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Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. I never
will. Which is a good thing because if I did the universe
would probably collapse.

Summary: Crack! Jiraiya always
knew that taking Naruto on as his apprentice was
going to come back and bite him. But he never expected it to happen literally. KyuubiandOirokenoJutsu!Naruto/Jiraiya

Warnings: Yaoi, shota. Questionable consent. Misuse
of Oiroke no Jutsu.

Cyber-“So.
. . I was bitten by the rabid crack bunny. With the help of my beta it became
this.”

Kinjutsu

A genius would have figured out very quickly that this day
was going to turn out badly. But Jiraiya
acknowledges, if only to himself, that he isn’t a genius. Handsome,
intelligent, a talented ninja and an excellent writer. Certainly a fine catch
for any beautiful woman. But not a genius. That had been Orochimaru’s
job anyway.

Hell, two years ago any genius would have figured out that
taking Naruto on as his apprentice was going to turn
out, well, not badly but not exactly the most pleasant of experiences for
either of them. After all, Jiraiya acknowledges that
he quite fits society’s definition of a raging pervert. He doesn’t see anything
wrong with it of course. He merely appreciates the untold wonders of the female
form and attempts to spread that appreciation to the world in the form of his
novels. But Naruto, unfortunately, seems to
specialize in creating jutsu to foil perverts and has
a healthy disrespect perverts in general. A disaster waiting to happen.

Jiraiya suppresses a twitch. He
should have been expecting this really. He has been getting behind on his
research and his writing so naturally when they came to the little town famous
for its onsen he had to take a break and remedy that.
Naruto on the other hand had been annoyed at his
training suddenly being put on hold. He had given his apprentice a task, get
better control over the kyuubi’s chakra, to pass the
time while he researched but. . . He doesn’t blame Naruto
for being upset about it. The boy is definitely starved for attention, growing
up the way Naruto did it’s actually a surprise it
isn’t much, much worse. So when the boy stalked away muttering about perverts
and getting them back for ignoring him Jiraiya had
let it pass. No harm could come of it, right?

He really should have known better. Naruto’s
Oiroke no Jutsu is
absolutely divine, one of the most tempting sights he’s seen in several years.
And the Harem no Jutsu Naruto
unleashed on him several months ago was more tempting by far. A pity the boy’s
only interest is training to get stronger, for Sasuke.
It reminds him a little too much of himself really, when he and Orochimaru were at the height of their rivalry. And it’s
rather obvious that that couldn’t
have turned out any worse than it already has. Naruto
developing yet another new jutsu in an odd little
form of revenge for being ignored was actually a given.

What Jiraiya realizes he’d
neglected to take into account was the fact that Naruto
always strives to accomplish whatever goals he is given for training. And the
goal for this last time had been getting better control over the kyuubi’s chakra. So it seems obvious in hindsight that Naruto would involve the kyuubi’s
chakra in the development of this new jutsu. Jiraiya just wishes he’d had the foresight to expect it a
week ago when Naruto had left him happily researching
and writing. Then he might have been able to prepare for something like the
sight before him.

His goal this morning was to take a little more of a break
to finish the chapter he’s currently working on and then nudge Naruto in a helpful direction with some new jutsu this afternoon. Naruto had
taken very badly to that pronouncement and had left, only to appear right
before lunch announcing his new improved jutsu and
proclaiming revenge for the neglect.

Jiraiya
hadn’t turned around to look, not right away. Steeling himself against an overt
reaction, developing a nosebleed is an embarrassment for someone of his
caliber, while at the same time humming with anticipation was a little more
important. But of course he had turned around. And that brings him back to the
knowledge that a genius would have definitely figured out this day would go
badly. And, of course, the sight before him.

