Memoirs of a Vacation from Hell

By: Selim

Summary: Drabble Naruto came home from his vacation with Sasuke, sore in his thighs and arse, Tsunade couldn’t careless while Naruto tells her what happened to put him in this state.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Tsunade glanced up as the door to her office was opened slowly and, surprisingly, Naruto stepped into the room carefully. Her first instinct was to think something was wrong with the spontaneous blonde Kyuubi vessel, being that he’d never be that careful. By thinking that something was wrong with the boy, she visibly looked over his statue for any faults, only to find one. The boy was limping.

“I can assume you and your boyfriend had a good vacation?” She asked, referring to Naruto and his boyfriend Sasuke. Naruto couldn’t hide the flushed look on his face as he sat himself across from her to start helping go through the mountains of paperwork since he was the hokage-trainee. “Now if only I could have a vacation,” she whispered offhandedly.

“You can go with Sasuke then, do me the favor.” Naruto spoke neutrally, reading through the paperwork lazily as he tried to make himself comfortable in the seat. “And it wasn’t a good vacation. I think I need a vacation to get over that last vacation, I hurt more than I did when I left.”

Tsunade’s eye twitched as she glared up at him, she didn’t want to hear about the blonde’s sex life. She wasn’t Jaraiya! But, once Naruto started talking, he wasn’t planning on quitting anytime soon.

“-I wanted to spend time with Sasuke so badly that when he suggested it, I was more than happy to comply. I didn’t know he planned to ride for hours, much less make me ride through all that. At first it was really fun and I thought I could have fun doing this, but after awhile it didn’t seem as fun. My thighs and ass began to hurt and I asked Sasuke if we could stop and you know what he said-!”

Flicking her signature on the scroll, Tsunade placed her quill pen in some ink. “Uh-huh.” She tried to look interested.

“-And we kept going. We must have been at it for hours because when we were finished I was so stiff and sore and I’m still stiff and sore. It’s all Sasuke’s fault, the bastard. It hurts to sit, walk – hell; it hurts to move at all! Stupid Sasuke. Stupid Sasuke’s ideas!”

Bored, Tsunade began to work again, ignoring the boy before deciding her words wisely. “Maybe you should talk to Jaraiya about your sex life, maybe he could make better suggestions to make it stop hurting. He’d care more.” The stupid pervert, she thought to herself.

“Huh?” Naruto stared up from the report he was reading. “Who said anything about Sasuke and I having sex? I would have loved that, but after all that horse back riding, I was too sore to even let him near me!”