Jiraiya had left them alone, and they had to chase him.
Obviously, it didn't take them long to figure that out.
It didn't take them long to figure out where he might go, either. Rozalin knew her godfather, and knew exactly where he'd be.
And so, a tall boy with pink hair in a red gi with a weighted dark blue undershirt, along with similarly weighted and colored boots and wristbands, a girl in a blue sweater with an uchiha fan emblazoned on her back and a criminally short skirt, accompanied by thigh high stockings for accent and a busty blonde in what amounted to a dress-version of the fourth Hokage's famous long coat, set off on their journey to find their teacher.
***
"So…"
All three members of Team 13, or rather, the team that would one day become Team 13, were blushing bright red. "You're looking for Jiraiya-sama, yes?" the matron asked. "Well… we don't usually get people requesting one of our clients—"
The entire building was permeated by the smell of stale sweat and other bodily fluids. Rozalin'd plugged her nose with a napkin since the moment they'd walked in, and had outright refused to open her mouth unless she absolutely had to. Furthermore, her scowl was quite noticeable, as she, the daughter of the Hokage, could not allow herself to swallow that immense ego of hers long enough to at least pretend she wasn't a snob.
"Uhm… actually, we're supposed to… catch him to pass our genin test…" Gohan offered. "We're really sorry for the inconvenience, but—"
"Ah, no, no, that's okay," the woman said, "I'd thought you looked a bit young, but… Ah, did Jiraiya-sama take a new genin team? This is an occasion to celebrate! I'm sure he'd agree to you spending at least a little time here to celebrate!" the woman said, smiling brightly. "C'mere, you," she said, grabbing at Gohan's shoulder and pulling him along with her.
The building had low light, as far as they'd seen, but the woman pulled Gohan along until they reached a door that opened to the true business, so to speak.
The first place that Team 13 had visited in their search for Jiraiya was a strip club. And Gohan had to grab his nose to stem the flow of blood as he'd just casually walked in to a rather attractive female's routine reaching its crescendo, what with her removing the strips of cloth that passed for a top and exposing her breasts to the audience. Gohan turned around, blushing brightly, to try to avoid the image.
He came face to face with Rozalin, who looked bemused at the whole thing, but she just crossed her arm.
"Not the time to be a pervert, Gohan-kun," Rin said, also looking at him with an expression that revealed her low opinion of the stablishment, as well as disappointment in Gohan himself.
It was quite odd.
"C'mere, c'mere," the woman said, pulling insistently, though Gohan dug his heels in and resisted, "we'll put it on Jiraiya's tab—I'm sure he'll be happy to pay for your initiation into the world of adults, boya," she added, a sultry smile on her face that would've fit a woman twenty years her junior quite a bit better. The woman then paused and turned to his female companions. "Oh, I guess I forgot you're accompanied. Ah—we offer mostly entertainment for men, here… Unless, perhaps you're interested, yes?" she asked, giving both girls a critical eye.
Rozalin scoffed, shaking her head, while Rin glared indignantly at the woman for a few seconds.
"Is Jiraiya-jisan here, or not? We have very little time to spend in frivolous pursuits," Rozalin said, crossing her arms and pushing her breasts a bit up.
"Hm hm hm… you're quite cute, girl… you'd make a great dancer, you know?" the woman said, grinning lecherously, before the words Rozalin'd spoken really registered. They registered a second after, however, as she clearly ran them through their head again. "Wait… Only one person in the village would refer to Jiraiya-sama with such familiarity…"
It was then that the woman seemed to pale significantly.
"N-N-Rozalin-sama!" the woman nearly yelled, stammering as she became terrified.
Of course. It was only right for her to be terrified. She'd just tried to turn the Hokage's daughter into a stripper and eventually a prostitute.
Rozalin clicked her tongue. She should be immediately recognized! "I asked you a question," Rozalin said, before frowning and just pushing through anyway. Her eyes scanned the crowd. Finding no mass of spiky white hair, she scoffed. "No matter. He's not here. Let us depart. I need a long bath to rid myself of the grime I've accumulated," she said.
