#obito x oc

[immoralimmortals]

I felt bad for not including these two, so I added a fifth season, outside of time and only in her dreams

[kankuroplease]

Christmas gift for @foolishk ! She’s very sweet and I love hearing about Kaiya + I love Obito’s goofball self, so them together are a great duo 🖤

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19 kissing their injuries / ObiKai for @foolishk <3 eheheh

Kaiya shivered in the sunlight, batting her eyes against it. It felt like an entire lifetime had passed since she'd last tilted her face toward the sky to enjoy the sun's warmth.

The chirping of birds felt loud enough to shatter glass, the wind like it might be strong enough to pull her apart.

At least then she wouldn't have to feel the ragged tug of shackles against her wrists as the two ANBU guards who flanked her led her through the village.

"Where are we going?" she asked again.

No answer. Same as last time.

She didn't mind, really. Being outside was a vast improvement over the quarters she'd been given in the bowels of T&I, with a dirt floor and a flimsy futon directly next to the toilet built into the wall.

Kaiya wondered what she would be doing in her Tsukuyomi dream if she'd been allowed to enjoy Obito's perfect world as she'd always wanted.

She noticed they were reaching the edge of the village and panic rose in Kaiya's throat. Her arms tensed as she turned to each of the ANBU and asked again, "Please, where are you taking me?"

The only answer was silence and one sharp tug from the ANBU on her right, who wore a mask that looked more like a frog than anything, though hardly that.

Kaiya's lower lip trembled and she bit down hard on it to stiffle the wobbly sob that crawled its way out of her chest. She trained her eyes on the ground, watching her sandaled feet as they scraped their way through the dry Konoha dirt.

If this was an execution, surely there would be more people, right?

Despite knowing that, she couldn't bring herself to look where she was going and Kaiya didn't look up again until the ANBU escorting her finally came to a halt. She stumbled a little, but managed to remain upright despite the sharp tug of the shackles when she took one too many steps.

When she glanced ahead, it was to find a small, squat building and the Sixth Hokage standing before the door.

Kakashi looked strange in the flowing white robes of his new position, but Kaiya could not help but smile in return when she saw the way his eyes creased at the corners.

Kakashi had always been so kind. She was certain that without him, without the power he wielded within the village, she would not have survived this long.

"Good morning," he said, walking toward her. "How are you feeling?"

Kaiya shook her wrists in their restraints in answer.

"Yes, well," Kakashi gestured for the ANBU to release her and they did so after only a brief hesitation.

As if Kaiya could overpower them. Especially with Kakashi there. The thought was so ludicrous she almost laughed.

"Come," Kakashi said once she'd rolled her newly-freed wrists, and Kaiya followed him to the door of the building. He paused, hand on the knob, as he whispered, "If it were up to only me, things would be different. But this was a compromise I was able to come to with the Elders."

Kaiya didn't know what waited for her beyond the door, but if Kakashi was here, she could trust it would be better than what she was leaving behind.

"Thank you," she whispered, trying not to cry in the face of his kindness.

With a nod, Kakashi opened the door and gestured for her to step inside. "There will be ANBU guards outside twenty-four-seven," he said, "but I've instructed them not to intrude unless it's a matter of life or death."

Kaiya stared at him, eyes watery, and nodded.

"Welcome home, Kaiya," Kakashi said, offering her another smile as he pulled the door closed. She stared at the wood grain, following the intricate patterns with her eyes. When she reached out to touch it, she could feel the thrum of powerful fuinjutsu, likely seals which had been placed there to keep her inside.

"It's a lovely prison they've given us, isn't it?"

Kaiya turned so fast she tripped, smashing her hip against a table as she caught herself.

But that voice--his voice--she couldn't possibly...

When one strong hand circled her bicep, Kaiya looked up and felt relief break over her like a wave.

Obito Uchiha stared down at her, irritation plain on his face, but eyes swimming with concern. With longing, even.

Kaiya threw herself into his arms, relieved tears finally freeing themselves over the dam of her lashes. She whispered his name over and over as he tried to soothe her sudden outburst. He ran one hand over her long, tangled hair, and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.

"It's been so long," she said through the bubbling sound of a sob. She couldn't quite articulate the rest. The I thought I'd never see you again, but it was there in her desperate grasp, in the way she shook in his embrace.

Obito led her through the little house, guided her down to the bed so he could hold her more comfortably as she cried. He didn't flinch when her tears soaked his shirt, didn't push her away when she clawed her way closer, like she was trying to fold their bodies together until they were one being.

"It's okay," he said softly, "I'm here."

Kaiya didn't know how long it took for her tears to finally subside, for air to move easily in and out of her lungs again rather than in sharp, too-shallow rasps.

She leaned up so she could look down at Obito, all the grief and fear mingling with relief and love until she was some amalgam of them all--relieved and afraid and desperately happy despite her lingering unease.

She didn't know what to say to him, and Obito didn't open his mouth, either. Instead, he reached up and tucked her long hair behind her ear, then trailed his fingers over her jaw.

"This is where you broke it, isn't it?" he asked.

Kaiya didn't like to think about it--Sayuri's rage burning in her eyes and the sharp, definitive thwack of her bo against Kaiya's cheek.

The seering pain which seemed to radiate from the damaged bone all the way to her core, burrowing in her heart as she ignored Sayuri's pleas. Her condemnation.

Kaiya leaned into Obito's touch. "The medics fixed it. My fingers, too," she added, wriggling her left hand in his face.

Something flashed in Obito's eyes, that soft part of him so few ever saw, and he drew her down, pressing his lips to the underside of her jaw, the exact spot which had bloomed purple and mottled green those first few weeks after the end of the war before Kakashi's pink-haired student had arrived to tend to her injuries.

Kaiya gasped as he sucked the skin between his teeth, then pulled away so he could drag her hand up to his mouth instead, fluttering kisses over her knuckles, her fingerprints. Two of them were still a little crooked, though it was so subtle only Kaiya noticed.

She ached with longing, overwhelmed by the tenderness of his affection.

When Obito finished, Kaiya reached out to tenderly stroke the scars along the right side of his face. And though those wounds were far from fresh, mended long ago, she leaned in and fluttered kisses over them, anyway, to remind him that she loved him, too.

Obito threaded his fingers into her hair, sighing softly at the slightest brush of her mouth. She trailed them down, over his neck to the exposed ridge of his collarbone. Her hands found their way beneath his shirt and she pushed it up, but Obito stopped her.

Kaiya was not always strong-willed. Often, she wished she had more of Sayuri or Obito in her, the ability to stand tall in the face of things, to make her voice heard.

Now, she drew on all that courage she had witnessed in both of them and fixed Obito with a resolute stare.

"I want to see."

Obito hesitated only a moment before he tugged his shirt over his head. His chest, mottled with the white scars of his ordeal at Kannabi now bore new, stark reminders of the War.

Kaiya's eyes shone with fresh tears when she saw the ragged edges of the wound in his abdomen, the white spider webbing of scars over his chest.

If she concentrated only a little, she could imagine what they'd looked like before they'd healed over, before the implanted cells in Obito's body had done their job of keeping him alive.

She didn't think before she moved, leaning down to brush her lips tentatively over each mark, like she could erase the fractured scars and replace them with all the warmth of her adoration. Her deep, unceasing belief in Obito and his dreams. Her tears ran over her cheeks, wetting his skin, and she could taste the saline of them as she continued her way up his torso.

Kaitya silently mouthed the words I love you over his skin, too afraid to say the words aloud, afraid maybe this was all part of a dream, still. That she'd reawaken in her nightmare cell underground, where there was no sunshine and no birdsong and no Obito.

They didn't talk much the rest of the day, content to lie in one another's arms, like if they let go all of this would disappear. Occasionally, Obito would comb his fingers through Kaiya's hair or she would trace idle patterns over his bare chest and arms.

Maybe she really was in the Infinite Tsukuyomi.

Eventually, Kaiya drifted to sleep as the sun began to set, the soundtrack of a song birds and Obito's breathing still loud in her ears.

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Chapter 29 is posted!!

new chapter of unbroken bonds is posted!! <3 I hope you love it!! I am taking requests rn <3

[uchihashisuii]

at the end of all things. | Obito/OFC

Summary: The name of the person most suited to mirror your heart is scarred clear upon your skin. Sometimes, this eases the path to fate. Sometimes, it does not. | Soulmate AU

Pairing: Uchiha Obito/Nara Akari | Uchiha Shisui/Nara Akari (Past)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3336

Prompt: Any AU + Identity

Content warning for introspection and a huge character and relationship study. one instance of a non-graphic attempted suicide

Author’s Note: this is just 3k word vomit abt my oc akari for @obito-week

Ao3

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The name of the person most suited to mirror your heart is scarred clear upon your skin. Sometimes, this eases the path to fate.

Sometimes, it does not.

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A misstep, a novel indulgence of rain-soaked branches and two people crashing into one another high in the trees. Brown eyes meet black eyes and it is both the beginning and the end.

Akari meets Shisui, and things slot easily into place.

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They're young, yet not unburdened. Soul marks are a flight of fancy, not something one such as a shinobi needs fret over. A fairy tale, a warning. Shisui teaches her there is more to life than her black-and-white existence as a weapon for ROOT, and Akari knows there cannot possibly be another out there more suited for her hidden heart.

