Sorry this took so long. I've been having major internal conflicts, and I think this is going to become an Obito story. Shadow Singer will stay Kakashi, but I kinda ship Ethelia with Obito tbh.
Kakashi can be gay with Iruka it's fine-
*Conflicted sobbing*
Ethelia's pov
I entered the house quietly and cautiously, nearly losing my shit when the door let out the loudest creak I've ever heard come from it in my life. After spending pretty much all day at the hospital, my ankle was mostly healed. Very tender and currently wrapped in mass amount of bandages, but it was okay. If I put too much pressure on it, it would probably snap, so I had to be cautious and use crutches. I'd be like that for a few days, but hey, I really can't complain, can I? Less working out for me. That, and I've met someone who can come up with jokes on the spot. It's a rare skill.
I'm not saying I'm ready to be all buddy buddy with Obito, but at least he's tolerable now. Kakashi on the other hand... he's rude, and Rin is still iffy. Minato, quite frankly, freaks me out. He's a pretty weird dude, and way too optimistic. I've never met someone so cheerful. Maybe I'm just pessimistic, but that man seems way too cheerful to be real. He's a ninja! A powerful one. We're in the middle of a war, and he's just... he's not really being a realist. Maybe I'm being a dick here, but that sunshine, happy-go-lucky attitude of his is a little unnerving.
"Ethelia, where have you- your ankle! What happened?! Oh, you should have had someone come get me!" He went from slightly-angry to wailing in less than five seconds. Ah, only my dad. Only my dad. "Oh, hey dad." I greeted boredly. He shouldn't be home right now. Does that mean he finally quit his night job? I mean, that's a good thing, but still! I wasn't counting on him being here. That puts a real wedge in my plan to put layers upon layers of knee socks on one foot to make it the same size as my almost-cast, and then just force one over my bandaged foot. I'm always doing weird stuff like that, so he wouldn't have noticed. I wouldn't have to lie about it...
"What happened?" He circled me, his eyes narrowed as he examined me. I twitched slightly under his gaze. What do I say? I better make it good, or he won't believe me. He'd probably ground me for getting injured, or at least keep me under house-arrest until I told the truth. I really don't have a problem with the house-arrest part, but sometimes he hides all the good food and leaves just the ingredients for gross shit like salads and stuff. Ain't nobody got time for that.
"I... tripped." I winced, regret immediately filling me. Oh my God, did I really just say that? That is the shittiest, most half-assed excuse that has ever left my mouth. I am so disappointed in myself right now. How did this happen? I should just go, you know, die right now. There's no way he's going to buy that. Obito could have done better than that, and it's Obito. How have I fallen so low? Is it the drugs? Did they even give me drugs? Shit, I should have asked. Wait, I took those pills. What were they? What do pain killers do other than numb pain? Kill brain cells?
"Of course you'd fall down the stairs." My dad scoffed, standing up straight. My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.
He bought it?!?
"A-Ah, yeah. Hah hah... only me." My acting is good, I swear. "Did it break? How much are the bills? I can pay for them." My dad puffed up proudly, like a bird, or frog. I deadpanned at him. He's really happy about our new source of income, isn't he? "Actually, I didn't really... trip, per say. Someone bumped into me and we both fell down the stairs. They felt really bad, so they took care of my injury as well as their own!" I smiled as convincingly as I could. He didn't seem suspicious, which made me feel even guiltier about this whole lying business. "Oh? Who was it? Anyone I know?" My dad hummed, gravitating into the kitchen. I hobbled over to the couch, racking my head for a random name. "I-It was Mark, actually." I winced more. Dead. I'm dead. What have I done? Why am I like this?
"Oh ho, really now?" My dad bellowed out a laugh. I deadpanned some more. Is that... a good thing? "You should be careful around that kid. He's questionable. I don't doubt he's good, but he seems a bit... rough around the edges." My father hummed, turning on the oven. I guess we're having homemade food today. I really hope he doesn't light the kitchen on fire again. "Rough? That's rich, coming from you." I snorted, fiddling with the end of my shirt. My dad has the deepest voice I've ever heard, and is roughly the size of a full grown bear. I know I'm not all that large, but he's the damn hulk compared to me. I think even Minato would be dwarfed by him.
"I'll have to have a talk with that Mark kid." My dad said. I felt my heart sink. Yeah, it's official, I'm dead. Deader than I was last year when those finals rolled around. The amount of cramming I did, and coffee I consumed... it was terrifying. I was even scared at myself at that point. Even in middle school, finals are serious. Being a civilian is a lot harder than you'd think. You've got to do good in even elementary school for colleges to accept you. At least, the good ones.
"Hey, dad, I'm actually going to go... thank, Mark." I winced slightly. "Hmmm? Alright. Invite him over for dinner while you're at it." He urged. I winced further. I'm not even sure if Mark is home. If he's not, I guess that'd be a good thing. I know his dad isn't around. He's at work, somewhere. I think he works in the T&I department, which would explain why he's so damns scary. I swear, I look that man in the eye once and my blood turns to ice. I mean, he's got lit ass tattoos, but he's absolutely fear-inspiring.
"I'll be back." I sighed, pushing myself off the couch. I wobbled slightly, sucking in a sharp breath and struggling to steady myself. Luckily, I didn't crash through our coffee table. Not today. "Be careful, and don't take too long." My dad said what any dad would. So I said what any daughter would. "Alright, dad! I'll be back soon." I told him, shuffling towards the door. I grimaced once I stepped out of the house, turning to look over at Mark's house.
I hope to hell he agrees to go along with my story.
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