Rin shrugged. "The faster we get out of here, the better."
"No arguments here," Gohan said.
Team 13 left, leaving the woman gaping as she came to the realization that she'd just offended one of the worst people she could've offended in the village.
***
"I am beginning to think your godfather might be an absolute pervert," Rin said, frowning, as Rozalin paid for the time they'd spend in the hot springs. She'd said she needed a bath, but Rin hadn't expected her to literally take them to the hotsprings next.
Rozalin seemed to ignore her words, instead making her purse disappear with a flourish. A storage seal, no doubt. An horribly advanced form of it, at that, but then again, Rin could only sit back and admire the work of the Fourth Hokage. Perhaps, when her own abilities at sealing grew enough, she'd be able to request training from the Fourth Hokage. He'd always told her that if she needed anything at all, she could always ask him. So far, she'd never quite gone as far as using that blank check, but… Without a proper sealmaster to teach her, eventually she'd hit a wall.
"Do you have a swimsuit with you?" Rozalin asked, casually turning to Rin.
"Should I?" Rin asked.
"Yes—these hotsprings are mixed gender at this hour," Rozalin explained, shortly. Then she seemed to be in conflict with herself, for a few moments. "I don't think mine will fit you."
Rin's eyes narrowed, then her eyes trailed down a little. "I do have a storage seal with everything I might possibly need in the wild prepared," Rin admitted. "I'd half expected to have to swim, so I am wearing it right now."
Rozalin blinked, then smiled, as if in approval, before frowning a bit, then shaking her head. "You, Gohan?"
Oh. Yeah. There was a guy with them too, Rin reminded herself.
"Err… I don't have one…" he admitted, "and I don't usually use swimsuits…"
"I suppose it's okay. It's not like we're perverts, though there might be some in the hot springs themselves," Rin said, frowning and rubbing her chin a little.
"I'll… deal with that as it comes, I guess," Gohan said, smiling reassuringly and scratching the back of his neck.
***
Gohan sometimes worries about silly things.
But now, however, he had a very real worry. Being naked in front of his teammates wasn't something that was entirely new to him, as in a sense, he'd been naked in front of lots of people already. His full body medical exams, for instance. He used to go swimming completely naked, as well, and quite often at that. There was a nudist beach not too far from Konoha that he and his father had used to frequent for training, though why the man insisted on swimming naked was beyond Gohan. Probably just a habit.
It really was more comfortable than wearing clothes, he supposed, but now it put him into a bit of a spot of trouble, maybe, kind of, sort of.
He supposed he could blame this on Rozalin. She was the one who insisted on all three of them going into the hot springs together. He could've been content just waiting outside for them. Even worse, she'd insisted on mixed gender pools, instead of gender separated ones. Admittedly, the latter kind were fairly hard to find in Konoha, for some reason beyond Gohan's understanding.
So, despite being somewhat accustomed to being naked in front of others, and not self conscious of his body in the least, what was bothering Gohan, exactly?
He didn't know. That was the problem. He wasn't entirely sure why, he just didn't want, for the first time, to show his naked body to someone else.
For the first time, he was feeling self conscious about his body. The only question was… why?
It wasn't even the first time he ever visited a mixed gender hot spring!
So… why?
His eyes went, against his will, towards his teammates, both of whom walked ahead of him. It seemed both of them had picked up on his embarrassment, and had allowed him to walk sullenly behind them. However, Rozalin had made it clear she wouldn't allow him to not go. She'd already paid, anyway, and even attempts at paying her back were met by the stone wall of someone whose ego you were challenging.
Clearly, she wasn't about to be denied, not any time soon.
His eyes focused on Rin first, as she was directly in front of him.
