Forty-nine years after the fact Jiraiya plans to retify his greatest mistake and many others. Time Travel, Dark Jiraiya
It didn't make any sense no matter how he looked at it.
Green eyes and auburn hair and loving hands. "I love your smile."
She asked him and all he could say, all he could think was...
Like a spiral, like a circle, ever a maelstorm.
A hypocrite never needs to be told, 'I told you so.'
"None of this ever happen."
Experimental! Every scar has a story, this the story of a few.
It all tastes like dirt in his mouth.