#and he would. do anything. for forde. except the things that he wouldn't do naturally

[goldfishlover73]

This was the last thing I wrote before I couldn't anymore.

It's trash, but that's fine.

It's not an epilogue, but more of an alternative ending to the Isekai. I really enjoy how the Isekai ends so I wouldn't want to add it as another chapter to that but I did write some more neat lore for it. That's all this is.

So if you haven't read that then this will not make any sense.

This is tagged KakaSaku, but it's not, but since it's the Isekai it needs that tag. It's Obito and Kakashi.

It's also long.

Kakashi’s adrenaline raced; his palms sweaty. His ears rang with the sounds of people. Cars. Shibuya. He closed his eyes and his mind drifted to another place. A quieter place.

He heard her soft voice in the very depths of his soul. Kakashi’s resolve strengthened. He opened his eyes. It would be different this time. This time he’d be more prepared. More ready.

He’d brace for impact. 

Before his rational brain could stop him, Kakashi shoved off the pavement, the ground jolting his joints like the earth of Konoha had never done. He launched himself in the air. 

He didn’t go as high as he would have in that magical ninja world, but height didn’t matter. 

Nothing mattered except trying to get back to her. 

Sakura.

Kakashi braced for impact. For an impact on the hard dirt of the forest floor. To be scraped by roots and sticks and fall in questionable squishy mud as his ears rang with the sounds of silence. Of nature.

Instead his eardrums almost burst at the sound of a car horn. The pain settled deep in his bones as his body made contact with the hood of a silver Camry.

The sound of the horn disappeared at the thud of his body crashing into the windshield. It cracked. A man’s muffled scream from inside the car.

Kakashi’s body came to a halt before it slid back down the windshield. There were a few moments before the pain set in. He tried to brace himself for that. And for the lashing Rin was going to give him. 

She hated all his extracurricular activities.

Maybe a Camry just isn’t the answer. Kakashi wheezed as he slid down the hood of the car and onto the pavement.

He coughed, pain erupting in his head as his left eye went skidding. He watched as a Ford Focus ran over it, crushing it into a million pieces.

Rin would give him a lashing, but Obito might kill him for breaking another eye.

“Shit.” He huffed as the sound of sirens filled his ears as he collapsed.

III

“Dude, you have to stop doing this.” Obito glanced up to see Kakashi scowling. “You don’t have health insurance.” Or maybe it was the swelling in his face. “You're lucky my family makes fake eyes.” The left side of his face was a menagerie of pinks, purples and greens. It reminded Obito of another life when Kakashi was fighting for money.

It was a hell of a lot better than fighting for drugs. Or money for drugs. Or both.

At least he wasn’t missing an eye when he was fighting. Kakashi’s empty eye socket made it look a whole lot worse. Or maybe it was the scowl. “You know I can’t bring you home looking like this. You’ll scare the Isuzu.”

Kakashi didn’t say anything, his right eye glancing over all the acrylic eyes looking up at them from their display cases. His face did soften a little, his busted lip jutting slightly. “Sorry,” Kakashi whispered. “I thought it would work this time.”

“As opposed to all the other times?” Obito scoffed, “I don’t think you were hit by a magical bus.”

Kakashi only hummed, looking down at the eyes.

“How about this one?” Obito pointed to one of the ‘fashion’ eyes. “It’s pretty cool. It looks like it moves.”

Kakashi slid next to him, squinting to get a good look at it. It was red. Blood red with a swirly triangle that swirled in its casing. 

“It looks…impractical.”

“It looks sick.”

Kakashi stood straight, shaking his head. “It reminds me of Sasuke.”

“Your girl’s guy?” Obito frowned, looking back at the eye. “How?” He pointed at himself, “I thought you said he looked like me.”

Kakashi’s tone was somber. “His eyes changed colors.” He nodded to that, “You really need to talk to your family about all this.” 

Obito frowned, looking back at the eye, half expecting it to blink at him. His family was weird, for sure, but…red eyes weird?

“What about this weird purple one?”

Kakashi shook his head. “The vibe is off.

“I’m just getting a replacement. I don’t want-”

“Well too damn bad.” Obito huffed, tapping the glass. “If I’m going to have to pay for another stupid eye, I want to be entertained.”

Obito got the attention of his cousin who ran the shop. “Get one of these weird red ones. From the Heirloom collection!” Obito looked at Kakashi, who had the decency to look away. Looking meek. UnKakashi like. Obito put his hands on his hips. “It’ll be like a cone of shame. Wear it to remind yourself that I have to keep buying you eyes because you keep jumping in front of cars.

