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wind-becomes-lightning · 3 years ago

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Drunk Ramblings

Day- 4! Happy Birthday to Obito! WOO. I love you little man.

Jonin! Obito AU (he survives kannabi bridge, has scars, lost an eye, Rin still died and he has kamui. Alright?)

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Obito

4023 words.

There is nothing major happening here, so I don’t really need any warnings. Rated M because of the alcohol and I have no idea what the tolerance is here.

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For @kakaobiweek Day 4: Obito’s Birthday

Obito’s “super cells” keep him from getting drunk, or do they? His birthday party is the best chance to try it out, especially since he is mad at Kakashi.

Having birthdays in February wasn’t Obito’s favourite thing in the world. Usually it was still cold, thin snow and dried up ice lay over Konoha like a blanket, holding the village in a choke hold until spring came by late March. Obito loved the sun, the outdoors and his unfortunate birthday placement made it impossible to ever do a celebration outside. Not that he wanted a big party everytime, hanging out with the closest friends was enough, but sometimes he still wished it was in summer instead.

He was standing, freezing his hands off in a new Jonin jacket he had bought as a present to himself after his previous one had been burned one too many times by his fire jutsu. A thick, green fabric that warmed his core and back, but unfortunately left the arms completely exposed with the blue matching sweaters. Obito could have worn more underneath, could have tried to warm his arms up, but that would only be annoying later in the bar. It was freezing outside, but he’d sweat on the inside. He had to die one death.

“That’s the only time in a year you ever arrive punctually,” Kakashi teased him as he arrived. “When it is about you.” Obito looked at him through his uncovered eye and rolled it. “That is not true”, he furrowed his brow, “Don’t talk about things you don’t understand.” Kakashi laughed a little and patted his friend on the shoulder. Obito had again decided to spend his birthday by celebrating with friends in their favourite bar. The food was good and beer was cheap enough that the others could get drunk easily, which always amused Obito. He didn’t need presents when he could see his friends embarrass themselves.

They arrived slowly, Gai, who was as energetic as ever, followed Kakashi. Tenzou was there too, a little shy around all of them even after years of friendship and Asuma had brought Kurenai. Obito smiled a bit to himself thinking of how much all these people meant to him. They entered the bar, finally releasing him from the curse of the freezing cold, and made their way to their table. Obito had it reserved at their usual favourite spot: right by the window with a good view of the busy outside street. Humans like watching other humans after all.

“I can’t stay long”, Kakashi announced right at the beginning of the evening. “I got a S-Rank mission assigned for early tomorrow.” He sighed. “I will have to leave, pack, sleep, before then.” He nodded to Obito who frowned a little with a disappointment that he could not quite place. “And then you still came to celebrate with your partner! That is so good of you, rival!” Gai said, an arm slung around Kakashi’s slender neckline. “Yes, that is very nice of you”, Obito agreed, not feeling the words at all.

He soon forgot the underlying disappointment when the food arrived. Good barbecued meat and rice as much as they wanted to eat. Obito himself needed not eat, something related to the cells that had been used to keep him alive once he’d almost been crushed to death, but he enjoyed eating anyway. After all, his taste buds were still intact. He didn’t need to sleep either, but he still did sometimes. After all, sleeping was an overall enjoyable activity, so was tasting and drinking. They emptied the first beers before they had eaten a bite of the food. Obito knew this evening would be expensive for him.

“And then, he fell over and clung to Kakashi like a little ape”, Gai laughed and pointed at Obito, who buried his head into his hands. Each year Gai told this story from their childhood to everybody’s amusement, except for Obito. Back when they’d been in the academy Kakashi and him had been put together to practice chakra control in the feet and obviously Kakashi had picked it up without issue right away, while Obito had taken a bit longer. “For once I would like one year in which I am not made fun of” he pouted, chopsticks spinning between his fingers. He caught Kakashi’s uncovered eye and felt uneasy at seeing him smile contendly.

