Wow. I haven't written fanfiction in a long time. I've drabbled a bit here and there but nothing much. Well, friends, here's a quickie. Hope you enjoy it.

"When the hell did you get those?"

Sighing lightly, Tsunade stepped further into the recovery room, glaring at the bandaged man in front of her. Really, they hadn't seen each other for almost a year and the first thing he notices is her breasts!

"I've always had breasts, Jiraiya," she spoke through gritted teeth, reminding herself that pummeling patients was frowned upon, especially when they were almost dead a couple of hours earlier. "It comes with being a woman."

"Well, yes, you did, but those!" Jiraiya sputtered. "Those, are perfection, a splendid representation of feminine curves and- OW!"

Tsunade smirked. Removing her hand from his bandaged leg, she donned a deceptively concerned face.

"Oh I'm sorry. I must have accidentally pinched a nerve there. What was it that you were saying?"

To anyone else, the saccharine smile on her face would be seen as reassuring or comforting. On Tsunade, it was a promise of great pain and suffering if he continued his tirade.

Pouting like a child, he slouched back into his pillows, crossing his arms.

"Its good to see you, Hime. You look well," Jiraiya grumbled, trying not to blatantly stare at her new assets.

A genuine smile crossed Tsunade's face this time.

"Good to see you too, idiot. You look like shit."

Tada! Did you love it? Hate it? Let me know.

Also, I'm thinking of turning this into a series of about 20 or so oneshots focusing of Jiraiya and Tsunade through the years. What do y'all think?