The Tale Of An Utterly Old Lady. [Jiraiya x OC]

Chapter 7 | The Destiny That Awaits Us

Chapter 7 | The Destiny That Awaits Us

Jiraiya's place was an apartment that looked to be made for only one person. There was a kitchen and dining area to the right, while the bed, facing south with its headboard against the wall, was settled on the left side. A drawer sat to the right of the bed, and on it were pictures of his team and his family. A window was on the left wall, covered by some green curtains, matching the green carpet by the door leading to the bathroom. There was also a clock on the wall above the board of the bed, ticking.

Apparently, the small apartment complex was newly built, and that Jiraiya purchased an apartment because his old house felt too big for him. His parents had long since passed—at separate times, Jiraiya added and the empty space only intensified the loneliness he felt.

The place was nice, however. It needed a bit of cleanup, with dust everywhere because it was left vacant for almost a month, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.

"Might have to clean up..." Jiraiya sighed, and I nodded my head to agree.

"A bit late though," I stated, frowning. The clock on Jiraiya's wall had its hands indicating the time—9:10 PM. The cleaning would definitely take up a while, and with my exhausted body from the traveling, I came to a decision, "Let's just deal with it tomorrow..."

I yawned.

"Agree with that," Jiraiya yawned as well, and he dragged himself over to the bed and fell limply on it, face down. His limbs sprawled all over the bed as he shifted slightly to make himself a bit more comfortable. I shook my head with a sigh as I watched him, setting down my somewhat heavy bag, before approaching him.

"Hey, you got any spare futon for me to sleep in?" I asked him.

"You're asking for a separate bed now?" His words were sort of muffled because of the way he laid on the bed. "Thought you didn't care."

"I guess it wouldn't matter at this point," I said. "'Kay, move over then."

"I'm too tired..." He sighed, finally flipping over on his back.

I looked over at him as I stood beside the bed, frowning. "So are you gonna let me sleep in a futon or on your bed? Make some sense, please."

"How about the floor?" He asked, shooting a teasing grin.

I sat down on the bed while sighing, turning my head over to Jiraiya to say, "I might change my mind about the deal, after all."

"Wha—you can't just take it back! We've already—"

"So scoot over then."

Though a displeased expression showed on his face, he did as I asked.

"Will you tell me now?"

"About?" I lied down next to him, my eyes trained on the ceiling.

"About the Child of Prophecy—come on, you said you would tell me everything after the meal."

"Hm... I have to think about it."

"What?!" He rose into a sitting position, turning his upper body to face me. "You tricked me!"

"No! Bro, of course I'm gonna tell you," I rolled my eyes. "I just need to think about how to tell you."

"What's with all the hesitance? Just tell me what you know," he said, staring at me as if he couldn't understand my dilemma.