6464646464 - author's note - 64646464

It has come to my attention that I have not given proper credit for the idea to this story. After reading a story called "To Bewitch a Perv, err, Sannin." by DotOntheSpot I became so enamored with the pairing I wanted to write my own story. I never claimed to be the first to have this idea because I know for a fact I'm not.
I did not mean to steal or make anyone angry with this idea and I apologize if I offended her. I will say honestly that her story is much better than mine. It was because of her that I wrote it. I was so desperate for more of this pairing I had no choice. So once again I apologize to her and I hope there are no hard feelings as I am a die hard fan of hers!

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There were rose petals on the bed and scattered all over the floor. At first glance it would seem there was no pattern to this, but if one were to look closely it wouldn't be hard to see that each was carefully placed to induce the sense of smell and entrance the mind. The windows on the far side of the room were open, the sheer silken fabric billowing about on a jasmine scented breeze. Jasmine...the scent alone was supposed to enhance desire. It was working for the tall white haired man who stood near the door, taking a deep contented breath. Already the Legendary Sannin Jiraiya was feeling a little giddy, though it wasn't exactly because of the atmosphere.

Jiraiya crossed the fragrant room and entered the bathroom, noting that candles of all shapes and sizes had been placed around the enormous bathtub. It was a shame he wouldn't be using any of these on this night. However, it would make for good material for his upcoming book. In fact many things about this night would make good material. That was, of course, providing that everything went according to plan.

"You're really planning on going through this?" Tsunade stood in the bathroom entrance, looking rather regal in her Hokage ceremonial robes.

"You know...you really fill those out much better than Sarutobi did." Jiraiya teased, offering her the trademark wide toothed smile he was well known for.

"I asked you a question." Tsunade was too serious, even now. It was one of the things that always drove him crazy about her. The smile she offered him was another.

"Of course I am. It's about time I settled down and made an honest..." He only got half way through the sentence before the short blond held up a hand to silence him, already shaking her head.

Her warm brown eyes were narrowed, her lips set. "No. It's not that at all. I know you too well. You're not the marrying kind, Jiraiya. This is completely out of character for you." Even as she spoke she adjusted his own ceremonial robe, still frowning deeply. The white haired man noted that it made her forehead wrinkle, making the blue jewel between her eyes shift ever so slightly.

"Everyone has to change someday." Jiraiya said, his tone low. He was looking into her eyes now, looking over her face as if trying to remember it. "Even you, Tsunade. One day you too will get over Dan and move on. But until then..."

"Is that why you're doing this?" She asked him, reaching up to adjust his headband. "You're getting married to spite me?"

Jiraiya immediately scoffed at this. "Why would I do something as base as that?" He moved away from her, only holding his own scowl for a moment or two. "I told you why I'm doing this. I'm getting on in years, as Naruto Uzumaki so kindly puts it. I think it's time I settled..."

"You're doing this for those dirty books of yours." Tsunade hissed, crossing her arms over her ample chest. "You're doing this to get material."

Jiraiya rested a hand over his heart in a mocking gesture. "You wound me, woman. You really do. You think me so shallow?"

"Yes." Tsunade replied without a moments hesitation. "The Hyuga clan just made things easy for you. Your future bride cannot deny you because her father won't allow it."

"That's rather harsh." The toad sage whispered, rubbing the back of his wild unruly hair. "If I wanted a wife I could have any one I wanted. Even you." This verbal battle was getting them no where. Tsunade sighed heavily and sat on the edge of the tub. "If you were aware of this, then why did you agree to it, Tsunade? I know that her father went to you long before I threw my hand into things. You knew he'd placed his oldest child up for grabs."

"I..." Tsunade rubbed her forehead, remembering the terrified look that the eldest Hyuga daughter had given her when the upcoming nuptials had been announced. "Out of all the men that stepped forward for Hinata's hand, I knew that you would be the most able to take care of her. Even if it serves your own purpose. Most men would trap her for the rest of their lives but when you decide to move on, I know that Hinata will be all right. I trust you for that."

"Naruto never asked for her?" Jiraiya questioned, rather surprised when Tsunade shook her head.

