’s hair
again.
“What did they try this time?” Iruka
sighed and just wished that the guys would give up. Didn’t they know when to
quit?
“My girls stumbled upon them when they
were planning to kidnap Ji-chan and torture him to confess to where you were,
where he had hidden you cute little ass.”
Iruka’s heart fluttered and he looked at
the Hokage with large eyes.
“He’s not hurt is he?” Iruka asked
worried.
“No, no Ji-chan is perfectly fine… as I
said – my girls found them and when they were about to capture your husband to
be they jumped forth and now the boys are all in the hospital. I never knew that
the Byakugan and Gentle Fist-style could prove to be so useful.”
“Ehh?”
Tsunade giggled as she found new ways to
do his hair.
“Well, you see… Hinata-chan found a few
pressure points and gave them a light chakra blow and now they are in a manner
of speech – dickless. They can’t get their little friend up anymore. Not until
Hinata deems it safe, then she’ll undo the blows. But it’s all up to her.”
Iruka blinked a couple of times. He
couldn’t believe that the shy girl would do such a thing but then again, he
never thought she would be spending time with Anko, Kurenai, Sakura, Tenten,
Temari and Ino either. Those women together were a force to be reckoned with.
“So he’s not hurt?”
Again Tsunade went about how precious
her little sister was and hugged him until he was blue in the face.
***********
Jiraiya was looking trough catalogues
containing rings. He wanted something really special for his little princess but
ARRRRGGHHH!!! These were just so plain, so boring. Nothing suited the
personality of his hot-assed hime.
“Why, why can’t I find something that’s
special to Iruka-hime?” He complained as he flipped another page only to see
ordinary golden rings with diamonds. Nothing special at all.
He took another sip from his sake cup
and frowned. He hated this. He just wanted the best for his little snuggle-slut.
“Can I be of any help perhaps?” The
monotone voice cut through his frustration.
Jiraiya looked up and saw the Fifth
Kazekage otherwise known as Gaara of the Desert.
“Ehh… you mean you can help me?” the old
sannin asked as his eyes grew wide and moist.
“Yes, I think I can. Well, I can help
you find the right stones for your ring.” Again Gaara’s voice didn’t give away
hints of emotions.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m Gaara of the Sand; I can make
anything by using minerals from the ground. If there is a particular stone
you’re after, I can make it for you.”
Jiraiya blinked and then his face split
up in a grin. But then he grew concerned. Why would the boy do that for him?
“Because Uzumaki looks up to you and
your wife to be.”
Jiraiya’s mouth just formed an Ooooh.
“So do you want my help then?”
“You bet your sandy boxers on that one!
Of course I want your help.”
There was a pause.
“So why are you helping me again?” the
asked sannin asked as he glanced down. “And why do you have a collar around your
neck?”
Gaara twitched. “Mistress Sakura told me
to. And I do not wish to talk about it.”
The Toad Sage’s face went blank and he
raised an eyebrow. “Mistress Sak—”
“Really do not wish to talk about
it.”
Jiraiya blinked.
*********************
Iruka didn’t really know what to think
as he was led with his shiny golden chain leash by Tsunade to the forest where
he knew Naruto had trained with Jiraiya. He was blindfolded halfway there and
carried over the Hokage’s shoulder. The chuunin had been dressed in an elaborate
and deeply blue kimono and had his hair done up in an intricate fashion that
he’d not seen since his mother sent him off to train at the Geisha Temple.
His lips had been painted and his
eyelids had been coloured to match his kimono. Sakura, Ino, Anko, Kurenai,
Hinata, Tsunade, Tenten, and even Temari had helped dress him that morning, not
telling him what the special occasion was for. Or why he had to cross-dress for
it. The school teacher would be lying though if he said he hadn’t loved the
attention.
Who knew marriage had such perks?
It wasn’t long before he was sat on his
own feet. Iruka straightened his back and stood perfectly balanced in his Geta,
whipping out his ornate fan to cover his mouth and nose in true Geisha fashion.
His blindfold was removed a moment later and he lowered his eyes respectfully,
playing his part without reason.
Jiraiya gasped at the pretty picture his
bride painted. The smaller man’s stance was submission while being strong,
inviting yet not whorishly so, gorgeous and aware of it without being conceited.
His lips were painted a deep red, almost burgundy and his eyes had been
highlighted with different shades of blue to compliment the flowered print of
his kimono.
Tendrils of Iruka’s silken fell from its
design and brushed the brunette’s softly rounded cheeks, tickling his skin. The
thin golden headset kept the rest of his locks in place and Jiraiya wanted
nothing more than to untangle the mass and runs his hands through it.
