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"Jiraiya, remember what we talked about, before," reprimanded the blond haired jounin to his sensei. Jiraiya didn't like how Minato insisted on treating him like he was some sort a rugrat that needed supervision by their nanny, than the well-respected forty-one year old man, he was and whom knew damn well how to handle his own affairs. Minato let out an insuperable sigh before shaking his head back and forth in disappointment by his teacher's childish outburst. Pulling out all the artillary, Minato gave Jiraiya his best imitation of the 'evil eye', that his sensei seemed fit to drop in his general direction, when he was really upset with him. 'What's the use?' he scowled, knowing his look was half-hearted. "Yeah, yeah yeah," snapped the notable white-haired sennin, "Watch what I have to say while the brats are with us. How could I possibly forget?" sneered Jiraiya, at being corrected by his former student. AGAIN! It was ridiculous as well as a high insult to his pride. Minato's brows knitted in frustration by Jiraiya's stubbornness and impudence, "Then why aren't you doing it?" he asked sharper than he had intended to say. Jiraiya fumed at the continued disrespect being aimed at him by his former student, "Why aren't you correcting him?!" He pointed at the Uchiha boy again, who froze in a comical display of fear this time. Kakashi listened on indifferently, tuning the noise out, while Rin felt sorry for both her sensei and Obito. "He's the one who put us behind our schedule!" Jiraiya's teeth were gritting by now in retained anger, while his eyes bugged by the depth of insult he felt.. "Jiraiya,..." stress laced Minato's voice. He tried to bring some order and semblance of sense back into their conversation before they both lost themselves further, in front of his students, "Obito doesn't mean to be late," he tried to reason. "Oh, I see. . . You're playing favorite's. Take him over me. Take his excuse over my truth. It's like this with those type of power trips. Kiss their boot. Don't get on the oh mighty clan's bad side." "Dammit Jiraiya, you're pushing everything out of proportion. It isn't like that." "Like I can't tell the difference. I'm surprise you fell into step with those bullies. Not that they all are. It's like this, "Boo-hoo. Oh, I'm from the Uchiha clan. Because of that, I get special treatment even if I'm at fault." Yeah, yeah, like I'm really going to accept that mumble-jumbo from you. You got to be out of your fucking mind, Minato, if you think I'm going to swallow your bull so easily and accept that. I think this kid needs a whooping. Bet that would steer him in the right direction." Jiraiya had his eye on Obito, evilishly, all the while he had been talking. The goggle boy looked ash-white like the deposites of a ash tray. He took a menacing step forward and although he was a good distance away, it was enough to scare the Uchiha boy shitless. The raven-haired brat looked like he was going to faint from fear any minute now. Jiraiya snickered to himself. Point to him. Not so prestigious they are now when their bluff of importance is called. He raised his foot to take another sinister step to get closer, and scare the boy a bit more but Minato stepped in front of him and was glaring at him with equal discern, "That's enough, Jiraiya. Obito is habitatly late. So, I excuse him of his bad habit. It's not like he does it on purpose. He's a good kid and he shouldn't be trampled on by you, because you have a temper with me and an old bone to pick with their clan elders." "Hmph, like I'd waste my time. I've got better things to do than watch him pee his pants." Obito glared at Jiraiya in disdain and Minato saw the pinnicle beads of tears spring to the boys eyes, his goggles on, and unable to use the excuse that something was in his eye. Yeah, deep hurt. Hurt that was gut wrenching. It was enough Obito lost his father but Jiraiya with his taunts, of his worthlessness... This had to stop now, before anyone got hurt further. "As for you, your an adult Jiraiya and should know better than to mouth off so audaciously, while in the company of others younger than yourself. Especially while attacking the childs family, knowning he is defenseless to stand up to you. I can sure of the hell tell you, you're not setting a good example for these children with your free speech. After all, you are one of the three sennin and although this might sound surprising to you, these children look up to you as their hero. Or did." Minato added in an afterthought. He doubt none of them did now, especially Obito, who was attacked so mercilessly. Carving the gaping wound wider until nothing was left. Jiraiya didn't buy it and although he was egoistical, he wasn't going to be fooled by fake flattery by his former student. No matter how good it sounded. He knew what those kids really thought of him. Besides, they were more of little terrors than he ever were when he was a brat, "Bah! Like I have to listen to you! You, who couldn't even tie your own shoe laces when I got you. I practically had to work from scratch when it involved you." 'Ah!,' thought Minato silently in shock, 'How could he? He's knows I wasn't myself that day,' But at least he released Obito, Minato, thought in thanks. Subjects changings. 