"You know as well as I do that her father never would have gone for that even if he had." She said with a bitter snort of her own. "However, knowing Naruto, a divorce from you will not affect her chances with him. That's if he's not still infatuated with that pink haired shinobi."

The tall well built man rolled his eyes dramatically. "I don't think that's ever going to change. That boy eats, sleeps, and breathes Sakura Haruno. It's almost scary."

"I know you're blocked in your writing...however perverted it may be...but Jiraiya, I'm asking you as a long time teammate and companion not to hurt this girl. She's...She's not like the others." Tsunade said gently.
Jiraiya found himself laughing. "Ah. I see. She's a Mary Sue."

Tsunade looked at him blankly, blinking her eyes a few times. "A what?"

-4-4-

Hinata Hyuga stood before the floor length mirror staring at the white dress that clung to her slender frame. It was far too tight, pushing her breasts against the bodice just enough to make it appear that they were spilling out. Lucky enough the skirt was long enough that it pooled on the floor, covering her ankles. She imagined she would faint if anymore of her body was exposed.

Blushing deeply at the thought of herself tripping on the train and losing the top of the dress altogether, she wondered if it were actually possible to die of embarassement. At least Naruto wouldn't be here to see this. That was a blessing in a small way.

She imagined that it was him she was walking down the isle to meet, watching him smile brightly as he reached out a hand to pull her to his side. She was so lost in her fantasy she didn't hear her sister enter the room or the younger girl's helpless giggles.

"Hinata, mother's dress looks silly on you." Hanabi announced with a wide grin. "You're going to make a fool of yourself."

The elder Hyuga blushed deeply, hating herself for not being able to rise to her sister's taunts. "Everything will be fine." She whispered. Her words sounded much more sure than she was.

Her father had been so desperate to rid himself of her he'd basically put a for sale sign up around the village. If it wasn't bad enough that she was paraded around many unfamiliar men like a cattle at auction, her father had accepted the proposal of the Legendary Sannin Jiraiya. Not that she wasn't flattered, considering he was one of the greatest ninjas Kohona had ever seen. It was more along the lines of his nick name being "Pervy Sage". Even if it was given to him by Naruto there was merit to it. The current Hokage, Tsunade, could and had attested to that. Not to mention he was the author of the wildly popular, wildly perverted novel "Icha Icha Paradise." Hinata was probably the only person who had never read it and didn't intend to. She didn't intend to read any of the books the Pervy Sage had written.

"Hinata!" Hanabi shouted her sister's name, then worriedly looked toward the door as if afraid their father had heard her. The elder Hyuga finally turned her gaze away from the mirror to meet her sister's eyes instead of their reflection. "You don't have to do this." She whispered. "Hinata, please. We can sneak you out. We'll find Naruto wherever he is and convince him to fall madly in love with you."

Hinata couldn't help but laugh at this. "You've been reading too many novels lately." She teased her sister. "I have to uphold my family honor. It is not only the way of the Hyuga clan but my ninja way."

"There you go with that ninja way." Hanabi snorted. "Ever since you became a Jounin your ego is enormous. Even if I'm the only one who sees it." Hinata's laughter was no more than a breath. She'd sacrificed so much to become a higher level ninja. At first it had been to show her father she was worth something but over time it became to show Naruto the same thing and to show herself as well. No matter what anyone else thought, she knew she'd grown and matured, even if she was the only one who could see it.

"Never mind about that." She said finally, reaching out to touch her sister's silken black hair. The younger woman was dressed in purple chiffon, appropriate for a wedding but more importantly her favorite color. Even if it was an arranged marriage, she could at least have something she wanted.

"Hinata." This was not her sister's voice but her father's. Hiashi Hyuga towered in the doorway, his violet eyes resting on his two daughters. "It's time."

There were no words of encouragement coming from him. There never were.

The eldest of his children may have recently turned twenty one but that didn't mean she still didn't look for a kind word from her father.

Hinata nodded at her father, noting that he too was dressing in ceremonial robes as was the custom. However, in his lapel there was a small purple flower. She said nothing of it as she took his hand, nodding to her sister.

"I will make you proud of me." She whispered, not exactly sure who she was saying these things to.