They had a little more food and a little more beer, then Kakashi threw a look at the clock on the wall. “Sadly,” he started, shoving the last part of the fried meat into his mouth, “I think this is where I clock out.” There was a widespread “nooo” among their friends and Obito could feel the disappointment again. Of all the people present, Obito wanted Kakashi to stay the most. Kakashi tapped on the table a little and then nodded at Obito. “Sorry man, I’ll make it up to you when I’m back.” Obito nodded back. “No need, I’m glad you came out even if it was only shortly” he replied through gritted teeth. Had he ever spoken words more insincere? Kakashi waved around and left.

They ordered more food for the bbq and more alcohol. “So you can’t get drunk, huh?” Asuma called over the table, another one of these conversations that came up at every party. “Yes, you know I don’t” Obito answered, a little annoyed. He could appreciate the taste of it, but it had no effect on him at all. “Are you sure about that?” Tenzou hit him a little from the side. “Have you tried?” Obito shook his head: “I haven’t really considered it much. I just thought it's not possible.” Gai banged onto the table with his flat hand: “I can smell a challenge!”

Now, Obito wasn’t the type to get roped up in challenges, well, not these kinds of challenges, but somehow in this very evening his mind needed a distraction. So what if he drank as much as he could? It was not like he could get drunk anyway. The amount of alcohol needed would have to be insanely high and who cares, it was his birthday. The others started ordering beer after beer for him to drink, he chucked them, usually on one breath. down. The others drank at their usual speed, eyes locking on Obito, trying to recognize any little change in his behaviour. Pathetic, Obito thought, nothing could ever make him drunk.

Four hours passed with the others getting progressively more drunk. Gai and Tenzou were now talking loudly about the advantages of mokuton for working out (“You could put double your weight on your back for pushups!”) and Kurenai and Asuma were engaged in a conversation full of touching and bumping heads together. They were all drunk, Obito noticed. He wasn’t. The fact that his vision was blurring out a little, was just a normal occurrence from sitting in the heat for a long time. And the fact that the room was moving like a ship on water? He must be having a headache.

They kept ordering Obito more beer to drink down, and he drank them all without a word. By now the waitress had been let in on the challenge and even though she did not quite understand the whole deal with the “super cells”, she kept the drinks coming automatically. Obito was breathing heavily now, his mind a little foggy and unclear. “We gettin tipsy, huh?” Tenzou said next to him, pushing his arm a little in Obito’s side. “Surely you must be talking about yourself,” Obito replied and Tenzou just laughed, a little red in his face.

If he was honest to himself he could feel it now, at his fingertips, the way he was forced to go to the toilet quicker than before. Obito could not believe that he’d been forced into this reckless thing. Who knew how long it would take for him to recover to his usual strength? Why had he even agreed? But then he remembered why he agreed: Kakashi had left early. Obito scratched his finger lightly over the table. His friend, his partner, the person he shared an unbreakable bond with - the only one that Obito trusted completely blindly. He’d wanted him there, wanted to watch him smile, drink, maybe lay an arm around him….Being drunk right now would probably also be much funnier with him by his side. Obito felt frustrated.

“I don’t know who he thinks he is”, Obito slurred, the glasses of beer in front of him stacking up dangerously high now. “Coming here and then going away without even much of a word.” He punched his fist onto the table and hunched himself against Tenzou on his left. “Who?” the other man said, “Senpai?” Obito put his head on the table before he said “Yes.” Tenzou laughed, his cheeks also dangerously flushed red. “I assume it was not his choice to have a mission.” Obito wanted to complain more, but instead he chucked another beer. Who’d have thought he got to defeat the super cells that had been implanted in him. “It’s my birthday though”, he pouted.