“Wear it when we’re sparring.” Obito huffed. “Don’t wear it around Isuzu.” Obito puffed out his cheeks. “She’ll want one.”

A smile pulled on Kakashi’s lips. “She’d like it.” Kakashi nodded. 

“And I don’t need my daughter trying to scoop her eyes out with a spoon to look like Uncle ‘Kashi.”

Kakashi chuckled as Obito’s cousin came and fetched him, guiding him to the back to get fitted.

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Obito’s throat clenched as he watched the cage. 

Kakashi and Minato were fighting like he'd never seen. It was a true mix of martial arts: boxing and muay thai and taekwondo. They were fast; a swirl of silver and yellow. He could barely track Kakashi’s movements. And Minato was faster. 

The whole gym shook as the cage rattled. Obito blinked and Kakashi was on the ground under a smiling Minato. 

So cool. 

They were both in only grappling shorts and we're shredded. Obito subconsciously searched Kakashi's skin, looking for the tell tale signs of new usage. 

But he'd been clean for over a year. The longest he'd gone since Obito had known him. 

His arms, once riddled with puncture scars, were now covered in new scars. Scars he could show with pride. Scars where he did some weird magic shit to protect his new friends.If talking about them wouldn't get him locked away in a mental institution. 

Those people were able to help him more than I ever could.

Something ugly swirled in Obito's gut. He looked down at himself. At his Dad bod. Kakashi was in better shape than when he was a professional cage fighter. Obito…wasn't.

But Obito had never really been a fighter. He liked the exercise but he didn't have the killer instinct that Kakashi had. The killer drive to put it all on the line in a fight.

Obito had things to lose. He couldn't get injured or hurt like Kakashi. Obito…didn't know what kill or be killed was like. He didn’t want to know.

Obito's heart stopped, his eyes snapped to Kakashi. Minato was showing him something; a stance. Kakashi was watching with rapt attention, like any of this mattered anymore.

Like Kakashi could fight again. Would fight again.

Had Kakashi killed someone? 

In that other world? 

Kakashi hadn't told him everything. He knew that. Just the juicy bits. His uncle. The girl. The Uchiha. That he had a steady job and paid for his own all-you-can-eat-BBQ. He had enough money to buy produce.

If he had killed someone…he would have Obito. 

…Right? 

That ugly something roared louder.

He didn't need me.

He doesn't need me. 

“Obito!”

Obito snapped up. Kakashi was leaning heavily on the cage, breathing heavy. The mismatched eyes, one gray and one red, suited him in a strange way. “I need you.” He huffed, “You're up.” He gestured towards him, “just not the face.” 

“If you stopped jumping in front of cars your face would be fine.” Minato’s voice seemed far away. 

Kakashi waved him off, his eyes never leaving Obito's. “Are you ok?”

Obito shook it all off.

“I won't touch your pretty boy face.” Obito whined. “Just don't do any of your weird magic shit to me. I'm squishy.” Minato chuckled, but Kakashi just watched him, the red eye swirling. 

III

“You wanted him to be independent.”

“You wanted him to be independent. I didn't-”

“You wanted him off that stuff.” Obito gritted his teeth. Rin rolled her eyes. “It's a good thing he's not addicted to drugs anymore, Obito. That’s he’s independent.” 

Obito scoffed. 

“Just because he doesn't need you doesn't mean he doesn't need you. 

“He does. He always will. You're…” Run paused before shrugging, “whatever you two are. Brothers from different mothers.”

“That’s not the saying at all.” Obito's phone buzzed. Rin gave him a look. Since she was standing in front of him. That meant it could only be one person.

It buzzed again. 

“Since when do you stand up for him?!”

Obito was afraid that if she rolled her eyes anymore they'd roll out of her head. “Since you got him off the drugs.”

"It wasn't me.” Obito pouted, “it was that girl-”

“It was you, Uchiha Obito. It was always for you.” Rin shook her head. “He wouldn’t have come back if it wasn’t for you. 

“He loves you. He probably feels like he needs to be here. For you.”

“Did he tell you that?”

Rin gave him a look. “We’re closer, but not that close. Like how close Neptune is to the Sun.” she shook her head, “not like Pluto.”

Obito groaned, “you’re practically married.”

“Please,” Rin scoffed.