All things said, she had a fantastic body, which she could probably attribute to good genetics combined with consistent and constant exercise. She was toned, not overly so, possessing the lean physique of an acrobat. At least, she was lean unless you counted the fact that her breasts looked quite big on her. They were not particularly big breasts, but Rin happened to be a fairly thin and lean girl, and as such, they looked a fair bit bigger than they actually were. They were usually hidden by the thick, long sleeved clothes that she wore, and rarely displayed as openly as this.
Gohan supposed that, considering her already existing fan club, it hadn't done much good to avoid attention anyway.
Rin also seemed to lack modesty, considering that she'd gone for a fairly brief red two piece bikini that didn't leave much to the imagination. Oh, it covered everything important quite nicely, but… were female swimsuits always like that?
He hadn't ever truly noticed before, but females tended to wear very skimpy swimsuits. At least kunoichi seemed to. Gohan absentmindedly recalled swimming lessons back at the academy, and he distinctly remembered that the kunoichi that came from shinobi families tended to wear very small swimsuits.
Then again, so did shinobi. It'd been the most anyone had ever seen of Shino's skin, and Kiba had been making very lewd gestures as a joke while wearing a speedo that would've made even a stripper blush.
Gohan supposed that brief clothing was a quirk that shinobi in general shared. Most of them seemed aware of their sex appeal and willing to exploit it.
Case in point, Namikaze Rozalin.
Of course, Gohan had been expecting something along the lines of what she'd brought along for herself. Whereas most girls went for brief, but perfectly acceptable and standard choices in terms of clothes, Rozalin seemed to regard their choices in clothing with the same eyes she regarded their grades. As in, with the eyes of someone having to strain their vision from far above.
In this situation, however, it meant that Rozalin had skipped "skimpy" and gone straight for scandalous. Gohan knew she was wearing a bottom only because he could see it the string-wide white lines that connected the back to the front.
It was amazing how mesmerizing a woman walking could be when there was precious little to impede your view of her backside, Gohan noted. At least, it seemed that way, given that not one but three people had crashed into walls as their eyes just became glued to Rozalin's form.
It didn't help that the only thing covering her breasts was a pair of white triangles, with string so thin it was practically invisible being the only indication that it was a bikini top and not a pair of pasties she'd stuck onto her chest.
Gohan shivered as he focused his mind off the globes of feminine flesh that were straining their container, which seemed like they'd burst out at any time. Focusing his eyes on his other teammate didn't help. Covered though she might be, Rin was still a tantalizing image at any time. Being covered made her perhaps even more so than being naked. Not only being tempted by what he could see, but what was hidden, Gohan decided to just stare at the floor, keeping his eyes locked on it as much as he could.
Maybe, if he was lucky, they wouldn't look at him.
And particularly, he hoped they wouldn't look at his crotch. THAT would cause quite a few problems, down the line.
***
"So… what are we waiting for?" Rin asked, as she relaxed into the hot waters of the hot spring.
"Oh. No, we didn't come here to see if jisan was here. I really, really needed to feel clean," Rozalin said, smiling and relaxing, letting herself sink up to her neck and closing her eyes.
"You're aware that we're wasting time, right?" Rin said, flatly.
Rozalin hummed. "He didn't give us a time limit," Rozalin said. "Besides, there's no way that I would fail this test. We have time to take it calmly," she said, clearly too delighted in what she was doing to add her usual condescendence to every sentence she spoke to her rival. She stretched a bit and looked up and towards her other, male teammate. "Sakura, get in," she nearly ordered.
Gohan protested, but he still did go into the pool, sitting down. Unlike both females, he couldn't quite sink entirely just by sitting, and as such, he had to half-sit, half-lay down. The curses of being tall, he supposed. He did reap the rewards, as well, such as being able to reach the higher shelves unaided, but sometimes it sucked. "That feels great," he said with a groan.
"It's a great way to relax, and rest your muscles," Rin conceded. "Speaking of muscles… I'm impressed," she admitted, smiling in a clearly appreciative manner. "I wonder why I never noticed before…" she mused.
"He usually wears long sleeved, heavy and baggy clothing," Rozalin commented, airily, closing her eyes.