Naruto is very attractive no
matter what form he takes. Sleekly muscled without being feminine, nearly flawless
skin, bright inquisitive eyes and such familiar blond hair. A perfect specimen
of what a teenage shinobi should be. Jiraiya isn’t surprised, or ashamed, at acknowledging that.
Ninja can’t afford to be picky about attraction. Growing up surrounded by death
teaches ninja to take what’s offered in whatever form it appears, be it male,
female, young or old. He remembers recovering from pitched battles during the
height of the war. Numbing himself to the death, blood and pain with Tsunade in his lap, and helping her do the same. Or
watching her writhing with Orochimaru. Or even
sucking Orochimaru’s tongue into his mouth while
tangling his fingers in his former teammate’s hair and feeling the. . . Not
going there.

What Jiraiya is surprised about
right now is that Naruto is standing before him
blissfully and completely naked, clothes in a pile at his bare feet. And is
that a copy of one of his novels peeking out from under Naruto’s
jacket? It isn’t even a remotely female form either. And his apprentice looks
debauched, and utterly feral. Eyes unnaturally bright, yet somehow glazed at
the same time, mouth open in a becoming little sigh with moist, just licked,
lips. That is just a touch
disturbing. He allows himself another twitch. Even more disturbing is the hand
lazily brushing down a firm belly, swirls of the seal unusually visible. And is
it just his imagination or are Naruto’s nails just a
bit longer than they should be?

The twitch becomes a gulp. This isn’t the first time he’s
been aroused by someone decades younger. This isn’t the first time he’s felt a
twinge directed at Naruto even. Not that he would
ever act on such things. Though it’s something he wouldn’t put past Orochimaru to try. . . But that tang, the faint burning
touch, is the kyuubi’s chakra circling around Naruto. And for it to have affected Naruto
in this way. . . Well it definitely warrants an ‘oh shit.’ The seal is still
whole, he’s actually glad that Naruto isn’t wearing
anything so he can know for sure, so the fox can’t be in control. But there’s
definite influence there. He just hopes Naruto’s mind
is still close enough to the surface to be easily brought back to his senses, “Naruto. . .”

“Ero-sennin.” There’s a bit of a
husky whine in Naruto’s voice. It sends shivers down
his spine. But not as much as the sight of Naruto,
slowly coming closer. Soft, almost prancing steps. Jiraiya
suddenly feels almost as if he’s being stalked. It’s not a feeling he’s ever
particularly enjoyed. “Ero-sennin. You’ve been
ignoring me. I’ve made a new jutsu.” Naruto is so close now, and it’s not like he can safely
back away. Who knows what fleeing would do to Naruto’s
fox infected mind at the moment. Naruto’s mouth is
still open, now with soft, gentle panting, and those unnaturally bright eyes
are slitted, “Promise not to ignore me and I won’t
have to use it with Oiroke. . .”

“Naruto. You’re not yourself. Snap
out of it!” Perhaps he should have taken the risk and backed away. Naruto is very persistent and not responding to his orders.
And those hands are currently trying to worm underneath his clothing. . . Ok,
that’s it! Jiraiya captures Naruto’s
hands and hauls them above the blond head, “Naruto!
You’re letting the kyuubi influence you.” And no
luck. Grabbing his student’s hands only brought that naked body closer and now
he has quite strong legs wrapped around his waist. Really. . .

Naruto makes a very interesting
sound and arches his back, neck curving in an artful line. The artist in the
back of his mind comments on the pose, he’ll definitely have to remember it for
his illustrations. Such beauty shouldn’t go to waste in an old hermit’s
memories. But it’s clear that there’s something very wrong. Naruto’s
skin is flushed and the boy is doing a very impressive impersonation of an
enthusiastic lover. If he didn’t know better he would be sure Naruto has been doing some experimentation with some girl.
And yes, Naruto’s nails have lengthened. Not full
claws yet but damn close. His eyes too. While still blue, mostly, they have the
slit pupils of a fox. Now how to get Naruto back to
his normal self?