“Do you think he should go back?” Obito said incredulously.

“I never said that.” Rin countered. “But you just did,” she tilted her head, “do you think he should? If he could figure out how?”

Obito didn’t say anything as his phone buzzed again. “He’s more independent now.” Obito said seriously. He unlocked his phone to see Kakashi had sent him a slew of memes. “He doesn’t need me.”

“He’ll always need you, Obito.” He looked up at Rin, she nodded, “you’ll always need enough other. But now his life doesn’t depend on it.”

Obito huffed, “Literally.” 

His phone buzzed and it was Kakashi again, asking about sparring again soon. How he’d missed having someone to beat up on. Obito’s lips pressed together. 

“There’s no way for him to go back anyway. Just be happy, Obi-chan.”

Obito thumbed out something Rin wouldn’t approve of and watched Kakashi send back something just as vulgar. 

Obito smiled, ignoring Kakashi’s voice in his head.

“You really need to talk to your family about all this.”

III

“What's got you so interested in this stuff all the sudden?” 

Obito jammed his hands in his pockets, shrugging sheepishly as Shisui led him down the dark, dank, corridor under the compound. Obito was huddled tightly in his bulky coat while Shisui wore an oversized ivory sweater. “Just…doing some research for a school thing. Teaching the kids about cults.” he jabbed.

Shisui stopped in front of a door, raising a brow. “Don't you teach second graders?”

Obito's ears burned. “Never too young to teach them the warning signs. 

“Pokemon has a cult-like following, you know.”

Shisui studied him seriously. “This doesn't have to do with your friend does it? Sakumo’s son?

“He was gone for a while.”

It took Obito a minute to remember Kakashi's dad’s name was Sakumo. “No, it's not him.” Obito said quickly. He had gone to Shisui because he could trust him. But he was also an Uchiha in the family business. He knew the weird shit the Uchiha family was into.

Shisui put in a code on a number pad that materialized on the wall. The door swung open. “And he was.” Obito cleared his throat. “Overseas. Getting help with the drug thing.” Obito didn't fit in with his family in a lot of ways. One was lying.

Shisui didn't question him. He only nodded. “I hope he got the help he needed.”

Obito shoved his hands into his pockets more as he led him down a maze of hallways. “I know, you know.” Shisui looked behind him as they went down another winding hallway. “I'm not stupid.

“Gramps is the reason.” The reason for Kakashi’s drug problem. “Between whatever his dad did for the family and the drugs they got him hooked on.”

“Sakumo was very skilled in what he did.” Shisui agreed. “But Kakashi didn’t have…” Shisui looked up at the ceiling, “The right training for that kind of thing. It’s not something you can learn here.” He shrugged, “and what Kakashi did after that is on him.” Shisui stopped in front of a door. He looked up at it, frowning. “What you're wanting is in here.” Shisui’s dark eyes studied him. “Why though?

“How far did Kakashi go overseas?”

Obito bit the inside of his cheek. “Pretty far.” He shrugged.

Something shifted in his cousin's face. “Did he mention meeting someone?

Someone named Itachi?”

The door slid open in front of them. Obito shook his head. Shisui seemed disappointed. 

“He can't go back.” Shisui warned. 

Obito scoffed, “no, he can't. He belongs here.” he brushed past him into a dusty library. It smelled weird. 

It smelled like magic.

“You know that's not true.” Shisui said softly. Obito ignored him, his eyes shifting around until they paused on the far wall. Two giant eyes stared back. 

They were like Kakashi's new eye. The red one with the triangles.

“Not all of us are like you. In a place where we belong.” Obito's eyes stung. “We're not sure how he got there, but he’s back. 

“Perhaps with a new set of skills?”

Obito turned, grabbing his cousin by the sweater. Obito had been training as a fighter for years and his dad bod gave him enough weight to move most people around. Shisui, a head shorter than him, didn’t move. Shisui’s gaze darkened. “You're not one of us.” Obito shivered as Shisui ducked out of his grasp like he was a white belt. Shisui looked up at the wall with the eyes and Obito’s gaze followed. The eyes almost glowed. “Only those with the mangekyou can send them here. Only Itachi could have done that. 

“Ask him about it.”

“What does that even mean?” One of us? Mangekyou?” Obito rubbed his eyes.

“The ones from overseas” Shisui said simply. He looked around the room, “text me when you're done. 

“And, of course, don't forget,” his cousin's hand was heavy on his shoulder, “you were never here.”

