It had made it even more uncomfortable by the fact that, since he had been told not to overdo it with his training and he was allowed fewer difficult missions, Naruto had taken to dropping by her office more. She felt she managed to keep her feelings hidden well enough, but every time she saw him walk through that door, she felt torn inside. The emotional part of her wanted to keep him close at all times, to keep him safe and happy, but the logical part of her knew that they couldnít be together and didnít want the temptation near, but couldnít bring her to actually force the young blonde away, knowing that would hurt him too much. So Tsunade did what she normally did when she had emotional problems, she drank. She drank more and more, hoping it would help drown out the thoughts of the Jinchuuriki, but it seemed to make things worse, and seemed to make her want to jump the poor boy more and more.
Damn it, I have to stop this, Iím old enough to be his mother, hell, his grandmother. Why do I keep feeling this?
Tsunade downed the last of the bottle in her hand and looked out the office window, lights were coming on all over and the sun was setting, from this window, she could see the whole village, but her eyes kept drifting to the red roof of a specific apartment building. My god, whatís happening to me? In her inebriated state, she actually had to stop herself from jumping out the window and going after him.
She soon found she didnít need to go to ...