#obito scenario

[historicfailure]

You wake up from a terribly real dream. A battlefield, drowning in blood and broken bones. At first, you have no idea where you even are. Slowly, with the help of your lover, you make way back into reality.

Or do you?

~ X ~

Hey there!

Just something short and bitter-sweet. It was really fun to try something else for a bit, as you will see in the writing style as well as in the overall genre... I guess this counts as a small Whump? But there is a small ray of hope at the ending as well? Even though it's kind of sad in my opinion... eeh, you guys will see ;D Thank you all for reading this fic! Hope you enjoy it! :D

~ X ~

Darkness surrounds all of you. It pushes down your throat — a living, breathing snake, presses onto your eyes and creeps into your skull. There are no sounds or smells or anything to navigate the darkness, and like that, you’re left blind and deaf, drifting through the realm like you were lost at sea. You want to scream for help, but your tongue refuses to move. 

But there are pictures in your head; pictures you crave and fear alike. You want to turn around and flee, but like a terrible nightmare, the pictures start to move, and you are unable to escape them.

So much blood. Blood on your hands, blood on your clothes and blood in your eyes. So much blood, and none of it is your own. Not even the blood of the enemies, no. They don’t even bleed.

It’s the blood of your friends and comrades. One by one you try to patch them up to send them back out to fight the bloodless enemies, until your comrades come back with another wound in need of fixing or just in another bag. 

Sometimes, they also just die right under your hands. Some die with screams of unimaginable pain tearing from their lips while you try to hold them down and still when pushing a bone into the correct position to allow your chakra to heal the damage. Some die all of a sudden, quietly, dozing off inside the recovery tent only to never wake again. But there are also others, waking up with terror in their eyes and duty in their hearts, when they dress and stumble back out into the world again. 

A world of blood and death. Outside your tent and inside, as well.

There’s no time to think and stop for a second, mourning the many fallen soldiers all around you. There’s always another person close to the doors of death. No time to think, just another wound to mend. Just another piece of meat laying right in front of you, all bloody, broken and raw. Just another last breath a few hours later, after you fought for so long only to ultimately fail.

You breathe in, you breathe out. Disinfection and burned meat fills your lungs and even though your insides recoil at the smell, you take another deep breath in. And move to the next patient, who is already waiting for you. 

You struggle. Struggle to breathe. Sucking in air like a goldfish out of water, trying to escape from the darkness. The binds holding your arms loosen, your legs kick out, and you scream. Try to, as there’s still no sound coming from your lips. More binds fall away, some completely vanish, and some continue to stick to your body like a second skin, coated in cold sweat.

Some fabric. 

Blanket. A blanket.

It’s a blanket.

The confused thought process breaks through the darkness and the overbearing drumming of your heartbeat. You choke, and the tears in your eyes roll down your face as you try again to call out for help. Your mouth forms a single word, just a few syllables, a single name, but no sounds come out, just as the next wave of nightmarish real images wash over your mind.

The ghoulish white trees raised its blank twigs into the sky. You’re so far away you can’t make out details, but at the sight of something so clearly unnatural, a cold shudder wandered down your back. This thing shouldn’t exist. It shouldn’t be here, threatening with its very presence to life and dreams and development. Higher than the next mountain, with a blood-red flower growing on top. The petals were still closed. Thank the gods. You already knew something catastrophic would happen if the flower would come to bloom.

And you also knew who would be close to that flower. You have seen him in the few minutes you were connected to Naruto over the chakra of the Nine-Tails. You saw him and listened to the voice of the powerful beast and Naruto explaining the entire situation. Believed dead yet buried beneath a boulder, and yet. Without asking for permission from your platoon leader, you break formation. Slipping out of the medical tent is easy enough, and leaving the protected area of the Shinobi Alliance just as much. As you run towards the tree, you slip out of the garbs, marking you as a medic nin. Where you would go, those clothes would just paint a gigantic mark on your back. 

Finally. A small sound rips itself from your lips. High and whiny, nothing more than a pitiful whimper. But it’s a start. Still clawing at the confusing, confining tangle of linen and sweat-soaked clothes, you try again.

“O-!” 

Still too high, still too whiny, still too weak. Your hands subconsciously reach over the vastness of the bed, where he is supposed to be. But there’s nothing. Nothing but emptiness, and the realization he isn’t where he is supposed to be makes you drown in the sea of panic.

You are barely keeping afloat, anyway.

Out on the battlefield, it was even worse. Inside your tent, working away to keep some cannon-fodder alive, there was controlled chaos. Out here, there was not even an inkling of order in any shape or form. People fought bleach-white creatures, undead reanimated people wreak havoc among the living, and some people even attacked anything or anyone, so blinded by the fever of war they no longer can distinguish between friend or foe. 

You push all of that aside. Your goal is right ahead of you, cutting through the sky and looming over everything. Dodging and ducking, you weave through the lines of enemies and comrades like water. Almost no one attacked you, and if they do, you redirect their attacks elsewhere. There was no one able to stay in your path, as incredible as that was. You just had to get there, fast enough, quick enough, in time to save-!

“Love?”

His familiar voice breaks through the confused haze. Warm hands touch your shoulders, his skin cold and soothing against your fever-wrecked body. His fingers, gentle and light as a feather, knead your shoulder, digging into the tense muscle and trying to help. He tries to ground you in the here and now.

“Love,” his voice is closer than before, a lifeline you blindly reach out to, “Love… What is going on? Talk to me, please.”

Nothing but the tongue-tied whining and whimpering rolls out of your mouth. Like there’s no air left in your lungs, you heave and gasp, sucking in air while tears continue to fall. The nightmare is still too vivid, too colorful, too gruesome to break free from its grasp that easily. 

His grip on your shoulder tightens. He rolls you around, bringing you closer to the edge. You feel the cooler air, then the clash of his body against your side. Out of sheer instinct, you curl up, knees nearly hitting his chest as you hide away in his. You can feel him breathe, once the chest pressing against your shins and second, the warm waves of the air leaving his lungs hitting the side of your body. It’s cooling down the sweat sticking to your skin, a small blessing in all this mess.

His elbows dig into the mattress. You can feel it dip under the added weight, just enough to roll your body more into him. The grip on your shoulder changes, loosens, slides up and his fingers land easily in your hair. A few strands are curled around his fingers before you can even try to speak to him, while his other hand pushes itself between your body and the mattress. He drags you closer, closer and closer until all you breathe in is him, until you’re all safe and sound in his arms, and he can shield you a bit from the impact of the horrible imagery still haunting your mind.

There. You can see them now. See them all, but only he lived in your vision. He was the only one in colors, the only one to move full of grace, the crystal-clearness of all the details outshining everyone else. He was the only one who matters. 

Him. The one who never looked twice at you, the one who always chased after someone else, the one who you admired, adored and loved for so long without anything in return. 

There he was, in a marine-blue coat covering most of his body. The infamous mask, a bright dot of orange on his dark person clipped to his belt, half of his face speckled in the same bleach-white of the creatures your comrades die to like flies. 

There was no way he would ever react to your voice in any way. You never mattered to him, he probably forgot all about you, a mere phantom of the past and living in the background of his memories. Still, when you spotted him, even from afar, your mouth opened wide and his name rolled off your tongue like it was second nature.

“Obito, I-! I can’t. There were so many people dying around me, I-!”

“Ssh.” His hug around you tightens. With every soft breath moving against your face, you can feel a shred of your anxiety peeling away. “Ssh, it’s fine now. It’s all good. I’m here with you. You’re here with me. Alright?”

A sob which had been stuck in your throat lodged itself free. You shake, tremble, just a leaf in the storm of your nightmare, and you start to cry into his chest. You shake your head as you cry, the sobs plentiful and tears coming from a bottomless well. 

Obito lets you cry. He always does. He understands your nightmares, listens to the terrors and soothes you back to sleep, all with the patience of a saint. He always understands when you just need to be held and silently comforted, so, he continued to hold you and comb with feather-light touches through your hair, while more and more tears fall and soak into the linen of the mattress cover. 

“Not this nightmare again, huh?” He mumbles. His lips move against your temple, pressing a kiss to your skin there. Another deep breath in and another kiss breathed to your temple, only for his hands to wander down to your waist. He drags you closer yet again, with his face shifting, so he can bury his face in the side of your neck. His breath brushes now against your rapidly beating pulse; another reassurance he is there with you. “It’s… what, the third time this month?”

You nod, while more sobs wreck through your body. “Yeah… I… Fuck.”

“Maybe another talk with Tsunade is in order?”

“She has no idea either. And I won’t…” You sniffle, a pitiful creature all around. “I don’t want to take any medicine. Not for this.”

Medicine which would muddle your senses and drag you down.

Your heart pounded in your chest like war drums. The scream nearly tore your voice cords, but as you already thought, none of the important figures took notice of you. They were too high above you in reputation and skill for your lowly voice to reach them. They didn’t even glance into your direction, and as their fight continued, the earth shook and the sky crumbled. At least, the chakra of all those powerful characters made you shiver and shake like the ant you were. 

Your eyes were glued to him, to Obito, how he fought and hurt and tried to kill. Even though he was the enemy, your heart cheered whenever he managed to outplay his enemies. Your allies. Your friends. Your comrades by duty, honor and blood.

Your mere feelings betrayed them all.

If you were stronger, maybe Obito would have noticed. If you were stronger, you could have been able to chase after him. If you were fucking stronger, you could have been with him. But you simply weren’t.

“Love? Hey, love. You’re drifting off…”

“Obito?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“I’m sorry, I should have… I’m weak. Too weak for you. I could have done something to help you, to bring you back to Konoha, to save you.”

“Love, what are you…?”

“Obito, I never told you…” You breathe in, your heart still thundering in your ears and chest. “I love you. Loved you since we were children. I never said anything out of respect for Rin, but I can’t let you continue like-!”

“Love, I know. I know that.”

That ripped you out of the daze. You stutter, pause, and blink. Your vision returns, finally. Two visions overlap: once the battlefield with the tree covering half of the sky, on the other hand the solitude and peace of your bedroom - the bedroom you share with Obito.

Obito. The guy you met on a mission, years after you two drifted apart during childhood. The guy who was always late for everything, the guy who saved your ass when you were out of chakra. The one guy who came to visit you in the hospital, always with flowers or some silly little trinket as a gift. The guy who always smiled at you like you were the moon hanging upon the night sky, like you were his personal north star, like you truly meant something to him. All the dates and meetings came back to you, together with all the times you two shared - happy memories, not so happy ones, and everything in between.

Your Obito is there. Blinking once and twice, you try to clear your vision from the tears still rolling down your face. 

“You’re here…” you whisper, “oh gods, Obito…”

“I’m here, my love. Still all yours.”

“I thought… for just a moment, I… That dream, it was so real this time…” You close your eyes, trying to erase the pictures still. “I really thought there was a war. That you went rogue. That you tried to…”

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.” His voice rumbles in his chest, and you sob. Sob because he is really there, with you. “Love of my life, my sun and stars, my lovely little pumpkin seed, I’m here with you. You’re here with me. Like last night, like the night before, and all the other times. I’m not going anywhere.” His nose rubs over the side over your neck, more and more kisses peppering up and down your skin. Then, you can feel a grin form. “You’re not getting rid of me so easily.”

“I just…” For the first time since you woke up, you breathe in fully. It feels like a blanket is lifted off your chest and shoulders, even the surrounding details become more and more prominent, even in the darkness of the night. There was the half-open wardrobe, your clothes neatly folded and Obito’s barely stuffed into the belonging compartments. There are the pictures hanging on the walls and pictures on the nightstand: on his there is a picture of his old team with Minato Kamikaze, Rin and Kakashi; on yours is a picture of your family and your own old team. The big plant in the corner of the room is where you left it, just like the basket with the dirty laundry. His sweaty uniform peeks out of the basket, it needs washing. Desperately so. You know his toothbrush in the bathroom would be only half-heartedly cleaned, while yours is carefully stored away. You know there are two to three meals frozen in the freezer; all cooked by Obito and placed into the containers by you. You know all those details, because this is your life with him. 

More tears fill your eyes as the reality filters in, covering up the nightmare like a blanket. “Oh gods… Obito…”

He hugs you closer, his embrace as secure and comforting as always. “No worries, love. No worries. Nothing happened.”

“It’s just… the dream felt so real this time.”

“Yeah? What happened?”

“You were…” You tried to swallow the ball of anxiety in your throat. “You fought against an allied force.”

You can feel his smile more than you hear it in his voice. “Really? What allied forces?”

“All Shinobi nations? Brought together by your plan to enslave the entire world in an illusion to ensure…”

His arms around you tighten. For a second, you choke, sputter, cough out. His arms feel like iron, pressing down on you and making it hard to breathe. Then, just in the blink of an eye, the feeling is gone in an instant, and you cuddle into his arms and chest. “To ensure that there would be world peace from now on.”

One of his hands slides up your waist. It draws a long line, from your hip to your waist up to your neck, and even further. You allow Obito to tip your face back, so you have no choice but to come out of your shell and the hiding place against his chest. In the soft moonlight falling through the window, you can make out the precious details of his face. Rough scars on one side, the other wrinkled by worry, care and love. His lips descend upon yours. The gentle kiss clears your mind even more so of the fog of a dark nightmare, chasing away the terrible pictures like it was nothing. 

His thumb caresses your cheek, the rough and scarred skin stroking over your cheekbones with such obvious admiration it takes your breath away. “I would never,” his forehead bumps into yours, “never ever betray Konoha like that. You know me. Sure, there were many hardships in my life, but which shinobi hasn’t suffered one or two times during their career? Did I have you in that dream of yours?”

“No.” Slowly, to not break the precious contact between the two of you, you shake your head. “You never looked at me.”

“See? I must have been crazy to not notice how awesome you are. Was there someone by my side?”

“Uhm… Does Madara Uchiha count?”

That, somehow, stuns him into silence. His entire body stiffens, only for him to nod. Nod and close his eyes, wrinkles forming in the corners. And his mouth… 

You gasped. “Are you seriously laughing at me?”

“No, love.” A muffled chortle laced every word, though. “Absolutely… Madara Uchiha, you say?”

“Don’t make fun of me!”

“I’m not… but… it is kind of funny.”

Before you could even think of struggling your way out of his embrace, Obito’s low laughter rolled through his chest. He doesn’t allow you to look away, his forehead pressing a bit harder into yours as he continued to explain, all the while his teeth flash from time to time in the darkness. “I’m feeling honored that you think I could keep up with that old dirtbag, but I’m certainly not that strong. That dude apparently leveled mountains? I can maybe put a decently sized hole in one, but not flatten one.”

Still, the pout continued to live on your face. Obito noticed after a few more seconds of silence, and his boyish grin faded. “Listen,” the tip of his nose brushed over yours, “the guy is nothing but a rotting skeleton by now. There’s no way he survived time. But,” he raised his lips to your forehead, pressing a gentle smooch there, “I’m feeling very, very honored you have such high expectations of me when it comes to treason.”

