Jiraiya's Lonely Days
"Blah"-someone talking
'Blah'- someone thinking
Okay I wrote this a long time ago and finally decided to publish it.
The rain slowly drizzled out of the black sky. The dark clouds filled the dark heavens like the ones clouding Jiraiya's heart.
'Why? Why did you go?' A mixed expression of sadness and confusion could be seen on the perverts face.
The wind had just picked up and was tugging hard at Jiraiya's coat. Just like the guilt tugging on his soul
Jiraiya stared in to the puddle that was growing in front of him.
Drip. Plop, plop. Drip. Plop, plop. Drip. The puddle's fluid finally reached a new size and connected with another one. The contents of each swirled into one another feeding each other… Feeding off each other.
Jiraiya sighed and tilted his head upward. "Sensei." He whispered. "Does the pain of your everlasting torture compare to this?"
The log that was speared into the ground and that Jiraiya was leaning on cracked.
'Hate. Does anyone really know the meaning of that word? I could never hate you but… I hate what you have done to us.'
He gazed upon his toughened hand. It was the hand of a shinobi. 'I would trade everything just to have another chance to stop you.'
"Absolute power corrupts absolutely." Jiraiya laughed as he spoke the words.
'Then why is it almost always necessary to have it to change things that never should have happened.'
'It's late I should be going.' He slowly pushed off the post but stopped.
"Do you really hate us…" he spoke the words softly, coldly, regretfully.
"Damn it's been thirty years but…"
'It still hurts the same amount.'
He banged his fist against the wood and bent his head down.
'I guess I just need to let go of everything these bonds they hurt us as much as they heal us. But without the pain there would be no bliss no pleasure.'
"But sometimes I don't know. I don't know if it is worth it."
"I have no hate for you my old friend but the love I once had for you has disappeared and in place of it has come guilt."
He slowly walked away. From the wooden post rain now pounding the ground hard and there was a thick layer of spray around the man who slowly grew smaller.
"Good-bye… Brother."
The tired old man said something more but it was lost to the howling of the wind. Soon all that was left in the little field was a wooden post. And a rectangular stone that was chipped and cracked.
The moon was slowly rising to its peak. The moon had a yellowish glow which gave enough light that the words on a small grave stone were barely visible. The stone had carved into it "Orochimaru a friend: His body may walk the earth but his soul has long departed."
Soon a cloud came and covered up the moons luminescent light ending the anniversary of Orochimaru's betrayal.