Zhen-chan remained at the peeping hole for much longer than what is expected of even the most perverted of Peeping Toms. What's more, I had the distinct suspicion that she was drooling. Eventually, she sighed and backed away from the hole and replaced, reluctantly, the wooden cut-out. She slid back into the hot spring with a sigh of happiness.
"See anything good?" I asked sarcastically.
"You'll have to read my fan fictions to find out, Chessy," she answered with a cryptic grin. "But I know one thing. Your Kakashi is pretty sharp. He didn't drop his facial towel for an instant. I never did get a peek at him. And he's fast. And as crazy modest as you are, I'd be willing to bet." She grinned widely, causing me to blush. I had no idea what she was thinking of, but I was utterly and entirely sure that I did NOT want to know.
"My turn!!" The sudden chirping and happiness of that voice took me by surprise. What shocked me even more was seeing Cat start to get out of the spring. Modest as always, I glanced away, giving her the privacy to slide into her robe without having to feel the pressure of eyes on her body. Even in the most friendly and safe environments, the weight of being watched is uncomfortable--even among members of the same gender.
She skipped over to the wall with a crazy little grin on her face. I thought about asking her to kindly get her ass back into the spring, when the thought of unchecked exploding wind-up shrimp in a hot spring entered my mind. Then, I shrugged. Even SHE wouldn't do that.
I hoped.
She wriggled the peep hole covering out from the wall and popped it free. Then , she put her eye up to the hole. And shrieked like a teacup poodle being chased by a Great Dane. Out of the hole peered one great black eye.
I had an entirely-too-accurate idea of who that eye belonged to.
Cat scurried out of the way, careful to keep her robe tightly shut.
I made a few hand signs and poofed out of the spring, directly behind my robe, which I donned in a swirling motion.
The eye was still staring out, searching, as though it wasn't satisfied with its current prey. It didn't see me.
The last thing it DID see, after I had poofed to one side of the hole, was my finger jabbing through the hole.
The voice that howled in pain was familiar and ear-shattering. The curses it tossed out were so colorful and creative that I only knew of one shinobi that any man could ever have picked up such an assortment: Tsunade.
Jiraiya-sannin was "researching" the wrong subjects today.