Defying Gravity

Chapter 21

Damn this is long.

Also, I'm sorry I can't write Obito's pov correctly XD I know it sucks and doesn't seem quite right but hnnnggg

There was an attempt ;3;

Ethelia's pov

Thankfully Obito's apartment was on the bottom floor, and that meant I didn't have to climb any stairs. Honestly, had there been stairs, I probably would have left. All this physical activity for someone I don't even care about. I think my overall pity for his poor, pathetic broken heart is what's fueling me. That and it means I can walk and, you know, not run until I'm seconds away from keeling over.

Minato-sensei is harsher than you think.

I knocked loudly on the door, my foot tapping impatiently. I heard no footsteps and received no response. There's a small chance that he actually isn't here, but my gut says he is, and I usually trust my gut. It's my most reliable tool, telling me when I'm in need of food and holding it for me so I don't die. So far, it hasn't failed me. It doesn't even imitate whale calls too often in class, and I'm glad.

I knocked again, and I swear I heard something. It made me frown. I did NOT walk all this way to be ignored. This is some physical activity I did not need to participate in, and yet here I am, being an upstanding citizen and offering to deal with heartbroken idiots. Seriously, this kid is seconds away from starting a literal war if he won't open the fuck up. 

I began to look around for a way to get into the apartment because seriously, I'm not wasting this. I walked this far, and being ignored is just irritating me and driving me to continue. There's no way he's getting me to leave him alone that easily. I will ram down this door if it comes to it. Even better, I'll shatter his window. I'm supposed to be a ninja so I guess it's time to practice my infiltration. 

My eyes found a decorative flowerpot by his door and I immediately knew what I had to do. The plant is dead anyway, so there's no harm in it... sort of. This is probably obstruction of private property but everyone knows I'll be arrested one day for one thing or another. I see no harm in starting early. At least I won't have to run anymore.

I lifted the large pot that was full of dry dirt and a shriveled up bush. It was heavy, and that was good. I scooted it above the doorknob, lifting it slightly higher. My arms whined in protest but I ignored them, lifting it higher before thrusting it down as hard as I could.

There was a huge snap and a shatter was the pot broke, and the doorknob clattered to the ground. I dusted the dirt off my jeans casually. I'm actually pretty surprised that worked. I guess I'm lucky the knob was cheap. Otherwise I would just be standing here awkwardly surrounded in the remains of what was once a ceramic pot of dehydrated soil.

I kicked open the door because it felt cool and walked in. It was cold in his apartment, but I ignored it, walking further in. I almost paused when I realized that the lady hadn't actually been sure if this was Obito's apartment. I could be about to get murdered out this bitch, and for what? Some whiny baby who's crush brutally, brutally rejected him? 

"Shithead!" I called into the house as I turned into a hall. Right, insulting someone who's been crushed (WHEEZE) is probably a bad idea. "Er- Obito?"

I shuffled through the small apartment, looking around. It was pretty bland, no real pictures on the walls, and minimal furniture. He's definitely living on a budget, and he definitely lives alone. I'm just glad it isn't at total pigsty honestly. I'm a messy person myself, but it's different when it's someone else. I'm well aware of how depressing I am, I don't want to see something like that on anyone else. It isn't fun.