Rin nodded, humming a little and leaning back. "You're like that all over, too…" she said, her eyes roving over the entirety of Gohan's body. She chuckled when he covered his crotch, shaking her head, laughing a little more when she looked up and saw him blushing with an embarrassed frown on his face.
Gohan glared at her for a second, before he frowned a little more. "I don't know how you can ignore all the eyes on you, though…" he admitted.
"This is a primarily civilian pastime. Shinobi generally don't have the time. So mostly, you'll see civilians here. Civilians who aren't used to seeing the naked bodies of shinobi, male or female," Rin explained. "This is the case all over the village. You'll have to get used to it. You're a very attractive young lad, so of course this'd happen," she reasoned.
Gohan blushed crimson red at that, and it had little to do with the water's temperature. "But still… I think that guy over there's drooling…" he said, gesturing with his shoulder at a man who was, indeed, drooling.
"Well, you've never been to one of the high class parties that Rozalin REALLY dresses up for. Trust me. I've seen her literally knock people unconscious just by showing up, all dolled up," Rin said, sighing as her cheeks colored a little. "If you think she's pretty now…"
At this, Gohan whistled, looking uneasily at where Rozalin seemed to have relaxed to the point that she might very well be taking a nap. "Really?"
"Yes. Well, if you really want to see it for yourself, I usually never have a date to those parties. I think there's one about a month from now. I think it's the daimyo's nephew's son's step uncle's birthday or something like that. I'll tell you when I get an invitation and you'll see for yourself."
Gohan nodded, smiling and giving her his thanks. It'd be a new, different experience, and he was always up for those.
There wasn't much more to their time spent in the hot springs… though Rin did remind the civilian audience that she was, indeed, a kunoichi, and that she could, in fact, kill each and every single one of them with her bare hands in less time than it'd take for the ANBU response team to arrive and stop her.
Some would've thought that this would've been the result of some idiot groping her or something along the lines, right' Except nobody was that stupid. Not dumb enough to grope a kunoichi, anyway. After all, the laws in Konoha allowed any ninja who felt assaulted in any way, shape or form, to defend themselves as they saw fit, and it was known that the authorities wouldn't punish those who beat up perverts all that harshly.
No, in fact, there was no man who provoked Rin's anger.
It was actually a woman.
And it wasn't someone groping her.
No, it was someone groping Gohan. Of course, she wouldn't have cared all that much, except that he was clearly severely uncomfortable already, and that woman wasn't making it easy for her teammate to relax. Suffice to say, Gohan himself got a lecture on allowing people to take advantage of him just because he'd been raised not to attack defenseless civilian women.
She blamed his civilian schooling for that. They were the so-called rules of the playground, after all.
***
"So, what's next on the possible list of places our wayward teacher might've hit?"
"Bars," Rozalin said, "they are excellent places to gather gossip and information. Any ninja worth their salt knows this. Either jisan will be in the Pig's Head, or there'll be someone who knows where he is."
"The Pig's what?" Gohan asked. "I thought you're not supposed to eat that."
"Well, you can, but—" Rin explained, before shaking her head.
"It's a bar that jisan frequents, it's where he meets his contacts in Konoha."
***
Somewhere, deep within, Rin had been half expecting a run down, seedy little place in one of the poorer neighborhoods of Konoha, where the scum of the earth met to discuss their vile doings.
Instead, however, it was a clean, quaint and welcoming place, with a warm fire roaring at the very center, where no less than three whole pigs were being roasted to be served. The bar apparently doubled as a grill, and given that it was quite large, it was probably fit to host parties, as well. It was even placed in a rather nice neighborhood, with clean streets and homes, even if most were quite old, and some having front yards suffering the signs of neglect.
It was strangely disappointing, given that she'd half expected to wander into the bar, slam her fist against the counter and demand information.
The owner was a very tall man wearing what looked like an old and worn, but lovingly cared for robe, hiding an impeccable business suit that could only be glimpsed behind his massive white beard, which was only matched in length by his hair, also white as snow. He introduced himself with a long and complex name, but told them to just call him Shiroi, it was his nickname, after all.