“Please.” Naruto sounds so
desperate, so needy. So wanton. “Please.”
And the boy is trying to kiss him. As Jiraiya turns
his head away he wonders if the boy has ever kissed, ever. Because in spite of the enthusiasm that had to be the
clumsiest kiss he’s ever experienced. This is going nowhere. He has to get Naruto away from him and somehow bring the boy back to his
senses. And calm himself down, because that writhing is having much more effect
than it should.

“Jiraiya-sama, please!”

The hell? Naruto almost never uses
his name, in spite of his attempts to break the boy of the annoying habit of
calling him ‘Ero-sennin.’ He needs to get the boy
away from him, now! And Naruto is definitely more affected by the fox than he had
originally thought. Because Naruto is still rather
clumsy, not nearly graceful enough to pull off a twisting flip like that. But Naruto did just that and is crouching in front of him. Jiraiya takes a deep breath; this is going to be hard. The
unintentional pun makes him want to whimper.

Naruto stands up, grinning, and
forming a seal. The boy really is too pretty for his own good. It’s a wonder he
hasn’t gotten any experience yet. In
a few years Naruto’s beauty will rival that of his
former student. And the Yondaime, rest his soul, was
considered one of the most attractive men in his generation. Not that it’s a
surprise. In spite of bearing a different name it is clear that Naruto is Yondaime’s son. And
that makes the idea of being with the boy sexually even less appealing than it
already is. And that is definitely a
feat.

“Oiroke no Jutsu!”
The shout brings him out of his musings. Naruto’s
wonderfully enticing jutsu. And this particular form
is a definite improvement. Jiraiya gulps. He’s always
had just a little bit of a weakness for cat girls. In fact the last town had a
brothel that even catered to the taste. Cat girls with little headbands and
furry ears and tails attached to their underwear. Even a puppy girl and a fox
girl for variety. But Naruto’s jutsu,
and it’s always been much more than a simple henge. .
. In fact it’s much closer to the jutsu Tsunade uses to keep her young form in just about every
way. Naruto’s jutsu is the
most beautiful fox girl he’s ever seen. It helps that the tail and ears are real and mobile. Not just a buxom girl
either but a buxom kunoichi.

And kunoichi, Jiraiya
almost whimpers at the thought, with their lithe and well muscled bodies just
brimming with strength and grace have always been his biggest weakness, well
endowed or not. Her, and it’s a little odd to think of Naruto
as female, hair is loosely bound and flutters down her back in glistening
golden waves. It makes sense really. The pigtails would have gotten in the way
of the perky ears. And her tail. . . He’s itching to run his hands through the
fur. If it was anyone else he probably would. But it’s Naruto. And he has to remember
that even if his knees are weak and he’s in danger of fainting from lack of
blood to the brain.

The red, almost spicy if he were to describe it in terms of
taste, chakra is still swirling faintly around Naruto.
But on closer inspection. . . The chakra isn’t quite red, isn’t purely the kyuubi’s. It’s a bloody purple and contains good amounts of
Naruto’s natural chakra mixed in so completely. . .
Damn. That means he can’t use a sealing jutsu to seal
away the chakra until Naruto regains his senses. With
the chakra mixed so completely like this. . . The Five Element Seal would kill Naruto instead of just sealing the boy.

And there’s no point in beating the boy into unconsciousness
either. Naruto’s chakra reserves are more than his
own now, at least with the kyuubi’s chakra taken into
account, and the boy could probably outlast him in a spar. In a serious fight.
. . No, Jiraiya doesn’t want to harm the boy that
badly. So. . . Damn. He’s stuck between a rock and a hard place. Or, more
accurately, between a tree and a slightly deranged student. This is a really
bad day.

“Naruto. . .” He lets his voice dip
just a little, crooning at his student. It’s the tone he uses when convincing a
less than enthusiastic woman to give him a chance. “I’m sorry for ignoring
you.” There. If that doesn’t work. . .
He flinches. Trying to talk someone down is damn difficult at the best
of times. He’s a man of action, not of politics! But at least he’s gotten Naruto’s attention. Blue-violet eyes are fixed on him. And
her eyes are so much wider and expressive in her female body. If Naruto wasn’t naked and caressing herself he would call her
utterly innocent. His mouth feels so dry. “Tell you what. I’ll make it up to
you. I’ve been thinking. . .” Gyaa!