He just knew what to do to reassure you. The dream had been more real than the last ones, so he gently guided you through reality. Of course, Obito wasn’t as strong as Madara. Very strong by himself, and fighting alongside Kakashi they were nearly invincible, but no one but Hashirama would ever reach the level of his ancestor. His reality check helped; the coldness in your limbs eased away and made space for the love and comfort tingling in every fingertip and toe. 

But he wasn’t done yet. His eyes flickered in the soft darkness, drinking in every detail of your face, all the while his mouth moved and his words made you relax more and more. “Listen here, love. I’m right here with you, and I won’t ever leave willingly. That Obito in your dream, he was a dumbass. He had no one but an old fossil to probably misguide him into that stupid world domination plan of his.” His mouth moved, pressed a silly little kiss to the tip of your nose. A giggle broke from, and his grin returned. “Aah, there you are. Where was I…? Aah.” Another breathy kiss, eliciting another giggle of yours. Suddenly, Obito grows serious again, his voice unbearably soft and gentle. “You anchor me, ground me, lift me up. I want nothing else but to wake up beside you every day of my life. I could never run off and do whatever I did in your dream, because it would mean that I would betray you. It would lead me away from your side, and I won’t ever do that.” Finally, his mouth found yours. Just a quick peck, sweet and short, only for another to follow. And another, each kiss lingering longer than the one before, right until your lips parted, and his tongue delved into your mouth. You sunk into the sea of love and lust for him, but just when the emotions threatened to overwhelm you, Obito pulled back.

His breath is labored, each wave brushing over your heated face as a promise. “Damn,” he sighs, “let us definitely go back to that in the morning. Right now, I just want to hold you. Make sure you know for sure that I will never leave you, because I love you.”

You sigh as well. Right. Obito loves you. There’s no more doubt in your mind when you lean your temple against his shoulder and close your eyes, enjoying his presence and embrace alike. 

“I love you, too,” you mumble. You can feel one of his hands  cup your face, holding onto you and making sure your sleep wouldn’t be disturbed again. 

Everything is alright. Obito is with you, by your side, not having left the village. He loved you, you loved him. That nightmare didn’t matter at all, as it wasn’t reality. 

Because this here, you being in Obito’s arms, this was real. 

The Tsukuyomi-plan was a full success. As Obito looked down on the people he fought just a few minutes ago, all of them encompassed by the strings of the chakra-fruit-tree and starting their own dreams, he faintly wondered why they would struggle so much against the inevitable. Besides, it was peaceful on earth from here on out. Why did it matter which way it was achieved?

Madara had left the battlefield some time ago. Obito didn’t care where the old grunt went. Time to search for his own place to lie down and escape from this hell. As he wandered over the flattened surface, his naked feet with the scales of the Juubi scuffling through the ash and dirt, he paid no mind to the freed people left and right. They all led now happier, more carefree lives, without any hurt or pain or torture. 

The fight had formed a small crater. When he reached the top of the rim, he could overlook the wide fields around. So many more people, but none of them laid close enough…

Wait. There was one cocoon, so close that the inhabitant must have been able to watch the battle up close. Obito remembered faintly an unknown voice calling out his name, but the chakra source had been so insignificant he hadn’t bothered. None of the others reacted to the shrill voice, as well.

Now, he had the time to inspect the source. A last act of curiosity before he would be with Rin again. Removing the cocoon around the face was nothing but child’s play to him. But when he looked into the face of the person inside, there was nothing. Not a memory coming back to him, not a sudden flash of a realization, nothing. This person had no business calling out to him in the middle of a fight — like they worried about him, his brain chimed in. Maybe their Tsukuyomi would help him understand.

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Love of my life, my sun and stars, my lovely little pumpkin seed, I’m here with you. You’re here with me. Like last night, like the night before, and all the other times. I’m not going anywhere. You’re not getting rid of me so easily.”

“I’m feeling honored that you think I could keep up with that old dirtbag, but I’m certainly not that strong. That dude apparently leveled mountains? I can maybe put a decently sized hole in one, but not flatten one.”

“Listen here, love. I’m right here with you, and I won’t ever leave willingly. That Obito in your dream, he was a dumbass. He had no one but an old fossil to probably misguide him into that stupid world domination plan of his. Aah, there you are. You anchor me, ground me, lift me up. I want nothing else but to wake up beside you every day of my life. I could never run off and do whatever I did in your dream, because it would mean that I would betray you. It would lead me away from your side, and I won’t ever do that.”

“Damn, let us definitely go back to that in the morning. Right now, I just want to hold you. Make sure you know for sure that I will never leave you, because I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

The weak spark of interest in his chest turned into dull pain. A lance of unknown emotions piercing right through his skin and bones, bothering him so much he actually reached up to massage the spot where his heart continued to drone on and on and on. 

Someone had loved him from the shadows. For so long without receiving anything in return, right down to the point they were freed by the Tsukuyomi. And now, they dreamed of a peaceful life with him. A life in which they loved each other. 

It was a decision made in the spur of the moment, but Obito couldn’t care less. The scales of the Juubi rustled along his body like dead leaves in Autumn as he lowered himself into the dirt. What better place to fall asleep than beside a person who at least cared about him in some way?

Even though he had no idea who that person was. Still, it was nice, Obito thought to himself as he closed his eyes, his mind already slowing down and the first pictures appearing in front of his inner eye, to know that there was someone beside his real body who had always loved him. A small reassurance, right before he drifted off.

Kakashi. Rin. Minato. Kushina.

And… hey, love.

Nice to meet you.

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Reader begging for Konan’s life: Part VI

You were making your way through the winding hallways to the meeting room to deliver Sasuke’s progress report to Tobi. He was currently convening with Kabuto about preparations for the war to come. You entered the room quietly and waited patiently while listening to the closing remarks of the conversation.

“You’re quite a collector,” Tobi commented casually.

Kabuto chuckled and gave a sinister smile. “Why yes, I am. It’s really become a passion of mine, to fine remarkable shinobi and harness their power for my own. I’m truly grateful for my predecessor Orochimaru laying the groundwork and he truly had an obsession with finding rare jutsu and searching the world for immorality; but unlike him, I don’t seek to live forever, but outlive everyone and gather everyone’s precious traits as my own.”

“And after the war, there will be many for you to harvest.” Tobi concluded, understanding Kabuto’s bigger picture.

He chuckled again. “You could say that. There will be plenty of specimen to sort through and add when all is said and done. Currently, I’m interested in a finding the remains of a relatively deceased rain shinobi. I believe they would make an excellent addition,” he spoke lightly with mischievous glint in his eyes.

Your ears perked up at the sound of your homeland and your heart increased wondering who Kabuto was talking about. Your mind immediately went to Konan and you hoped she was safe.

Tobi kept his cool, but his eyes narrowed at the snake. “You speak highly of this jutsu. Show me how it is cast so I may see the durability of it,” he spoke coldly.

“You wish to see my strength,” Kabuto reasoned, his tone level.

Tobi gave a fake smile beneath his mask. “Remember we’re on the same side now and I need to know if I can trust you. If you can deliver me troops for this war that can stand and fight, you’ll get Sasuke at the end of this as I promised.”

Kabuto smiled lightly in returned. “Fair enough. Perhaps, I can scrounge up a demonstration later today or tomorrow.” His snake like eyes drifted to you before returning to Tobi’s. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get my hands on the rain ninja in time though.”

Tobi was becoming irritated. “Whatever you can scrounge up will do.”

Kabuto nodded as he got up. He locked eyes with you while walking to the door where a white Zetsu waited for him to escort him out. When Kabuto was long gone, Tobi turned his attention to you to see you had a concerned look.

“Do you know who Kabuto is looking for in the rain country?” you asked worried.

“No. Now what’s the progress report on the patient?” Tobi answered shortly and switched the subject.

You were left feeling uneasy but dived into the progress report of Sasuke and the details of his temperament today. You expressed how he was becoming more irritable and how he had started working out continuously in his room by doing pushups, pullups, sit-ups, etc. You told Tobi how Sasuke requested his sword to be returned to him so he could train with it which Tobi didn’t think it was a good idea with his blindness but relented to have you give him a rod to train with instead.

“He also complained about the food again,” you lastly mentioned.

Tobi sighed and had tilted his head back in exasperation. You heard him mumble to himself some semblance of “does this kid think they have a gourmet cook on staff” before lifting his head up to address you. “What do you suggest?”

“I can make a trip out to the closest market or scrounge for some herbs and whatever else I can find outside. I can try to cook something up if needed. I used to do it back home…” You offered.

“You cook?”

“On occasion. I’m not the best, but…”

“That’ll do. It will beat whatever canned and rations we have stored.”

You nodded and noticed how tense Tobi was.

There was silence between the two of you for a moment before Tobi stood up and stretched his limbs. “Would you like to spar?”

You again nodded, meeting his eye. He seemed pleased as he gave the command to follow him, so you did through the hideout and to an ascending exit you had not been through before. When you both emerged from the ground you were in the midst of foliage where Tobi mentioned you could use the exit to scavenge for food later. You nodded and feeling somewhat happy to know he trusted you with the knowledge of the exit.  

You two walked to a small clearing where Tobi took a fighting stance and so you too took your position and readied yourself. The two of you began to spar. The fight was simple tai-jutsu that worked your muscles and reflexes. Tobi already knew you didn’t have strong ninjutsu methods so he kept it basic for training purposes only. It had been a while since he trained with a partner. Most of the Akatsuki members trained by themselves and only really tested their strength against each other when they were angry like when Deidara wanted to throw clay bombs at him. Tobi huffed, he didn’t miss the yellow ponytail bastard.

You two went on fighting for a while and Tobi could feel the stress easing off of him. He still had a lot to be concerned with but while sparring he only had one. Soon kunai were introduced into the mix and you managed to tear his sleeve with a swipe of your strike. He stepped back but you proceed to follow him. He blocked your next strike and rendered the blade useless in your hand and took hold of it.

You dodged gracefully. Ducking and escaping his attack. He now pursued. You planted your foot and with the other one kicked the kunai out of his hand.  He caught your leg and twisted it up higher and you fell to the ground with a loud thud. He landed on top of you claiming victory. Both of you were breathing heavily.

While your breaths mingled, you peered deep into his red eye and without thinking blurted out the question that has been on your mind for a long time. “Who are you?”

He got off of you immediately and stood up. You sat up while analyzing his demeanor, not sure if he was upset.

“I know you’re not Madara. Kabuto has his body, and he can’t have his body if he’s not dead. You’re an Uchiha but I know Tobi is not your real name. So, who are you really?” you asked more gently this time as you stood up.

“The real me died a long time ago,” Tobi mentioned solemnly.

You stepped closer to him, placing a hand on his back and another on his arm. You gradually swayed him to turn around and he saw the compassion in your eyes.

“Was it when you lost the girl you loved?” You asked softly.

“Yes,” he breathed honestly. “It was when I was betrayed by the one I trusted.”

You became sympathetic towards him but found it was hard to truly read how he was feeling through the mask he wore.

“May I see you face?” you requested.

You saw his eye widened slightly and he hesitated to say the next few words.

“This mask does not only conceal my identity but hides my disfigurement,” he revealed softly.

You understood more clearly then and recognized an insecurity that he hid. Your eyes moved from his head down to his body to see the sleeve that was torn during your sparring. His arm showed white patches and wrinkled scars of battered skin. As a medical ninja, you touched his arm before meeting his eyes once again in a soft gesture.

“That won’t matter to me. I want to see the real you.”

His heart skipped a beat and butterflies buzzed in his stomach as your hands came up to reach for his mask. In a moment of panic, he stopped you.

“Perhaps another time,” he mentioned calmly, doing everything he could to keep his breath even.

The disappointed look upon your face made him regret his decision instantly; but still, he broke away from you.

“Gather what you can while there is still daylight and return to the base by night fall. Take all the time you need.” Tobi stated before he left you in the middle of the clearing to fend for yourself.

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[yu-huuuu]

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶;; 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦

[ 🌸 ] uchiha version

characters: itachi uchiha; obito uchiha; madara uchiha; sasuke uchiha; shisui uchiha

genre: fluff

warnings: none, fem!reader

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itachi uchiha

*cute boy *against all odds, his interest in you did not begin at the academy. *actually, you and him weren't even in the same class, lmao- it all started on a mission. *he didn't even turn to look at you when the hokage told him that you would be on his team lie, he did- he even turned to look at you twice

*things got a little crazy in the mission, and suddenly your team was surrounded by enemy ninjas. Quickly, four of your group members were injured, and itachi was starting to wear out. He had really forgotten about you

*and it is just at that moment that you manage to reach him after putting your injured companions in a safe place

*my boy let out the air that he had been holding after he realized that you were fine and that he was not alone in this, haha

*after the fight and reaching Konoha successfully, and after checking that the injured were okay and giving the report to the hokage he approached you

A quiet, yet soft voice spoke to you from behind you, "… I wanted to thank you for earlier"

*you smiled tenderly at his grateful words, assuring him that there was nothing to be thankful for

*obviously, you weren't aware of the little jump that Itachi's heart gave when he saw your pretty smile.

*the poor kid froze before mentally beating himself up to compose himself.

*just as you were leaving, he stopped you

“…would you like to go out some day?”

"huh?"

*although several months have passed, he will never admit his attraction to you, at least not for now.

*but you can rest easy… It won't take that long until Shisui or his mother encourage him to court you when they realize that he is feeling things for his pretty teammate.

"What's wrong? Is the whiz boy afraid of a pretty girl?" //proceeds to poke him in succession with his finger// “huh? huh? huh-?”

“Shisui… you have 5 seconds to run, and two have already passed”

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obito uchiha

*obito swore that he would not fall in love again after what happened with rin *but it happens that nothing goes as he wants *especially after you walked through that door of the akatsuki hideout with your stupid and pretty smile *he found himself looking for you after that meeting under the pretext that he didn't trust you for being the new girl lying boy, he just wanted to see your smile *on the other hand you were beginning to feel harassed by the awkward boy with the orange mask *your partner and his friend-rival realized that

"but senpaaaaaaaaai-"

"tobi stop pestering!"

"but tobi just want to see how the new girl is doing!"

"i swear to God and everything beautiful in this world-!"

"…can I turn him into a puppet?"

"guys…"

*they pretend that they are not interested if something happens to you, or that tobi does something to you they are a couple of liars

*but you can be sure of something- obito will never tell you who he is

*although if you want something with him, you will have to go for it, girl.

*he won't accept how he feels about you unless you make him see it, lmao

*although he will protect you feverishly even if both of you are not something

*imagine that you are on a mission with Tobi, and suddenly you come across something that could put you in danger

*oh yeah, just ignores tobi's mood swing and strange aura while he deals with the bad guys

*don't worry, he will be your shadow, although you will never know it.

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madara uchiha

*this intimidating man is a joke, pfff- don't look at me like that

*the man is a 10/10 when it comes to talking about politics

*but he's a 0/10 when it comes to confronting you, lmao

*you're not even from his clan to begin with, and his father only taught him to woo women from his clan, not outside women from the uchiha clan tend to expect certain behaviors when expecting to be courted

*anyway

*he started to fall in love when he saw your pretty eyes when you looked directly at him without any fear or shame

*he's not going to lie; it made him nervous

*because since his sharingan woke up, no woman dared to look him in the eye in the same way that you did, oh

*you make his stomach feel light and his mind spin

*and don't make me start with his face, which looks flushed and the fact that it feels very hot

*the man thinks you're some kind of magician or something, lmao

*because, my God, how is this event possible?