“Obito, my old friend, maybe you should tell him how you feel. I’m sure it would spring forward a new spring for your youth” Gai hollered across the table, a little bit of rice falling out of his mouth while speaking. Asuma and Kurenai, who had been busy with themselves, looked up to him. “I-I don’t feel anything, I just think he should have been here on my birthday..” Obito stammered, the faces of the others swimming a bit in front of his eyes. “We’re partners, m-mission partners so…” Tenzou patted him on the arm with sympathy. “I get you. He is quite handsome.” Obito didn’t find it in himself to disagree, instead he saw Kakashi’s face in front of his mind’s eye, smiling, maskless, the one time he’d actually seen him like that.

“He’s swooning”, Kurenai teased, her head set on the palm of her hand. “Are you thinking of him now?” Obito yerked upwards, straightening out his back. He grabbed the new beer that the waitress had brought and finished it in one breath. “He definitely is,” Asuma grinned, a hand around Kurenai’s shoulders. “OH I see how this is”, Obito spat back, rolling his one eye violently. “You guys are a couple now, so you think you have expert knowledge on love!” He was utterly baffled when everybody laughed. “No, friend, you don’t have to be ashamed, just be honest with yourself” Gai pumped a fist into the air.

“I don’t need you guys to make fun of me this way, it’s my birthday” Obito turned away from Gai’s face and leaned in closer with Tenzou, who let the older man set his head on his shoulder. “You’re the only one I like”, Obito slurred again, his head spinning so unnaturally for him. Well, if this evening brought one thing for him it was the knowledge that he could get drunk -eventually. Tenzou chuckled a little, his shoulders shaking with it. He lifted a shoulder into Obito’s scarred cheek. “I agree with them though. I think you should just tell senpai about it.”

Obito looked up into Tenzou’s eyes. How could even adorable little Tenzou betray him this way? “Tell him what?” The heat at Obito’s heart was burning bright, sending words to his mouth that he never dared say out loud, just that this time they spilled out. “That one of the reasons why I like these parties is that he gets drunk and a little more touchy than usual? That I like when he compliments me and when he teases me? That I like his hair when it is wet and hanging down and his half lidded eye smile? That I think about kissing him all the time?” He breathed out hard, as if he’d just finished a long run.

The others blinked for a moment and then Kurenai said: “Yes, something like that would suffice.” Slowly, as if through a thick filter, Obito realised what he’d just said, realised what those words meant. He felt a heat in his face that was not related to alcohol. Swaying a little he got up and without looking at anyone, announced that he needed to go home and rest, saying that “Alcohol makes one say all sorts of things, doesn’t it? I think I should go to sleep.” He laughed weakly and thankfully, mercifully, his friends let him go.

They dressed up and went out into the cold. Obito had never been drunk before, he’d only watched other people going through it. So now that he was part of it everything was a lot funnier, and a lot weirder. Gai had his arm around him and Tenzou and repeated over again how much he’d cherished both of them. Usually Obito would be embarrassed by this loud behaviour so late at night out, but now that he was intoxicated himself he loved it. All three of them walked very close and touched each other's arms over and over again. Maybe it wasn’t only Kakashi who got touchy when drunk.

Asuma and Kurenai had disappeared in the meanwhile, Obito only noticed 15 mins after they’d left the bar. Well, they would probably be fine. They had each other. Gai left after, having to turn a corner to go find his apartment. Obito and Tenzou offered to bring him home, but he insisted he could find his own way. He thanked Obito for the “absolutely wonderful” evening and then walked off. Tenzou stayed with Obito a bit longer, arm in arm as they walked along the deserted streets of the village, but then eventually they also made it to a crossroad. “You think you can make it home?” Tenzou asked, sounding a little worried. But just like Gai had before Obito said: “Don’t worry, I can do it.” Tenzou did not seem convinced but wasn’t a pushy sort of person, so he said “Happy Birthday”, patted Obito on the arm a little and walked off.