Perhaps he should have stated his conditions before saying
that. . . Naruto pounced and well. . . She is so
delectable. Jiraiya attempts to push the hands
tugging at his clothing away. And he’d be succeeding if his thoughts weren’t so
muddled right now. He hates to admit it but. . . He wants this Naruto badly. But he can’t give in. He can’t! Now if Naruto were fully aware and
consenting well that would be something completely different. He has to focus. Naruto is under the influence of the kyuubi
right now. He has to get Naruto free of that
influence. And he doubts letting her have her way with him would do much to
help that. “Naruto! Stop right now!”

The sudden difficulty of breathing catches him by surprise.
Sucker punch. He blinks up at Naruto, her face
beaming. Jiraiya struggles to get up but the disarray
of his clothing is enough to keep him effectively pinned, at least in his
current state. And Naruto is pushing the last of his
clothing out of the way. He’s still technically wearing everything but with his
pants around his ankles and his top tangled around his arms he can’t do much.
If Naruto had stripped him completely it would be
different. It’s both a feeling of pride and embarrassment to know that Naruto had been
listening to his lectures on trapping an enemy in the most efficient ways
possible. He just never expected that lecture to be turned on him.

Right now he’s wishing he’d never met Naruto.
Never recognized just who the boy belonged to. Never felt the need to be a
mentor again. He knows of course, that if he were to be given a chance to go
back in time and change it he wouldn’t for all the world. But he still wishes
it hadn’t come to this. Because really. . . Jiraiya
always knew that taking Naruto on as his apprentice
would come back and bite him. But he never expected it to happen literally.

Not that the bites he’s being given hurt. Little love bites,
they will leave marks because he’s not nearly as young as he used to be,
accompanied by intriguing mewling sounds. It’s just that the whole situation is
so wrong. And he can’t do a damn
thing to change it. Fighting would only end up with Naruto
hurt, and this isn’t Naruto’s fault, and the
non-violent methods haven’t worked yet. Doesn’t help that he’s unbelievably
aroused in spite of himself. It’s taking all of his willpower, considerable
indeed in spite of his reputation, not to arch his hips up into that delectable
little morsel straddling his waist right now.

Naruto is so wet. And warm, hot even. She’s purring and rubbing her breasts
against him, his stomach rather than his chest due to the height difference,
but her voice. “Jiraiya-sama. Please. Don’t ignore
me, don’t leave me alone.” Such desperation, such fear. He wants to reach out
and just envelop this poor child in a hug. But for the fact that she’s grinding
against him in a most erotic, yet clearly inexperienced, way. “I don’t care
about jutsu, just don’t ignore me!”

That’s it. Somehow that’s the reason Naruto
is doing this. He was wrong. Naruto is that starved for attention. And this
odd merging with the kyuubi shot any inhibitions to
hell. And looking back. . . It makes a vicious sense. Naruto
was completely neglected as a child, he looked into it. Iruka,
sweet man, so caring, never had much time for Naruto
due to work and Naruto’s own missions. Then the team.
. . The girl apparently hated him and never quite warmed up to him enough to
make Naruto really notice. Sasuke
left. And the teacher, Kakashi. Kakashi
ignored Naruto for Sasuke.
No wonder Naruto has these feelings buried inside. He
curses himself for not figuring it out sooner. For not paying more attention.

But he can remedy that later. Now he needs to calm Naruto down, fast. And the realization just might do it.
“Alright. I’ll pay more attention, just sto—!” That
was embarrassing. He hadn’t meant to let that trail off in a moan. Oddly, a
part of his mind is pleased that Naruto has at least
been told about the mechanics of sex. Though finding out be being ridden by the girl isn’t the ideal way. Naruto seems surprised at the sensations. But still so
enthusiastic, using her strong legs to rise up and impale herself again and
again.