There is danger in their lives, blood and fear and no room for anything other than village. And yet -

And yet.

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Akari and Shisui grow together, fumbling hands of nervous teenagers discovering a budding love and affection. There comes the day when both anticipate and yet dread the appearance of their soul marks - what do they do if it isn't each other?

What do they do if it is?

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When her name does come, it curves over the jagged scars against the side of her throat. An almost delicate contrast, in thin lines and artful kanji of a name she recognizes, and yet does not.

Horror blooms bright on Akari's tongue as she traces the rounded edge of the first character with the tip of a trembling finger, sitting right above her pulse-point. It almost seems to chase her touch, this familiar-yet-not name, her heart skipping a beat as her lips part, forming the name of the one she is destined to love.

 Uchiha Obito

She covers it with her palm. Her hand does not move until she pulls on a high-collared shirt, and runs with feet as quick as wings to the Uchiha compound.

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Mikoto is quick to school her incredulity into the gentle and encouraging smile of a supportive mother. She reads the name on Akari's tender neck, reads it once more, and reads it again. Shares a look with Fugaku; impossible the word that wavers on the tip of her tongue. Death parts everyone, and when it happens the names left behind fade on skin until there is naught but an old and silver scar of a promise once kept.

If she tilts her head and squints, it does indeed look as though the kanji for Obito is fading away, lighter than the rest. Mikoto feels her heart begin to ache at the thought; a little girl bearing the burden of a name most have forgotten, a name of a child's sacrifice lost to history, embedded in the memorial stone and the mournful remembrance of friends.

Akari's whisper is barely a breath, vulnerability palpable as the fifteen-year-old bites down her sadness, her shame. "Take it away."

Ah, Mikoto sighs, and kneels before the young girl, holding her small hands between both of her own. It is not a thing to be taken, not by anyone; not by jutsu or blade or fire. To cut it away will bring it back in another place; to mar it with ink will change its shape for maybe a day.

"I want to choose for myself," Akari murmurs into the silence, steeling her resolve and lifting her chin, challenging fate with hardened eyes and clenched fists. She had chosen, already; heart belonging utterly to Shisui, and unable to accept the fact that whatever force had cursed mortals with knowledge of their soulmate had decreed him unworthy of her heart. Shisui is hers as much as she is his, and nothing will tear them apart.

Mikoto feels her mouth quirk into a small smile, nodding her head as she squeezes Akari's hands, and tells her the truth: that there is always a choice.

She is still smiling, albeit sadly, when she imparts the other facet of truth: that she only knows of one person with that name, and he has been gone from them for too long. Taken from them in an act of selflessness, gone in the name of kindness and friendship and something almost like cruelty. Children deserve to live, not fight wars.

Akari blinks wide brown eyes up at her, small and guarded heart already beginning to tighten. She grieves anew that her name is lost to most - only immortalized in stone and the mournful memories of those who called him a friend.

If nothing else, Uchiha Obito will have her. She is Shisui's as much as he is hers, in differing facets of love and connection. She doesn't need the gentle encouragement from Mikoto to remember that Itachi is hers, too; a different love but love all the same. The black-eyed Uchihas who had welcomed Akari with open arms and minds, who had helped along the path to learning what love could mean.

And now, young and nearly afraid, oddly grieved and chest heavy from a distant sadness - Akari resolves that she will be Obito's, too; and he will be hers. If no one else, she will remember. There is a choice, always; and she has chosen and will continue to choose who it is she loves, who she allows to be branded upon her heart as well as her skin.

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Shisui's soul mark never appeared. Not unheard of, but unusual nonetheless. A gift, perhaps; fate decrying that just as there is destiny, so too is there choice. His skin remains scarred and bruised from his tireless work as shinobi, and even without the physical manifestation of love still he wears his heart on his sleeve, openly affectionate and caring and charming and oh, Akari loves him so.

Itachi begins wearing his long hair in a low tail, soft strands falling gracefully down his back. There are a few months where he casually slips a palm to the back of his neck, as though ensuring something is covered.

Akari notices, and does not ask. Itachi offers no explanation. She gives herself no time to agonize over it, doesn't have the strength to face head-on her suspicions that he now bears Shisui's name. He loves them both, as they both love him; and nothing will tear their dynamic to shreds, not even one of them.

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She questions fate once more, when her world topples for the second time around her shoulders. The first, that day she met her other half. The second, the day he leaves her permanently.

Shisui is gone, and she is adrift. Love everlasting, even in a memory. Even in a dream.

She doesn't sleep, doesn't mourn. Pushes herself that much harder, in some misguided attempt to flee from her own shattered heart. He's gone, by his own hand, and she will be forced to confront the childish idea she'd clung to that her ill-fated love hadnt been enough to keep his hand in hers.

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Soulmates aren't worth this, surely? This ache, ever-present and digging sharp fingers into her too-full chest. A day dawns and she nearly takes a blade to the name that's followed her for just shy of ten years, jaw set and tears misting her vision. Be rid of it, be rid of the shackles and the pain and the startling lack of choice.

She'd loved Shisui, and it hadnt been enough. Because he wasn't hers, wasn't etched into her skin as he had been in her heart. The blade kisses her pulse, a sharp sting of reality that tells her she dances on the edge of something terrible.

She needs to let go. Must accept. Shisui would want her to live, and in the small and half-mad part of her subconscious she thinks Obito would want that, too. Would want suffering to end, would want life to flourish despite hardship.

The knife falls, and she doesn't even have a grave to apologize to for nearly losing herself to hysteric grief.

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Akari had wondered, more often than she'd ever admit, if she would have loved him. Uchiha Obito. Fingertips dancing over the name, where it hides beneath a high collar; she wonders if they'd have been friends. The name is faded, but not enough; a mystery that keeps her awake more often that she would care to admit. Death parts, but his name is still dark as ink amidst the tattered tangle of her scarred neck. He's not - alive, but he isn't dead, either. Does she even have the right to - to what? To hope? She hadnt known him. Would never have known him, save for fate and the gods above deciding on a whim that they were destined to entwine.

(A gift, they call the marks. A curse, others. Akari still doesn't know, tells herself she doesn't care. She'd been given the name of a dead child, and had chosen to love a different boy who would still die. It aches, deep in her bones.)

She'd gotten the odd story from Kakashi over the years, of a little boy who yearned to prove himself. Bright orange goggles perched on his nose, perpetually late because he would never say no to anyone needing a helping hand.

Together with Kakashi they mourned of opportunities and friends lost, too many to count. And Akari indulged herself in small and idle fantasies of finding a friend, of bonding with a sweet boy with a resolve to topple mountains; of kindness freely offered and a heart that she really would have liked to call her own.

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A half-dozen people have Naruto's name somewhere in their skin, with the jinchuriki's own body dusted from neck to ankle in twice as many. It takes the unending confidence and warmth of a hyper-active teenager to make Akari realize that soulmates are two hearts calling out to one another and finding a kindred spirit. It is romance, and friendship, and brotherhood, and a million differing facets of love. Bonds come in every form, multitudes of colours and shapes. Fate can be embraced, as readily as it can be ignored. She is marked with the name of a dead little boy, and still she had loved and been loved in return by a man who bore no name. She had seen soulmates come together and fall apart, had borne witness to an intrinsic bond that never once turned to anything other than familial. A woman's name belonging to an older woman who embraced her as a child. A man with two names whose hands were never empty of either. One of the Sannin, name long gone from her fair skin, only to have a new one appear nearly two decades later.

Fate is cruel as well as kind, and none can define with often fallible words just what sort of bond awaits you.

Akari sets aside romantic tales of true love and holds tight to those she'd loved and lost. She will carry Shisui, Itachi, and Obito in her heart, and offers silent prayers that they will find one another in the next life.

She has the children she looks after, the orphans who call her okasan when she isn't around to listen. She has her friends, who bolster her heart and help her to stand when she wavers. She has the love she feels for her village, her clan, and her people. They all each take up space in her heart, and Akari feels the tender and warm realization of fulfillment.

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And then once more fate decides to make her life a cruel irony. The Fourth War rages and the adrenaline and the fear give way to something far more cruel. Akari fights alongside Sai -her heart, her hope, her son- and stands tall amidst the certainty of her life and where she had decided it would go. There is always a choice. And she'd decided to break the shackles of a past filled with horror, fight free of the torture and the iron grip of Danzo. To remember those she had loved and lost, and find strength in loving again. To choose to fight for a future she has decided she will be a part of.

It still hurts, like hell most days. But still she fights. Remembers who she fights for -herself, her friends, two dead boys that linger in her heart- and stands tall amidst a threat that could take it all away in a blink.

Akari resolves not to let that happen. Tightens her fist around the pommel of Shisui's tanto, and strides toward death.

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Obito sees her, the kunoichi at Kakashi’s side, with shoulder-length brown hair that hides half her face as she swings her lithe body, leg thrown out in a side kick. The pale sash tied at her waist billows with the movement, reminiscent of a medic's apron. He's frozen, locked in a vision of a bygone age; his indiscretion allows the woman to come close enough that he can see his own panicked expression, reflected back at him in her dark eyes.

Rin, he thinks to himself, something stark and empty weighing down his chest.