The birthday boy was alone now, swaying dangerously from foot to foot without other arms holding him up. Alcohol had one weird effect on one’s body, he studied. Not only did his vision blurr without him doing anything, but his head spun and his stomach felt a little upset. When he closed his eye a feeling of freefall came over him. It had been funny with friends around, but now it just seemed kind of dangerous. How did others do this every weekend? Obito stumbled over his feet a little and held on on a house corner when he thought about a genius idea: Why not go home with kamui?

Sure Kamui would cost chakra and he wasn’t particularly awake at this very moment, but at least he would get home safe and not run around like a lost child. Plus if he’d pass out in kamui nobody would notice. He’d just sleep off the alcohol and wake back up fresh in the morning. Obito steadied himself and put a hand over his eye, then he used the familiar swirl to escape to his own dimension.

The first thing he saw there was a mess. Parts of fabric and kunai were scattered across the blocks making up kamuis landscape. There was blood on the floor. He blinked. Kakashi must have had a fight recently and used his eye and he must have forgotten to tell Obito he had. Now Obito had to deal with the fallout, the dirt and the mess. How very lovely. He let out a sharp breath, heat at his heart again. How dare Kakashi do that to him? Mess up his stuff? Not come to his birthday party? Not love him back? A voice inside his head told him to go confront Kakashi about it. In a rational state he would have seen it as a bad idea, but this was a drunk Obito.

Instead of his own place he materialised in the darkness of Kakashi’s apartment just outside his bedroom door. His mind fogged up as it was Obito was not careful to keep quiet when he took his shoes off and tossed them to the door. It took approximately two breaths for Kakashi to be at his throat with a kunai. Anbu ears always listen. Obito gasped at the cold metall against his neck and wiggled with his arms, the vision before his eye spinning. “It’s me, Obito, me, hello-” Kakashi let his hand fall and immediately held it up again as Obito was falling over his feet. “Obito. Why are you here?”

Obito turned around to look at his friend. Kakashi clearly had been sleeping, the bags under his eyes heavier than usual and his hair cramped up unnaturally. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt and only boxers. Obito took it all in, memorising the look with his sharingan still active. He let his hand wander over Kakashi’s maskless face, feeling the warm skin. “I came to see you” Obito said, the filter to prevent him from being honest was completely broken down. “I have a mission early tomorrow”, Kakashi replied, an eyebrow raised at the state Obito is in. “Are you… drunk?”

“It turns out, I can drink”, Obito giggled, still stroking over Kakashi’s cheek with his finger. “I just need to drink a lot.” Kakashi sighed. “How about you lie down a little?” He took Obito’s hand off his cheek and started guiding him towards the couch in the living room. Obito looked at Kakashi from the side and remembered again why he had come here in the first place: “Hey!” he said loudly so suddenly that Kakashi almost let go of him. “You- YOU. Kamui is a mess!” Kakashi scoffed and let his friend down on the couch to sit next to him. “I didn’t have time to play cleanup after I had a run in with a mass murderer, please excuse me.” He went with his hand through his hair and Obito watched every movement. “Is that what you came here to tell me? I will clean it up once I’m back.”

“No,” Obito said, decisively, “I did not come here to tell you only that.” Kakashi stretched and got up. “I’m going to get you some water, you can say what you need to say, though I must say I don’t know what could be so important now..” He walked over to the little kitchen and picked up a glas. Obito wanted to stand up, in his mind he definitely did, but his body was too weak, too wobbly to do anything. “I-I- “ he began, “You- you shouldn’t have left so early today. It was my birthday.” Kakashi came back with a glass of water and forced it into Obito’s hand. “Drink”, he said and then “It wasn’t my choice to go out early tomorrow. I despise early mornings.”

Obito continued as if he hadn’t heard the retord. “It is my birthday and above all people I want you to be there celebrating with me. What use is this day if you’re out of town?” He drank a quick sip of the water and then continued his rambling: “It’s fun to share these things with you, especially when you come out of your shell. A-and also the others teased me and said I have a crush on you and-” Kakashi’s head snapped around, but Obito continued mercilessly. “- and I mean who doesn’t have a crush on you? You’re the prettiest man I’ve ever met, even Tenzou said so.”