*The great madara uchiha in love? What a lie

*anyway

*do you have patience? good, you will need it to wait for the man to gain confidence

*because he may be confident and headstrong when it comes to the battlefield, but he's a cinnamon bun who doesn't know how to pose for the audience when it comes to the dreaded ✨romance✨

“come on, big brother… you can do it!”

"wait…- no izuna!"

"hey Y/N, my brother wants to ask you something!"

"izuna-!"

*God, please help him

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sasuke uchiha

*a disaster

*a complete disaster

*he can handle hate, you know?

*but he can't handle these beautiful emotions and sensations, oww

*make his stomach flutter and his legs shake unnaturally

*he's already a teenager, he thinks… he's too mature for this, he thinks!

*poor guy

*if he only knew

*anyway

*try to avoid you

*like, if you're on his "renamed team every chapter" he'll just ignore your existence

*He won't be rude, though!

*it will be more like a "good morning" in the morning and a "good night" at night, and that's it

*those will be your only interactions 💀

*ah, but don't let him see you in danger, he'll run to where you are without hesitation, pfff

*in the end, everything stops thanks to the intervention of Suigetsu and Jugo who couldn't stand the two of them

*somehow they manage to make sasuke bring up his feelings for you

*so they decide to help him at the end of the day with motivating words

"you just have to talk to her"

//jūgo nods//

"you shouldn't be afraid of her, she won't bite you"

//jūgo nods//

"don't tell me that the great sasuke uchiha is afraid of a girl-"

"…suigetsu shut up"

//jūgo nods again he can't decide who to support//

*in the end, he's just a soft guy who doesn't know what to do at the end of the day

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shisui uchiha

*you were his cousin's classmate, and somehow you managed to be friends with itachi

*and one day he finally met you

*shisui takes everything with humor, you know?

*he is a fun person who likes to enjoy little things

*like, he's the guy who's always in a good mood

*but when you're around him, his mind goes blank

*his funniest jokes suddenly forget, or he doesn't know how to explain them from one moment to another, and suddenly they are not funny anymore, they are embarrassing 💀 even itachi makes a subtle grimace on his stupid stoic face that he charges whenever he opens his mouth to deliver a “joke”

*he doesn't know what to do or how to react

*and for some reason, he stutters a lot when he tries to explain his joke again

*itachi is there luckily to comfort him at the end of the day, but: "no, itachi- don't give me love advice when you haven't even had a girlfriend!"

*somehow he will overcome this historic moment in his life and be able to woo you properly

*when? Uhh… someday, I don't know, I'm not psychic-

"You just have to talk to her-"

“You say that like it's easy, itachi!"

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[lale-txt]

what gets their heart pounding... ♡ [partly ns.fw] ↳ w/ Kakashi, Obito, Madara & Tobirama

a/n: reader is gn! Lale, you can't write those hcs for every series you enjoy—I CAN AND I WILL. i got positively possessed while writing these and now i'm thinking about turning each of them into a oneshot. picked my two favorite Uchihas and my two fav white haired men for this round, but i have other chars for this in the drafts already >:3c

❦ 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈

the subtle touches when you’re together; hands brushing, pinkies almost interlocking, your fingers tapping his arm to get his attention, his hand on the small of your back for a brief second when you move through a crowd; as if your bodies are simply drawn to each other

the urge to adjust your headband or to brush a strand of hair behind your ear when you’re too lost in thought to notice, only to snap out of it and look at him with those curious doe eyes, so full of life

the way your tongue pokes out between your lips when you patch up his wounds after a mission together; you’re so focused on his well-being that it makes Kakashi’s heart melt

your mumbled “you’re too reckless, i worry about you” that reveals just how deep that love for him runs, making it impossible for him to shove his own feelings aside any longer

the small gasp you let out when he pulls down his mask to kiss you with hunger and an unknown softness, as if he was afraid of waking up from the sweetest dream

realizing he’s not dreaming at all when you’re lying tangled in the soaked sheets together and try to catch your breaths, skin on skin, sparking little fires everywhere

your hand on his chest, feeling his fluttering heartbeat, eyes glued on your fingers as they wander down lower his stomach, until his cock is twitching in your fist and shortly after inside of you again

❦ 𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐎

everything, anything you do. this man’s heart falters the moment he feels your presence nearby.

hearing his name roll off your pretty tongue, a sound like velvet, catching him off guard whenever you call out for him, your face lightening up when he turns towards you (not knowing you’re his whole sun)

your fingertips tracing the scars on his face; a thing he has never allowed anyone before to do so, but with you… it’s different. you’re being so gentle, it makes him want to place his bare heart into your open palms 

feeling your soft skin for the first time when his hands wander underneath your clothes, exploring every inch of you paired with the sweet sounds you make, his breath hitching in his throat

your pleading eyes when you tug on the hem of his shirt, silently asking for it to come off, as if he could ever resist you. as if the essence of his soul wasn’t already stained in your colors.

the way your eyes flutter wide open when he reveals this scarred body of his and how warm your lips feel on his skin when you kiss and lick and suck from the side of his neck down to his hip bones 

now it’s your name falling out of his mouth, between broken moans, when that pretty mouth of yours wraps around his throbbing cock, lapping up everything he has to offer you and you’re doing it oh so willingly 

❦ 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐀

the sound of your laughter coming through the open window with the warm summer breeze. you’re his sweet new neighbor and he’s been smitten with you ever since you showed up on his doorstep, a plate of inarizushi in your hands to introduce yourself

seeing you reading in a corner the backyard, that little frown on your face while the tip of your nose almost touches the scrolls; you’re so eager for knowledge and he can’t help but admire this

the complete shift in your expression when you notice his presence (barely anyone does, at least not like you do), your whole face brightening up as you wave at him

hearing you late at night, when you don’t realize just how thin these walls are, the sweet sounds of your moans when you touch yourself. Marada can’t help but wonder, are you thinking about him? you couldn’t possibly… right?

feeling how hard he is when he finally gives in to the temptation, palming himself to the muffled sounds of yours, only a thin wall between the two of you, you so blissfully unaware of the mess you’ve made out of him when he spills himself in his hollow fist

seeing you again in the backyard a few days later, except that this time your kimono is hiked up to your hips, your legs spread wide, giving him a good visual on what happened on the other side of the wall

his sharingan ablaze, taking in the view of you, until you gesture him to come closer, closer, till he’s on his knees in front of you, showing you just how much he adores you…

❦ 𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀

the way you lean over him when he’s sitting at his desk in the hokage office, pointing out something on the scroll in front of him, but you’re making it so hard for him to focus with your chest pressing against his shoulder and that sweet smell of yours entangling him

the startled sounds you make when he wraps a blanket around your shoulders after you’ve fallen asleep in your office once again, and the way you drift back into sleep when you notice it’s him and that you can feel safe here

your apologetic smile when he’s scolding you the next day for working too much; as if he wasn’t missing out on sleep for the sake of the village and doesn’t secretly admire your passion and drive (being oblivious that maybe, maybe, you just want an excuse to spend more time by his side) 

the small “oh” coming out of your mouth one night, when you’re in the archive together, searching for one specific scroll, but instead his lips finds yours and suddenly your fingers are in his hair and his are pulling you closer by the hips and that scroll is completely forgotten (it was never about the scroll)

the tension between you unloading when you straddle his lap and all the useless fabric between you is shoved aside hastily so you can sink yourself fully onto his thick length

feeling you tremble on top of him until he wraps his arms around you, holding you so close to him while he slowly works you open, his lips on your neck, his dark, calm voice whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you clench around him 

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[somorrow]

Out of all the uchiha, who do you thinks got the biggest 👀👀

Goddamn this got me thinking. I can’t see any of them being small. 🤔 But overall, Madara!

That man literally IS the Uchiha. He set the standards, you know, so it’s kinda hard to “measure up” per se. 😂 Coming in hot would have to be Obito, but I can see him with a curve tbh. Probably upward for the angle. 😏 The next three would probably be around very similar sizes, although I can see Itachi being thicker than Shisui or Sasuke, but relatively straight (maybe a bit of a curve so it can fit down your throat a lil easier with his girth…) Shisui would definitely have a curve, and I can see Sasuke’s being a little curvy too, but veiny af — perfect paths for your tongue. ��

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[softesttangerines]

obkk is srsly a curse cz in the span of 10 years, that's the only otp that i go back to every 9months or so and it's annoying because i have consumed every remotely decent content of theirs put on the Internet, there's nothing else left and yet i find myself hyperfixating. Like leaaaave me alone, let me move on!!

#read every possible good fic and even mediocre one just to appease the thirst #reread and gaslit myself into thinking ive never read few fics just to read smthn new again #looks at the fanarts and yells about it whenever sad #done every possible before sleep scenario #LEAVE ME ALONE I NEED TO MOVE IN!!!! #obkk #obikaka #kakaobi #kakashi #kakashi hatake #obito #obito uchiha

[welkinsky]

Naruto Shippuden | Calling The By Their First Name

Requested By: @nanahatsugun <3 thanks for the ask!

Part 1: Kakashi, Naruto, Sasuke & Shikamaru

Neji

The guy ALWAYS has a cool demeanor and is rarely ever fazed by anything.

But this one time you two were training and he was teaching you a new move. What he loves to do is play around with you until you're super frustrated. Playfully of course.

But this time he took it too far. "Are you done?" you asked with a straight face to which he chuckled and said, "Yea yea now let's get to real training." But he tricked you again!

"Neji Hyuga!" You said standing back up. If you were not facing him you would have never realized the effect that it had on him. He completely froze for a second.

You never call him by his full name and are always sweet to him. And THAT is when he knew that he fucked up.

You couldn't hold in your laugh though heh it was too funny. Plus, you kinda felt bad for him. He never admits it when you tell the story to others and would pout a little when you do.

Itachi

Your relationship with Itachi is very mature & understanding to the point that you two rarely ever fight. It is always a discussion when any of you feel something is off and you get it sorted.

And since you both were away on missions most of the time you don't get to be together in the first place so when you do, you want to make it as good as you both could.

You both decided to meet in a nearby village to Konoha as your path were crossing in the missions. The decided time was afternoon but he didn't come, the evening went by and the night came and you were worried plus super frustrated because your partner was bugging you to move on with the mission.

As you sensed his Chakra and realized he was here you shouted "Itachi Uchiha you better have a good explanation."

He brought some flowers that he picked on the way which he dropped, lol he was so scared. You were the only one who can scare the shit out of the best of the best from Konoha.

Later he told you that he went to check on Sasuke and some of the leaf village ninjas got in the way so he had to fight a little. 

You felt bad later but didn't miss the chance to make fun of him later for his face was as still as a stone because of fear.

Not so much to your surprise he, of course, laughed along and admitted that he WAS scared for his life and genuinely haven't felt this in quite some time now.

Obito

He absolutely smothered you with love and had just the type of affection type that you wanted. A mix of physical touch plus an act of service. But he sometimes went too much with the act of service to the point you'd feel guilty about it.

You did tell him that it made you feel this way and he promised that he'll take care of it the next time.

This one time you told him that you loved this flower that you saw on the outskirts of the rain village when you were on a mission.

The next morning you woke up to your room FILLED with those flowers.

"Obito Uchiha" you shouted from your room assuming he was around somewhere. He got anxious thinking he did too much again.

You heard a weak "yes" from the kitchen. When you didn't answer he peaked from the door with just one eye peeping out.

"Come here" you demanded not facing him but the flowers. He figured that he went too far again.

But when you turned with tears in your eyes. He was relieved a little to know that they were tears of happiness.

Shisui

Shisui was the kind of guy who never really gave you any reason to be angry. You mention something once and he'll never do it again.

And your friends were huge fans of his. It was as if they kept tabs on him more than YOU did which was just funny to you at first.

But then it started to get annoying. They'd surround him taking nonsense and in their fake high-pitched voice when he was around.

He already was busy most of the time and never really got any time and whenever you two would hang out they will show up.

This one time it happened again. You waited, 10 mins passed by, 15 mins passed by and you were losing patience now. But you kept quiet because you knew that he was KIND OF a hero of this generation as he was so advance and people were fond of him, especially ladies.

But man oh man they were getting way too close. "Shisui Uchiha," you said as loud as you can making everyone go silent.

"I think we should go," he said bowing to everyone and taking your hand.

He started apologizing but before he could go any further, you stopped him. "I just wanted to get away from there, heh I'm not mad at you or anything," you said genuinely smiling.

Because with his politeness you two would be there for the next hour as well.

He let out a sigh of relief although he did say that you scared the shit out of him for a second there.

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[anime-fan-05]

Naruto ~First kiss 2nd part~

1st part is here.

I'm so proud of Gaara: he became Kazekage!

After everything that happened with the villagers, I'm so happy he has now managed to be accepted. Of course, there are still those who treat him badly, but I know that he'll never give in to his hatred again.

While I was deep in thought about my boyfriend, the investment ceremony ended. Oh no! I missed his speech!

In the meantime, Gaara came to me, so we could go to his celebratory refreshment together.

"Congratulations, Gaara!" I say and hug him.

"Thank you, honey." He returns the hug with love, holding me tightly to him. Then, we go to his refreshment.

As time goes by, I'm more and more nervous, since I will have to give him my gift: I decided I would give him a kiss, my first kiss.

How anxious! The time has come.

"Gaara -I get up- I want to tell you that I'm very proud of you. I also want to say thank you for always being by my side. So, now it's my turn: I'll be here for everything, okay? I may not be a strong and courageous kunoichi, but I can listen to you and help you if you need it." When I finish, Gaara has tears in his eyes.

"And as for my gift to you... I decided to give you something small, but significant. However, to give it to you, you will have to come here to me and close your eyes."

He looks at me questioningly, but he does as I told him anyway.

When he's facing me, I gently cup his cheeks and lower him slightly to my level, then I gently press my lips to his.

Today isn't a happy day for Kakashi, my boyfriend: thirteen years ago, during the Third Shinobi World War, his best friend Obito died.

I'm very worried about him, especially because he's been at K.I.A. stone all day.

I was so worried that I decided to go to him. Although I shouldn't invade his space, I'm too afraid: I fear he's suffering. And, if he suffers, I suffer too.

"Kashi?" I try to catch his attention.

He turns and looks at me. I can see his eyes: although he isn't crying, these are red and shiny. I know he's about to cry.

Without thinking twice, I run to hug him.

"I won't force you to talk, because I know you're very private about your feelings, but I'm here. I'm here if you want, if you need someone to be with you. I certainly won't be able to replace your father, Obito, Rin or Minato, but I can help you: I don't know if it's the same for you, but I think that even just the presence of someone can help us feel better. Seriously, I'm here and I will never leave you."

I feel him hug me back and bury his face in the hollow of my neck. I also feel wetness on my neck and light sobs.

After minutes of crying, he moves away from my neck, but he continues to hug me.

"Thank you, my love. I know I never say it, but I love you so much."

