Ethelia's pov

Minato was being creepy back then, and it's sort of his fault! I guess he did have a good reason back then... I was a literal bomb that could go off at any time if I were to get too mad or too upset. I'm glad to know I never did that, which is sort of obvious because I'd totally be dead right now. Er, in the hospital. I guess I wouldn't know if I blew up unless someone told me... disturbing. Anyway, let's continue. I'm sure you want to know what happens with Minato's weird ass staring.

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You know when someone is staring at you but you're downright refusing to look at them? That's what I'm doing right now. I seriously want to punch something now. I can feel my nerves rising. My fingers are tapping like crazy, and I'm getting hella anxious. He just won't stop staring! Why is he staring?! Did I do something?! 

What if he thinks I'm a spy? Like, I know I'm not a spy, but my anxiety is over here whispering: "But what if you are a spy?" and it's horrifying. Anxiety is almost always irrational, but it's still effective. Like, I could be a spy, right? What if my brain was just wiped by this mind-numbing school? And I don't mean mind-numbing in the awesome sense. I mean it in the zombie sense.

Okay, no, this isn't okay.

"Can you stare at someone else for like, five minutes?" I turned towards Minato who blinked at me. The class had settled down, and the teacher was now back to droning on on jut as he did everyday. "Huh? Oh, sorry... So, you're twelve? My students are twelve." There he goes again, trying to spark up conversation. The question is: why? It's clear I don't want to talk; He just won't stop trying.

"Yeah." I nodded slowly, narrowing my eyes at him slightly. He only smiled at me. This guy is a total creep! Or he has bad child-communication skills. Or both. "Did you need something? Or are you just that intrigued by my hoodie and sweat pants?" I asked him in a dry tone. "Oh no, I'm fine. Thank you. Although, I am curious about your eyes." He contradicted everything he just said about not being intrigued and not needing anything. Little shit.

I swear to God if he's some weirdo who collects eyes... I'm going to stab someone.

(*COUGH COUGH* DANZO *COUGH COUGH COUGH*)

"What about them?" I raised an eyebrow, trying to hide how nervous I was getting. I could feel my body becoming lighter and lighter. My hair was already beginning to rise slightly as though there were a slight breeze coming from underneath me. The fact that this was happening at all made me even more nervous. Monday's suck.

"They're very unique. If you look long enough, it's like staring into space." He said happily, as though he weren't acting like a creepy eye collector. "Thanks?" I tried, staring at him with a disturbed look. Creepy ass pedophile. He laughed a little nervously. At least he caught my look at all. "Sorry, sorry. I'm being weird.

'Damn right you are.' I didn't voice my thoughts, opting to nod again. He sweat dropped a bit. Even though he realized how creepy he was being, that didn't stop him from asking yet another question. "Do you feel odd at all? Like you're... buzzing?" He asked me curiously. I stiffened, narrowing my eyes at him. My anxiety meter just rocketed off the charts. And he knew about the buzzing...

Bitch, how?

"How'd you know that?" I mumbled, pulling my hood over my hair before it could fully begin to float. I don't think Minato noticed, but he is a ninja so I can release the idea that he did completely. And I bet he isn't famous for nothing. "Ah, just a feeling." Minato smiled, looking satisfied. Did he just accomplish something or...?

I gripped my desk rightly, pushing myself down when I floated up a little. Minato looked at me questionably, to which I gave him a blank look. "Are you alright?" He asked, eyes switching between my poker face and my hands, which were clenched around sides of my desk. "I would be if you'd stop asking m invasive questions." I answered bluntly.

"Sorry, I'm not trying to be invasive," He's so lying right now. "Have you felt like you were buzzing your whole life?"

I grit my teeth, shooting him a glare when I felt the force pulling me up get even stronger. "Is there a problem, Minato-san?" The teacher questioned. "Oh, not at all! I'm just asking Ethelia some questions about school." Minato answered, smiling. I narrowed my eyes at him. He's lying again! What the hell, bro?! He's totally a pedophile, and I have officially become his next target!

"I see. Is she answering them?" The teacher asked, looking at me like I'd done something wrong. Everyone was staring at Minato. Everyone was staring at me. I didn't like it, I didn't like it at all. "Ah, yes. Most of them." Minato's voice was way too cheerful for my liking. The teacher smiled and nodded, glancing at me with a accusing look. The class snickered.

"Dammit." I hissed under my breath, bring my knees up and wedging them between myself and my desk. It was a tight fit, but it kept me planting. "Is she okay, Sensei?" Rin asked, leaning forward in her seat so she could see me. "I don't know, are you?" Minato turned towards me again. I glared at the guy. 

"Yeah, you're acting weird." Ryuki said. And because he's popular, everyone agreed. And because they all agreed, they began to whisper. This also meant everyone was now looking at me, which obviously generated a load of anxiety and panic. Not a good mix, especially not for me. I'm so screwed, I can feel it. It's way too strong. This has never happened... but I can tell it's going to hurt.