The kunoichi's hair whips across her forehead as she kicks out her leg, teeth bared and dried blood smeared down her cheek. Her grin is feral, and Obito sees the clear sign of protector writ across her expression, her body language. He's too stunned to even utilize kamui, still hopelessly locked in a genjutsu of his own creation as the woman's features blur into those of his first friend, his first love. His arms move out of pure instinct as her body twists, catching her kick with his gunbai; it rattles his arm, and her eyes narrow before shoving away. Her body arcs back, landing in a low stance and pulling free her blade.

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Not the most romantic way one meets their soulmate, but Akari thinks it's all rather par for the course in the life of a shinobi. She doesn't have time to digest her own feelings on the matter; they are at war, and Kakashi is still helplessly aggrieved at her six and the fate of the world still hinges on this one night.

She can worry about the name on her neck in a few hours.

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Obito's soul mark is in the middle of his back. No matter how hard he shifts and moves he can never reach it, left only grasping at the whispered promise of what if? He can only catch glimpses of it in the mirror, fleeting and blurry and hard to read. A given name, no last name. Strange occurrence, to be sure, but - he doesn't care.

He'd never cared for it. Knew it wasn't - who he might have wanted it to be, once. Before the cave. Before Madara. Before.

It still comes as a shock when the girl he'd seen fight beside Kakashi all but shoves her tanto into the holster at the small of her back, march over to him with something unreadable in her eyes, and forcefully shove his shoulder until he turns.

He bristles, because of course he does. Rudely handled, and showing his back to an enemy. (His mind works faster than his heart, for once; are they enemy? they are not allies, not as of this moment. He's still lurching from the vertigo of a forgotten-and-remembered heart, of deciding to walk tall as Obito and not as no one. He has a name. Someone else bears his name. He's not thinking about it)

His shoulders bunch somewhere near his ears, that old petulance shining through in the pout he knows he wears. Her fingers are cold on his naked back, and Obito fights back the urge to snap at her to fuck off when he realizes she traces his name.

He's distracted by laughter. Hers, he surmises; this odd slip of a girl that pokes and prods and he lets her because what other choice is there? He's wrung out and exhausted and so much had transpired this one single night that he doesn't even have any remaining brain capacity to care that a stranger is pressing her nose against his soul mark.

"At least we match," she says between bubbles of laughter, dancing on the edge of hysteric. And Obito is mystified because - what?

"What?" He says, intelligently, voice more gruff and tone more annoyed that he'd intended. But -point of order- they're still in the middle of a battlefield, threat to entirety of the shinobi world still looming large despite his choice to turncoat and remember who he once was.

Curiosity wills out, and he turns. Meets her eye. Hands wringing together, dirt and bruises across her face. Up close, she looks nothing like Rin - but that stubborn, warm and open fire in her eyes. She's - familiar isnt the right word. He'd never met her, had maybe seen her once or twice during his reconnaissance in Konoha before the outbreak of the war. Just another shinobi, just another nameless blade.

She lifts a hand and he tenses, ready for a fight, as instinctive as breathing. They are allied for only a moment, and he isn't sure if he had been the one to bring the knife down on those she loved.

But she only hooks a finger into the hem of her shirt, yanking down the high collar and exposing her throat to him. Head tilted to the side, flush of red colouring her cheeks, she says not a word.

He sucks in a breath, brows furrowed in incredulity. It isn't difficult to make out, over the dappled skin. For a moment he thinks she mocks him, the scarred skin so reminiscent of his own. But - he sees it. Clear as day. His name, staring him in the face from the tender neck of someone he'd tried to kill.

He's found miss no-last-name. At the end of all things. And then he's laughing with her.

To be intrinsically tied to him? Him? He almost apologizes to her for the inconvenience.

They share the same hysterics, the sheer irony of fate. For a moment, he thinks she looks lovely when she laughs.

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The sky bleeds red, and Akari dreams. Or had she been dreaming? At last, at last - fate defies all odds once again. She meets Obito and he's an ass but he's kind, too, in this last hour since he'd decided to fix what he'd wrought. He was witty and strong and he'd helped her stand when she'd nearly buckled from being overwhelmed. A hand reaching out, tentative and very nearly hopeful. When this is - over, can we talk?

Yes. Of course. She had smiled through the daze, and promised him a conversation.

And now she dreams. Of Obito, of Shisui. Of all she'd lost and found and hoped for, all of it bleeding together into one simple weaving of her heart's desire. Happiness, of those around her. And if there's some left over, then, well. Maybe some for her, too.

(In her dream, she is laughing. There are no names, there is only warmth.)

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Akari wakes, and the world is quiet. For a moment, panic seizes her chest. They had lost, and everyone is -

A steadying breath, and then another. Her eyes slowly open, and in the far distance she can see the sun begin to crest over the horizon. Much closer, Obito sits at her side, in silent vigil. She's - disoriented. Touched, nervous, excited. Definitely just disoriented.

"Hey," she whispers into the gloom of morning, throat burning and skull pounding from the effort of clinging to consciousness. She'll not let herself miss this moment, this calm between storms. Things are quiet, and he is here, and she's going to allow herself to be happy for that.

"Hey," Obito says back, something tentative in the way he turns towards her. Almost shy, with his hunched shoulders and wringing hands. But still he smiles, very nearly teasing, and offers his hand for her to stand. "Miss no-last-name."

Her neck burns, her name beckons. Akari smiles, and takes his hand.

[wind-becomes-lightning]

So I didn't request anything for a while so... I thought maybe some Obito x reader? Or if you really really really really want... Maybe my OC, Nariko x Obito? 👀

I leave the genre for you, whatever you have an inspiration for. Whatever hits you 😘

And happy bday, in advance this time ;)

my dear!! Thank you for sending such a nice request! I enjoyed writing for those two very much and pretty much had an idea from the beginning. I love your little girl and her grumpy bulky man so much, she is so much fun <3 <3 I hope this is alright!

Uchiha Obito x OC

warning: this includes a panic attack.

2308 words.

Post war Obito is living like a hermit in Nariko's apartment, too afraid to go out and face other humans. Nariko likes that as it stops her from worrying. One day, however, she comes home and Obito is not there.

After the war had ended and Obito Uchiha had miraculously survived, Nariko took him in. She didn’t have much, just recently dismissed from her ANBU position as someone who was too close to a declared war criminal, but it was alright for the both of them. Neither of them knew yet how to make this relationship-thing  work and Obito needed a lot of help, too much had happened to him in his past, too many things were also happening to him in the present, with people speaking in hushed tones when he came by or went anywhere.

His prison sentence had been brief, maybe shorter than he would have gotten if the hokage didn’t happen to be his best friend, and right after that he only went out at Nariko's side, when she specifically asked him to, otherwise he stayed inside. There were demons haunting him still, obviously and there was nobody there to cure him of it, least of all Nariko, even though she loved him, that could not heal all his wounds. Kakashi came by too, of course, long talks between the former best friends, but it could only soothe Obito’s soul so much. He stayed inside if he could, the world was shut outside.

When Kakashi was visiting he often joked about how cramped Nariko must feel with Obito by her side every second of every day. “It might be fine for a while as long as you are still head over heels”, he laughed a little, “but soon you’ll possibly be annoyed by him being around.” She laughed with him, quietly, but the reality was very different. Nariko was glad Obito was always around, she wanted to know him safe and sound always within her reach. She loved that she came home with groceries and he was already there.

Because Obito was not the only one battling demons in their relationship, Nariko had a few of her own hot on her heels. Years of ANBU work had left her souls scarred just as much as the other ANBU members she was friends with and Kakashi would have probably understood that if she’d told him, but more so than that Nariko had loved and lost before. And she was terrified of a repeat. Another partner dead in front of her eyes, another ten years of wounds that were without healing. She was sure she couldn’t survive the pain again, not with Obito, not with the way they were around each other.

So she cherished the fact that when she woke up he was right there, by her side, each time. NIghtmares couldn’t scare her because no matter where she went or how long, Obito was there when she came back. I stayed at home, in safety, away from the world that could cause him harm, that could take him away from Nariko and she liked that, as wrong as it was obviously. Kakashi was right, Obito needed to start living again, but he could take his time, at least in Nariko’s eyes.

Weeks passed without Obito ever taking a step outside. His many tries early on at Nariko’s side had left him anxious and nervous, so he stayed back in the dark shaded apartment. He was ashamed and worried about other people in Konoha, he assumed, not without reason, that they’d point and talk about him behind his back. Nariko knew it to be true, she could hear them talk behind her back too. Not that she cared. Old people didn’t matter. 

But gradually Obito improved, laughing more, being awake more, he freely talked about his time in Akatsuki now, even joked about it. When Kakashi came by, the friends were now spending hours together reminiscing with Nariko just sitting with her head leaned against Obito’s legs and listening. He was getting better and she was happy to see him getting better. Still, there was this lingering fear that she could not shake. In time, he’d get so much better than he’d want to go outside. Maybe with her at first again, but then alone. The outside brought the danger back into their relationship and though Nariko kept the anxiety pushed to the back of her mind, it was still there.

One day then, about half a year after Obito’s release from prison, Nariko came home to find the apartment empty. She had told Obito in the morning that she was going to run some errands and be back by dinner time, he’d kissed her and seemed in an especially good mood. After getting a small mission done - someone needed to pay the bills after all- she had rushed back home to him and noticed right away when she opened the doors that he wasn’t there. No shoes in the hallway where they had been for months. No jacket on the hanger. 