He lowers his mask with a lightning gesture, without giving me the chance to see his face, and captures my lips with his in a sweet kiss.

"Come on, (Y/N)-chan, give me a hug!"

"Tobi, please! I have to prepare our dinner!"

"But Tobi wants attention! Tobi was a good boy; Tobi deserves affection. Come on, (Y/N)-chan, hug me!"

"No, Tobi! If I hug you, you'll never let me go. Now, please, let me prepare dinner." It's the same as being engaged to a child! But Tobi is so cute, although at times he seems to transform into a more mature man. How strange...

"Tobi, I'll hug you only if you promise me you'll let me go cook."

"But Tobi wants to cuddle (Y/N)-chan!"

"Then, if you want tu cuddle me, you'll have to take off your mask. These are the two choices." When I look at Tobi, he's still.

"Tobi, are you ok? Sorry, I asked too much. Come -I open my arms- I'll give you a hug." However, he still remains motionless.

"No -here's his deeper tone again- I trust you enough to reveal my true identity to you." Really? Do you trust me that much?

After saying that, he takes his mask off, and I see...

"Obito?!" I can't believe it. He's alive!

"W-what... I thought you were... How..." I'm confused and I'm not understanding anything, but an incredible happiness spreads inside me: the person I loved as a girl is alive and is the person I'm in love with now.

Without even realizing it, I throw myself on top of him, hugging him tightly and starting to cry. He holds me close.

"Why don't you tell me? Don't you know how bad I felt, how much I suffered when I learned you were dead?"

"Sorry, (Y/N). I promise I'll answer all the questions you ask me. But first I want to give you another sign of my trust and love." Another sign?

He breaks away from our embrace and takes my right cheek with his hand, and his other hand gently takes my waist; after, he sweetly kiss me.

I'm really happy: today my boyfriend Itachi will return after a month-long mission! For this reason I decided to prepare him dango, his favorite dish.

As soon as I finish preparing dango, I hear the front door open, so I hastily hide the sweets and run to Itachi.

"Tachi -I hug him- you're back!" I feel him holding me tight, but it's different from his usual grip: this one is tighter, and he's holding me tight as if I could disappear at any moment.

"Are you ok, Tachi?"

"I'm sorry for making you worry, sweetheart. I'm fine, I was just thinking about how immensely lucky I am to be with you." His sentence makes me blush, but it also makes me wonder why he told me these things.

"Has something happened?"

"Yes, I met my brother when I searched for the Kyuubi with Kisame."

If only Sasuke and everyone else knew that Tachi did everything he did for his and Konoha's safety...

"You know I can't tell them." Did I say it out loud?

"L-let's go to eat? -I change the subject- I also made dango for you today!" I see his eyes light up and a small smile makes its way onto his face. So cute!

We eat in silence. I'm thinking about his words: he didn't tell me explicitly, but I know he wants Sasuke to kill him not knowing the truth about him. What will I do when he dies?

"(Y/N)? Are you ok?"

"Huh? O-oh, yes, I am."

"You're thinking about my words, right? -how does he know?- Don't worry: I decided all this. However, I won't die for two or three years, since Sasuke doesn't have enough hate in himself yet. And-"

"Oi, Itachi. Leader wants to meet us." No! You interrupted us, Kisame! By the way, who gave you permission to enter my house whenever you want? I'm engaged to Itachi, not to you!

"All right, I'm coming."

After donning the Akatsuki cloak, he turns to look at me: "Sorry, my love. We'll talk when I get back, but before..."

He comes over and hugs me gently; then, he bows his head slightly and he softly and gently presses his lips to mine, capturing them in our first kiss.

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[suvidrache]

Sleeping Headcanons - Part 2

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Word Count: 176 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Fics | Part 1

Featuring: Orochimaru, Zetsu, Sasori, Itachi, and Obito/Tobi

Orochimaru

Rarely sleeps, when he does he sleeps fully clothed and away from his s/o.

Zetsu

Both white and black sleep naked, black away from s/o. White sleeps cuddling s/o.

Sasori

Sleeps fully clothed. Unless he's hot, then he may take his shirt off. He sleeps with an arm around you.

Itachi

Sometimes shirtless, sometimes fully clothed. He sleeps fully clothed because it's cold. Then it's hot, so he takes his shirt off. Will cuddle s/o.

Obito/Tobi

He sleeps shirtless, naked, or fully clothed. Most times shirtless. Cuddling s/o or s/o on top of him.

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[aceopmari]

Attempting Sex…with Tobi…

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A/N: You try to initiate sex with Tobi, but unfortunately it’s hard since Tobi is…well…Tobi…

TW: Hand job, oral sex, mommy kink, breast sucking, getting caught, explicit. Minors DNI 18+.

You dragged Tobi to your room, wearing a sexy silk f/c robe. Tonight was gonna be the night.

“Where are we going, Y/N-Chan?” Tobi asked. You giggled. “You’ll see…” You slowly opened the door to your room and lead Tobi inside.

He gasped at the sight as you closed the door behind you. The room was adorned with candles. The rose petals on the floor lead straight to the bed.

“Ooooh, are we having a party?” Tobi asks eagerly. “We sure are…” you purred. You sat Tobi on the bed and stood in front of him.

You tugged on the belt of your robe and let it fall to the floor to reveal your sexy lingerie. Tobi gasped again, making you smirk. “You like?”

“Yes! It’s so pretty!” Tobi cooed. You sat down on his lap to straddle him. You place a hand on your breast as you flash Tobi a sexy smile. “You wanna touch them?”

Tobi reaches his hands towards your breasts as he nods eagerly. “Oooh! Can I?” You chuckle at his eagerness. “Yes Tobi!”

Tobi grabbed your breasts with both hands and squeezed them. You wrapped your arms around his neck and closed your eyes, as you took in the sensations of his touch. You let out a soft moan as the feeling of arousal starts to take over.

“They’re so soft! Almost like gumdrops!” Tobi cooed. You sweatdropped. And just like that, the mood died.

‘Okay okay…let’s just try something else…’ you thought. You skillfully unhook your bra with one hand, letting it fall to the floor. “How bout’ a taste Tobi?” You offered.

Tobi giggled. “Yes please!” You shift closer to Tobi as he partially lifted up his mask to reveal his lips. You raised a brow. ‘Is he not gonna take off his mask?’

“-Oooh!” You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Tobi’s lips suck your nipples. Your eyes fluttered shut as you moaned at the sensation of Tobi’s warm tongue, coated your nubs.

You threw your head back as your fingers glide through his dark hair in appreciation. ‘Whew! That tongue can work! Nice to know that mouth is good for something besides talking,’ you thought.

You smiled in satisfaction as Tobi removed his lips off your breasts with a loud POP. You hummed as you opened your eyes. “That was nice, right?”

“Yes! Thanks for the yummy milk, Y/N-chan! It was so good!” Tobi sang. You deadpanned. The feeling of arousal was now replaced with pure cringe.

You groan as you pinch the bridge of your nose. Tobi tilted his head in confusion. “Is something wrong?” You sighed. “Tobi…do you have any idea what’s going on?” “We’re playing a game aren’t we?” Tobi asked.

You decided to give it to him straight despite yours flushed cheeks. “Tobi, I love you really much. And I wanted to show you that…physically…you get it now?” You say knowingly.

“Ohhhh! You mean sex, right?” Tobi asked. You nodded as you blushed. “Yes Tobi. So do you think we could tone down the silliness for this one moment together?”

Tobi nodded eagerly. “Okay, Y/N-Chan! I’ll be good!” You giggled. “Okay, then lay down. I’ll give you a hand job,” you say with a wink.

Tobi giggled as he peeled off his pants and boxers before he laid back on the bed. Your eyes lit up at the sight of his 5 inch dick.

‘Wowwww! Tobi’s packing meat…who knew?!’ You thought. You grab a bottle of lube and squeeze it onto your hand.

You bring your hand to Tobi’s dick and begin to give him a few strokes. Tobi’s voice shuddered.

“Ooh…ohohohoho! That feels good~!” Tobi squeals. You smirk at the reaction. Now you were getting somewhere. “Feels good, right?”

“It tickles mommy!” Tobi cooed. Your eyes lit up in amusement as you continued to pump his shaft. “‘Mommy?’ I had no idea you had a mommy kink, Tobi! Want me to take care of you?”

“Yes, please~” Tobi moaned desperately. He partially lifted up his mask to reveal his lips. He then proceeded to suck his thumb like a baby as he moaned.

You deadpanned as you stopped the hand job. You were completely turned off. Tobi was taking his mommy kink way too far. ‘Okay let’s try something else…’ you thought.

You get on top of Tobi, positioning yourself so that your head was over his dick. “I’m gonna make you feel good now, okay?” You say. “Can’t wait!” Tobi cheered. You rolled your eyes.

You fluttered your eyes shut as you brought your lips to Tobi’s dick. You slowly start to suck him off.

“WHAHAHAHA!”

“HRRRRK-!”

Tobi squealed as he instantly came inside your mouth. His hips jerked upward, causing his dick to hit the back of your throat.

You took his dick out of your mouth and coughed, spitting the cum onto the floor. “Whew! That feels so much better! Thanks Y/N-chan!” Tobi sang.

You stared at him incredulously. ‘He didn’t even last five seconds…what on earth?!’ You thought.

You quickly shake it off. “Why don’t we skip to the sex?” Tobi clapped his hands. “Oooh! Fun!” You shake off the cringe and immediately instruct him to get on top of you so that he could ride you from the back. (You had a feeling that he wouldn’t be able to find your vagina).

Tobi slips his dick into your back entrance. You sigh blissfully at the fullness. Maybe this could be a pleasurable experience.

“Giddy up, mommy!” Tobi cheered. You deadpanned once again. If it were possible to die of cringe, you would have by now…

You turn your head back to glare at him. “Tobi! Sex is supposed to be quiet,” you hissed. “Aww but I wanna play! Now giddy up!” Tobi cheered again.

He starts rolling his hips rapidly, shoving his dick deep into your back entrance. You grip the sheets as you let out moans of both pleasure and pain while Tobi cheered.

You let out a yelp when you heard banging on the walls. “TOBI! Shut your mouth! I’m trying to sleep, hm!” It was Deidara. You froze. You forgot how thin the walls were. ‘Maybe it’s best to stop and find a hotel some other night?’ You thought.

Tobi turned to the walls. “Sorry, Deidara! Y/N and I were just having sex! We’ll try to keep it down!” He called.

You widened your eyes, completely mortified as your cheeks were set ablaze. “Yeah, right!” Deidara laughed.

“Did someone say sex?!” It was Hidan’s voice you now heard. You covered your face. “Oh my god…!” “Tobi says that he’s fucking Y/N,” Deidara says.

“WHAT? HOW COME THAT LOSER GETS TO CLAP THOSE CHEEKS?!” Hidan yelled out. “Looks like our little Tobi is all grown up,” you heard Kisame say in a teasing voice. “Both of you stop that. It’s none of our business,” you heard Itachi say.

Tears left your eyes as your face was on fire. All you wanted was a peaceful, quiet, romantic night! Now the entire base knew that you were having sex!

“Don’t be sad, Y/N chan! I’ll ride you faster if you like!” Tobi sang. “No! Fuck you, Tobi!” You cried. “But you are,” Tobi says.

You growled furiously. “TOBI! GET OUT OF ME!” “Giddy up, mommy!” Tobi cheered as he rapidly thrusted into you again. You cried and moaned as you gripped the pillows.

You cried for Tobi to stop but he just kept going. “Damn! Tobi must be getting that bitch wet! That’s it I’m coming in!” Hidan laughed. “Nooooooooo!” You wailed.

You heard Hidan banging on the door. “Tobi get out of me!” You cried. “But I’m so close!” Tobi moans. Your face was now redder than hell itself. “TOBI IF YOU DON’T PULL OUT-!”

“WEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Tobi cheered as he dumped his whole load inside of you. You whined at the sticky goop that filled your entire back entrance. Tobi finally pulled out.

“Look mommy! I covered you in milk!” Tobi cheered. “FUCK YOU TOBI! ITS OVER!” You roared. “I HATE THIS!”

“Don’t be sad, Y/N-Chan! Cmon let’s go for one more round!” Tobi cheered. With that, he shoves his dick back into your hole. “NOOOOOOOOO!” You wailed.

Tobi squealed and cheered as he rapidly thrusted into you. You screamed in pain as more tears soak your pillows. “TOBI IT HURTS! STOP!” Tobi stops thrusting. “I can’t! I’m stuck inside of you! It’s very tight in there! Hee hee!” You widened your eyes in horror.

That was when you heard a booming laughter come from Kisame and Deidara. Immediately followed by Itachi. You thought you felt your heart stop because Itachi’s laughter was the scariest thing you have ever heard. You didn’t think he was capable of doing so. But now all respect you had for him was officially gone.

Now you were furious as you squirmed. “GET OUT OF ME TOBI! GET OUT!” You roared as tears continued to soak the sheets. “Dont tug so hard! You’ll give me a boo boo!” Tobi whined. You buried your hot face in the pillow and hysterically screamed from both the pain and the embarrassment.

That was when you heard a loud bang. You and Tobi turned seeing a red scythe has poked through the door, creating a hole. The scythe pulled out revealing Hidan. He gave you a manic grin.

“Open up bitch! I’m clapping those cheeks next! And that pussy better still be tight for me!” He laughed.

You didn’t know whether to feel mortified or relieved. Maybe anyone would be a better experience than Tobi. But you weren’t sure if you were even gonna recover after this…

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[vohtaro]

obkb for @madablues for his birthday !!! the gift ofc is a lot of snakes + obito Struggling (tm)

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[historicfailure]

You spend your last days preparing for the inevitable. Meanwhile, Obito finds his resolve. 

~ X ~

Hey there! I'm so sorry for the huge delay on the last chapter. It grew and grew and grew. Sometimes, I wasn't even sure how I would finish this fic properly, because Obito was indeed a shitty friend through and through, and even when the epiphany hit me, I had no idea how I would properly execute the ending I imagined. It was hard, but I'm now very happy with the fic in itself and as a whole. Thank you all for patiently waiting for me to wrap this up! Thank you for the support, the comments and likes you left, and for suffering through the angst with me >-<

Anyway, enough said. Enjoy the last chapter! :D

~ X ~

“You’re incredibly stupid.”

“I know.”

Anko scowled at you, arms crossed over her chest, then turned to stare out of the window of your small, cozy bedroom. Rain splattered against the glass, and the gray clouds covered the entire sky for as far as you could look from your bed. 

“You,” she hissed, “are so fucking stupid, I wish I would’ve washed your head more thoroughly.”

You wanted to answer, but a few more petals blocked your throat. Coughing them up, you tried to breathe, but the plant probably grew another inch overnight. A quick breath from the oxygen tank sitting beside your bed later, your hand with the mask fell back onto the bed as you smiled weakly at her back. “I know, Anko. I know.”