He had, indeed, seen Jiraiya drop by earlier. "Energetic young lad, that one," the man said, smiling fondly.
Lad?
Jiraiya was at least fifty years old.
Apparently Shiroi was just ancient, it seemed, and to him Jiraiya was a lad. Given that the old man predated the foundation of Konoha, it was very much possible. Nobody was quite sure how old he was, from what they could gather, but still, to call Jiraiya 'lad'…
"Would you mind telling us, if you know, where he went from here?" Gohan asked.
"Sure. Perhaps you'd care for a drink before you leave?" the man asked, smiling at them, gesturing towards the scores of bottles behind him, all neatly arranged in some fashion lost to them.
"No, thanks," Rin said, "I don't really drink."
"I don't do good with alcohol," Gohan admitted, frowning a bit.
Rozalin shook her head, but didn't speak.
"Well, that's too bad, because when he left here, he told me that at least one of you would have to drink this whole bottle," he said, as he pulled out a long, transparent bottle that had a milky, semi-transparent white fluid within. It sloshed gently as he laid it on the bar, "before I'd tell you where he went to."
"So, he knew we were going to come here?" Gohan said.
"Of course he did. He probably planned for it, knowing I knew he'd come here. He is, after all, an exemplary shinobi," Rozalin said, closing her eyes and smiling smugly, as if the man's achievements reflected on her.
Rin believed that Rozalin probably did.
Gohan flat out didn't care, he just wanted to get it over with. "I… really can't hold my liquor," he admitted. "A single sake saucer will get me drunk."
"That's pathetic," the white bearded man said, "I'm really sorry for you."
"Yeah… I am too…" Gohan admitted, slumping.
Rin sighed. "I'm a bit of a lightweight, too… Okay, I'm REALLY light weight. Excuse me for being short!" she said, clearly offended that she'd have to admit it. "But you… you've got space to put the alcohol in, don't you? With those huge breasts of yours…" she said, glaring snidely at Rozalin, who scoffed. "Or maybe you're just too scared that you'll get drunk and look stupid in front of everyone?"
"As if a single bottle of any alcoholic beverage could best me! I will show you!" she yelled, grabbing hold of the bottle's neck, and then putting it to her lips before she threw her head back, the bottle following her movements until she was pouring the liquid down her throat.
"Well… that was easy," Shiroi stated, somewhat disappointed.
"Rozalin's really, really easy to manipulate, if you know how," Rin admitted, shrugging, though her eyes straying to Rozalin's throat, as she gulped the liquid down.
"I don't think this is healthy," Shiroi admitted.
"Eh. She'll live. Maybe she'll learn a lesson, too," Rin said.
Gohan frowned. "Are you sure? I think people have died from consuming less than that at a slower rate… That's really high quality sake, isn't it?"
"Yep," Shiroi confirmed. "Jiraiya shelled out for you guys to get a taste of the good stuff," he said.
After a few seconds more, Rozalin was done, and she put the bottle down, before wiping her lips, and glaring at Rin. "See? There!" she said, gesturing to the bottle.
"Huh. So you could. And you're perfectly fine… great, another thing to be envious about…" Rin muttered to herself, before shaking her head. "Now, the clue..?"
"Ah. Yes. Jiraiya said he was going to the Golden Hind," Shiroi stated, looking at Rozalin for a few seconds, before shaking his head. "Don't worry, Jiraiya paid for the bottle before, so you can go. Uh… take care… I guess."
"We will. Thank you," Gohan said, nodding eagerly.
Rin and Rozalin offered their own thanks and the genin team moved out.
"Huh. Jiraiya said that should've been enough to get all of them drunk… did he really misjudge her tolerance that much?" Shiroi asked himself, as the genin team crossed the boundary of the door. "Oh. Well. I've got five minutes 'till Anko-chan drops by for a refill…"
***
Gohan was starting to worry a little.
