#slug-princess

[karakurared-karin]

{ Stubborn Healers | Tsunade & Karin }

"Stop moving! Seriously!" Karin demanded to the injured teenager as she was cleaning his wound in the knee. Fortunately it didn't seemed like nothing serious despise of falling from a tree.

The patient pouted and glared back at the ebony haired soon enough he complained for her demand, offended the girl placed the bandage on the wound a bit harder on purpose as a little revenge causing the teen to almost cry of pain. 

"Done." she stated while leaving the alcohol, and bandages in their respective places, soon enough the teen went out of the infirmary mumbling things that it was better for the girl to not hear, it would bring her a big headache. 

The girl patted her uniform and reached the paper of the patient before moving to the next room. A lot of people ended up in the infirmary for one or another reason, lately due the holidays, deep down she was glad she haven't see any familiar face in that place since she began to work there. It was pretty similar like their clinic back in Karakura, only with more cry babies than she would've thought.

Karin knocked the door of the Doctor's office to deliver her the paper, while she has been there for almost a year, the girl barely interacted with her fellow nurses or bosses even, yet the ways of healing of the kunoichis were really something different and she had the opportunity to see a few in action.

"Oi!" the girl said as she knocked one more time, "You didn't fell asleep did you?"

After all, it was going to be a long day. 

[shuuhei-sensei]

Little Talks (Tsunade/Shuuhei)

Complying to his captain's orders, the male lieutenant paid the shopping district a visit to purchase food supplies for his captain, his co-lieutenant, and himself. Checking the list on his hand and the items he purchased on  the shopping cart, he had to make sure he got everything they need, from ingredients to Mashiro's month-long (or week-long) supply of candies. After he had confirmed that he had obtained the necessary items, the raven proceeded to pay for their purchase.

Carrying plastic bags on both hands, Hisagi began walking back to the campus grounds until a soft grumbling stopped him on his tracks.

"...Crap. I haven't eaten a anything since this morning." He mumbled.

Since he's not in a rush or anything, the shinigami thought of stopping over to one of the restaurants to eat first before returning. He looked around, searching for the nearest restaurant, until he found one with a simple-looking structure. With the bag of groceries in his hands, he made his way to that said building. As he stepped in, he was greeted by the aroma of grilled beef and sake. The raven-haired let his eyes trail the surroundings to look for a vacant table, which, much to his luck, there's one in a corner. As he was about to drop his things and take a seat, he noticed a blonde who was also about to do the same thing. She seemed to have noticed the vacant table at the same time as he did.

"...You can occupy this table, lady." He politely offered, with a curve on his lips.

"I'll just look for another one."

[flakyleaf]

☱

Dear Diary!

My granddaughter approached me again today, and much like the last time, only requiring some physical affection. While such things as hugs certainly don’t bother me, it seems the only times she wishes to see me is for such purposes, or gambling and drinking. Am I the model of Shinobi sin for my granddaughter? 

If my memories of her ever return, I’ll have to assess where I went wrong…

[flakyleaf]

Tsunade :D

"Wooh, she’s a piece of work alright! To think she was given the title of Hokage so easily, when she’d rather indulge in such frivolities as gambling and drinking!"

"… I’m joking, of course. There’s no way a grandfather couldn’t be proud of his granddaughter, especially one who possessed the resolve and strength to rise to leadership of a village, she’s certainly out done me."

[peeping-sage]

Spring Fling, more like Glory Years Disco (@Tsunade)

Just his luck he get paired up with the one woman he would rather not have to deal with for one night. A mild regret seeped in for not actively seeking out a partner, however since the women asked the men, there was only so much he could have done in the end. Man, and the stage would have been perfect to spend with a sexy babe. And yet he had to spend the evening with that old bag. Or so he thought, until he caught sight of her...

He hadn't expected her to dress so extravagantly, and even though he knew full well how old she was, with not only her age alteration jutsu, but her get up for the night, she could easily pass for a woman in her early 20's. And one that had certainly lit up the floor, for one.

He shook his head, snapping out of the minor moment of awe he found for his former comrade. This was Tsunade he was dealing with, not some impressionable young-to-middle aged woman. He'd best get their dancing over and done with, and would perhaps refrain from bringing up a certain incident from earlier that week. With that, he made his move.

"Well, it would seem I owe you a small venture out on to the dance floor. May I have this dance, Hokage-sama?"

[peeping-sage]

"JIRAIYA! Y-YOU EGG HEADED-PERV!!" The blonde screamed, as she grabbed him by the collar and pressed her lips against his. Tsunade couldn't believe that she had done something, that she never dreamed of. "Alright, I'll see you later then, Jiraiya. Let's go drinking later, okay?"

The Sage continued to pace the halls of the academy, desperately trying to come up with a contingency plan for his… issue with Tsunade. It wasn’t that he himself took issue with the act himself, it was simply that all of his plans thus far resulted in him taking a beating, which from experience, were not pleasant.

But he’d be damned if he wouldn’t go through with it. Fate had drawn him this card, and he would damn well play it like the man he was. He decided the best approach was the most simple, approach her, do the deed, and then brace for the impending impact. While the prospect of possibly being bound to a hospital bed seemed likely, he’d take a few broken bones and ruptured organs any day over disappearing from existence once again.

I guess its now or never, he resolved, clenching his fist as he turned to head towards his Sannin comrade's classroom. However as this moment came, the blonde rounded the corner. And boy did she look MAD! His resolve shattered, as the blonde charged towards him, shouting angrily in his direction. Had she found out some of his exploits? No matter what the situation was, this certainly wasn't the time for his obligation.

"Look, if its about the pink-haired girl I-"

As her lips met his own, the initial shock of what had just happened quickly amounted to confusion. There was no way Tsunade would do this normally, under ANY circumstance. Unless... she must have had a similar predicament to his own. It was the only reasonable assumption to make. Regardless of the circumstances, it cleared the requirement the man had for himself, and much to his surprise, without any damage inflicted.

"Heh, you got it. After that, I'm probably going to need a drink or two."

[flakyleaf]

A Hokage's Casino

Hashirama chuckled. This woman was definitely on the same page, and he knew exactly what game he intended to play...

"Alright you're on! Fetch us some sake and I'll pull out the Chō-Han Bakuchi set I found under Byakuya's bed!" Hashirama loved this game, especially with stakes. Two dice were shaken in a bamboo tube and placed face down on the table and players would call either "Chō" for an even total or "Han" for an odd total. Any free weekends Hashirama had were spent gambling any funds his wife allowed him to use, the main reason being that he normally brought back more than he left with. My luck is notoriously good with this game, this woman doesn't stand a chance. Had his grand daughter carried on Senju's winning name? For his own sake, he hoped not.

[flakyleaf]

"Old man, Let's gamble!"

Stolen from his peaceful slumber by a deafening bashing noise on the door, Hashirama rolled off his mattress onto the ground, almost not bothering to get back up. The bashing persisted, and he could hear a woman’s voice echoing through the walls. Dragging himself to his feet, he wandered over and open the door. 

“God not her again”, he thought, as the voluptuous woman who was struggling to stand leaned against the frame of his door. “This was supposed to be my granddaughter?”, he thought, as he surveyed the problem he now had to face. If only he had some undeniable proof they were related…        “Old man, Let’s gamble!” If there were anyone as desperate a gambler as himself, it would definitely be someone related to him. There was no more doubt in his mind, and while this supposed granddaughter of his was quite beautiful, she had a decorum on par with his own and reeked of sake. “Alright young lady, have it your way. But don’t your hopes up, you have no chance of beating a seasoned master, gyahahahahaha!”