She dropped her bag and jumped forward without taking her own shoes off. Her apartment wasn’t big, it wasn’t hard to see that Obito wasn’t there. “Obito”, she called for him and ran a circle around the couch as if he was hiding behind it, which he wasn’t. “Obito!” She felt the panic lick at her neck like a flame and hurried from the kitchen into the small bathroom, he wasn’t there. There was only the bedroom left. She walked over slowly, mumbling his name over and over again as if that would change anything. Deep in her mind she already knew he wasn’t home, she had known since she had entered.

The bedroom was empty. The bedsheets were as messy as they had been in the morning and there was still the tea cup of the tea she had brought Obito in the morning. Before she could think better of it she let herself fall to her knees and looked under the bed, which was ridiculous of course, Obito wasn’t there either. He wasn’t hiding in the closet or behind it or on top of, of course he wasn’t. He was not there. She ran back into the kitchen to check if he had left a note, he had not. The scenery before her eyes started spinning.

Before she could help it the memories flooded in. A dead body, blood, a sharp pain in her chest. She could feel it again, now, in her chest, as if she was there. She grabbed her hand and noticed how it was shaking, her whole body was shaking. Where had Obito gone? Had he left her.. forever? Her legs were too shaky to carry her longer so she staggered back to fall on her couch. Nariko’s heart was beating a loud, fast drum in her ears and she felt hot and too cold at the same time. She knew what it was instantly, she’d seen it too much on other colleagues during her time in ANBU. Panic had grabbed her and was putting her to the brink of passing out.

Shallow breath, shaking hands, sweat on her forehead and the eyes burning and spinning. She grabbed her own heart as it was aching, she gasped for air and then when the moment came in which she was sure she would drown any minute now, that was when the door opened again and Obito walked in, carrying two large shopping bags. When he saw her laying on the couch holding her chest the way she did, his face turned white almost immediately.

He dropped what he was holding and was with her in a matter of seconds. “Nariko”, he touched her cheek and she could feel him, but the panic was still ruling her body so she couldn’t force her eyes to open clear enough. “What is going on?” He seemed helpless, moving to entwine his fingers with hers to press her hand in support. She could not speak or reply to him, her eyes pressed shut again to keep spinning away. Apparently unhappy with just watching, Obito wrapped his free hand around her shoulders and pulled her into him, pressing her shaking body against his sturdy one. Kisses against her cheek and hair. “I’m here.” The expression broke her flood gates.

It was curious really, how much panic could have you in its grasp and how just crying could loosen it up immediately. Nariko cried a waterfall into Obito’s shirt, crawling herself into the fabric as if it was the lifeline to bring her back to reality. He was here, it was reality. He was right here, his arms warm and protective, his voice soft and loving, his face beautiful and alive. He was here, he’d never left, everything was alright. Obito just held her through her sobs, he didn’t even ask again, just pressing her body as close to his as he could.

Finally, her shaking stilled and she could wipe the tears away. With a few deep breaths Nariko felt like herself again. “I’m sorry,” she said weakly to Obito, too embarrassed by her outburst to look into his eyes. “You shouldn’t have needed to see this.”

“On the contrary, I’m really glad I did.” As always when Obito was speaking, all of the words out of his mouth sounded truthful. Even when he’d been a criminal his intentions had been his truth, as misguided as they were. Nariko had always kind of liked that about him, even if she shouldn’t. “I didn’t know you could get panic attacks like that and I think I should know.”

She wanted to argue, tell him that she had it under control, but it was clear that she hadn’t. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Obito watch her and the question he wanted to ask was written all over his face. He took another minute to get himself to finally say it: “What triggered this?” Quickly he added: “If I know the trigger we can try to avoid it next time” as if to excuse his prying into her private issues.

“You” she said, voice still weak. His eyes went wide. “More so..that you weren’t here when I got back.” And then the words just poured out of her, the story she had never found the strength to tell him about. How a love previously had left her broken (she added the words “beyond repair”) and how it had taken her ages to get over it all. How she’d been glad he’d been inside her apartment at all times because it was a space she could control., that was safe and how the reaction came about when she noticed he wasn’t home without leaving a note.

When she was done Obito had his eyes wide open, one hand going through his hair. “Shit” he muttered under his breath. “If I had known…”

“It’s not your fault.” Nariko pressed his hand. 

“It is!” He lifted her hand up to press it against his cheek. “I - I just wanted to go out and buy some things for dinner. I thought I would surprise you, but I haven’t been out in so long that I got lost - Konoha really expanded quickly!- and so it took me way too long. I should have seen this coming, I should have left a note. I’m sorry, I promise it won’t happen again.”

She needed all her best mental strength not to start crying again. He’d wanted to do something good for her, that was all, he hadn’t meant to cause her so much turmoil, of course he hadn’t. If only she’d kept her usual calm and collected mind instead of being taken over by the panic. She bit her lower lip and looked away in embarrassment, but Obito softly tipped her cheek with his pointer finger so they could look at each other again.

“I love you”, he said without blinking, which left her speechless. It wasn’t the first time Obito told her that, but it had not lost any of its magic on Nariko. “From the moment I met you I felt like I’ve known you for years already, that you and I spent a million different lives in a million different worlds by each other’s side and always loved one another. I knew that I needed to be with you, no matter how difficult that could get. You took me in, you loved me when I was nothing but a ghost of myself and for the last months you’ve taken care of me like I wasn’t just a burden..”

Nariko interjected “You weren’t-” but Obito continued.

“I will never leave you. Never, not until we are old and time has run its course. When we are both too tired to get up in the morning and complain about young people. When technology passes us by. Until then I’ll be by your side. Now that I have you I will not let this world allow it to take you away from me, or me from you. I will never leave, I promise you this.”

“I don’t think you can promise such a thing..” There they were again, the tears burning in the side of her eyes.

“I promise.” Obito repeated and the look in his eyes showed her that he was serious about it. She couldn’t help himself, she leaned forward and kissed him, throwing both her hands around his neck to draw him in, closer to where she was, where he was always supposed to be.

His words were hard to believe in her messed up mind, but she wanted to. “I believe you”, she said, eyes shining at Obito. “I want to believe you at least.” He beamed and kissed her nose. Her eyes wandered to the shopping bags and back. “But please, next time you go away without telling me, at least leave a note, for my mental health’s sake.”

Obito leaned forward again to kiss her. “That is included in my promise.”

[amikotsu]

Chapters: 116/? Fandom: Naruto Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Original Female Character(s), Uchiha Obito/Original Female Character(s), Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Obito/Original Character(s), Hatake Kakashi & Original Female Character(s), Uchiha Obito & Original Female Character(s), Hatake Kakashi/Nohara Rin/Uchiha Obito, Hatake Kakashi & Uchiha Obito, Hatake Kakashi & Nohara Rin, Hatake Kakashi & Nohara Rin & Uchiha Obito Characters: Original Female Character(s), Hatake Kakashi, Uchiha Obito, Uchiha Itachi, Kakuzu (Naruto), Nagato | Pain, Konan (Naruto), Kazahana Dotou, Yamato | Tenzou, Uzuki Yuugao, Gengo (Naruto), Kirisaki, Oyashiro En, Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: rare pair week, Polyamory, Tumblr Prompt, Rough Sex, Choking, Kinks, Murder, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Patricide, Matricide, Uchiha Massacre, Abandonment, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Stalking, Stockholm Syndrome, Denial of Feelings, Domestic Violence, Arson, one bed trope, Anbu Hatake Kakashi, Hatake Kakashi Has Issues, BAMF Uchiha Obito, Uchiha Obito Needs a Hug, Hatake Kakashi Needs a Hug, Hatake Kakashi Needs Help, Betrayal, Mutual Pining, Lovers To Enemies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Happy Ending, Angst and Fluff and Smut, TOBI IS A GOOD BOY, Kakashi Bingo (Naruto), OT3, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Human Trafficking Summary:

I wasn't born to be soft and quiet. I was born to make the world shatter and shake at my fingertips.

There was nothing soft or romantic about the way his hand closed around her throat. The high was dizzying, everything she chased when she was with him. He was aggressive, dominating, and selfish with her, things she liked most about him. Behind closed doors, in the shadows of her dark loft, he was different with her. Falling in love was far from her mind. That wasn't part of the agreement.

[orphicidiot09]

A mini Obito Uchiha x oc drabble

Warnings: mention of anxiety attacks

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In a small orphanage somewhere in the corner a little girl not more than 5 or 6 was sitting clutching to a small piece of shredded scarf to her chest, silently sobbing with her head between her knees.

"Hey are you ok?!"

A loud voice startled her. Slowly looking up she saw a boy around her age with black hair and onyx eyes.A purple scarf was wrapped around his neck, a pair of orange glasses on his forehead.

"Y-yes i-im fine"

"Then why are you crying."

I-I'm not c-crying"

Her cheeks heat up with embarrassment, quickly wiping her tears, she asked in a small voice

"W-Why are you h-here, M-Miss Yua told e-everyone to go back to t-their r-rooms already"

"Huh, I can ask you the same"

Pouting at his response she just turned her head head away

"Hey don't hmph me, what's your name?"

"I-Itsuk-ki Aya.."