Just a few days after the failed date with Obito, your health declined rapidly. One day, you were occasionally coughing up one or two petals and threw them away. Out of sight, out of mind, right? Now, you were bedridden and could barely stand up because you couldn’t breathe around the obnoxious flowers growing higher and higher. Sometimes you thought you could feel the plant grow, the roots digging deeper into your lungs and the blossom tickling at your throat. And the petals, oh, the petals. Sickly sweet on your tongue, the smell of flowers constantly in your nose between the cold retching and emptying out your stomach over the toilet or a nearby bucket. It was hell, and even though Anko visited with nothing but weak insults, it took your mind off of the inevitable. 

You would die soon. 

At the speed at which the disease progressed, it could happen tomorrow or next week. Not months like you hoped for. Weeks, days even. Not much longer to live, but you took it in stride. Some leftovers from the emotionlessness were your saving grace, making it… easier, somehow. Easier to accept your fault in this situation, and even deal with the reactions of the people around you.

Anko was actually the easiest to deal with. She masked her own weakened emotions with insults. Iruka visited the day before, and the entire time, his eyes swam with not spilled tears. He was the exact opposite of Anko. All emotions, worried fiddling, and asking if you were alright. When you were coughing up a storm, he looked even more worried, with his soft brown eyes going wide and staring at you like you would die right there and then. And Kakashi… Kakashi was the worst. At the message that your disease progressed quicker than initially believed, he turned into a ghost. Not a word of him since then. He never had been good at dealing with sudden tragedies, which you understood to an extent. 

Again, petals choked you and every cough hurt like hell as you tried to dislodge the petals. You were only dimly aware of Anko, how she instantly went to your side to pat your back and rub your shoulders, trying to give you some comfort as you struggled to just breathe. Only when another lump of petals and spit fell onto the blanket, you were able to smile weakly at her. “Thanks, Anko.”

Your friend merely scoffed. “Do not thank me for this. Do not say anything to me. I’m fucking pissed at you.”

“I know.”

“You shouldn’t have to die.”

Still smiling, you closed your eyes. “I know.”

“You shouldn’t…” The mattress by your side dipped down as Anko settled her weight fully onto it. “You shouldn’t have to struggle like this.”

“I know that.”

Automatically, you made some space for her. Without looking at you, Anko slid further onto the bed, until she could sit by your side and lean her head against your shoulder. You let her, still smiling and with your mind drifting off to nicer topics.

For a while, you two sat together like that. Nothing like the silence comforting you, only disturbed by the weak wheezes of your breath and the rustling deep within your lungs. Minutes passed by like hours, or hours like minutes. The timeless bubble burst when the soft vibrations of your phone started to rattle the nightstand.

You didn’t react, just let Anko look at the display and figure things out. Her irritated scoff told you exactly who was trying to call, and only when she accepted the call to blow a fart noise through the speaker, you cracked a small smile at her antics. 

“Let me guess,” you mumbled, some syllables already wheezing again, “it was him.”

“You should block his number.” But instead of doing it herself, the woman dropped the phone into your lap. “Seriously. He won’t do you any good.”

Weakly, you grasped for the phone. Strange, how fast your strength seeped away in just a few days. Maybe another sigh how much you fucked yourself over. When you saw the screen and the many messages Obito left, together with the notifications of several missed calls, you sighed and let the phone drop back into your lap. 

“I know.” The familiar phrase fell easily from your lips. Maybe, one day, you might even start to believe that you learned your lesson and truly “knew”. 

~ X ~

Obito wanted to trash and shout. He wanted to cry and weep. He wanted to hear your voice, to touch your hand, to see if you were alright. But he could do neither of these things, because you wouldn’t let him. But even worse, he couldn’t because he was so fucking blind and stupid to not see what was going on until it was way too late.

Just a few fucking days. A few days since he saw you hacking up flowers like there was no tomorrow and the terrible realization that he was at fault.

Yet again. At fault yet again.

Another realization which came to him in the dead of the night, making him sit up straight and groan out in raw despair like a wounded animal. You changed so much during the last months, right after the supposed “harmless, small” surgery. Right after the fight he had with you, the one where he told you about Rin finally accepting his proposal. It always had been him triggering Hanahaki in you.

He was the one to bring you so much suffering. And now knowing you were suffering, he drove in more and more needles with his behavior. Telling you all the struggles he had with the relationship with Rin. Him glorifying as well as complaining about her to you all the time, making you listen to him and give him advice. So many times, he had hurt you, and so many times, you just continued to smile and offer and hand out.

And he took so much from you.

Another sleepless night, and Obito laid again awake. The ceiling was awfully familiar these days, but whenever some anxious part of him would scream at him to go to sleep, he denied himself. He could only do that. As some small repentance for all the pain he caused you. 

But it’s incredibly self-serving, isn’t it?

She isn’t seeing it. She will never know. This is only to make yourself feel better. 

Like always, you’re looking for the simple way out, for yourself. You selfish fuck.

Obito turned onto the side, still staring blindly into the darkness. It was. He knew that it was. He knew he was a “selfish fuck”, knew it, knew it, knew it. A disgusting prick, dumb and stupid and foolish, and blind on top of that. 

You’re repeating yourself.

How typical. Wallowing in your misery like a pig basking in mud. 

What else do you want to do? Cry yourself to sleep as another service for you and yourself and your sake only?

Again, Obito turned in his bed. The sheets felt way too heavy on his skin, scratching and itching him to the point that he believed that ants were crawling right beneath the surface. What else was he supposed to do? What could he do? What did he want to do?

I want to be with her. I want to see her smile at me every day. I want to…

Love her so much. 

But would that be enough? After all the shit he put you through? Probably not. Despite his daydreamer-attitude, Obito knew that real life solemnly worked that way, that problems would be magically wiped away by true love and real friendship and raw honesty. In theory, he already knew what he had to do to be worthy of you and show that he wanted you, but the path towards that goal would be hard and unforgiving. Plus, Obito had to do something he never allowed himself to do: work on himself so that he would become a better human being. And, first and foremost, also become a real human adult, not an adult-sized high schooler with the mindset of a kindergartener. 

Before he could chicken out, Obito sat up and reached for his phone. He had to do it now, when the resolution was still fresh in his mind. If he pushed the matter onto tomorrow, he wouldn’t do it. Instead, he would continue to be a pathetic sack of bullshit and never forgive himself for not being there for you. Finally, after all this time, as a true friend and potentially a true partner.

The phone call went to voicemail. Once, twice, thrice. But Obito didn’t give up, selecting the same number over and over again, until the sleep-riddled voice of his childhood friend finally rasped through the connection. 

“You better call me for a very good reason, Dumb-ito.”

“I fucked up.” There wasn’t another way to say it. Obito kneaded his knee as he held the phone to his ear, staring blindly at the bedroom-wall and seeing nothing but the resignation in your eyes as you came up from throwing up petals into the trash bin right outside the cinema. “Kakashi, I need your help. I need to… I need to be better.”

“No shit.”

“No, you don’t… I need to do something. I need to work on myself because if I don’t, then (Y/N) won’t want to see me because I’m such a dumb fuck I didn’t notice her having Hanahaki.”

“Because of you.”

“Because of me”, he mumbled, cleared his throat, then carried onward, “because of me, she’s again in danger of dying, and I need to show her that I can change for her, so she will see me, and so I can…”

“Confess your feelings?”

“No.” His fingers stopped kneading the knee. Instead, they balled into a fist, tight and tense, but also determined. Obito breathed out, then his eyes focused. “To save her. And then it’s her decision if she even wants me. Either way, she needs to live. Nothing else matters.”

~ X ~

“Your Hanahaki is advancing really fast this time around.” Tsunade’s face didn’t portray one inch of her emotions as her stethoscope wandered over your chest. You didn’t pull a face at the unbearably cold point wandering over your sweaty, hot skin, just bore the sensations on your feverish body with stoic resignation. The doctor sighed weakly, then pulled the stethoscope away. “To be realistic, I give you a few weeks. Three, tops.”

Three weeks. Not even a full month. But the prospect of dying so soon didn’t seem that big all of a sudden. Quietly, you nodded at her estimation. “Alright. Seems reasonable.”

“Reasonable?” Tsunade snorted dryly. “I shouldn’t expect anything else from someone who already went through a Hanahaki-removal, but that’s cold.”

“It is reasonable. That time frame should give me still enough time…” You paused, coughed, and ignored the petals falling into the palm of your hand. Rolling over your bed, you dropped them in the trashcan right by your side, then turned and watched how Tsunade straightened to her full impressive height. “Should give me enough time to get my affairs in order.”

“You could try surgery again,” Tsunade said as she packed her stethoscope away, “I know, chances of success are slim and if it helps, you will still have trouble breathing, but you wouldn’t have to die.”

“No.” A weak breath in, and another cough shook your body to the very core. “No more surgeries. No more remedies. I made the same mistake twice, and if this goes on, I might make it a third time.”

“What?”

“Hanahaki? I believe,” still wheezing and coughing, you sat up, ignoring Tsunade’s helping hands and her attempts to help you, “I believe it’s punishment. I didn’t dare to confess my feelings, kept quiet about it, and got the receipt for that. I paid my debt and tried to move on, but was dumb enough to get back into contact with Obito. I made the same mistake twice and this…” You gestured around, to the trash can filled almost to the brim with more or less bloody petals, to the oxygen tank Anko brought with her “just in case”, and to Tsunade herself. “This is my punishment. I could have avoided this by confessing, this long and dreadful suffering through breathlessness and pain. It’s alright. It… It has to be.”

At your explanation, Tsunade merely scoffed. “A quite metaphorical explanation. And not what I believe in.”

“What do you believe in, then?”

“In medicine. In the ability of humans to do better. Maybe even a bit in love.” 

Only now, you noticed the thin gold band around her ring finger. While she spoke, the doctor subconsciously touched the connection to her partner, letting her thumb and index finger run over the ring like she touched some part of her lover. 

At the sight, you had to smile, despite the faint pain still running through your lungs. “Seems like you’re pretty smitten with them.”

“Unfortunately so.” Tsunade sighed. “He’s a terrible pervert and absolutely asinine most of the time, but he’s… he cares. Especially after the death of my first husband.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be. It has been years, and it was an accident. Now, with Jiraiya, it feels like…” She fell silent, thinking obviously very carefully about her next words. “I… I didn’t want to be together with someone else ever again. Plus, Jiraiya was, and sometimes still is, an incredibly lousy person. But he got so much better, worked on himself, and is definitely a better person than he was when we first met.”

“That sounds…” Another harsh cough wrecked through your body. When you pulled your hand away from your mouth again, there were some specks of blood clinging to your skin. With a low sigh, you reached for the nightstand and grabbed a tissue from the tissue box to wipe your hand clean. “Sounds like you went through a lot. Thanks for telling me.”

“I’m not telling you this because you’re supposed to feel sorry for me.” And back was the harsh and unforgiving Doctor Senju. “You’re supposed to learn from my terrible sob story of a life. Especially when you’re throwing your life away like this.” 

“That might be true, but ultimately, it’s my life to throw away.” This time, the cough didn’t leave your body easily. You wretched, you coughed, you doubled over while clutching one hand desperately over your mouth, while more and more petals forced their way up your throat, to the point tears streamed down your face as there was simply no air left in your lungs. 

Without a word, Tsunade helped. A gentle yet strong hand stroked over your back, while also preparing wads and wads of tissue to be placed in your overflowing, bloody hands. Hours of agony, compressed into just a few minutes. There was simply no air, with your throat constricting around petals and roots. 

“Doesn’t feel like I will make it to the Three-Week-Mark,” you joked weakly as you finally calmed down enough to even be able to speak, “more like I will die tomorrow.”

“Not tomorrow, no.” But you saw it in her eyes. She had to reevaluate her prognosis, so you weren’t surprised when she shortened your estimated time to two weeks. It was just the consequences of your actions finally catching up to you. For being too scared to ruin a friendship, for being stubborn enough to hold onto these feelings instead of letting them go, for being careless to bring yourself into the same situation twice. 

Two weeks. Still enough time to clear things up. 

~ X ~

Obito definitely felt out of place. The waiting room didn’t make it one bit better, despite all the supposed to be calming artwork and different shades of green and blue. Mint green walls, a light turquoise couch with sea-green… or sea-blue pillows sitting in each corner, and Obito tried very hard to not think about the many other people having sat on the same sofa, in the same waiting room, in the same predicament as him. Or a similar one, at least. 

For the tenth time or so, he dried his sweaty palms in his jeans. Fuck, the last time he had been this nervous was probably the day he asked out Rin for the very last time. 

No, not really. He had been so sure of rejection that it came as a shock when she actually agreed to go on one date with him. No, the last time he had been this nervous… that had been telling you about the date. 

Obito could still remember it as clear as the sun outside. Out of reasons unknown to him, Rin said yes to his proposal, which only left him to tell you. And oh boy, that had been more nerve wracking than anything he did in a long while. His tongue had been stuck to the roof of his mouth, his palms had been just as sweaty as they were now, and the words barely came out when he said them to you that day inside the café. 

What did that mean? Obito had a faint clue, but couldn’t finish the thought at all. A door to his right opened, and he looked up, his hands still pressed to his jean-cladded thighs. 

“Well, who do we have here?” 

Obito was first and foremost a man. Even though he was pretty unhappy with himself at the moment and didn’t even find the strength to properly shave his minimal stubble prickling around his jawline, he could admit that the therapist was a very beautiful woman. Red flames of hair cascaded down her back and was tied into a high top knot, with bloody red lips to match the hair. Her costume clung to her body like a second skin, while also looking as professional as one could be. With her bright green eyes, she mustered Obito, how he sat there in her office, feeling all small and shabby and insignificant in comparison to her.

A little smile flashed over her face. “Obito Uchiha? Are you my next appointment?”

He nodded. He couldn’t do more, not when his throat clamped basically shut. 

“Alright, then come up and in. After all, a therapy session is better handled in private.” Not waiting for him, she turned around and walked back into the office. There was nothing else left to do but follow her. 

The office of the therapist looked just as sophisticated as the woman herself. Two comfy armchairs faced each other in a sunlit corner of the room, with a wide oak desk sitting right across the room. Deep earthy and wooden tones mixed with rich red and blue, only to be subtly complimented by a glass table sitting between the two armchairs with a box of tissues waiting there like a promise.

Obito swallowed thickly. This was really happening. He was really here, trying to do… something. The tiny wave of relief eased the knot of anxiety curling in the deepest pit of his stomach. Only when the therapist waved at him to drop some of his things onto a nearby stool, he followed the suggestion.

For a few seconds, she continued to scribble something onto a notepad. More time for Obito to look around and inspect his surroundings, which did wonders for his nerves. His hands, now hanging loosely at his side, relaxed a tiny bit more and even the constant flow of sweat eased up for just a few minutes.

Just until the woman slammed the pencil onto her notepad. Her fierce eyes found him easily, and as she narrowed her eyes to muster him thoroughly, Obito believed to be scanned inside and out. An unsettling feeling, to be honest. Like she could see right through him, peer into the core of his soul and decipher his own complicated emotions with just a blink of her eyes.

Then, she cocked her head to the side, and the little bubble burst. “My name is Mei Terumi. As you know, I’m a licensed therapist. If I understand correctly from the call you made with my secretary, you want to work on yourself.”