The older man let his eye’s droop. His
fiancé really did look like a Princess from a fairytale. Except for the golden
collar and chain. That was kinky. He hoped the girls left that on for the
wedding night. It caught the wavering moonlight and gleamed, surrounding the
school teacher’s face in an almost heavenly glow.
The toad sage’s groping hands were
halted with a one good punch delivered simultaneously by many different feminine
fists.
“We’re going to do this right lecher!”
Tsunade hollered. “Now propose to him decently so we can take him back and horde
him!”
It was when the white haired sannin lay
twitching on the ground that the brunette realized he loved him.
It was an odd place to have such a
sudden epiphany, Iruka knew this of course. But it was just how it happened. The
past few weeks he supposed he had been a little shocked, expecting all of this
to somehow fall through and leave him lonely again.
The school teacher guessed that it was
when he had been getting measured for his wedding outfit that it had really sunk
in. He was getting married. Someone wanted to marry him.
And he still didn’t have a fucking ring.
Jiraiya grumbled to himself and slowly
stood up, glancing at his Bride who was flanked by the raging and overprotective
females. Gaara stood off to his side with his arms crossed, looking extremely
dull.
Gamabunta was behind him and the toad’s
great eyes had widened when Iruka was revealed.
“You are the one this fool has been
speaking of?” his great voice boomed.
The chuunin looked up, unfazed. “Yes.”
The summons’ heart skipped a beat at the
soft and alluring tone and he puffed out his chest. “Then I really must put a
stop to this!”
Sakura raised up her petite fist. “What
are you talking about frog-boy?! Jiraiya has to propose!”
Gamabunta shook his mighty head. “The
old fool does not deserve such a priceless thing as this man! I on the other
hand….”
It took a full five minutes for everyone
to realize the large toad summons had just hit on Iruka.
The geisha-dressed Chuunin blanched for
just a few seconds and then his dark brown eyes began to shine with an amber
colour.
“You really didn’t… did you?” Iruka
began as his fists balled. “I was not just hit on by a slimy TOAD???!”
The girls around the Chuunin nodded. The
giant toad had made a move on him.
Iruka took a few deep breaths before he
switched fans with Temari. “Please, just let me borrow this for a few moments
Temari-chan,” the teacher said as he grabbed hold of her large fan. “I have a
little need to…”
“Of course Iruka-chan… it’s all yours,”
the sand ninja grinned roguishly and gave the gentle man her fan. Although that
gentle part was not so gentle anymore.
“Thank you,” Iruka said as he took the
fan and weighed it in his hand a bit before stepping forward to the giant toad
that was sitting not far from Jiraiya.
The white haired sannin looked at his
“wife to be” as he walked up to the summoned creature. The amber shimmering eyes
gave Jiraiya the big shivers. He had learned a lot about the Chuunin the last
month and when Iruka had that look in his eyes, beware people…
“Ho, ho,” Gamabunta chuckled. “The
little princess wishes to fight?”
“No… I just really want you to shut up
and I have a splendid way of doing so,” Iruka said calmly.
“Ohh, and how will you do that?” asked
the giant toad.
“It is quite an easy answer to that… See
this fan?”
“Yeah, I see it…”
“Do you have any idea of how it would
feel to have it stuck up your froggy asshole?”
Gamabunta swallowed the smoke from his
pipe and made a hasty retreat. That little man was scary when angered.
Iruka smiled gently and turned around to
give back the fan to Temari.
But Temari was raging.
“What the fuck?? Did you really think
you could use my precious fan for that??” she practically screamed, hugging the
weapon tightly.
“No, but it got the work done,” Iruka
said.
“Nasty!!” Tenten spoke.
“But very useful threat,” Jiraiya said
as he beamed at his hime again.
“Now Ji-chan, do your stuff,” Tsunade
said and patted her former team mate on his shoulder.
The toad sage shot a glare at the boss
summons and stepped forward.
He could only imagine what he and Iruka
looked like together. He wore his same old and baggy (he had been trying to
loose weight lately) clothes and tangled hair that had a broken comb in it,
showing that he at least had tried to tame it. Jiraiya had washed
thoroughly before this meeting, even taking the time to scrub behind his ears
like Naruto always did. He couldn’t change much about his appearance though.
Basically he was just as ugly as the day
he’d been born.
It wasn’t that the old sannin couldn’t
afford new clothes. He was filthy rich from his book sales (much of that money
being Kakashi’s). He just didn’t know what to buy. There were so many things to
choose from, and plus no one had told him he was supposed to dress up!
Well Gaara might have, but the kid was
creepy and the sage had ignored him completely, instead, asking every other
chance he got why the boy was wearing that ridiculous collar and how a man
wasn’t supposed to be pushed around by his spouse.
Especially if she had pink hair. That
was just a whole manner of uncool.
The Kazekage had just stared at him like
he was an idiot he had been forced to suffer through.
But anyway, back to the comparing.