I literally shot out of my seat, slamming into the ceiling. I collided with a loud thud and a shock of pain, letting out a groan soon after. Did I just crack a rib or something? I bet I cracked a rib. That'd actually be pretty awesome if it didn't suck so bad. Everything is so much cooler in books and stuff. Like if this were a book, I'd be able to glare at everyone, spit out some monologue, and fly straight out a conveniently already open window.

"Shit." I hissed, looking across the class at everyone's looks of shock. They know. I repeat, they know. This would be a code red if I had a code red. Maybe I could make a code red... yeah, after this I'm going to need a code. It'll help me mentally deal with stuff. I should have thought of this sooner. This is a great idea.

Code red: You're in a situation you don't want to be in. You're either about to slam into the ceiling, or you already have. And you're mentally panicking like a small chicken who's just had it's head cut off. And you've had to resort to making a code in the first place.

Moving on.

Standing up on the roof as though it were the ground, I jumped. Yes, that totally sounded suicidal, but I swear it wasn't. Even though I'm just about ready to stab myself. And look! Minato's face has turned a lovely shade of white! And the seemingly-stoic Kakashi seems surprised for one. Rin and Obito seem to be dying to some extent. 

(Readers: OH SHIT SHE WENT THERE WITH THAT DYING COMMENT) 

I drifted down as though I were weightless, grabbing the edge of my chair and pulling myself to the ground. People were now pointing at me, saying I could fly. This of course caused me to float upwards again. Stupid emotions, playing me like an Atari. I just wanted to be a semi-normal kid, was that too much to ask? It's not like I asked to fly.

"Sensei, is she who I think she is?" Obito asked, sounding as though he had just seen his idol. I'm nobodies idol though, seriously. I'm probably the most revolting thing on this Earth at the moment. Minato was looking at me how Jack most likely looked at the golden goose when he first saw what it could do. It was mildly-horrifying. "Yeah... I think she is..." Minato answered breathlessly.

I felt a bead of sweat roll down my brow. What're they talking about. "What? I'm what?" I asked them, resisting the urge to add the question "A majestically rare bird?" to the end. This is supposed to be serious. "Oh God, it's her? She isn't even a ninja." Kakashi sounded slightly disgusted, but his face told another story. He was awed. I let out a groan in response, letting myself drift back up. My back hit the ceiling and I felt like I was lying down. Almost. Other than the part where I'm upside down.

"Why me? I really did think we were friends, Satan. I did." I said glumly to myself, shaking my head slightly. everyone stared at me in shock, awe and bewilderment. "Is she crazy?" Obito whispered to Rin. "Probably." I answered him, sitting up. He jumped in surprise, as though he hadn't expected a reply. He needs to work on his whispering skills. He's like, halfway across the room. And on the ground.

It's so odd. It feels like I'm sitting down normally on the ground, but I'm on the ceiling. I've never gotten this nervous before, or this scared. I've never really... flown. I've only ever really hovered, stopped falling, simple stuff. Excluding that one time I face-planted on the ceiling... that was a whole other deal though. That was an intense book. "This is your fault," I pointed at Minato who was still staring at me. "You made me nervous, and look what happened."

"My team and I were sent here to investigate a large chakra. It's larger thank almost anything we've ever felt, and it's coming from you." He said, grinning. How is this a good thing? It would've been better if it were coming from an actual ninja. I raised an eyebrow at him. "You mean that's the buzzing?" I questioned. He nodded enthusiastically. "Why did you, I don't know, just tell me instead of acting like a rapist with low standards?" My question made him anime fall.

"Those exist?" Rin asked, sounding a little scared. A few of the girls in class shuddered. "Maybe." Obito shrugged, not looking as though he really cared. He was too busy staring at my and my anti-gravity-ness. Kakashi let out a grunt, turning away from us like we'd actually done something wrong. I rolled my eyes at him, letting out a short yell when I suddenly fell.

Don't ask how, but I managed to twist so I landed in a crouch. A very painful crouch. That was my physical activity of the day. "Ooo, ankles." I hissed, standing up and rolling them so they popped. "Yeah, she's definitely not a ninja." Obito pointed out the single most obvious fact to everyone in the room, even though they most likely already knew. "This is a civilian school!" I threw my hands in the air in exasperation.

"We need you to come with us, to see the Hokage." Minato put a hand on my shoulder, causing me to jump slightly. I looked at him with a semi-blank look. "No." I told him. He sweat dropped at me. "Why not?" Rin frowned. "Don't I have rights? And there's no way I'm climbing all those stairs." Obito and Rin both sweat dropped while Minato just chuckled.

"Can't you fly?" Kakashi scoffed at me. He does that a lot. Scoffs. "Oh yes, but I have total control over that as I demonstrated before." I said sarcastically. He let out a huff, glaring at me. I shuffled awkwardly in response, raising an eyebrow at Minato. I already told him I'm not going, and there's nothing he can do about it! I don't wanna see the Hokage.

"....Someone will carry you and I'll buy you lunch."

"Oh hell yeah, that's the shit. Let's go."

Everyone in the room sweat dropped, excluding Kakashi, who simply huffed.