Again, Obito wiped his sweaty hands off at his jeans. “Yeah. I want to… I feel like I have… I don’t know, like I’m not good enough. At all.”

“Ah. And how did you come to that conclusion?”

“I’m…” Again, Obito sighed, so heavy his entire body moved alongside the sound. “I didn’t pay attention to a close friend. There was a girl involved which I crushed on for a long time, and I neglected my friend for so long that they blew up on me. Rightfully so. I pushed her aside when she needed me, only to dump all of my troubles on her. I… I was just a huge asshole to her and now…”

“What changed?”

“What?”

“I asked,” Mei leaned back into her chair, “what changed your perspective? Something must have happened.”

All of it happened. Obito’s thoughts immediately flew back to the first time he saw you after the long break. He had instantly recognized you. He remembered the moment, so clearly, he had no problem recalling that split second in which your eyes met. Even after the terrible fight you two had, it all had been forgotten. Then eating ice cream together, drawing your boundaries for the first time, visiting you so many times Obito lost count, while Rin nagged him about spending so much time with you. All of a sudden, the situation reversed: with him scrambling to see you every chance he got and his new relationship becoming more and more a prison.

But was he ready to reveal the true extent of his mistakes to this woman? A stranger, even though she was supposed to help him? 

Mei was still merely looking at him. Unending patience laid in her eyes, so much so that Obito mentally slapped himself.

I’m doing this for (Y/N). She suffered so much that the least I can do is this.

“When I met her again after… a fallout”, he started, “and I… I think I realized that I missed her so much. That I had feelings for her which I was blind to.”

“And did you act on those feelings at all?”

“Later on. Not immediately.”

“And what now?”

“She has… I think it’s Hanahaki. And I suspect,” the slump in the pit of his stomach deepened, “that she had it before too. She… changed a lot over the period we didn’t see each other. And she mentioned a surgery, said it was her appendix, but… it was like she was never really there.”

“And how come you now want to work on yourself? How does that come into play?” The thunder of a pen clicking reached his ears, bursting the little bubble around him. 

Obito nibbled only for a few more seconds on the inside of his cheek before he answered. “I want to be better. I know I’m a shitty friend and have terrible habits, and I want to learn how to overcome that. Then, I hope, I can be a partner to rely on, instead of a flaky, unsteady friend.”

Mei scribbled something on her notepad. Gods, he just hoped it was something positive. Maybe something along the lines of “not a total lost cause”. 

“That is…” She clicked her tongue, only for her intense eyes to pierce right through his soul. “That is a satisfactory answer. For a man, that is. Definitely something I can work with.”

That sounded suspiciously like… “You will work with me?”

The smile the therapist gave him would have been scary if Obito wouldn’t be so desperate. “For now. Maybe we can dive a bit deeper into your issues with priorities for the rest of the session…?”

~ X ~

The days bled into each other the longer you laid in bed. And the longer you laid in bed, the weaker you got, and the harder it became to simply breathe. Except for the few times you threw up from the roots and stem tickling your lungs on the inside, nothing else happened. Your parents came by to help you organize a few things, mostly figuring out which part of your things could be donated and storing more personal items for themselves. Then, Anko showed up a lot, visiting nearly every second day or whenever her job allowed it. 

“I have letters for all of you.”

One late evening, you were actually sitting in your big armchair, with Anko lounging on the nearby couch. Your eyes constantly fluttered over to the spot where Obito sat just a few weeks ago, in his tank top and thick jacket, preferring to sweat away in the summer heat than showing you the scars of his accident you already knew like the back of your hand. 

The woman perked up. Even her hand holding onto a paper fan stopped for a few seconds, only to pick up just as lazily as before. “Letters? On paper?”

“That’s how you write letters. Or so I have been told.” You were proud that you could bring out those two sentences without coughing too much. Still, you took a quick breath from the oxygen container right beside you, before you could continue. “Yeah, letters. They’re in the drawer in my nightstand. Every letter is already addressed. I just want you to hand them over.”

“Alright.” Anko returned to her lounging, with her hair wildly curling around her head. “For whom are the letters?”

“Oh, the usual suspects.” You shrugged while taking another breath of oxygen. “You, Kakashi, Iruka. My Parents. Obito.”

“Dumb-ito!?” Your friend shot up from the couch. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously. He deserves one, too.” With a glare which could freeze hell over, you leveled Anko, who was in the process of starting up a discussion. “I have no more shits left to give, Anko. I don’t care if you think he doesn’t deserve one, that he’s at fault for my… I simply do not care. You will give him the letter, you will let him read it without making any comments, and you will not rip it away from him. If his letter doesn’t make it to him after I’m not there, I will come back to haunt you. Got it?”

“Jeez, alright.” You could hear her rolling her eyes from your position. Anko never had been subtle. “The letter will find him. One way or another.”

“Anko…”

“Fine, urgh. Dumb-ito will get his letter. Pull the stick out of your ass.”

“Not in this life anymore, no.” Another cough and another labored breath with the oxygen only giving a small relief, and you leaned back into your armchair. “Good. Another thing crossed-off my list.”

Silence laid again over the two of you, only interrupted by your occasional dry coughing. Through a slightly opened window, the hot summer air could stream in and fill the air with something akin to a cool breeze, not that it helped much. Even though you could feel the sweat running down your temples and sticking your clothes to your skin, you didn’t feel hot. Just… numb. Every feeling was overshadowed by the scraping of the flowers against the inner sides of your windpipe. 

Closing your eyes, you just tried to breathe. Breathed and relaxed when another cough rattled through your body, shaking you to the very core. Every nerve felt like it tensed and unclenched, your stomach trying to decide if you needed air more than to give in to the urge to vomit. 

“Everything alright?” Anko’s voice had the decency to sound worried. “You sound like you want to cough up a wet opossum right there.”

“As alright as one can be”, you rasped, only for another cough to break through. Somehow, this one was even worse than before, and when you were done, with tears standing in your eyes, there was blood speckled across the palm of your hand. Thick, dark red blood, which was bad.

For once, Anko didn’t make a comment about your state. You could feel her eyes following your every movement closely as you reached over to the coffee table, where a box with wet wipes stood. You didn’t have to look at your hand as you wiped it clean, you just slumped back into your chair with your eyes closed. 

“At this point,” you mumbled, “I would actually prefer dying sooner than later. I don’t know for how long I can do this.” 

“Don’t talk like that.” 

“What else is there left to say?” Still with your eyes closed, you shrugged weakly. Gods, you were fucking tired. Maybe a little nap would finally release you from this suffering. “I have most of my stuff in order, prepared my final goodbyes, even selected my urn. I’m done with this life, Anko. The only thing I’m waiting on is my dea-!”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Honestly, you half expected Anko to interrupt your negative rant. Seriously, some part of you hated yourself for being so casual about your own departure from this world. It wasn’t right, but the only thing left in your control. You could never really tell what Anko thought, but one thing you learned for sure over the last months: she was adamantly against all negativity on your part.

And talking about your own death definitely counted as negative.

Cracking one eye open, you looked at her. Despite the heat and her earlier lax attitude, your friend was sitting upright like someone rammed a steel rod right through her spine. Her eyes nearly shot lightning at you as a scowl came to life on her face, all hard lines and angry wrinkles.

“Never,” she abruptly stood up, only to squeeze yourself into the small space on your armchair, “ever talk shit like that again. Do you think your death won’t leave an empty spot behind? We all will grieve! We all will miss you like crazy! You had an impact on us, if you want it or not, and we will miss you. I…” The woman paused for a second, swallowed dryly before shaking her head. “I will miss you. You’re… probably the only friend with whom I didn’t have to hide anything. Not being the only one… is a relief.”

Not the only one in their friend group. Not the only one faking some emotions while lying through your teeth. Not the only one hiding some small part of yourself still. Looking into her eyes, you knew with sudden clarity that Anko had been feeling lonely all this time, when no one knew her secret. So incredibly lonely, just a spark of something living deep down in the pit of her stomach, but yet gnawing at her for years.

Anko always portrayed herself as the hard, tough, sharp woman who didn’t care and definitely didn’t ask anyone about their opinion. And yet, she was there, a bit awkward and concerned, but still trying to cuddle into your side like she was seeking comfort and companionship. And she probably was, in her own, very thorny and special way.

Slowly, you raised your arm so Anko could press her temple to your shoulder. She accepted the unspoken invitation, one of her legs dangling over the armrest of the chair, the other half of her body molded into your side. 

You wanted to say something, just anything, but no words would come out of your mouth. So, you let your mouth fall close again, and instead just enjoyed the simple contact between your friend and you. 

There wouldn’t be much of that in the future, after all.

~ X ~

Obito was in the middle of writing down a happy childhood memory with his grandma when his front door was nearly knocked down by furious knocking. Well, he certainly only knew one person who would be that brash to stop by around… he checked the clock and closed his eyes for a few seconds. At around eleven in the evening. 

I could let her stand there. Just let her stand there and climb out of the window. 

Right. She will probably break the door down and jump right after me.

Anko always had no sense of self-preservation.

“Open this stupid door, you thickheaded idiot!”

He could still pretend to simply not be there. Stay silent and sit with his pen clutched between his fingers until his knuckles turned white, right at the small kitchen table, and hope that Anko wouldn’t dare to really break the door down. There was a chance that she would just… leave. Maybe.

“I said,” more knocking and Obito swore he could hear the wood of the door groaning, “open the door you scared dumb fuck with pissed pants! I can smell the shit from out here!”

For a few moments, Obito continued to sit tight. Just a bit of hope he had left that he could maybe get away with it, only for a boom resounding through his entire flat. Fuck, he swore he could hear the bones of his upstairs neighbor rattling! 

“Open,” another, rather polite knock, “the fucking,” another kick, “door!”

“Stop it, you crazy nutcase!” There they went, his dreams of spending a quiet evening and working away on the task his therapist gave to him. “I’m coming to the door, but don’t kick it down!”

Thankfully, the banging stopped. Still, Obito couldn’t help but diddle a bit around on his way towards the front door, stopping for a few moments now and then in his small and cramped apartment. But he couldn’t stretch time out into eternity, and like that, he found himself with the hand on the handle of his front door and with a pounding heart. He really, really didn’t want to face Anko, not like this, but apparently, she decided to kill him now. Or something.

One last breath in, and he opened the door with a wide gesture and more courage than he actually had. “What do you want? Except for making sure I totally do not get my security deposit back?”

Anko’s grimace at his sight would have scared others, but lately Obito didn’t see any other face on her. “I do not fucking care about your security deposit, you dimwit.” Not waiting for him to invite her in, she pushed past him. Her elbows were as sharp as ever as they were pushed into his stomach. Obito didn’t believe in coincidences anymore when it came to Anko. But he didn’t say anything, just rubbed the small bruise above his navel and closed the door.

Of course, she also didn’t have the decency to take off her shoes before she stomped into his living room.

“Whoever is there above,” Obito mumbled while pinching the bridge of his nose, “please. Give me strength. Give me fucking strength.”

When he followed Anko into his living room, he was mildly surprised to find her still standing. Usually, she would instantly throw herself into the next best couch or armchair, whichever she felt like, but now she just stood there, with her hands not even in the hands of the pockets of her usual brown trench coat. No, instead her hands were balled up, hanging by her sides, with her shoulders tense and drawn up. 

Obito didn’t dare to go near her. Who knows what she might-!

“She’s dying.”

It took him a moment to realize who Anko was talking about. Only when she turned around, her face as cold as ice, he knew. His stomach turned upside down, and he felt like puking his guts out. 

“(Y/N)?” He had to ask. Maybe there was a tiny bit of hope that she meant someone else.

But Anko only had to nod, and the small spark of hope faded. “It’s bad. She’s… getting weaker every fucking minute I spend with her.”

“How is she now?”

“Barely able to breathe without coughing. I think,” for just a second, Obito believed to see the hint of a tear shimmering in her eyes, “I think she’s dying soon, Obito. A few days, max.”

A few days. Just a few days and (Y/N) would be gone forever. Just an empty shell left behind, for good this time. The nauseous feeling in his stomach turned into a block of ice at the realization that there was simply not enough time.

Anko turned around, the flaps of her coat swishing through the air. With her arms crossed over her chest and her stony face, she really was a scary sight to see. Only this time, Obito couldn’t find it in him to be scared of her, when there were more important things to worry about. 

He knew what was about to come even before Anko opened her mouth again. Still with her arms crossed, she stepped closer, so close he could see the frustration at the hopelessness of the situation burning in her eyes. “Just tell me: do you have some kind of romantic feeling for her? Just an inkling? A tiny-!”

“I do love her.” The answer was so easy, yet a huge weight lifted from his shoulders. Admitting it for the first time out loud felt… right. “I love her romantically. Loved her for a long time now.”

“Then why even let it come this far?” She threw her hands up. “Why even get together with Rin, why even chase after her when (Y/N) was right there? Always waiting, always looking after you, always caring for your ungrateful, blind ass?”

He shrugged. “Something to do with the security and familiarity of Rin as a childhood friend as well as a subconscious longing for more innocent and better times, according to my therapist.”

“A therapist?” Anko echoed. Both of her eyebrows shot upwards, nearly vanishing in her hairline. “Why the hell do you have a therapist now?”

“Because I obviously wouldn’t get better on my own. Besides,” he leveled a glare at her, “someone always said I should get some professional help because I probably fell on my head as a kid one too many times.”

“I still stand behind that statement.”

“The point is,” Obito breathed in, trying to not let his own anger at Anko get the better of him, “(Y/N) deserves some who is… good. Someone who isn’t like me.”

“But,” the woman crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him, “you’re the only chance she has.”

Just in time, he could stop himself from spouting the entire speech he already had half-written in his head. For the big moment when he could face you again. Anko would probably just make fun of him for the speech, anyway. So, he kept quiet, shook his head, and just asked: “What do you want now from me, Anko? Because you made it very clear you don’t like me for exactly that reason. Because I’m not good enough for her, and I fucking agree for once with you.” His stomach turned into a tight knot, while he tried to spit out the words which had been rolling around in his head for so long. Even longer than he had known Anko, you or even Rin. “I’m not good enough. I’m a fucking piece of shit. Is that what you want to hear? There, I said it! I’m a dumb loser who isn’t able to show up on time, who forgets and overlooks stuff, who can’t concentrate, who is so dumb and blind that he can’t even see when one of his friends is struggling so much that she’s on the verge of dying. I don’t deserve (Y/N)’s love, and she doesn’t deserve to suffer because of a brick like me.”

Silence reigned the space between them. Only his labored breath echoed way too loud in between the walls, and Obito could hear his heart beat thunder in his ears. All of his insecurities, bared to a person he would have never thought to open himself up to. 

Anko didn’t answer immediately. Her face scrunched up like she smelled something nasty, only to hiss straight through her teeth like a feral cat. “Good. Because you are a dumb idiot. But out of reasons which are beyond me, she needs you more than anyone else right now. So go, save her! I don’t care how you do it, but at least save her life, you selfish baby!”

His heart jumped into his throat. Did Anko really…? “What?”

“You understood me well enough! Save her, you selfish prick! I need my friend, and for that, she needs you to pull your head out of your ass, get out of that fucking door and spill the truth to her!” 

