Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

The hotel room in Kusagakure was small and cramped, barely sized to accommodate two people, let alone four.

Jiraiya had had to sneak the three of them in there, claiming that he was the only one, so he'd have enough money to pay for a night there. He had hoped those three kids would appreciate what he was doing for them.

They didn't.

"Can we please just go outside for a little while?" Yahiko asked desperately for what must have been the seventh time.

Nagato and Yahiko were going to be sleeping on one of the twin beds, Konan on the other. Jiraiya was occupying the easy chair, watching the news on the black and white television set, and pointedly ignoring his orange-haired student.

"Please, Jiraiya-sensei!!" He was desperate; Jiraiya wasn't sure why. Of course, Yahiko was slightly claustrophobic, so that might have had something to do with it. "Nagato and I just want to go stand on the balcony for a couple of minutes."

"For the last time, no! You'll get us all in trouble if you're caught, and I really don't want to spend the night in lock-up."

He shot a slightly exasperated glance at Konan, who sat on the other bed, legs folded beneath her, and she simply shrugged.

"This was your idea, sensei, not mine."