Jiraiya bites back a groan. Then
lets it out. There’s no point in resisting. They’re already past the point of
no return. Nothing will give Naruto back her
virginity. And he’ll be damned if his apprentice’s first time is anything less
than spectacular. Her squeak makes him smile. Clearly Naruto
hadn’t been expecting him to get his arms out of the tangle of his clothing. It
really wasn’t all that difficult but Naruto is Naruto.

And that moan is its own reward. Now that he’s guiding her
motions she can relax a little and truly experience. And it really isn’t
boasting to say that his experience in the carnal allows him to adjust her
motions so that she gets the maximum pleasure. He’s had decades to perfect his
technique after all. She’s moaning now with every stroke, alternately bending
forward and arching so far back he idly fears that she’ll snap her spine.

And the smooth skin of her hips feels wonderful beneath his
hands. He’d fondle her breasts but she’s already too far gone to keep any
semblance of control on her own. Then again it’s probably better this way.
While Naruto may be enjoying this now. . . Jiraiya bites his lip and works his hips upwards in time
with the bouncing. Naruto’s moan and trembling almost
brings guilty tears to his eyes. Naruto is going to hate him later. Best to do as little as
possible and hope the feeling of violation will be lessened.

The little moans become a shriek. Naruto’s
climaxed, actually later than he had anticipated. He stills, trying to ignore
the urge to continue on to his own climax, and rests his hands lightly on the
curve of her hips. Hopefully Naruto will get off
soon, very, very soon. He can feel the jutsu wavering
and knows it won’t hold up much longer, Naruto
doesn’t have the control to keep a jutsu up for very
long during something like an orgasm, and if it fails while he’s still inside.
. .

Actually Jiraiya has never put
much thought into what would happen. Naruto’s jutsu is rather unique in that it temporarily give Naruto a truly female body, which brings up the question of
whether or not Naruto is fertile in this form, and Naruto is, was, a virgin. Theoretically one of two things
would happen. He’d be forced out, which wouldn’t be comfortable for either of
them and could possibly do great damage to Naruto’s
body. Or. . . He’d be shunted to the closest available opening. He’d suspect
the former if it was anyone but Naruto. And he hasn’t
investigated how Naruto’s cells rearrange themselves
during the transformation with enough depth to say for sure.

And. . . Damn! Just as he was lifting the girl off, because Naruto is clearly too lost in the afterglow to do it
herself, the jutsu disengaged. The pop that signifies
the end of the jutsu is accompanied by a yowl. Poor Naruto, it would seem that it is the latter option, though
the former might well have been worse. So much for a fantastic first time. It
isn’t too comfortable for himself either, just this side of being truly
painful. Anal penetration requires lubrication and the natural sort left behind
by Naruto’s jutsu isn’t
nearly enough.

Jiraiya hisses. Naruto has resumed moving. That crosses the threshold of
pain and it’s clear that Naruto is much worse off.
The boy is making small pained yelps with each movement. If it causes Naruto that much pain, and he acknowledges Naruto’s unusually high pain tolerance, why doesn’t Naruto stop? The boy has climaxed already. . . Oh hell. The
book under the jacket. The pleading for attention, for
affection. The boy’s subconscious desires, brought to the fore and
twisted by the kyuubi, are to please him.

Naruto has only two ways of
getting attention. Annoyance and pleasure. Annoying people is the best way of
getting attention among the villagers, who dislike him anyway, and is the
reason for much of his outward attitude. After all Jiraiya
has seen Naruto be quiet and contemplative rather
than the boisterous image he usually presents. And the other way. . . When
someone shows him some sort of positive reaction he switches to pleasing them.
And sadly it hasn’t worked as well as Naruto’s
subconscious mind would like. The people he’s tried to please, Iruka, his team, Tsunade,
himself, remain at a distance. They all care, though Sasuke
is just a little doubtful, but it clearly hasn’t been enough, or visible
enough, for the lonely, abandoned child still residing somewhere inside the
bubbly boy. Oh how he regrets not allowing himself to become closer to the boy.
But he hadn’t wanted to coddle, Naruto won’t grow
stronger like that. . . Hell. He is such a fool.