"Oh I'm Uchiha Obito, and I'm gonna be a great Hokage some day"

A small smile formed on her face on hearing his enthusiastic response

"I w-will be l-looking forward f-for that d-day t-then"

A wide grin etched up on Obito's face

This was the first time someone of his age group did not make fun of him. Only the third Hokage or sometimes when the that grumpy Uchiha Guy and his wife would come they'd tell him that anyone can become the Hokage if they work hard for it.

"YAtaa Let's be friends Aya chann :))"

"F-Friends?"

This was the first time someone kept the patience to talk to the girl, usually people would turn away when she wasn't able to keep up the conversation. You see the girl had Anthropophobia, it wasn't serious but it sure did contribute to her shy nature. She'd always stutter and stumble upon her words and embarrass herself in front of others.

"Now when we are friends, tell me why were you crying

"I-I don't w-want to attend t-the a-academy t-tomorrow"

Ah yes the Konoha academy was starting from tomorrow. Aya did not want to attend the academy not because she didn't want to be a shinobi her social anxiety was a big negative factor behind this. The mere thought of facing so many new people gave her mini anxiety attacks.

The sad truth was she didn't really have a choice, there was a tension between all the nations and the third ninja world war was sure to be declared in the future

Orphan kids like her who had no one to seek shelter or protection from, were raised as war kids, trained to kill and die like some mere pawns.

She was definitely not ready for this.

"E-Eh?!, isn't that exciting we'll finally be ninja and I'll be one step closer to become a Hokage."

"B-But I don't l-like p-people....I d-don't w-want to b-be a sh-shinobi", she said in a small and meek voice

Oh

Obito may not be best in academics but the harsh treatment he received from the people around him sure did him teach him about the cruel world and it's ways more than a six year old should know. Everything was clear to him now, this girl was just like him in a way or another.

The girl just looked down, avoiding his eyes, she looked ashamed of herself?.Her eyes widened when she felt something warm being wrapped around her shoulders and face.

A scarf, but why?

She silently questioned.

"Here now this scarf will be a mark of our friendship Aya chan and don't worry I'll be by your side all the time, I promise"

A sheepish grin on his face, he didn't even realise when his cheeks started to heat up.

The girl on the under hand could not help but pull the scarf closer to her and cry silently, luckily Obito didn't miss the small smile that formed on her face. She was not alone now. She felt pure ecstasy for the first time.

And that's when the stars aligned and the fate set their story in place

Sorry if it's cringe. If you like it leave a heart.

[unicorinspace]

Tender

The apartment is cold by the time Kida enters, the bed rolls neatly tucked in the closet and a fine layer of musty dust over the table. Had she really been gone a month again? It’s hard to believe, despite how her footsteps leave tracks across the room. Maybe it was time to start renting on a flexible basis, she thinks as she turns up the thermostat and throws her bag in the corner.

She opens a window, breathing in the smell of the dark rain. The sound of it fills the lonely apartment, and she suddenly feels sleepy. The thought of sleeping under shelter and in a bed is tempting, but Kida is covered from head to toe in grime. There’s also a nasty cut on her back that needs tending. 

With a sigh, she turns from the window and lets her mind wander as she sets about her routine. Clothes are thrown in a hamper to be washed later while she lets the shower heat up. A bath would be nice, but the temptation to fall asleep would be too great.

She starts to feel more human and energized as the dirt washes away, bruises and little cuts revealing themselves as she works. Most of them are half-healed, cuts scabbed up and bruises already yellowed. If she’s lucky, a good week of rest would  be great. 

She smells lightly of lavender by the time she’s done, eyelids drooping and exhaustion slowly creeping back. Just a little longer, she tells herself.

The cut on her back still oozes, staining the towel as she sits in front of the tall mirror in the main room. She twists and turns, but no matter what she does, she can’t reach by herself. The cut would eventually stop, but to let it ooze and fester was a mistake.

“You’re a terrible contortionist.”

Kida only starts a little, aborting her lunge to her bag halfway through when her tired brain realizes who it is.

“I’ve been home less than an hour, you could at least let me get a night’s sleep,” she grumbles. He only shrugs as she deflates, the tiredness spreading all over her body. She wants nothing but to sleep.

“What did you find?” He wastes no time, either impatient or aware of Kids’s fading strength. 

“A few things. I tailed that terrorist, Deidara, and he nearly caught me. He’s dangerous, but he’s young and stupid. Easy to recruit.” 

“I’ll pass it on to the others. Your other objective?”

“I found the artifact but I won’t make any guarantees. I almost died getting it and haven’t had time to confirm if it’s the real thing,” Kida gestures to her bag. He digs through it to find a battered set of scrolls, still wound tight with seals.

“Perfect. We can use these for the sealing ritual. Take a week to recover, then I’ll have another job for you,” he says curtly, pocketing the scrolls. He’s halfway to the window when he stops, mask just barely glinting in the soft moonlight as he looks back at Kida. She turns to look at him, one brow raising in question.

“What?”

“Turn around. I’ll sew that wound up.”

His hands are cold against her skin as he works, cleaning up the gash with alcohol soaked pads and spreading a numbing solution around the wound. The needle hardly stings as he weaves it through her skin, pulling the sides tight and tying it off with a secure knot. She’s dozing by the time he’s done, chin resting on her chest and breath coming out in soft puffs.

“Your back is going to hurt if you sleep here,” he rouses her with a shake, and Kida only groans.

“Ugh. But I’m comfortable,” she whines but she lifts her head. He helps her pull out a bedroll and set it up, puffing up the blankets and pillows.

He waits until Kida is curled up and asleep, her back to him. He pauses, watching as her shoulder rises and falls with every breath.

He leaves the window open after he leaves, letting the sound of rain cover the sound of his departure.

[immoralimmortals]

Sickness has taken over me, giving me the courage to ask you out. Since There probly isn’t going to be a tobi chapter for a while, so I’m asking maybe for a Takara and tobi interactions ? Or headcannon or thoughts or him…oh idk yeaaa

Oh no! Alas, it is true. I am going to be on vacation with my family in another state, so I won't be writing as much as usual. Here is some Tobi and Takara to satiate you and ease your ills.

A man with gloved hands places them in between his stretched legs, orange mask tilted up to the stars. The emotion he's meant to evoke, the performer realizes, is fascination. As carefully as she can, she walks up. "Hi, Tobi."

Not carefully enough. As she speaks, the man loses his balance on the edge of the rooftop, beginning to flail and shriek. "Ah! AH!"

"TOBI!"

A grasp around his wrist appears to save the masked clown from certain demise. The woman attempts to catch her breath, best as she can while leveraging the weight of her body against the weight of his as he tilts over the edge. His scarf waves in the wind, and from a distance, it looks like they're in the middle of dance. If it wasn't so terrifying, it'd be beautiful.

...For the performer, at least. Obito is drinking every inch of her in.

But the game must continue, the facade of clumsiness cannot yet end. As such, he ends the moment by falling into her, clasping hands between their chests. He gives an "oof" with the impact, seeming to resist ever so slightly as in her panic she pulls him a bit further from the edge. "Oh geez--" she apologizes, but that isn't necessary so the clown happy to be in her circus jolts his head up so a black hole matches level with her face.

"Takara-chan!" he sings in delight, despite nearly dying. She's only slightly relieved; it'd be nice if he could be a bit more self-preserving. But that's a bit of a pot calling a kettle black, being a "ghost" and all. "Whatcha doin' out here?!"

"...You invited me here!" she responds in surprise, a bit of a confused giggle bubbling on the back of her tongue. "Remember?!"

"Oh yeah...!" Tobi recalls from all of ten minutes ago.

"So..." Oh, how cutely she tilts her head, he thinks; it even lets the starlight shine in her gaze like diamonds. "What's up?"

"What's UP?!" He sounds nearly aghast; it's good that he's already holding her, as now *she* would be the one tripping with the abruptness. Indeed, she couldn't move if she tried, the way he's started to hold her shoulders, look at her somehow, without expression yet with great urgency. "Just LOOK!"

A point to the sky with the full extent of his right arm, straight over his shoulder and towards where he was looking before being spooked. The performer squints, a touch of wind playing with the lace of her nightgown, and for a second he has doubts if she'll notice the obvious...

...But the good girl she is, so she does.

"...Oh," she coos, soft and under the tongue. "The moon is full."

"That's right!" Tobi answers proudly.

"You wanted me to see the moon?"

"Yes!"

And Obito loves-- how deeply he loves-- the way she smiles. It's a familiarity from times so far in the past that it feels new every time he sees it. Yes, this was meant to be. Him...her...and the majesty of the full moon. The three of them, together, they can save the world.

They sit on the edge of the rooftop once again, and he ponders cyclically-- over and over and over again-- if now is the time. Is now the time for her to know? He reaches to hold her hand and studies the way it feels through the fabric of his glove. The skin beneath yearns, and he once again imagines what it would feel like to really, truly, hold her fingers between his.

She holds it back all the same. She knows Tobi isn't who he says he is...but she knows who he wants her to think is behind the mask. That's more than most people will afford you.

"...May I ask you something?" he whispers. A confused hum and a blink turn to him. "Mm...? Yeah, sure."

"If you could change anything...would you do it?"

What a strange way to word that question. "You mean...what I'd change?" But he shakes his head.

