Jiraiya-sensei, Cat, Zhen, and I all disembarked from the train as soon as it stopped. Then, once we had gotten two hotel rooms--Jiraiya arguing playfully that only one room was needed--as we threatened to kill him, we set off to the sleaziest parts of town. Jiraiya had told us on the train that we were looking for information on the scag of the Hidden Leaves, Orochimaru. Knowing Orochimaru as well as he did was an advantage. Or so Jiraiya said. I wondered who knew who better, considering how things turned out....
Anyway, we went to a well-known shinobi pub, where Cat and Zhen had to put up with minimal flirting and teasing. For some reason, all the ninja seemed to gravitate to me, whereas the average Joe's seemed to try to pick up my younger companions. I guess they could sense that I was a bit more dangerous...(and being older didn't really help that much). I sighed and drop-kicked a Sound genin across the room after spinning around after he had started to pull up the back of my short kimono. Then, all the shinobi cussed.
"Damn! She's wearing shorts!" "Aww, man! All the good-looking ones are too well covered up! Dammit!" They still eyed me with drunken desire in their eyes.
I blushed at this but was weary of the ninja surrounding me. In some cases, shinobi are more dangerous when drunk. Take Rock Lee, for example. Never let that little genin get into your sake. The one day of the year that I order something alcoholic....I sighed at the thought.
"Whassamatter, babbee?" A half-fallen ninja was looking up at me, hiccuping at random intervals, while his eyes swept up and down my figure.
Pigs, I cursed mentally. "Nothing really," I smirked. "Just thinking how pathetic it is for a fully fledged ninja to be this drunk." I shot him a blinding, Guy-sensei-styled grin and helped him to his feet. I put on a sad face immediately. "Too bad I have to go see that snake, tonight..." I looked up at the ninja, who was about a foot taller than me, through my eyelashes, shooting him a scorching glare. He was too drunk to see the murder in my eyes, and made himself see passion.
I didn't correct him.
"Ohhh, thass orochimarou feller? He ain't got nuthin' special under those skinny boy robes." My eyes narrowed. Deception is the way of the shinobi. This guy wasn't as drunk as I had thought. "Let me show you something pretty, baby." His voice became sharp. I studied him carefully, masking my observations with fearful eyes and panicked motion. He was drunk. Just drunk enough not to be subtle. I turned away a little. "Where you going, baby?" He reached out and grabbed my wrist. Instinct and training kicked in as I hauled him over my shoulder and onto the nearest table. He got up, looking menacingly perverted, whereas Jiraiya-sensei was relatively harmless. "Come here, sweet baby. You didn't want to hurt me, now did you? But look what you've gone and done. You broke my heart." He started to run through some katas. Knowing what little bit there was to know, I did a flip and landed on the bar. Some of the more inebriated patrons looked up hopefully, though the rest simply moved out of my way.
"Don't try it." My voice was low, little more than a hiss. "You don't want to mess with me."