Jiraiya knew he looked okay…but standing
in front of Iruka, he suddenly felt entirely unworthy. It wasn’t that the
chuunin was beautiful beyond what the fair and good Gods intended. He certain
wasn’t the most gorgeous creation on the planet (well, if you asked certain
people). Oh he was pretty, don’t get Jiraiya wrong. He knew the brunette was
stunningly attractive.
Especially under moonlight.
The sun would probably have something to
say about that.
Hell, they’d probably get into and
argument over who made Iruka look better.
The school teacher was striking enough
on the outside of course. But it was something else that made him unfairly
dazzling. It was his smile, his eyes, the thing that made him light up from the
inside out. Like when he had been working hard with a student and finally the
problem clicked and made sense in the child’s head and he smiled widely at the
chuunin.
The warmth that Iruka gave back in
return was truly a sight to see. Like chakra glowing, only much more subtle.
His skin gleamed under the gentle light
like crushed pearls had been dusted over his exotic complexion and Jiraiya was
fascinated beyond thought.
The smaller man blushed, the tips of his
softly rounded cheeks showing above the ornate fan. “Thank you.”
The toad sage blinked. “Huh?”
“You were describing me out loud,” Iruka
said softly, eyes as brown as mud and more gorgeous than any jewel.
Jiraiya blinked again and looked away,
shrugging uselessly. “Look, I’m no good at this—”
The chuunin smiled and lowered his fan
to his side. “You were doing fine until you stopped talking.”
“Yeah,” the girls said as one as they
stood off to the side.
Gaara rolled his eyes in a trait he had
learned well from Sakura as the women quickly shushed each other.
Jiraiya blushed and scratched the back
of his head. “So…what are you doing…for the rest of your life?”
As cute as Iruka thought that proposal
was, the woman all but had a cow as soon as the words left the older man’s
throat.
“You can’t propose like that you idiot!”
Anko shrieked.
“Yeah, you have to get on one knee!”
“And say romantic things!”
“And hold out the ring!”
“And take his hand in yours!”
The toad sage bowed his head in shame,
he knew he had forgotten something! But this was making him nervous! He wasn’t
used to having an audience while he…stuff. And Iruka was probably pissed at him
too, if Jiraiya couldn’t even ask the man to marry him properly, what hope could
he have that he would make a worthy husband.
The black pearl tip of a fan caught him
gently under the chin to lift his face. The chuunin watched him carefully for a
few moments before giving his heart-lifting slow smile. The sannin knew at once
that it was okay, that he was still very much wanted and he drifted his hand
into his pocket to finger the ring Gaara had made.
The brunette stared up, gaze dark and
lovely and shimmering. “I love you Jiraiya-sama.”
“I don’t know why,” the sage said
honestly.
“Maybe I’ll tell you one day,” Iruka
said, smile turning coy.
Jiraiya lifted his other hand and let
his fingers drift over the smaller man’s cheek, relishing in the blush it
aroused. He straightened his back and nodded to himself. No way he was going to
ruin this for the school teacher.
The white haired sannin dropped to one
knee and took Iruka’s right hand in his own, gazing up with a furious devotion
as he brought out the ring.
“I love you more than I ever thought
myself capable of. And I won’t let you go. No matter how much you scream, bite,
or scratch at me. Hell, that’ll be another reason to stay,” Jiraiya paused to
clear his throat, hoping he wasn’t just embarrassing himself. “I want to make
you happy and I want you to make me miserably insane with joy. Marry me and
torture me with bliss, and I’ll love you passed the time I stop breathing.”
All the girls gaped and swooned and
Sakura suddenly punched Gaara and looked at him like he should know something.
“I love you Jiraiya-sama,” the chuunin
said again. “And I would love to make you miserable for the rest of my life.”
The toad sage slid the ring on Iruka’s
finger, suddenly looking down at it. “Remember sweetie, that’s miserable with
joy.”
Iruka followed the other man’s gaze and
his eyes widened comically as he gasped. The band of the ring was entirely made
from white diamonds and swirled around it was a thin vine of glowing sapphires.
The chuunin smiled brilliantly and
tackled the larger man to a chorus of whoops and screams of joy as the women
jumped about and hugged each other. Gaara was subjected to more of the hugs than
he wanted to be and after a few moments was looking fairly unkempt and ruffled.
The school teacher kissed Jiraiya for
all he was worth and sat on his stomach, legs between the larger man’s.
Iruka stared at his new ring and then
took it off and switched it to his left ring finger.
“What’d ya do that for?” the sannin
asked, raising a white eyebrow and placing a heavy hand on his fiancé’s rear.
The brunette blushed at the attention
and smiled again. “It goes on the left hand when you’re engaged. The right when
you’re married.”
“Oh.”
T B C
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