The door closed softly behind him. 

III

Obito’s family…was insane. Absolutely insane. But he already knew they were insane. But not this bad.

“So everything I read in there is real? The eyeballs and the coup d'etat and the giant purple thing.”

Shisui looked into his tea cup and shrugged.

They were sitting at a coffee shop on the other side of town.

Obito huffed, looking around, “Is the eye thing the reason that everyone who isn’t part of the…family business is an optometrist?” Except for Obito, of course.

Shisui seemed to be thinking the same thing. “They think someone in the family might be able to still activate their sharingan on this side.” Shisui spoke softly, his eyes shifting around the shop. “To be able to send people back.”

“Back?” Obito repeated stupidly.

Shisui took a sip of tea, “some of us were born overseas.

“Some of us were sent here because there wasn’t another choice.”

“There are always choices.” Obito said, taking a deep swig of his coffee. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight. He had a feeling it had nothing to do with the coffee.

“There are things worse than death.” Shisui said lightly. “Even you should know that.”

Obito thought of Kakashi. Of him before.

They sat in a heavy silence.

Obito swallowed thickly, rubbing his left eye with his palm. Ever since Kakashi lost his, he felt phantom pains. It was annoying. He’d been the same when Rin was pregnant with Isuzu. “What if someone could.” He looked around before leaning over the table, “do that magic eye shit.”

Shisui’s eyes shifted over the room before leaning forward. “I wouldn’t tell a soul.”

“If your friend didn’t meet Itachi…” Shisui trailed off.

“Who was Itachi?”

“Itachi is…” Shisui paused. He blinked rapidly. “Was a friend.” He nodded to himself. If Shisui wasn’t an Uchiha, Obito might have wrapped him in a hug with that somber look.

Friend my ass.

“He is overseas. And if your friend went overseas, he should have met him.”

Obito gripped his cup firmly, “He-could have been on a trip?” Shisui wasn’t impressed. Obito clenched his jaw and exhaled through his nose. He hoped he wasn’t putting Kakashi into any danger. “What about Sasuke?” Shisui’s eyes went wide. “What if that is a name he said?”

Shisui shook his head, “if he met Sasuke, he would have met Itachi.” Obito shook his head.

Shisui sat back in his chair, his shoulders sagged. 

“Do you want me to-”

Shisui shook his head. “I want you to keep this to yourself.” He said darkly. Obito sat straight as Shisui’s eyes seemed to flash red. “You don’t tell anyone.” Shisui’s lip curled, leaning forward over the table. He looked down at his cup and then back up to Obito, “and watch your friend.

“And your boxing coach too.” Shisui nodded. “And find your daughter a new Optometrist.”

III

Rin was going to kill him. 

But Kakashi called him. It was the third call that day, second in two hours. Kakashi hated calling. 

He only did that when he needed Obito.

“Wanna come over?” Obito barely let him get the words out before he said he was on his way. 

He called Rin in the car. 

“Kakashi needs me to come over.” He ran a hand through his hair, “he sounded…”

“Like he was a thought away from a really bad decision?”

Obito winced, “well, not really.”

“A few bad thoughts?” 

Obito nodded, “Yeah. If I didn't know, I'd have thought he was just constipated.”

Rin laughed. She never would have laughed before. “I’m honestly not surprised.” Rin said off handedly. “He’s always going to have the urges,

“As long as he doesn’t act on them. Go to him, we’ll go to my mother’s tonight.”

Obito thanked all the deities he could think of that Rin didn’t hate Kakashi anymore. “Sorry I’ve been gone all day.”

“Find what you were looking for?” Obito frowned, rubbing his eye.

“We need a new eye doctor?”

Rin was silent for a moment, “I’ve been saying that for years,” she sighed wearily. “You’re not getting us into your family’s-”

“Absolutely not. I can trust Shisui.” Obito said quickly. “I might be getting Kakashi out of it.”

“What does that mean?” Rin said softly. “You’ve been trying to do that for ten years. How is a visit to the family village today any different than before?” In the past year.

Obito’s phone felt heavy. The camera reel full of every page in the ominous looking tome that sat under the eyes. “I think it’s doing something I don’t want to do.”

