Disclaimer: Do I look like Masashi Kishimoto?

Summary:

In which Sasuke has to tell his daughter her favorite bedtime story: How him and her mother met.

"I fell in love with her because she was smart, beautiful, and fun." He pinched the bridge of his nose, annoyed with all her question-asking.

Emi plopped onto her bed. "So, now she's stupid, ugly, and boring?"

"Of course not."

"Then, what's the problem?"

"It's complicated, Emi."

Blablabla-Happening in present time

Blablabla-Person on TV talking

Blablabla-Flashback

"Four weeks from now, voters of New York State will select their next nominee for Hokage." Kito, the head of the board, explained. "Now if Jiraiya wins, I want you to all understand that it's gonna be as a direct result of the commitment and the energy of every person in this room.

Holding rolls of toilet paper stacked on each other, Sasuke struggled to reach the rest room. He stumbled, causing multiple rolls to tumble onto the ground.

"And I mean that. That's just a fact." Kito continued. "Now, that's how important the work is. That each and every one of you is…"

Sasuke pushed the door open, collapsing inside with a grunt. "AGH!" Crashing and banging was heard throughout the inspirational meeting followed by a: "WHAT AM I DOING HERE?"

A man looked questionably at Jugo, and he just shrugged. "It's the new guy."

Groaning at his lack of hand-eye coordination, Sasuke stepped into a shop. "Can I get a pack of Morley Red please?"

The shopkeeper, on the phone, handed him the cigarettes. "3.25$"

He gaped. "3.25? These are 2.15$ in Sunagakure."

"So back to Suna. And don't forget to write." The shopkeeper shot back a sarcastic remark.

Sighing, he grabbed the pack and—

"Hold it right there! Stop. Stop right there!" Emi saddened. "You smoked?"

Sasuke faltered. "No. Yeah. But, I didn't mean to tell you that…Listen. I was young, and I was stupid, and I haven't smoked in years. I promise you."

Emi held a look of defiance. "Is there anything else you should tell me?"

"Probably….not…"

At work, Sasuke walked up to a woman working at a counter. "Can I get ten copies?"

"Put them on the pile," she replied.

"Uh, no, they're for Jugo. I needed them like fifteen minutes ago. So if you wouldn't mind…"

She turned around, finally recognizing him. "You're the toilet paper guy!"

"Wait, who's that?" Emi questioned.

"That's…Sakura."

"Yes. I am, in fact, the toilet paper guy." He answered sarcastically. "But feel free to call me the bagel-and-coffee guy. Or Neji, the one who works the training, calls me Crystal, which I'm pretty sure is a girl's name."

She giggled, walking over to him. "How many copies?"

"Ten, please."

"These?" She pointed to the papers he had placed on the pile.

"Yeah, both of those."He paused, then asked,"What made you become a Jiraiya supporter?"

She snickered. "I'm not. This is a money gig. I get paid 12 an hour, which is better than babysitting, which is what I've been doing way too much of."

He eyed her. "Well, you're a leaf, aren't you?"

"Why does everyone have to be a leaf or sand? I'm struggling with the copy machine."

"Wait, hold on. You're an Independent, aren't you?"

"I am nothing. Why am I obligated to be something?" She gave him a wry smile. "Why do I have to have an opinion about everything anyway?"

"That's…apathetic."

She looked offended. "I am not apathetic!"

"Yes, you are."

"I'm not! I just know that these bozos you're working for, they don't care about anything then their own ambitions."

"That's absolutely not true." He snapped.

She put her hands on her hips. "You think this guy, Jiraiya, is gonna make a huge difference?"

"I do."

"He's gonna do what's already inevitable."

"Okay, that's where you're wrong."

She held up a menacing stapler. "Don't make me staple your head!"

"Fine, you convinced me, you're nothing." Sasuke rolled his eyes.

She smiled. "I'm nothing!"

"So I'm here to repeat, to all of you," The woman on the television spoke calmly. She had bright blue eyes and long blond hair tied into two pigtails.

"SHH! EVERYONE, SHUSH! LISTEN!"Jugo flailed his arms, trying to gain control.

The name plate on the screen read: TSUNADE. "Yes, I was Jiraiya's lover for 12 years. For the past two years I have lied to the press about our relationship to protect him. The truth is, I loved him."

A chorus of exclamations filled the room.

"Now he tells me to deny it. Well, I'm sick of all the deceit, and I'm sick of all the lies." She finished.

"Well, you're right about one thing," Sakura smirked, feeling accomplished. "He certainly gets women."

He looked indifferent. "This has been fun. Yeah." Turning to walk away, he heard her laugh.

"Bye, toilet paper guy!"

"Bye, copy girl."

Ok. This is Chapter 3 people. Still a LONG way to go. You still have to meet girl #3.

Sorry for taking so long. I kinda forgot about this story until today. So sorry! ^.^