...ading, the ones Jiraya writes?”
Naruto thought for a moment before his eyes went wide in realization, “Those types of dreams?” she nodded, “well, uh… well what’s so bad? They can’t be the first dreams you’ve had like that in your life.”
Tsunade’s blush deepened, “They aren’t, but these ones have been… really good, better than any others.”
“Then, what’s bothering you so much about them?”
She looked away from the young Uzumaki, “It’s not so much the dreams that bother me; it’s…the other person in them.”
“What do you mean? What’s wrong with dreaming about someone, even if it’s that kind of dream?”
“Naruto, a dream can be your minds way of working out your real feelings about something, especially if it’s the same kind of dreams over and over again. And the problem is this person is…” she mumbled something.
“This person is what? Is it someone that hurt you or something?”
She shook her head vigorously, “No, this person is…you.” Tsunade had her eyes closed, waiting for Naruto’s reaction, but after a few moments of silence, she looked up to see a blank, far-away expression on his face, she waved a hand in front of his face, and snapped her fingers in his ears a couples times, but there was no response. Oh dear Kami, I broke him.
Naruto wasn’t “broken,” his mind was just trying to process what it just learned. This woman, this much older, experi...