A fool who now has to deal with a clearly not stable boy causing himself damage in
order to please him. Damn again. Naruto’s
twisted mind clearly won’t let the boy stop until Jiraiya
climaxes. It’s unlikely with the current discomfort, even more so because Naruto is in so much pain. And now there is the added fear
of what will happen if he stops his apprentice. Naruto
is so fragile right now. In cases like this it should be best to take the path
of least resistance but. . .

He needs some sort of lube. A mental list comes up with
nothing handy. The closest is a salve for burns and scrapes. There’s oil, used
for weapons, but that’s toxic. And he’s not going to poison either of them for
this. He hisses again. It hurts, not so much now and he suspects Naruto is bleeding, so the salve it is.

Jiraiya takes his hand away from
the boy’s hip, he has to admit he actually prefers it in the masculine body,
and searches blindly for the small jar. Scroll, scroll, brush holder, ink,
bottle, scroll. Ah! The jar. It’s hard to open it with
only one hand but he manages, he is a
ninja. It takes a little more effort to hold Naruto
up when the boy rises, Naruto struggles against him,
but he manages to get a good amount of the salve on them. Naruto’s
next slide down is much easier on them both. It could be better but right now
he’s going to ignore that. He doesn’t need to make himself feel any worse than
he does right now.

Naruto makes a relieved sound,
something between a whimper and a sigh and begins to pick up the pace. Hands
are scrabbling at his chest as Naruto moves, now in a
much surer rhythm, and he clasps one hand around the boy’s hip to guide again.
His experience with men is limited, he always has preferred women, but he knows
enough to make things more pleasant. As he curls his other hand, still coated
in a film of the salve, around Naruto’s slowly
returning arousal he’s struck by how long it’s been since he’s done this last.

The last time. . . Orochimaru. It had been a horrendous battle. They’d both been drenched
in the blood of their enemies. He’d been shaking from exhaustion, even the best
of medics can only repair wounded flesh and soldier pills can only do so much.
There had been something off about Orochimaru in that night. Something so heart wrenchingly
wrong with his partner as the slender man rode him, he
himself had been too weak to do much at the time. Tears.
He remembers now. Just a glimmer of moisture in golden eyes,
so little that only he, or maybe Tsunade, would have
ever caught it. And a desperation so like Naruto’s
now. He suspects that that had been the beginning of the end. And he’ll forever
torture himself with the what ifs. What if he’d caught
it and understood? Could he have stopped the slow fall that he’s sure started
that night? He’ll never know. But maybe if he helps Naruto
stop Sasuke’s fall he’ll find some sort of
redemption.

Naruto whimpers and brings him out
of the painful memory. At least the whimper is one of pleasure, though he’s
sure there’s still a good amount of pain. The boy is close again, youthful
stamina is a contradiction in terms, and he can see the exhaustion trembling
through his frame. Naruto won’t last long. And if his
guesses are correct he shouldn’t
either. So he lets himself believe, if only for a moment, that this is
completely consensual. It helps though he’s sure it will make him feel
disgusted later.

The red-purple chakra is whipping wildly about Naruto’s body. It’s worrying. He’s heard rumors
that youko can gain energy from sexual encounters and
he dearly hopes this isn’t some scheme of the kyuubi
in an attempt to get free. What’s even more worrying is that the tail and ears
of the jutsu still remain. He doesn’t want to think
about them being permanent.

Then. . . It’s over. Naruto shudders violently and coats his hand with white. He
uses a mental trick, and some quick chakra work, to bring himself off in nearly
the same moment. Though he’s physically satiated the climax was unfulfilling.
There’s an unpleasant taste in the back of his mouth. He wishes he could just
push this all away and forget. But he can’t, because Naruto
won’t.