"No...Takara-chan...--" he begins, dipping his face ever so slightly to convey deep thought. "I think we all want things to change." Before she can address that contradiction, he continues. "...But no one considers the consequences. To change things...often means to change yourself. For good. And for worse."

And so minutely, the spiral tilts a bit higher; the performer knows this means he is looking straight into her soul.

"So would you? Would you do that sort of thing...no matter what?"

To his approval, she doesn't even hesitate.

"I mean...yeah. Some things are worth changing yourself for. Right?"

And with the moon as his witness, Obito is affirmed again that if anyone could understand him, it'd be her. He doesn't give himself that night, but he's never been so close. He squeezes her hand tight and looks back up to the stars she came from. Everything is nearly as it should be.

"Right," Tobi says in his place.

[ladle-hime]

Missed baby’s birthday on the 10th but here is a suitable winter pic I haven’t posted on here.

I commissioned this by artist pandobun. ☺️

[pinkrelish]

hiiii im not sure if u will be comfortable doing this bc this is not the usual fic or writing request u said u'll be able to take - but just curious, do u have specific songs or a playlist that u relate to obito? doesnt have to describe him or have the same vibe as him, but songs that once u hear makes u immediately think of him?

ALSO EXCITED FOR WHATEVER UR GONNA COME UP WITH FOR THE 10TH!!!

oh lordt this is about to sound so unhinged. thank you for sending this & i'm so excited to post tomorrow's story you have no idea!!

I don't have Spotify or anything for playlists, but I do visualize scenes to music to inspire that chest-aching, throat-closing, skin-tingling sensation of wholly requited love overtaking the body when, at last, we have the scene of two people succumbing to the need of physical touch.

↳ Obito x Reader

It's not a coincidence almost all my fics take place during winter. Obito is like the snow, to me. From gentle flakes drifting through the wind, to the icy sting striking your cheeks, to the natural disaster rendering you hopeless. I gravitate to swells of music that invoke that feeling.

The Planets (Mercury) by Gustav Holst

The Planets (Uranus) by Gustav Holst

The Nutcracker (Waltz of the Snowflakes) by Tchaikovsky

The Sunreavers (World of Warcraft)

The Nipplegong by Macha

Citadel on a Satellite by SLIFT

↳ Obito x OCs

Couldn't help but include my OC girlies. These lyrics speak for all of them so truly, it hurts:

Baby I Don't Know Oh Oh by Vulfpeck

Baby, I don’t know What I’m gonna do with you

We get older in slow motion Don't you throw it all away

[youngblood-182]

Chapters: 21/? Fandom: Naruto Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Uchiha Shisui/Original Female Character(s), Uchiha Obito/Original Female Character(s), Uchiha Itachi/Original Female Character(s), Hatake Kakashi/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Uchiha Shisui, Original Senju Character(s), Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Obito, Hatake Kakashi, Tsunade (Naruto), Jiraiya (Naruto), Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto Additional Tags: Alot of angst, im so sorry abt the angst, best friend itachi, obito a simp, tsunade is my mom, shisui deserves better, OC becomes OP, Deal With It Summary:

Yuna Senju, some know her as Shisui and Itachi's best friend, some know her as a Princess, and some know her as the fiercest kunoichi in Konoha. Read about her life, her love, her friendships, and her bonds that cannot be broken even by death.

Looking for a beta reader.

[uchihashisuii]

if your heart wears thin i will hold you up / and i will hide you when it gets too much. i'll be right beside you.

Akari & Obito commission done by the wonderful @vita-divata ! thank you very much x

[wolkoshka]

title: cold little heart character pairings: obito uchiha x original female character(s) warning(s): NSFW + adult themes/dark + traumatic/triggering/love + romance/eventual smut + angst chapters: i/ii/iii +

chapter iii

‘A SPECIAL ICHIRAKU RAMEN VALENTINE’S DAY DISCOUNT FOR ALL COUPLES! COME AND ENJOY!’

Mirai put her palms up in innocence as Obito, having read the poster by the entrance to Ichiraku Ramen, leveled her with a questioning look. “I didn’t plan this.” It was the truth. She had forgotten it was Valentine’s Day. Which was odd. Oh, well. “But you also cannot deny the fact that it’d be a total tragedy to pass out on such an opportunity.”

Taking a moment to consider her words, he tipped his head to pass below the short noren curtains. With a giddy internal clap, she followed him.

Okay. Woah.

The place was packed, and chatter, coupled with raucous laughter, gorged the space. Almost every seat was taken, couples leaning on each other, shoulders pressed and words of intimacy being whispered into twitching ears. So many blushed faces. So many shy giggles. And so. Much. Love. Love was literally in the air. Seina would’ve gagged.

When she clocked a couple suddenly get up and leave, she automatically pushed Obito toward the empty seats. “There, there, there!”

“I see it,” came his grunt. They settled side by side, shoulders almost touching. She crossed her legs and began rhythmically tapping her foot to an invisible beat. A Valentine’s Day meal with her crush? Hands down, the best day ever!

“What will you have?” she asked.

“The usual. Tonkotsu Fried Chicken Ramen. You?”

“Spicy Miso Ramen. Dumplings. Dessert of the day. Yummy, yummy, yummy me.”

He raised two fingers and summoned Ayame out of the blue. Impressive, but then again, he had a commandeering presence. And she wasn’t simply saying that because she liked him; it showed in the way he held himself, walked, talked. Breathed. The moment they stepped inside, heads had turned, but he hadn’t cared to notice the eyes on him, some admiring, some fearing, some merely acknowledging. But all revering.

“Have you guys decided?” Ayame inquired, all smiles.

He gave their order, and Ayame nodded. “Got it! It will be ready in a few. Until then, have some of our free Valentine’s Day chocolates! Made them myself, so leave a review!” She gifted them heart-shaped chocolates in a pink heart-shaped plate.

“Oh!” Mirai’s eyes glimmered. “They’re so beautiful! I already love them!”

“A beautiful gift for a beautiful couple!” she responded, and before they could correct her, she was gone��but not before Mirai caught the not-so-subtle secret wink she threw her way. The giddy feeling inside her bubbled and frizzled over, and she reeled.

All right. Calm down, Mirai. You’re not a couple. Seduction first, remember?

At that, an idea bloomed in her mind, and she mischievously rubbed her palms together.

Obito caught her in the act. “What are you doing?”

“Digging in.” With that, she pinched one chocolate and bit into it—and moaned in pleasure. “Sooo tasty.” Another bite, another deep moan, one only he could hear, as she directed it closer to his ear.

He slightly shifted in his seat—success?—and turned his head away—but not before she caught his reddened cheeks. Success!

Did that mean he..? Keep at it, Mirai! Finishing the piece, she licked her fingers, making sure to suck them clean. Her eyes collided with his when she popped! free her index finger from her lips.

“Stop that,” he growled, eyes heatedly fastened on her mouth. Did he realize his pupils were blown, swallowing the midnight black in a never-ending void? So, so close, Mirai!

She fluttered her lashes at him, voice dropping an octave. “Stop what?”

“And don’t talk like that.”

“Like what? Like this?” She dropped it even lower, huskier, a tone more suited for the bedroom.

He swallowed thickly, crossing his arms against his chest, biceps bulging. I want to grip… “You promised.”

“No, I made an exception. Now, I’m simply enjoying my chocolates. Speaking of, you should try one.” She made to feed him a heart, but he snatched it out of her grasp. Grrr.

Gritting, “Behave.”

Ooof, sexy man. She was starting to love his domineering side. “I am. This is as behaved as I can get.” Biting into another delicious piece, she now dragged the tip of her pink tongue across her plump, fleshly lips, catching his attention—much to his dismay. He appeared pissed off that he was actually falling bait to her tricks. But then, his head tilted, as if grasping something.

Now, it was his turn to eat the heart in his hand. He chewed, but it wasn’t a normal chew. No, she soon realized. The muscles of his sharp jaw popped and strained in the most attractive of ways as he purposefully drew it out. Were cheekbones supposed to become this prominent whilst eating? He stole another bite…and another… Snap. Snap. Mirai gulped. The sensuous pout to his lower lip had it glisten as he momentarily dragged the dark surface of the chocolate against it—before devouring it. I want.

Her heart drummed, her pulse faltered, the chocolate caught between her lips nearly falling out in her stupor. Was he…seducing her back? No, she concluded, he was merely playing a cruel game with her. Test me, and I’ll taunt you with what you’ll never have. The ultimate Hell.

“Naughty man,” she rasped, cheeks bleeding pink. That little play had caused heat to pool between her legs. She rubbed her thighs together to subside the ache that had bloomed, but the friction only worsened it. Did he even realize the effect he had on her?

His spiky lashes fused, eyes growing darker. “My patience is wearing thin, Mirai.”

A light gasp. Her name on his lips… The syllables dipped in the melting chocolate that was his voice. “Say it again,” she whispered.

“Um, excuse me?”

At the feminine voice, Mirai turned, ready to slaughter the person who’d dared to interrupt their moment. She was greeted by a lady. Scratch that. A pregnant lady. “I know I’m asking for too much, but is it possible you…lend me your…seat?”

“Uh, what?” she retorted.

“I just wanted to have some nice lunch with my husband and there’s only one seat available. It’s okay if you don’t want to; I’m only asking if you could?”