“Now?”

“The sooner, the better!” Her grim expression would have fit a battlefield more than this situation. “The flower is so close to choking her. Her coughs are… like her lungs want to jump out of her mouth at any moment.”

He could only imagine. The wet yet painfully dry cough he remembered from the last time he saw you was branded into his brain. It haunted him not only in his nightmares, but in his waking state as well. So hurtful, so hard your entire body shook, so harsh even his ears had bled. If the coughing only worsened since then…

“Come on!” Fingers wrapped themselves like steel around his wrist. Anko had taken a hold of him and obviously didn’t plan to let go of him. “Hurry up! This can be solved so easily now.”

But even though her fingers tried to tug him into the direction of the front door, Obito resisted. His brain thought all scenarios through, one more terrible than the other. What if you would reject him? What if you were already gone? What if you didn’t love him…

You know that the last one is bullshit.

You have the physical proof right there, under your nose. 

Don’t be even stupider than you usually are. 

Anko noticed his doubts. But for once, she didn’t say anything, just let him figure it out himself. And after all this time of doubts and running after a mere illusion of happiness, he was definitely ready to chase after the right person. 

Screw his doubts. As he half stumbled, half fell out of the door of his messy flat, barely able to pull on shoes, he had an epiphany. He would never be truly ready to face you. Never be good enough in his own eyes. Never live up to his own expectations. He could only keep on trying, and try to be better than the day before. 

He could only hope that he wasn’t too late for once.

~ X ~

Before your small nap, Anko had been right there with you, still cuddled up to your side, with sweat sticking to your skin. When you woke up, with blood coating your tongue and a cough wrecking through your entire body, she wasn’t there anymore.

Probably left to grab some food. 

There isn’t much left. 

That’s completely fine. I won’t need a fridge soon anyway.

Again, you closed your eyes. Nothing to do but try and try again to fall into a rough sleep. Maybe you were even lucky enough to finally pass away during that nap. That would solve a few of your problems, at least.

A deep breath in, rattling in your lungs, and you snuggled a bit deeper into the armchair. Tomorrow, Tsunade wanted to stop by again and check up on you, maybe even try to convince you to take your chance on confessing to Obito-!

The front door of your flat opened. Anko had the keys, so you weren’t concerned, but when you barely made out some hushed whispers and at least two pairs of shoes being discarded in the entrance area, your eyes popped open once more. 

You tried to peer through the dim darkness. One look at a nearby clock told you that it was just twelve minutes before midnight. Maybe Anko got drunk and picked up a stranger, only to do the dirty deed now on your poor couch? Who knew.

“Hello?” Gods, your voice was so terribly weak and croaky. You tried to clear your throat, only for new petals to block the path into your lungs. Choking and coughing, you at first didn’t notice how the light was switched on and how the living room was entered. You first found yourself leaning forward in your armchair, hands clutched to your mouth and speckled with blood as they slowly fell back into your lap. Then, and only then, you looked up to see…

Obito.

The plant inside your lungs throbbed. You had no other words, but there was some kind of surge as your eyes found his, and you started coughing again. More petals flooded your palms, fell into your lap, blood-red streaks over innocent white petals. Tears burned in your eyes, too many to stop them from overflowing. But there were hands; incredibly gentle and familiar hands there in an instant. Those hands touched your shoulder, wandered down to your back, patted you with a tenderness you always missed during the last week to alleviate some of your struggle.

“Sssh.” His low baritone was unmistakable. His voice rumbled through your body like a small earthquake with its epicenter right by your side. “It’s alright. Get it out. Get it all out.”

There was no chance of “getting it out”, but the petals and the roots made it impossible to speak. Your fingers turned into claws as the coughing just wouldn’t stop, more wetness spreading over your palms, mixed with spittle and so, so many petals. But through all the pain flashing through your veins, Obito was there by your side. His hands never left your body, trying to soothe the hurt he involuntarily and unknowingly caused. 

Only when the cough subsided, and you could breathe relatively freely, you were able to actually think.

Obito. Obito in my flat. Obito in my flat and trying to make me relax, helping me through a petal attack. 

One look up and past Obito, and you knew who the culprit was. Anko, the meddlesome woman who couldn’t just let you die in peace, seemed way too innocent. She apparently decided to try and fade into the background, which was so untypical for her that you actually snorted.

“Really, Anko? Fucking really?”

The traitor didn’t even seem guilty. She shrugged while inspecting her fingernails. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know exactly that this,” you gestured vaguely into Obito’s direction, “was exactly what I didn’t want. For him to see me like this, for him to pity me, for him to…” You didn’t want to look into his eyes. You couldn’t. There would be distaste at your state, with your messy clothes, the disheveled and unwashed hair, the dark bags beneath your eyes, the sweat and blood staining your entire body, the damned cough every few strained breaths. Nothing you could do about it but hide away from him, so he didn’t have to see what kind of creature you had been reduced to. You clicked your tongue while still not trying to arch too much into his hand still pressed to your shoulder. “I wanted to avoid this, Anko.”

“Too bad you have given up, but I sure as hell didn’t.” Again, the other woman shrugged. “Alright, have fun kids, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“Anko, you fucking-!” But like a Tasmanian devil, your friend was already gone, with the front door closing with a final, resounding ‘snap’. With a deep sigh and another quick cough, you breathed in. “Great.”

“I expected a lot,” his voice was soothing the lingering ache better than any cough syrup could, “but certainly not this.”

Any words you wanted to say to him died on your tongue. His touch was still just there, gentle fingers on your shoulder, with his scent washing over you. Dammit, why couldn’t you just stay strong for a bit?  No, you had to melt at his touch, his presence and his voice, familiar and wonderfully soft and warm. Like dried linen, fresh out of the dryer. Or more like a fireplace in a stormy night, a single beacon of comfort for you after weeks of silently suffering.

Truly pathetic.

“What did you expect then?” You couldn’t look him in the eyes. You just couldn’t. Instead, you let your head hang low, eyes transfixed to the mess of blood smears and petals in your lap. “Me laying prettily in bed and coughing a bit occasionally? This isn’t a movie, Obito.”

“I’m very much aware of that, thank you very much.” His low grunt as he kneeled down beside your armchair hit the side of your face. “Now, let’s talk.”

“Talk about what?”

“Talk about this here,” he pointed at the mess in your lap, “and about this.” He gestured vaguely into the space between the two of you. “You know? The important stuff.”

“As eloquent as always.” 

The hand finally slipped from your shoulder to your forearm. You watched with bated breath how Obito picked one petal up, inspecting the delicate yet wet flower, while his forearm rested against yours. 

“No,” you weakly swatted at his hand, trying to make him lose his grip on the petal, “it’s disgusting. Don’t touch that.”

But he didn’t let go, just continued to study the petal like it was the most interesting thing in the world. “What is this? Roses?”

“I don’t know.” 

“Maybe tulips.”

“I don’t know,” you echoed, “and it doesn’t matter. It’s killing me slowly. That’s all I need to know.”

He hummed under his breath. Another few seconds passed, in which he studied the petal to the very last detail. Turning and twisting it, not caring about the mix of blood and saliva on his fingertips. Then, and you could only feel it, he looked at the side of your face. “You really didn’t want to tell me about this, huh?”

“Not really, no.”

“Nearly fooled me there, not going to lie.”

With a deep, rattling cough, you leaned back into the armchair and closed your eyes. Less possibility to meet him, after all. “That was the point of it. Plus, the surgery made it easier.”

“Your supposed appendix removal?”

“That one.”

“Well, they removed something, alright.” You heard and felt how he shifted around, adjusting his kneel the tiniest bit. “And then… what happened then?”

“What am I supposed to say?” Still with your eyes closed, you shrugged. “That I was fine afterwards? That I didn’t care about anything? Or that the first time I saw you again after my surgery, it felt like someone tried to rip out my heart and burned through my bones?”

Silence. Finally, some silence. Except for your labored breathing as well as the occasional cough, nothing was said inside the living room. That was for the best, probably. 

“I’m sorry.”

You certainly didn’t expect an apology. Not like this, not in this tone, all pained and tense and sounding like he was about to cry. Your eyes fluttered open, and you were so tempted to take a quick peek. But you didn’t, just continued to stare at the ceiling as his fingers trailed the inside of your forearm. 

“I’m sorry for… making you suffer. You, out of all people, don’t deserve this. I never… I never wanted to hurt you.”

“This sounds awfully familiar to me.”

“I know. And get used to it. This won’t be the last apology for the night.”

Before you realized what he meant with that, Obito sighed. Another shift of his body and movements around your legs told you that he was now kneeling right in front of you, looking up into your face like a sinner would look up at a statue of a god. 

“Look at me. Please”, he begged. 

You just shook your head. No, absolutely not. If you looked at Obito, right into his dark eyes, you would succumb to the emotions which had only grown and festered in your chest. There was no way in hell you would look him in the eyes, not when…

“Please,” he asked again, “I just want to see you.”

Fuck. Still, you hesitated. What if the flower would suddenly grow out of your mouth when you looked at him? Would you look Obito in the eyes, only to die a split second afterwards? Or would you continue to suffer until death finally claimed you?

But nothing of that happened when you finally dared to lower your head so far you met his eyes. There was just blissful peace in your heart, enough so to let his voice filter into your brain and not recognize any of his words for what they were.

“I’m a terrible person. A bad friend, a bad listener, just a bad person all around. But with you…” He swallowed so loudly even you could hear it over the rustling of your own breath. How he kneeled there in front of you, with his dark eyes shining like pearls and with his hands tenderly threading your fingers together… You didn’t dare to hope up until now. And yet. 

“With you,” he continued, and to your surprise, you noticed a small tear glimmering in the corners of his eyes, “I can’t bear to look at myself anymore when I see you now like this. To know that I’m at fault and for not even seeing what I did to you…”

“It’s not…”

“It is,” he gently chastised, “it is completely my fault. I should have been there for you, but was so self-centered that I couldn’t look past my own insignificant struggles. You told me so many times that I shouldn’t bother you with my problems, and yet I still burdened you.”

“Obito, that wasn’t-!”

“No. It was shitty. Do not excuse my actions when I need to take full responsibility for them.” 

You could only blink at that. Sure, Obito tended to say those things a lot, apologizing and yet going on with the same old behavior the next day, but this time… This time, you saw the raw pain in his eyes as he kneeled there in front of you. Pain and regret and doubt. So, so much doubt. In himself, the word, but not in you, because as he continued, there was a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I realized something important over the last months. Even before finding out about your Hanahaki. Thanks for washing my head, by the way. That kick-started everything for me. That I want to better myself, become a better human being for you. And for once, I mean it. I’m seeing a therapist now to deal with my attention issues, to learn to be… just better.” The first tear rolled down his cheek, quickly followed by another one. But Obito didn’t seem to notice, just continued to talk with an intensity you had never witnessed on him. “Seeing you cough up those petals… terrified me. I thought I had all the time in the world, but this shit happened and… yeah. And I don’t care that your emotions might not be fully there, after your first surgery. I still want… Want to see all of you, all the time.”

“Obito, you’re…” Leaning forward, you touched his right cheek, right where one of his tears had rolled down. “You’re crying.”

“I am, huh?” Another, wet smile flashed over his face. “That’s nothing. Just showing how much I… how much you mean to me.”

“Mean to you? I don’t understand…”

“I hope you will. And I hope I’m not too much of a chicken to suddenly back out now.” His chuckle was muffled in the sleeve of his jacket as he wiped some of his tears away. But there were new ones already glistening in the corners of his eyes when he continued, eyes full of… adoration and fascination as they got lost in your features. “I just… I swear, I prepared a whole speech, but I completely forgot about it. You have to trust me that it was a fantastic speech, full of hyperboles and metaphors and… other fancy stuff. But now, seeing you… my brain is empty.”

“Definitely not something new.” A small smile flashed over your face. Leaning further in, you could feel something swell in your chest, as your brain finally caught up with his words and the meaning behind them. You flattened your hand against his cheek, noting the familiar rifts and swells of his scars pressing against your palm. “But I’m definitely willing to listen to that awesome speech.”

At that, Obito brightened up. “Really?” 

“Yeah. Some other time, though.”

“Some other… oh right.” You just had to cough weakly once to remind him of the situation you were in. Obito suddenly straightened out, with your hands clutched in his, and his dark eyes intently set on you, and only you. His face was barely a few inches apart, enough to darken some of his features, but not enough to totally obscure them. 

You expected him to say more and clear out the last bits of confusion surrounding his behavior, but like always, Obito didn’t do what was expected of him. Suddenly, you found his lips on yours, all chapped, insistent yet unbearably gentle. The kiss didn’t last longer than a few seconds, and yet. Yet, there were butterflies in your stomach, fluttering and tingling and making your entire body feel lighter than air. 

“With you,” he murmured, lips wet and salty from his tears, “with you, I’m not… I’m not as terrible anymore. I see you and the sun is shining a bit brighter, and I want to make it shine, so you will smile. Want to be kinder, smarter, more attentive. I want to be better, I want to become better for you.” He swallowed, with the tip of his nose rubbing against yours with that little motion. “I love you.”

You didn’t really need to hear those words anymore. His entire improvised speech had led up to this confession, but it was still great to be sure. To know for certain what was up. Instinctively, you kissed him again, a silent reassurance that his words were accepted. Only for you to break out into a cough, all saliva and more petals filling your mouth.

Sure, you had read some texts about how Hanahaki was cured when the object of the previously unrequited affection confessed their honest and true feelings. Though, you completely pushed that information out of your mind, as it had never occurred to you that Obito would be able to love you like you loved him. 

Now, with the flower which had thrived in your lungs suddenly wilting away and wanting out yesterday, all of that repressed information came back. But there was no time to warn Obito, who was still kneeling right in front of you, way too close and right in the splash zone. The first cough came with a wad of petals, all of them connected by saliva. You spat them right at him, and Obito had no time to evade. There was no time to apologize, either, as a new wave of petals and some roots forced its way up your throat. It hurt, hurt so much, and tears flowed down your face, brought forth by the raw feeling of an entire fucking flower being rejected by your body. 

It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t nice. Just as invasive as the sickness itself, the flower wouldn’t free itself quietly, and you were merely along for the ride. It felt like vomiting, only with something hard and scratchy coming out of your mouth, while you tried to simply breathe around more petals, some blood and spittle. 

Only in the back of your mind, you were aware of Obito. Of his hands on your back, patting and trying to soothe you. Him trying to handle all the petals falling out of your mouth, and failing spectacularly. And his words; his words, muffled in your hair as he tried to hug and support you through this mess. 

Thankfully, your brain had some mercy on you. Maybe you blacked out, or maybe your brain forcefully made you forget how coughing up the massive stem felt like, but when you again came to your senses, there was a bloodstained white tulip in your lap, with Obito fussing over you like a worried mother hen.

“Oh, fuck… Fuck, that was… Do you hear me? Is everything alright? Are you alright now?”