But at least the tainted chakra separates and becomes two
again, red and crystal blue. The ears and tail vanish and Naruto
slumps against his chest, breathing heavily and whimpering in the aftershocks
of pain and two orgasms close on each other’s heels. This is going to be so
mentally scaring and he doesn’t have the faintest idea where to start the
healing. Damn yet again.

And the silence that follows doesn’t help him come up with
anything. All he can do is concentrate on Naruto’s racing
heartbeat and the soft whimpers. And then. . . dismay.
Naruto’s cry makes him flinch. His apprentice has
come back to his senses. What to do? What to do?

Jiraiya does the only thing he can
think of, admittedly not much at all, and holds the boy, struggling in shame to
get away, to him. “It’s not your fault, it’s not! Don’t leave, don’t go. It’s
not your fault.” The part of his mind that is always a ninja comments on how
pathetic he sounds right now. Begging his traumatized student
not to leave him. What a scene they’re probably making right now. He
cringes at the thought.

But it’s working. Naruto’s dry
sobs are lessening and the murmured apologies are becoming less frequent. He
knows that this isn’t over, not by a long shot, but it’s a start. And he’ll be
damned if he ever ignores his student again. So he just rocks the naked boy
like a mother and whispers soothing words, all the while cursing himself for a
fool. Never again.

The afternoon is starting to wane when coherency creeps back
in between them. Naruto looks up at him, expression
drowning in shame and regret, and whispers in a cracked voice, “I’m sorry. I
don’t know. . . I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. Somehow the kyuubi
influenced you into doing this. Don’t blame yourself.” And he’s not even going
to think of mentioning that it was only an influence and the twisted, needy
desires already existed buried inside. That
wouldn’t go over well. “If anything, blame me for not finding a way to stop
it.”

Naruto flinches, and covers up the
hastily indrawn breath of pain with a snarl directed at himself,
“No. . . It. . . I—“

Neither of them is ready right now for the conversation Naruto is trying to start. They can lay blame and discover
the intricacies of reason later. “Later. Right now we need to figure out how to
stop it from happening again. Do you know how the kyuubi’s
chakra started to meld with your own?”

There is silence. Then the answer Jiraiya
realizes he’s been dreading. “I did it. I. . . The jutsu
is supposed to meld my chakra with the fox’s. Better chakra control. But. . .”

“It worked too well and chakra wasn’t the only thing that
melded.” He hugs the boy close, and is surprised that Naruto
snuggles into the contact rather than flinching away. “Your mind was affected. Possibly the kyuubi getting revenge for
being sealed.” He doesn’t believe that, and he’s pretty sure Naruto has caught the falsehood but. . . Sometimes
falsehoods are necessary. “We’ll make it a kinjutsu,
forbidden except in life or death situations. Understand?”

When Naruto nods he allows himself
a chance to finally relax. “And we’ll get through this. I promise to pay more
attention to you and your training from now on. My word as a
ninja.”

Naruto grins, a shadow of his
usual expression but such a relief, “I’ll hold you to it, Ero-sennin.”
Neither of them are fools enough to believe that this is remotely over but
there is a certain comfort to be found in familiar things. “And I’ll find a way
to make the jutsu work and not.
. . do that.” There’s a glimmer in Naruto’s eyes, the
well hidden evidence of what he so openly admitted only a few moments ago.
“It’s only a kinjutsu if it’s harmful. I’ll find a
way to fix it.”

It’s only a kinjutsu if it’s
harmful. I’ll find a way to fix it.

He’ll believe that, just as he believes in Sasuke’s chance of redemption, because it’s Naruto. But he
knows too well what will happen. Orochimaru said the
same thing once.

And it doesn’t take a genius to know this won’t end well.

Cyber-“That
was rather. . . pessimistic. And the gleeful smut the plotbunny wanted morphed into something else. But anyway
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