Mirai glanced over at her husband, mid-forties, who waved, and then at the lady. Why me? Obito, having overheard the conversation, made to rise. “Have this seat—“

“No,” Mirai interjected, pushing him back down by the shoulder. “Have mine.”

“Really? Thank you so much!”

“Absolutely.”

With that, she scooted off her seat—and into Obito’s lap.

Test me, and I’ll test you right back, Uchiha.

He started, his large physique jolting. “What are you—“ Caught completely off-guard, he flustered. Obito Uchiha. Flustering. She settled comfortably into his lap, ass wiggling.

“There. Now be a sweetheart and don’t move too much.”

Austere fingers suddenly gripped her hips, digging in, and she yelped. Thankfully, everyone was busy with each other to pay too much attention to them. His hot breath fanned her ear as he next hissed, “Are you hoping to die?”

Oh, sweet heaven. His intensity. Her back involuntarily arched as his words traveled down the length of her spine, circling around and feeding the growing fire in the pit of her belly. Wetting her lips, she slowly turned around, her cheek brushing against his scarred one. The friction...a most delicious contrast.

He sharply gasped.

She sweetly sighed, leaning into him. Yes, yes. More. She wanted everything he had to offer.

“Only through intense pleasure,” she breathed into his ear—before lightly grazing her teeth against it. Another gasp, but this one softer. Emboldened, she darted out her tongue and ran it under his earlobe.

“Don’t—“ His jaw clenched. The grip on her hips tightened, almost bruising. More, more, more.

“You want me.” She gently sucked on the soft flesh. His entire body racked.

“No,” he ground out, even as his neck craned a bit to the left to grant her more access. He really wanted her. She wasn’t conjuring lies. He desired her, whether he admitted that to himself or not. His body easily betrayed his thoughts. But she wouldn’t hold that against him; she would be a benevolent receiver. She would take great care of him.

Palming his cheek, she kissed the sensitive spot between his ear and jaw.

“Stop,” he said, but it was more a plea, his tone losing its former rigidity.

She pulled back enough to meet his heated gaze. Turbulent storms brew in those deep, dark depths. A few more pushes, and she might just get what she desired. His lips, his praises, his pleasured noises.

And his pain, her inner voice reminded. She ignored it.

“Make me,” she cooed against his lips. “No, scratch that. Kiss me.” Please, oh, please. She wanted to feel those sinful lips, red and plump, grinding against her own. Wanted the sighs that escaped them melt her own. Wanted his rich, singular taste to saturate and brand her tongue, never knowing her reprieve. She wanted it all so bad. And she didn’t know why.

Why him? Why so desperately? Did it matter? He was here, and he was responding.

His nostrils flared, his nails completely digging into her soft flesh. She would bear the bruises with pride. “Never.”

Her tongue, wet and hot, slid across one of the scars closer to his lips, lips he involuntarily parted in answer. “Liar.”

“Here you guys go!”

Both of them started, suddenly realizing where they were. Despite herself, Mirai felt her face flush. “Aaand I’ll be going now.” Ayame, having served them their bowls of Ramen with a plate of steaming dumplings, disappeared as fast as she’d come.

Obito’s fingers, one by one, released her, and she pouted, mourning the loss. Mourning the very heat of them ghosting into her skin. The moment was gone, over, never to return. She felt the energy within him shift, sensed him distance himself even as she sat perched in his lap. It was colder, lonelier. The walls now mountains. Should not have advanced too hastily, she internally scolded herself. Should have been more delicate. But how could she have been and done so when he sat there so…beautifully?

“You—” he started but she sighed, cutting him off.

“Save it. I know what you’re going to say. Yes, I’ll never do that again, blah, blah, blah. Whatever. Let’s just eat.” Who was this sappy person? Was she going to cry now? Rejection was almost always in the plans—he refused her, even when he clearly reacted to her. Was there no chance?

Pout deepening, she dug into her Ramen. Different spices and tastes exploded in her mouth, almost making her forget about her soured mood.

“No,” he lowly, consolingly, began, hands once again, though hesitantly, settling around her waist. She gasped, looking over her shoulder at him. He didn’t meet her gaze, just said, “You need to move aside a bit so I can eat as well, is what I wanted to say.”

Oh. Oh. “Right,” she muttered, shifting her weight to his left thigh. He anchored his foot against the stool’s leg, giving her better balance. “Thank you,” she voiced, hiding her smile behind her chopsticks.

“Eat.” His voice steeled as he leaned over, broad shoulders caging her in. His warmth and masculine scent enveloped her entirely, and for a moment, Mirai felt as though nothing could ever harm her. “Then you and I are going to have a little chat.”

Never-mind. Pursing her lips, Mirai resumed her eating without complaint.

.

OBITO. WAS. IN. HELL.

He had to be.

What else could describe this eternal agony he’s being put through, sovereign to every torturous second of his past?

As Mirai shifted anew, the act prompting the waist of his pants to stretch tight against his groin, he bit back a responsive groan, the chopsticks in his hold snapping. Food choked his throat as she turned around, her pert buttocks skidding over a sensitive zone. He coughed into his fist. Shit, Obito. Shit. Get a grip.

She patted his back. “There, there. Better?”

He ignored her, managing to swallow down the rest of the food. “What does it take for you to sit still?” he gritted.

“I wasn’t moving! You were choking. Fine, I’ll let you die next time. Happy?” With that, she turned around, causing another tugging in his pants, another knotting in his abdominal muscles. What was happening to him?

Ten minutes into their meal, but all he could smell and taste was peaches and apricot. All he could hear were her soft breaths, sighs, and gentle slurping of the Ramen. All he was attuned to were the subtle drifts in her body, and how if she’d just move another inch to his center, she’d rub his hardening member just right.

Hardening. Shit, shit, shit. Not here. Not now. Not ever. He didn’t want to give Mirai more reason to pursue him—he’d already given enough. Recalling their earlier frolic made him internally groan. Lips softer than the softest silk…tongue hotter than the hottest fire…and breath steamier than— Enough. What was he doing?

Was he a closeted pervert like Kakashi?

Actual fear gripped him, clamping his muscles unto his bones. He entered a spiraling vortex of existential questions, his principals nowhere in sight. Nothing grounded him. He was lost. Lost in the hellishly blissful sensations the kunoichi in his lap incited.

She wasn’t Rin, he coldly reminded himself. No one would do. No one could. Cease this madness. Yes, madness. That’s what she brought into his life. Now, Obito.

“You’re not eating,” she commented, her voice knifing through his desire. He couldn’t desire her. Perhaps it’d been too long since he last...touched himself. Yes. That must be it. A cold shower would do away with these nagging sensations that really didn’t frequent his musings much as they came and went every few months.

And yet, why did it feel like a part of him would perish if it didn’t confirm the thought of her thighs feeling as supple and satiny as they appeared? If he reached out now, would she part them for him? He didn’t have to mull twice. Yes. Yes, she would. Suddenly, the tempestuous image of him writhing between them, sweat-slicked hips thrusting forward, feeding the hardest part of him into the softest depths of her, invaded his mind—and Obito’s entire body violently throbbed.

Blood rushed to his loins, searing pleasure pumping through the length of him, and so mercilessly, he hardened instantaneously. Fuck! He—

To make matters worse, Mirai wiggled on his thigh, pressing her core into his firmness. Every sane thought he possessed went out the window. Instead, his blood boiled over, causing his dick to painfully strain in attention. It hurt. It hurt so good—no, not good, bad—sweat beaded on his temples and his hands trembled.

He covered the tent in his pants the best he could, concluding to simply abscond as she sat on his lap. How did he allow their interaction to get to this point? What was he hoping to prove by accompanying her to lunch? That he could successfully ward her off? How mortally foolish of him.

But he needed to leave. He needed to—

“Oh, pffft, duh,” Mirai voiced, as if understanding something, “you don’t have chopsticks. Here, let me grab you some.” Lifting her ass, she draped her upper body over the counter, reaching for a new set of chopsticks in the lower back shelf of the wrap-around luncheonette. But by performing so, she unconsciously hiked up her skirt, exposing the black lacy panties she wore underneath.

The tableau nearly knocked him off his seat. But, sweet hell, was it a sight to behold.

The material hugged her smooth globes just right and tight, curving over their mesmeric suppleness and disappearing into the gap between her thighs in one sleek line. It clothed her core, soft and enticing, as it stared up at him in challenge.

His dick twitched in answer. Something primal in him awakened a beast of a different kind, and the thought of spreading and stretching that softness apart, rubbing himself into its slickness, blurred his vision white-hot—before red and inflamed as his Sharingan activated.

He didn’t want to, but the image before him would now forever be imbedded in his memories. At that, something burned and leaked from the tip of his member. He felt it and abruptly brought his thighs closer. What the hell was— Was he… No, no, that couldn’t be right. Even he knew what ejaculation felt like. This was something else. He was excited—feverishly so—hence his reaction. She was going to kill him.

He didn’t want his death to be in Ichiraku because of some panties. No, not panties. The blonde who occupied his lap like she owned it.

“I swear they used to be here— Ha! There!”

Before Obito could direct her motions, she sat right back down—right on his erect member. Instant pleasure lanced up his shaft and straight into his balls, clenching them. His abdominal muscles burned, and, raw and sensitive, his jaw slacked open in a soundless groan. Too much.