Rozalin had not been as unaffected as they'd thought by the bottle of sake she'd thrown back in something like a minute.
In fact, he could see her eyes drooping slightly, and her face becoming flushed. As they walked, her steps became wobbly, too, and she sometimes swayed from side to side, almost as if she had trouble walking straight. Which… she probably did. Rozalin was quite likely smashed, and it showed. Maybe it was a bad idea to let her drink it all… but he'd be in the same state with just a little sip, and he didn't know if Rin would've reacted much better to the alcohol herself.
The fact that Rozalin was even standing at all showed that she had quite a bit more tolerance for the nasty stuff than they did. The fact that she hadn't puked it out at least told as much. Given how horrible it felt when it went down, Gohan wondered if she was more experienced in drinking than one'd expect. After all, it takes a while to get used to the burning sensation.
Regardless, he was starting to get worried that they might not make it to the golden hind.
This place, he did know. It was one of the most well known tourist spots in Konoha, the Nara casino. Apparently, the Konoha's clan of lazy bastards, or so they called themselves, weren't so lazy when it came to earning lots of money with little effort, relatively speaking.
Rozalin managed to keep her head straight long enough to make it to the casino without any real incidents, though some people did look a little oddly at the Hokage's daughter, as she was clearly suffering from some sort of malady.
Or at least the hiccups. She was suffering from those, too, periodically.
They were almost denied entrance, given that one of their number was clearly inebriated, but Gohan could easily pass for a full adult, and Rin had her headband to fall back on. Rozalin didn't even need that much, as she was let in as soon as the bouncer recognized her as the Hokage's daughter, who everyone knew was graduating from the academy that year. Even if she also looked quite drunk.
Suffice to say, it didn't take a genius to notice the obvious guards that were keeping an eye on them. It wouldn't do for the Hokage's bratty daughter to start an incident in their casino, after all.
Team 13 ignored the machines all around them, arranged in different ways, and pushed past the blackjack, poker and roulette tables. They were going straight to the back, where they'd be able to have a quiet moment in a room to recollect themselves. Acquiring the room itself was easy. They were rented for relatively cheap prices, and there were quite a few. It was just nice that the casino also functioned as a hotel.
Rozalin insisted on getting the nicest room they could, and threw a black credit card to Gohan, ordering him to get them the penthouse. The high rollers's suites were unavailable, for reasons obvious to everyone, but enough money to throw at the problem fixes anything. Including the lack of reservations. Rozalin had a lot of money to throw at her problems, fortunately for Team 13.
Room service brought them a complimentary lunch, a full roasted chicken with potatoes, both sweet and the normal variety, as well as three different kinds of salad. It also came with champagne.
For some reason, the trolley that their lunch had been brought in with also had a box with several condoms, and the bus boy who'd brought it along had looked at Gohan with a face full of such envy that the pink haired boy thought he might just explode on the spot. Gohan was left confused as the guy bit his lip and fell to his knees, proclaiming how he wasn't worthy, before he turned around and left.
From the dark stains on the carpet, it was clear he was crying as he boarded the employee-only elevator.
Gohan was left deeply confused, though he wheeled the trolley in.
The chicken didn't last long. Rozalin was quite clearly ravenously hungry, and while they still brought out the boxed lunches they'd made for just such an occasion, they'd eaten everything, though Rozalin ate most of the chicken. She also drank most of the champaigne, which both Rin and Gohan barely touched.
"Ne, ne, Haruhka… Yur hair'sh purdy…" Rozalin said, out of the blue, somewhat startling her teammates.
Gohan frowned at the use of his nickname, as well as the reference to his hair. He frowned even more at how Rozalin was slurring her words.
"Well, this is great. She's annoying while sober, I can only imagine how annoying she's going to be when drunk," Rin groaned, giving a long, suffering sigh as she turned to the large, king sized bed that dominated the penthouse. "Well.. good thing she chose a room with such a comfortable bed… 'cause she'd complain if she didn't have silk sheets, I'm sure."