'Er, oops,..,' thought Jiraiya, guiltily, 'Maybe he shouldn't of confided in that with the brats here but what was done was done and there was really no point in turning back.' Besides, Minato seemed rattle by his comment and if he had too, Jiraiya will use that to attain his desired goal. Seriousness. To be taken serious and not be treated like another rug rat by his meddling yet overzealous, concerned former student. "Jiraiya,...I'm warning you. Take breaths. Take breaths Arashi. Keep him steered away from Obito so the boy can mend. Who cares he's attacking you and bringing your worser days to the surface. "Sandaime may excuse your outburst from time to time but I'm different. You'll be dealt with accordingly if this behavior of yours continues to prevail." 'But gee, thanks Jiraiya. What will his students think of him now after getting a low down about that embarrassing day,..'. Minato chanced a look over Jiraiya's shoulder and became growingly nervous as question marks formed over his students heads by his sensei's outburst. Well, at least Obito was distracted by his reluctance of his past being revealed to them, then on himself. "What?" huffed Jiraiya, resolve solid. He folded his arms across his chest and refused to budge. He was the adult. He will show he held power. He will demonstrate that respecting him would priviledge his student more rights on the tidbits of information he'll choose to drop here and there until he is tooken serious like he should without all these mind games they must throw back and forth, " I can say whatever I want. You're not the boss of me." When he finally brought his attention back to his sensei, from the dread he felt by the opinions of his three students, Minato thought Jiraiya actually seemed, put out for once in his life, from what he said. Minato would of dropped his jaw in surprise if his students weren't around to witness as they earnestly took in every word of Jiraiya and his feud for insurance purposes later. "I know you can," Minato tried calmly, "and I know I'm not but must you insist on exaggerating while doing so." Please stop this sensei,..I'm sorry. "I was only stating a fact from past experience." Minato retreated into himself for a split second when he saw the look his sensei was giving him, 'Was his sensei actually grinning at him!' "Jiraiya, I was sick that day. Right after you treated us to lunch." he explained, trying to remain calm. "How was I suppose to know you were allergic to the food. Who is possibly allergic to cooked RAMEN NOODLES?!" His cheeks flamed, and he felt himself losing to this, "Dammit, Jiraiya,...it was the spice. The spice didn't agree with me. That's all." "Yeah, whatever. Make up excuses to acquit with your reasoning." "'Yeah, whatever?' That's real original, Jiraiya. When you don't get your way, must you revert back to behaving like an 11 year old with your comebacks." "An 11 year old, you say? Huh,.. Well, I could show you how I really act if you cut your judgmental tongue for once at my faults. Unless, you like me behaving like an 11 year old. If that's the case, then by all means, continue." he ended, snidely. Minato's eyes narrowed from the obvious taunt-challenge issued by his former sensei but he refused to take the bait handed out to him, "I think we wasted enough time here," he began, purposely ignoring his sensei, "We should be heading off. We're suppose to meet up with Tsunade and Orochimaru before dark and we only have a few hours at best if we hurry quickly." When he heard three complaintive groans coming from his students, Minato revealed a weak smile, ill-humorlessly, back at them, "Kakashi, Obtio, and Rin,...come on. Jiraiya is welcome to come with us if he starts acting his age. Otherwise, he'll have to stay here until I decide to fetch for him." Jiraiya was at a loss of words as his student snubbed him but he conceded for now. 'Two could play at this,' he thought, sneakily. For show, he grumbled miserably and stumped off amongst the road and descending sunset, bag in hand as he made sure to put some distance between them so he could also cool off. After all, even though he could turn off his faucets just as quickly as his former student, he knew he wouldn't be much of a good example if he pulverized his former student in front of his own students eyes by the pent up rage he had to endure. That could wait for later and at a more private time when they wouldn't be disturbed and could work out their differences like a couple of mature adults. As for Obito, Kakashi, and Rin, they remained as quiet as possible and just followed their sensei's order. They didn't bother to ask questions. They just trotted behind in a non-threatening manner until it was time to pick up the pace. As for the Yellow Flash, he let out a tired sigh of his own and also went on his way. Jiraiya had a thing coming, too, if he thought he was going to stop here, with them like this. He was actually looking forward to what Jiraiya had in mind when he welcomed him to find out what his sensei was like, bullshit aside.
Preferably, a no clothing affair, if he was lucky enough.
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