“Obito, what are you saying?” Kakashi spoke like a whisper, voice a little shaky, but Obito didn’t notice that. He took another deep sip of his water and sighed, his head turned again to Kakashi. “I mean one just has to love you, everybody who has seen your handsome naked face loves you.” If Obito’s vision had not been so blurry he might have been able to see Kakashi blush on his high cheekbones. “So I came here to tell you that. You should have been there tonight for me, because I love you.”

A moment of silence passed in which Kakashi just looked at his friend, grey eye opened and disbelief and red eye pressed shut. It was enough time for Obito to hear back everything that had just left his mouth, a sound from far outside, as if he had his head underwater. He scooched backwards away from the other man, terror on his face. “I love you as a friend. A- a friend you know. I value you. Yes, that is what I meant.” He felt sick and grabbed the glass one more time to empty it. He needed to clear his head quickly to salvage the situation. In panic he looked to get up, but before he could, Kakashi had already grabbed his wrist. “Don’t go” he said so softly that Obito felt his heart melt.

“Did you mean that?” Kakashi asked earnestly, pushing Obito’s jaw with one hand so they had to face each other. “What you just said? I mean.. before the poor deflection.” Obito squirmed a little, but his filter was still weakend and his head was spinning, especially with Kakashi’s face maskless and close. “It- it might” he said finally, unable to look the other man in the eyes fully. Kakashi, however, didn’t allow him to avert his gaze. He touched Obito’s jaw up again to meet his eye. “I’m happy you told me that, Obito”, Kakashi breathed, the air hot and tingling on Obito’s skin.

Then they found each other, mid way between both of them, soft lips on soft lips. Obito just about dared to close his eye, a little nervous that his mind would spin out of control, but surprisingly his head was calm now. Obito felt himself forward, opening his mouth a little to deepen the kiss and let Kakashi taste him. The other man laughed a little and whispered: “You taste like beer.” Before Obito had the chance to apologise Kakashi had already continued kissing him, tongue tipping lightly forward, touching Obito’s gently and then more forcefully.

Quickly the heat in Obito’s core returned as he moved one hand into the hanging, beautiful silver hair. Kakashi sighed a pleasurable sigh and pressed Obito forward, laying him down on his back without taking his lips off him. Obito let it all happen, let Kakashi’s hands roam over him, his tongue in his mouth until he could no longer breathe. Now on his back the spinning in his head returned with a vengeance, especially with Kakashi leaning on his stomach. Obito yelped a little, choking on his own air. “S-Stop.” He pushed Kakashi away.

Kakashi let him go instantaneously, a look of worry on his face. “Is everything alright with you? You are kinda white.” Obito kept his eyes pressed shut, trying to regain his composure to be able to continue, already missing Kakashi’s lips on his, but his body did not comply. “I think I’m going to be sick,” he said a little whine, knitting his eyebrows together. Kakashi made an “aw”-sound and patted him on the head. “Baby’s first hangover.”

“Shut up, this is not fun”, Obito whined, but he still moved his head deeper into Kakashi’s touch, eye still closed. Kakashi hummed a little and Obito did not have to see his face to know he was smiling. Leaning forward and laying Obito on his back again he said: “I think you should sleep a little. I will bring you another glass of water.” He kissed Obito again, soft and quick and it eased the other man’s suffering momentarily. Obito listened to the soft footsteps on the wood floor while he pulled up a little thin blanket over his shoulders. He had not even taken off his Jonin-vest, but he felt like his limbs were too heavy to do that now.

Vague, as if from far away, he could hear Kakashi come back and put the glass on the table. He could feel his hair being pushed back and a kiss placed on his forehead. Then, a whisper next to his ear was the last thing he heard before falling asleep fully. “Happy Birthday, Obito.”

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