"Nuh uh!" Rozalin said, glaring at her, though she was wagging her finger with aim a little to the left of her intended target.
"Yes, you would, now shut up and take a nap. You're drunk," Rin said, crossing her arms.
Gohan sighed, and went to lift Rozalin by her armpits, intent on throwing her onto the bed. He remembered his mother doing this to his father when he'd come home after getting beaten up to the point he was dizzy hours after the fact. Rozalin, however, proved her great physical strength was intact by shaking him off. Ironically, hiccuping right then and there was enough to give her the opening she needed to do so. "Ish not!" she said.
"Yes you are," Rin said, then held up four fingers in front of Rozalin's face. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Ff… f-hic-four!" Rozalin said, triumphantly. Then she blinked. "Er… six?" she asked, hopefully.
Rin shook her head. "I hate dealing with you, when you get like this, idiot," Rin muttered, before actually walking up to her and picking up the blonde, trying to get her to lean on her slimmer body for support.
"You shmell… nice… Mikoto-obashan!"
At this, Gohan was forced to step in to steady both Rozalin and Rin, as the latter had stumbled on an invisible snag on the red carpet below them.
"Mikoto-obashan… you sh-hic-shaid… you shaid daddy would be home, obashan… why you lie?" Rozalin asked, breaking the one armed hug that kept her on her feet, or at least trying to, only to stumble and head to the floor, pulling Rin with her.
Unfortunately, there was a mass of man named Gohan on the way, and she knocked into him, forcing him to be the bottom of the pile.
"Haruhka, tell obashan that shesh a liar!" Rozalin commanded, poking Gohan in the chest as she did. "She told me daddy'd be home. She alwaysh shaid daddy'd be home… -Hic- But 'e never sch-shuw-shew-came! Why? Obashan… why'd you lie to Rozalin…"
Gohan found himself experiencing something he never thought he would, as he felt Rozalin's body spasm above him, sobs escaping her mouth as her words became even more slurred and almost undecipherable. He felt incredibly awkward, as he felt on his left side a squirming body trying to pull herself out of the pile, as Rin was trying to push Rozalin off her while at the same time pushing herself off Gohan.
She was muttering curses, because Rozalin's hand was clinging tightly to her, not letting her go.
Gohan's right arm was free, though not for much longer, as he reached as best as he could to try and pat Rozalin's back, as she continued to sob while clinging tightly to both of her teammates.
It wouldn't be until five minutes later that Rozalin would finally calm down and succumb to her emotional exhaustion, enough to let her body relax. From there, it took little effort for Rin to separate from them.
Gohan stood, awkwardly trying his best to lift Rozalin bridal style, until he could lay her down to rest on the bed, while Rin went to dim the lights.
"Should we…" Gohan asked, looking at the skin-tight body suit that Rozalin wore, along with the dress styled in such a way that it marked her as the fourth Hokage's daughter everywhere she went, styled after the man's own. It was clearly not something comfortable to sleep in.
"Give me a minute. I'll change her into some of my pajamas. I don't know how the storage seals on her pouch work, they're really advanced stuff, so I can't open them. Here, help me pull off her clothes—" Rin said, pulling on one of Rozalin's coat's sleeves while keeping her arm in place.
Gohan went red at this. "B-But I'm a boy—I'll just wait outside," he said.
"Nonsense. This isn't anything you haven't seen before. I saw her change. Her underwear covers more than her swimsuit," Rin said, rolling her eyes.
Turns out that, despite her risqué choice in swimwear, Rozalin happened to be wearing much more conservative underwear, and while her breasts strained the silk nightgown that Rin had pulled out for her, it managed to cover her modesty nonetheless.
Gohan still wouldn't stop blushing all the way from the tips of his toes to the roots of his hair for quite a while, though.
It'd been a bit more difficult than it should've been, considering that Gohan kept his eyes closed as much as he could… but were one to ask Rin, she would always say it was a good thing.
At least he hadn't seen her blushing, too.