Obito was grateful he didn’t have to spell that out to Rin. He loved that his wife’s first guess wasn’t that he, an Uchiha, wasn’t just going to kill someone. “That girl seemed like she was great.” She reminded him, “really good for him. And that uncle? Someone Kakashi was starting to look up to.” Obito pulled over in front of the gym, cursing under his breath as his eye burned. “Obito,” Rin was using her doctor voice. The one she used before she told someone they had months to live. “It’s probably for the best. For his best.”

Obito nodded, knowing she would know he was nodding without saying anything.

Because she was right. She always was.

A knock on the glass made Obito jump with a shout. His phone went flying as He looked out the window. His heart lurched in his chest. 

Kakashi stood, his left eye bandaged. He gave him a closed eye smile and a small wave. When his hand dropped, it dropped to the crook in his left elbow, his thumb ghosting over the little knots Obito knew were there.

That was now covered in those new scars. 

Obito held up a finger, reaching down to grab his phone.

“I’m here,” He said, frantically unbuckling his seat belt.

“Blow off some steam. We can talk more when Kakashi’s better.

“Have fun.”

Obito nodded again before jumping out of the car. The door hadn’t closed again before Kakashi pulled Obito in a fierce hug.

“Thanks for coming.” Kakashi whispered in his ear. Obito nodded, his arms wrapping around his best friend. “I’m okay. I just…I just needed you, right now.”

Obito grabbed him fiercely. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to do this.

III

Obito gripped the arm around his neck pulling it down. He sucked in a deep breath. “Oi,” He called through gritted teeth. “You’re from that place, yeah? With the ninjas.”

Minato let up his hold only lightly. They were grappling on the mats in the gym. Obito felt Minato’s face move and Obito’s eyes followed the movement. 

Kakashi was in the corner holding a heavy back for one of the fighters.

“Is that what he told you?”

“No, you just did.” Obito felt Minato’s defense slip. Obito ducked his head, slipping it out of Minato’s grasp and shifted so he sat on Minato’s hips. Obito grabbed his wrist and pinned them over his head. “And you came up in conversation.” He said lowly.

“But not Kakashi?”

Obito shook his head, shifting his weight to gift wrap Minato’s arm. Obito pinned Minato’s right arm to his left ear, bringing his own hand under Minato’s neck.

“Yes,” Minato whispered when Obito brought his head down to change his weight, “I was like…the president.”

“President!?” Obito sat up, pulling Minato with him. Minato only let out an ‘omph.’ “Like-”

“Less of a Prime Minster,” Minato shrugged, looking over where Kakashi was, “More power”

“But you teach MMA?”

Minato shrugged, “And before that I punched people in a cage for a living.” Minato gestured to the gift wrap. Obito continued his attack, “There’s not much of a difference, really.” 

“Except for the satisfaction of actually getting to hit your opponent.” Obito shifted his weight and Minato only hummed in agreement as Obito shifted into an arm bar. Minato tapped and Obito let go. It was the first time in five years he’d been able to submit Minato.

“Who is Itachi?” 

Minato’s eyes widened. He looked over at Kakashi, who was still busy. Minato gestured for Obito to crouch. They slapped hands and Minato moved faster than Obito could believe. He grabbed the back of Obito’s head and shoved it down. “Who told you about Itachi?”

“Shisui.” Obito choked as Minato’s arm snatched him in a guillotine. Minato wrapped his arm around Minato’s neck, pulling him in close to his armpit, his head coming to his back.

Minato nodded, against his back, “I remember him. Very skilled for his age.”

Obito’s head swirled. Minato knew Shisui back when he was the magic ninja president. “So who was he?”

“Itachi was a double agent with the village and the Uchiha clan.” Minato said softly, “Before I…left,” he flattened Obito out. Obito flipped on his back and Minato put him into side control. He pressed his shoulder into Obito’s chest, moving his knee to capture his hip. Obito was imobilized. “There were talks of killing them all.”

Obito’s eyes widened, “Killing-killing who?”

“All the Uchiha.”

“So they couldn’t do the coup?”

Minato sat up on his haunches. He looked at Obito puzzled, “How did you-”

Obito pounced on Minato, scrambling to get him into side control. He was more sloppy, Minato would have easily be able to break out if he tried. But he didn’t. “So Itachi was supposed to stop the coup?”

“That’s right,” Minato shifted, breaking out of side control and wrapping his legs around Obito’s waist. Obito began to panic, jumping to his feet. Minato was calm, “I was against it. I think that’s why I’m here.

“That and the kyubii attack.” Minato’s eyes went wide, “Which could have been-” He shook his head.

