Our second group contest!
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:bulletblue: Idea - http://densetsu-no-sannin.deviantart.com/journal/Jiraiya-amp-Ame-Trio-CONTEST-286328485
:bulletblue: Dates: February 21 - April 1, 2012
:bulletblue: WINNERS - http://densetsu-no-sannin.deviantart.com/journal/Jiraiya-amp-Ame-Trio-Winners-294866620
The rain didn't matter, despite the fact it was opposite fire.
The cold didn't matter, despite the fact his home was always warm.
The sadness, the tears, and the sorrow permeating the land were what drew him; the pitiful faces, the embodiment of that mourning, they were what kept him and tied him there for three years.
He dreamt of the fire, of the sun, of the warmth; he dreamt of the laughter, of the banter, of the play.
He saw the rain, saw the determination, saw the tears; he saw the blood, saw the destruction, saw the hunger.
But when the rain fell, he listened to its message; when the wind whistled across the bare rocks, he heard it
Jiraiya looked at the three children not yet even young adults, but children who stared back at him with eyes too old for their age. He had only been with them for six months, not nearly long enough for a group of children who had seen the horrors in their country to start trusting him unreservedly. Oh, they knew he wouldn't kill them, or poison them, or leave them to starve. But neither did they have any trust in shinobi skills being used near themselves, after seeing attacks against their parents and others.
He met each pair of eyes solidly the brown ones that always seemed to burn with an inner fire, belonging to Yahi
Rain came down hard like blocks of ice on their backs, smashing against the ground and exploding at their feet. With every drop, an explosion sounded, matching the frantic beat throbbing in her chest.
"This is ridiculous, Jiraiya-," through clenched teeth and masked worry, the blonde jounin kept her firm grasp on her tall teammate's sleeve. "We're at war with these people, they could kill you while you sleep."
"They're children, Tsunade-,"
"We've been attacked by younger!"
Her last words were louder than she expected and her voice carried over towards the three rain drenched children shivering a few feet away from the cell. The alabaster