A quick kiss to your cheek, to your forehead, his nose nuzzling into the crown of your head for just a split second, and then, a kiss to your bloody lips followed. “Please, fuck. Please, don’t die. Don’t die when I just realized how much you truly mean to me. Please, (Y/N)... Oh fuck, please…” Another kiss pressed to your lips, interrupted by his panicked mumbles and a weak cough which produced another, smaller wave of petals. “Can’t let you… So blind, so dumb… Don’t die on me, I wouldn’t-!”

“I’m not dying anymore,” you croaked, “though at the moment, I would prefer that. My throat is killing me.” You blinked a few times, trying to clear the rest of the tears, but only a wipe with the already dirty sleeves of Obito’s jacket managed to clear your vision. And you groaned when you spotted the mess you made, all over your own lap as well as Obito’s chest.

“Shit, I’m so sorry. This is… this is such a disgusting mess, I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, no worries. This is nothing,” his cheeky grin was still visible in the darkness of the late night, “and you definitely have to do more to get rid of me. A lot more.”

“This is not a joke,” a weak smile graced your lips as you pointed at the huge and root-rich tulip in your lap, “and this stupid thing smells not as good as the flowers in the shop.”

“Yeah…” He really leaned over your lap to smell the flower, only to flinch backwards. “Yeah, that stinks. I was thinking for a moment about keeping it as a reminder for myself to not fuck up again, but the scent is unbearable.”

“Keeping it?” Still as weak as you were, you swatted at him. “You’re insane. Nobody would want to keep a Hanahaki-flower.”

“I mean, maybe… maybe there’s some way to preserve part of it, I don’t know…”

“Oh gods, no. You’re actually considering it. Please, stuff that thing back into me, so you don’t have the chance to get your hands on it.”

You attempted to indeed grab the flower, but before you could even move a single muscle in your hands, Obito was there. His hands caught yours, with your fingers interlacing. Such a simple touch, and yet it made your heart race, because you knew now that there were true feelings standing behind that gesture. 

“I wouldn’t want you to swallow that thing again,” he said, still ignoring the mess of your surroundings, “it hurt you too much. No, this…” And without a hint of hesitation, he picked the tulip, the proof of your long not answered feelings for him, up and walked off with it. Turning your head, you watched how he vanished in the kitchen, rummaged around, only to return with a triumphant expression on his face. 

“There,” he said,” all thrown out and taken care of. No worries about creepy framed white tulips, I swear.”

“Good. Because if I see just one dumb white tulip in my life ever again…”

“I get it, I get it.” With a sigh, he dropped onto the couch right across your armchair. Strange. Not even a few hours ago, Anko sat there on nearly the exact same spot, barely moving and sweating like a pig in her thick clothes. Now, there was Obito, sweating as well, but now also with some of your blood and saliva mixed into his dark clothes. Only now, you noticed the state of him: wearing a set of pajamas you had once gifted him for Christmas. Now it was all ruined, the pretty shade of sky-blue speckled with dark red spots, even some wayward white petals were still stuck to the fabric. 

He noticed your look. He followed your gaze, only to groan at the discoloration. “Aah, dammit. This was my favorite set.”

“Really?”

“Yeah? Where did you find it? I have to get it again now.”

“Let’s see if we get the blood out first, alright?”

A smile flashed over his face. “Alright. But first…” He patted the spot on the couch beside him. “Come over here.”

When you moved out of your armchair, you breathed in deeply for the first time in ages. Free of any petals and roots, with your throat still sore and your knees still a bit weak, you stood up and finally fell into Obito’s arms, like you had dreamed so many times.

“Hey,” he muttered and kissed your forehead. 

“Hey,” you whispered back. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Another kiss to your forehead and more peppering down your temple, cheek and jaw. “But now, try to sleep for a bit. I’ll be here.”

“Okay.” Closing your eyes, you cuddled up to Obito. You could hear his heart beat quickly right beneath you as you pressed your head into his chest. He seemed to enjoy himself as well, measured at the deep hum and his arms which wrapped itself around you. 

~ X ~

Tsunade didn’t seem too surprised at seeing you completely cough-free and Obito being in your flat when you opened the door for her. She probably knew the deal already; having seen lots of last-minute confessions and spontaneous recoveries from Hanahaki. She only raised her eyebrows at your sleeping clothes, which were only hastily cleaned from all the spittle, blood and leftover petals. 

“We’re still going to do a check-up,” she said and pushed past you, a bag with her utensils dangling from her shoulder, “and we will talk about aftercare. This isn’t over just because of your lover finally getting his head out of his ass.” 

“I’m present, you know?” Obito exclaimed. He was on his knees and tried to clean the armchair which had suffered in the earlier incident. Armed with paper towels, lemon slices as well as carbonated water, he kneeled there and pouted up to Tsunade, who just dumped her bag onto the couch. 

“And the only reason why you’re still present is, that you can help her,” the woman gestured towards you, “with going through the necessary steps to recover properly. As you can imagine, she has been a rather troublesome patient.” 

Things weren’t perfect. There would still be problems ahead of you, including your emotional state being completely out of place now, with Obito still doing some things which were out of line and having to apologize, with both of you misunderstanding each other like any couple sometimes did. 

But it was alright. It would be alright. Because you two were on the same page now, and would work together on each other to become better versions of yourself. For each other. 

#obito x reader #obito x reader insert #obito x self insert #obito uchiha x reader #obito uchiha x reader insert #obito uchiha x self insert #Obito #uchiha obito #obito uchiha #reader #reader insert #self insert #y/n #obito headcanons #obito scenario #naruto fandom #naruto fanfiction #naruto fanfic #Naruto Shippuden #naruto #historicfailure #freakypseudwriter #also on ao3 #hanahaki reprise #hanahaki

[yu-huuuu]

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥;; 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦

[ 🌸 ] uchiha version

characters: itachi uchiha; obito uchiha; madara uchiha; sasuke uchiha; shisui uchiha

genre: fluff

warnings: none, fem!reader, umm mentions of the word v*gina i guess?, also mentions of menstrual pads annnd colics

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itachi uchiha

* oh boy

* itachi is a genius

*He really is

* But being a genius doesn't mean he knows what he should do with you sometimes

* Especially these days

*Fortunately, Itachi had the fortune to work with women in the past when he was in ANBU so you could say he has experience

* Are you experiencing mood swings because you don't like something? Itachi will take care of it right now, don't worry. Are you cold? “Come here my dear, I'll keep you warm until you feel better”

* He is a good cook, so he will make you something delicious for you to eat

* "Love? This is good?". "Yes, but... isn't that a lot of food?" "Not at all my love, I want you to feel good"

* Sometimes you think that he just wants to fatten you up with the large amount of food that he prepares for you

* Did you say chocolates? Do you want chocolates? Then just tell him the Brand and the flavor you want or any type of sweet you want

* Do you want ice cream?, Right now you gonna have it (it brings you ten different boats of ice cream in case you want a different flavor every day that you are in your days)

* Oh no, did the compress get cold? And the pain doesn't go away? Don't worry, he'll take care of it

"Hmm?, what are you doing Itachi?"

"Heh, don't worry love, it's just a little jutsu" said your beloved boyfriend as he put his big hand on your aching belly

"But what is it...? oh-", Just at that moment Itachi's hand began to heat up, apparently the compress would no longer be necessary ;)

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obito uchiha

*huh?

* Day of the month?

* Is today??

* Poor of you ;(

* No, but seriously, sweet boy who doesn't like to see his princess suffer ❤️

* "Hey love, I'm at the store to buy your menstrual pads, but what is the size of your vagina?"

* Innocent boy, please guide him

*He wants to help, but he doesn't know what to do

* "Does your belly hurt? What can I do?", “Can I hug you?”, “Are you sure I won't hurt you if I hug you?”

* Do you suffer from mood swings? Don't know what to do?, Don't worry!... he doesn't know what to do either :D

* Fortunately, this only happened the first time you had your period together.

* "Honey, I brought you chocolates and compresses.". “Thank you Obito”

* The boy does his best to take care of you and although he may not have known what to do the first time, he learns quickly.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you!"

"... you are too good, what did I do to deserve you?"

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madara uchiha

* “So… blood is coming out of your vagina. How it feels?”

* Another guy who doesn't know what to do with you

* Being raised in a clan where only strength and power mattered, and being raised in times of war... it's not like he had time to learn anything about this.

* Fortunately, he is willing to learn how to take care of you and treat you at this time of the month

* Do you want chocolate? You got it, do you want soft blankets? Right away

* He is giving orders to the servants from left to right to treat you like a queen

* He is hardly at home, unfortunately. Well, being the leader of the clan is not an easy task and unfortunately that keeps him away from you, but that's not why he's going to neglect you.

* He was very graphic about what he would do to himself if he neglected you or worse if someone did something to you

* "I'll beat myself up if you're not okay at the end of the day because of me." "Madara, darling... that's very cruel"

* He will make sure you are well and you assure him that it was more than enough ❤️

"Are you sure that blanket is okay?"

"Yes, Madara they are comfortable"

“Are you Sure? because I can tell the servants to bring you softer ones…”

"Madara just hug me"

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sasuke uchiha

*Knows something from the talk about the male and female body due to the academy, but still...

* "My belly hurts a lot..."

* -Sasuke having a mental breakdown internally- "what am I supposed to do?"

* You are patient? God bless you because he needs you to guide him

* the poor man is confused, why are there so many menstrual pads for different occasions? And why do you use tampons?

* "Sasuke, can you buy me tampons?". “Wouldn't that be rape? Why not a night pad instead? They are more comfortable and extra large”. “…”

* Yes, no… he's not the best at this, bUT he's doing his best

* The last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable

* After a full 3 hour explanation of tampons and your needs, he already knows what to do

* Oh, do you want a compress? Sure, just don't move, he doesn't want colic to attack you.

* Do you feel dirty?, he will accompany you to bathe

* Sasuke is a good boyfriend, he will take care of you and protect you, but he is still secretly afraid of tampons, he is afraid that tampons will hurt you.

"Sasuke, we've already talked about this..."

"I know."

"Tampons won't hurt me."

"I trust you, but still... I don't like the idea." calm your man's fears, please 😂

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shisui uchiha

* funny boy

* It will actually keep you happy during the day

* Had a bad time and now you're grumpy? Don't worry, he will tell you as many jokes as necessary along with lots of pampering

* “Do you feel bad, beloved? Where it hurts?"

* He buys you a lot of ice cream for you to eat

* Oh, do you want to watch your favorite movie? Now? No problem, you find the movie and Shisui will find the blankets and food

* He has some experience due to the fact that like Itachi he has had female teammates

* But that doesn't mean that he understands what your body is going through

* Even so he will do his best to treat you well

“Y/NNNN!, I brought ice cream”

"Oh my- Shisui thank you, can we watch my favorite movie again while we snuggle together?"

"Of course my love"

* In any case; I imagine that if their S/O asked them for a massage they would gladly give it to them lmao. also, i think im gonna do a part 2 with konoha boys mmm

#naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto headcanons #naruto scenarios #itachi #itachi uchiha #itachi x you #itachi x reader #itachi x y/n #itachi headcanons #itachi uchiha headcanons #obito #obito uchiha #obito x you #obito x reader #obito headcanons #obito uchiha headcanons #madara #madara uchiha #madara x you #madara x reader #madara x y/n #madara headcanons #madara uchiha headcanon #sasuke #sasuke uchiha #sasuke x you #sasuke x reader #shisui x reader #shisui uchiha

[kishimotomasashi]

When I think of Hashirama losing control of himself (in anger, in grief, whichever) and letting it all out I think of like. You know that scene in Sleeping Beauty where Maleficent casts a spell on the castle where Aurora is sleeping so Prince Philip can't get to it, and then there are dark, tangled, and twisted thorny trees and branches that grow around it. You know the aesthetic of a scary, dark forest during the night, where everything looks much bigger than it is, with looming shadows and the natural shapes carved into the barks of trees, the hollows, they look like faces, threatening, mischievous ones or ones contorted with fear, as if they were scared of the forest at night too. Yeah, that.

#send post #Also whatever Obito was doing when Rin died but on significantly larger scale #need more Tobirama died and Hashirama being broken over it AUs just to see what happens when he loses control of the Mokuton #I remember an artist drew a scenario with that (I think it was opens-up-4-nobody) and Hashirama just stayed with the body futilely trying #to heal it and now I'm thinking like. while he is doing that. one of those dark ''enchanted'' forests from your childhood nightmares starts #growing around him 'til the point where you can't even find him anymore #and any normal person that tries to get in inevitably gets lost and might even fucking die bc it's such a hostile environment

[somorrow]

idk if you do scenarios but I’m dying to know if you think any of the uchiha have a breeding kink 😭 please ignore this if you want!

Heyyyy! I know I have it stated somewhere on my blog that I will and I planned to do a few but never got to it. Might as well start now!

Imo the answer is literally ALL of them. I can’t picture ANY of them not having a breeding kink with how serious they are about their bloodline.

Sasuke’s stated multiple times his goal is to revive the Uchiha clan, and how do you do that? Fucking. And a lot of it!

I get the feeling Obito’s the type to keep filling you up until you’re dripping with it.

If you’re not actively pregnant Madara does everything in his power to make it happen. Expect multiple rounds daily.

Itachi feels the most secure in your relationship when you’re underneath him, begging him to make you a mother.

Shisui loves the process but what he loves more is the sight of you all blown up with his mini-me. He’s more passionate than ever.

Izuna is in an unspoken contest with Madara to see who can have the most children the fastest, so best believe you’re being fucked at least twice a day.

Indra (he counts!) is obsessed with you, your body, and the rush of finding out which of you your baby looks like the most. The possibilities are always running through his head and he can’t help but make them true.

This was fun, even if I’m rusty. Feel free to send some more little scenarios in guys! Helps get the gears running.

#that’s crazy #txt post #naruto imagines #naruto #reader insert #reader imagine #naruto fanfiction #uchiha itachi #naruto scenarios #uchiha madara #uchiha sasuke imagines #uchiha sasuke #uchiha obito x reader #Uchiha Obito #itachi uchiha imagines #uchiha shisui #shisui uchiha #uchiha obito imagines #sasuke imagines #madara uchiha #obito uchiha #sasuke uchiha #itachi uchiha #uchiha izuna #uchiha itachi imagines #madara imagines #uchiha itachi x reader #reader #madara x reader #Raven's Musings: Naruto

[pillow-anime-infos]

naruto masterlist {akatsuki ver.}

DEIDARA

deidara and tall!oc {headcanon ; sfw}

ITACHI UCHIHA

soon

PAIN ; NAGATO UZUMAKI

soon

OBITO UCHIHA ; TOBI

soon

SASORI

soon

KISAME HOSHIGAKI

soon

#— 🌸 #naruto masterlist #akatsuki #akatsuki masterlist #akatsuki imagines #akatsuki scenarios #akatsuki headcanons #akatsuki x reader #itachi uchiha #itachi uchiha imagines #itachi uchiha headcanons #itachi uchiha x reader #deidara #deidara scenarios #deidara headcanons #deidara x reader #obito uchiha #obito uchiha imagines #obito uchiha scenarios #obito uchiha x reader #sasori #sasori imagines #sasori headcanons #sasori x reader #ms paint #pain imagines #pain headcanons #pain x reader #kisame hoshigaki #kisame hoshigaki imagines