Leave. He had to leave. Now. Or else…

Mirai gasped from above him, definitely feeling his rock-hard member poking her from behind. She turned to face him, but even that small, insignificant movement made his dick weep and thighs quiver. “You are…” she started, licking her lips. Her ashen eyes had darkened, like two tornadoes coming to sweep him off his feet.

“Your eyes. They’re… Obito,” she moaned his name, the sound thrilling him beyond belief. She discreetly spread open her thighs, cushioning his girth into alignment with her wet core. She was wet. Shit. So wet, he felt her fire even past his own pants. But the feel of her… He wanted to arch his hips for a deeper contact, a deeper angle, grinding against her…in her…until he was hitting all the right spots inside her.

Her eyes fluttered shut, teeth coming to nibble on her lower lip. “You feel so…”

“Pay up,” he hoarsely ordered.

“What?” she whispered, mind still on his raging erection. As if unable to help herself, she lightly rolled her hips against him, earning a hiss from him. Sweet heaven. She did it again, and his forehead fell on her shoulder, fingers digging into her waist, trying to subdue her titillating motions.

“Stop. Not here. Pay up so— Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew some cash and slammed it down on the counter. “We are going to have that chat now.”

With that, he teleported them out of Ichiraku and into the farthest corner of Konoha—and straight into a bank of river.

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Stuck on his Ways, Chapter 14

Summary: Obito goes on his secret mission after Orochimaru, Y/N is close behind. As worlds collide, can they remain friendly?

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Thank you so much for reading! Leave a like and a comment if you enjoyed. I tried my best on this one, I hope I was able to deliver. A/N in the end of the chapter.

TW for blood and violence under the cut

Obito jumped from tree to tree, opting to approach the location by foot rather than using Kamui, trying to preserve his chakra reserves. As far as he knows, this is just a recon mission and Orochimaru should be nowhere in sight.

He approaches the cave presumed to be his hideout, using his sharingan to see into the darkness. Deeper inside, he steps through puddles of water and dodges stalagmites, the intense smell of damp earth flooding his nostrils. The Uchiha does his best to concentrate himself, but Y/N’s expression of frustration earlier this day still puts him off.

He begged Minato to give him priority on the investigations about the strange marks, and when they led to Orochimaru, Obito just knew he had to intervene on the case. Avenging Y/N’s fallen fiancée was his new goal; he needed to do this for her. The only thing is: he did not want to leave her behind, he didn’t. However, he had to. With Orochimaru involved, he could not risk her safety. This was an S ranked mission and she had not reached that level yet.

It hurts him to be away from her now, he just hopes to end this quickly and go back to the village. He needs to put an end on his conundrum, he needs to be honest with her about his intentions even if ruins their friendship. He already was too stupid to realize it on his own, he is not making the mistake of not being truthful again.

As he delves deeper into the cave, the smell changes from damp earth into pure iron, the violent stench of fresh death attacking him. Intel was right, this is his hideout. Bodies hanged around Obito, some with their limbs missing. He covered his nose and tried to avoid looking into it more than the necessary, only to be met with a floor covered in blood puddles. Despite being a ninja and having seen the things he saw along the years, he does not enjoy being in the presence of so much violence. Needless violence, since these civilians and nins appear to have been experimented on.

The room he is in is extensive, its walls reaching upwards of five meters and floor roughly constructed on top of the cave’s rock. He walks further and further into it, passing through strange machines and tools to come close to what seems to be a throne. Wires and electrodes run by it, making it clear that this is a chair were people are tested on. Obito senses a faint presence behind him.

He turns around, only to be met with a slim figure wearing a dark cape and hood. The hood comes down, revealing Orochimaru, still as young as he file picture from fifteen years ago portrays him.

“Uchiha Obito, right?” His spent voice rasps, coming closer to Obito.

“Orochimaru.”

The Uchiha raises his guard, ready to attack the missing nin.

“Show me those eyes of yours, will you?”

Obito gives him no response, his orders are to capture or kill Orochimaru and he does not have any time for talking. Sharingan still active, he entraps the snake-like man into a genjutsu, only for it reveal him as a clone. Obito raises his guard again, trying to detect movement from all sides and anticipate his movements.

All of the sudden, a long blade comes across his right side, missing his arm for a couple of inches. Orochimaru comes out of the shadows, his eyes closed off, putting Obito’s illusions out question. Obito fights back, quickly making the signs for a multiple fireball jutsu and throwing flames all over his enemy. Orochimaru dodges them, attacking the Uchiha repeatedly with his blade. Obito, who used Kamui to become intangible, avoids every single swing thrown at him.  

As Obito least expects, a kunai crosses the room and passes right through his left cheek, hitting Orochimaru straight on the ribs. Y/N reveals herself jumping from the room’s ceiling, her leaf bandana shining bright on the dim light that fills the room.

“Brought you friend to play again, Obito?” Orochimaru says as he rips off the kunai from his skin.

Obito glances angrily at her, she is not supposed to be here, this is far too risky. Quickly, he reciprocates another of Orochimaru’s attacks, Y/N joining him and helping with her sword. Suddenly, the missing nin turns into snakes, a sea of them flooding the room.

“Obito! On your right!” She screams at him as a stark white snake lunges at his direction.

Obito dodges and comes closer to her, their backs touching as they assume a defensive formation.

“Y/N, come into kamui and let me fight him.”

“He’s mine! I’m not leaving!”

“You’re not supposed to be here!” He screams, trying to place her in the other dimension against her will.

She avoids the vortex and plants a slap on his face as he is still vulnerable, all the while jumping away from attacks all over. She glances at him with full determination on her eyes. Hurt, more from what the slap meant than itself, Obito falls back to the defensive formation. He cannot waste any time trying to save her, Orochimaru’s attacks are far too relentless.

If she wants to fight, we’ll fight.

He thinks to himself as he nods at her, giving her the signal for their battle arrangement.

Y/N runs away from him, attracting the attention from most of the snakes across the room. As she stops in corner, they ambush her. As they least expect, Obito uses his combined fire and vortex technique to burn them off, including Y/N’s clone, who disappears with a pop.

While the vortex is still going on, one of the snakes turns into the real Orochimaru and lunges at Obito. Unable to become intangible in time, Obito is hit hard on his right arm.

~”~

From her location, she looks for Obito while the smoke from the fire grows thin. Quickly, she runs across the room, only to find her teammate standing still, a horrible scene unfolding in front of her eyes once again.

Obito’s arm dangles on its side as Orochimaru retreats his blade. He falls to his knees as blood flows relentlessly from his wound. She lunges at the missing nin with all her rage, screaming and switching positions as quickly as she can, only being able to scratch the surface of his skin.

From the corner of her eye, she spots Obito getting up.

Come on weird cells, do your job!

Is all she thinks as she hopes the Hashirama cells can cure him enough to stop the loss of blood. She doesn’t know the extent of their healing powers, so she decides she needs to take Orochimaru on her own. He already took so much from her; he is not doing that again.

“If his body is of no use I’ll at least have his eyes.” Orochimaru laughs as he avoids her strikes with mastery.

With Obito not being able to perform jutsu with his hands and her earth techniques out of question, Y/N tries her best to create a wind powerful enough to distract the enemy so she and Obito can retreat.

Jutsu after jutsu, Orochimaru still stands tall. Her techniques and the limited space work against her.

She uses every trick up her sleeve to no use, Orochimaru still stands close and is able to hit her deeply with the side his blade on her left leg, breaking it in the process. With one swift move, he knocks her away into a wall. She hits her head, making her drift in and out of consciousness.

Everything goes through her mind as she watches Obito try to fight Orochimaru as best as he can with only one arm. Obito Uchiha, some closed off loser from a place she barely knows. Obito Uchiha, the asshole who refuses to train her properly. Obito Uchiha, the pouty dumbass who helps old ladies. Obito Uchiha, the one who wants to be Hokage. Obito Uchiha, the one who was there for her. The one who made her laugh after years of crying, the one who held her hand. The one she feels so strongly about.

Flames and ocular jutsu are not powerful enough; the legendary sannin quickly makes him fall back on his knees.  

NO! NO! NO! NOT AGAIN!

Orochimaru prepares to impale his stomach, raising his sword.

NO, PLEASE!

Her body acts on its own, putting herself in front of the blade.

She feels her own skin and insides ripping apart as it through her. Fearing it might still hit Obito, she holds the blade’s length with her bare hands, also cutting them in the process. She turns around her head slightly, trying to see if Obito is okay. Desperate to save him, desperate to make his dreams come true.

His sharingan burns bright red into the darkness, his face distorted with shock and tears flowing down from it. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out.

She smiles at him softly. Her sword falls to her side.

“Obito, I…”

…love you

Orochimaru lifts her body up with the blade and tosses her back into the wall, knocking the little wind she had left out of her stomach. Obito lets out the most gut-wrenching scream she has ever heard. Face first onto the floor, she lifts her head up with the strength she has left.

Her teammate, for her surprise, is up on his feet with her fallen sword in hand. A blue light envelops Obito, it becomes brighter and brighter, taking some sort of shape as she struggles to remain conscious.

Is that the light everyone talks about?

She closes her eyes, hoping to meet Obito on the other side one day.

Author’s Note: Whoa, this was a difficult one. I took some creative liberties with the way the Susanoo works, hope you guys don’t mind. Stay tuned for the next chapter ;)