Obito wasn’t sure what that was and shelved it in his mind for another time. “Shisui’s younger than me-” 

Minato shook his head, “He’d be older. By a couple years. But schooling is different here than there. They might have said he was younger so he could get a proper education.”

Obito shook his head, “if he was there when you were there-”

Minato shifted his weight, lifting himself up in a crunch. “He was only twelve when I last saw him.  Itachi was younger.”

Obito dropped to his knees, “You said Itachi-”

“Things are different there.” Minato said as he spun, grabbing Obito’s arm. Obito allowed the armbar to happen. “Itachi was very skilled. He might have been stronger than me one day.”

“To be ninja president?”

Minato nodded, “if he wanted to be.”

Obito tapped to the armbar as the timer went off. Minato let go but didn’t move away. “What’s going on, Obito? Why are you asking-”

“Why would it be bad if Itachi was gone?” Obito said, looking back at Kakashi. He was finishing up with the fighter in the corner. “From a presidential standpoint.”

Minato thought for a moment, “It all depends on what happened after I left.

“If…Itachi did stop the coup by killing the rest of his clan that wasn’t over here…” Minato froze, “Or he sent them here.” Obito stood straight, “And they found out-”

“And if they could figure out a way to send them back?

Minato shook his head, “They would probably try to start another coup because if Itachi wasn’t there…they would have had him killed.”

“And knowing what your family is now-” Minato glanced over his shoulder. “The Uchiha are a very vengeful bunch. It’s why the family business works as well as it does.” Obito watched as Kakashi made his way towards them. “Is there something I should be worried about?”

Obito swivelled his head. Minato’s voice was almost as dark as his glare.

These overseas people and their eyes were scary. “Just watch your back.” Obito said seriously.

Minato nodded. “So business as usual.”

III

“Do you miss it?” He and Kakashi took Isuzu to the bay for the day to give Rin a much needed break. She had told them they looked like a wonderful gay couple and even took a picture of the three of them together. Kakashi had been holding Isuzu, his face looking completely at ease.

“Miss what, Babito?” Kakashi asked with a sigh.

“You know what I mean!” Obito scoffed, watching his daughter chase a seagull. “I know you miss her. But do you miss…everything else?”

“I’m happy to be back.” Kakashi nudged Obito. “I’ve told you that and I’m being serious.” Kakahi forced Obito to look him in the eye, “I couldn’t do all this without you.”

“Do what?” Obito huffed.

Kakashi shrugged, looking out at the bay. “All of it.

“Live.”

Obito’s voice got caught in his throat, “Don’t be-”

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you.” Kakashi said seriously. “You’ve saved my ass more than once.” He smiled softly. “And if I hadn’t got hit by that bus that day instead of you?”

If I hadn’t sent you overseas…

“I’m happy for the time I had there, but I would rather be here. With you.” He shrugged, “And it wouldn’t be fair for me to have stayed and Minato-sensei to stay here.”

Obito made a note of that. “But would you have been content? Happy? If you stayed there?”

“I would have missed you every day.” Kakashi said immediately. He shrugged, “But I’m sure I would have made it work.”

“Yeah, by cozying up with that girl.”

Kakashi laughed, shaking his head, “Yeah.”

Obito sobered. “Yeah?”

Kakashi grinned, “She was very pretty.”

“I thought you told Rin you liked her because she was smart?”

Kakashi’s smile morphed, “I liked her for every reason.”

That ugly something welled up in Obito’s stomach. But he knew what he had to do. Obito looked back out at the bay. “I’m happy for you.

“Being in love is awesome!” He said honestly. “I’m happy you get to share that with someone.” Obito nodded to himself as he watched his daughter come running towards them, “What we have is great. But that…’girl love’...” he nodded, his chest warming, “that’s something entirely different.” 

Kakashi hummed, “I’m going to tell Rin you called it ‘girl love.’

“She’s going to make fun of you.”

Obito growled as Kakashi moved forward. Isuzu let out a squeal and took off in a full sprint towards Kakashi.

He caught her with ease and tossed her in the air.

Obito’s phone pinged. Before he looked down to see Rin’s text, he snapped a picture of his daughter with his brother, Shibuya in the background. 

He blinked the tears back. He’d need to get that picture developed so the idiot could have it after we went back overseas.

“Come on, you two.” Obito exhaled through his nose, willing his voice to stay calm. “Time to say good bye to Uncle Kashi!

“It’s time we all went home.”