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maireyart · 9 months

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Sakumo and Obito's Parents* Live AU (7 artworks + drabble)

Team Minato Week Day 3: Any AU. It's not one of the suggested ones, but something I've been thinking about too much :3 @teamminatoweek

Kakashi and Obito prevent the terrible thing (they've noticed something has been really wrong with Sakumo). Sakumo, having seen Kakashi's horrified face, gets horrified himself at what he was about to do — not to himself — but to his son, and feels remorse about having almost abandoned his son.

2. After the Kannabi mission, Minato writes one of the most difficult reports in his career. He has to face the parents: Obito's dad and Sakumo. Imagine the moment team Minato returns to the village, but without Obito. Obito's parents, as well as Sakumo, meet them and realize that their son has not returned. Kakashi looks them in the eye and stretches a trembling hand with the goggles in it; they take them, shocked, and feel the sudden dark urge to throw them into something. Or at somebody. The panic. They feel like they're on the edge of a precipice, but a tiny hope that Obito might still be alive — just... lost... just... still breathing — is still there. But then it gets crushed by a detailed report from the team. The eye. Obito's eye. Their son's eye is looking at them from Kakashi's eyesocket, and they don't know what to think. Sakumo doesn't, either. They aren't allowed to look for the body immediately because of secret military operations still going on in the area. They grieve and wait. Soon they get the permission to start their search; grimly, they crush a rock after a rock to get to the bottom, and find… the blood… ninja weapons… pieces of his clothing... Obito's headband… But! NO BODY. And again Obito's parents feel shattered. Did the enemy ninja steal his body? Plucked out the remaining eye? Dissected him? What did they do to the corpse of their poor boy? Obito's parents are too late! Too late… And more weeks of grief and pain ensue. Until Kakashi starts seeing something with his eye. Some cave… After it’s happened a few times, he tells Rin, and she persuades him to talk to Obito's parents.

3. Thanks to Rin, Kakashi approaches Obito's mom and asks her a few questions about the Sharingan. He has to retell her everything again, but in more detail. Kakashi says that he's been seeing something from time to time, but doesn't know what it is... Obito's mom is puzzled, but suddenly a new tiny flicker of hope springs up in the darkness they've been living in for the past few months.

4. Eventually, Obito's parents, Sakumo, and Kakashi find Obito in barely-alive Madara's lair. Black Zetsu escapes, but there is somebody who can capture him and seal him off: Kushina.

5. Kushina loves her secret mission.

6. Jounin Obito, with his parents. Way later :3 *** And if you've read till this point, I have a little drabble for you for dessert about kid Obito getting to know Sakumo. Big thank you to @professor-of-naruto for fixing my mistakes & all the amazing support!!! 💕 💕 💕

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On warm days like this, Obito loved wandering around in the village and enjoying the lulling buzz of life. Quite often, these walks resulted in curious encounters and even adventures, and today seemed to be the case too. On the hill near the edge of Konoha park sat a man, staring somewhat sadly at the erratic mess of Konoha rooftops and low afternoon clouds, speckled with gold and pink. It was a man Obito had seen from a distance multiple times, but had never had the guts to approach.

Hatake Sakumo had somehow always looked both rugged and elven at the same time. He was tall and wiry, face sun-tanned, vigor emanating from his broad shoulders and spiky silver ponytail, but his eyes were jaded and thoughtful – too many shadows hiding there. There was a certain sternness about the lines on either side of his mouth, but the most gentle and peaceful smile Obito had ever seen offset the rough look of his face. And now, this very smile and a small nod of acknowledgement worked like a magnetic pull on the boy. Enchanted, he came up to the man and sat down nearby.

Kakashi’s father returned to silent contemplation, and Obito bent his eyes to the ground. That man wasn’t a talkative one, pretty much like his son, but did Obito want to know more about him! Sakumo was probably the only person in the whole world who could elicit a huge, brilliant smile from Kakashi. Not that Obito had actually seen that smile (damn mask!), only the crinkled eyes, but more than once, he’d heard their jolly voices and laughter when the pair of them were chatting about the events of the day.

“Hatake-san, nice to meet you. I’m Uchiha Obito,” he began formally, heart pounding in his chest.

Having pulled himself out of his thoughts, Sakumo cocked his head and gave him another serene and endearing smile. “Obito-kun, huh? You’re Kakashi’s friend, right? I’ve seen you playing together.”

“Um... More like a classmate, I guess?” A classmate who wanted to be his friend. Deep down. Probably.

“I’ve heard a lot about you from my son.”

“You have?” Obito’s eyes grew wide, radiating shock and wonder. Of all the things Kakashi and Sakumo could be discussing... Him? Oh, wait. Kakashi had probably been describing to his dad all those stupid situations that involved Obito, or something... They could be funny. In hindsight. Mortified, he hung his head, digging his fingers into the soft grass. So he knows... knows I’m a disaster... knows that I’m nothing like Kakashi…

“He often grumbles about a certain obstinate Uchiha boy who won’t ever leave him in peace. But I can also see how excited he is, looking forward to the fun that every day with you brings.” Suddenly Sakumo laughed, voice deep and resonant. “But around you my little hedgehog is a little standoffish, isn’t he?” (Obito’s ears perked up: A diminutive? For Kakashi? Outlandish). “I can be your friend instead.”

“Is it... Is it okay?” Obito mumbled, still feeling awkward.

“Of course.”

“Hatake-san… Why is Kakashi such a ‘hedgehog’?”

“Sometimes people treat trivial things seriously, and brush serious things off...” he said distantly. “I wish he saw that someday...”

“What are the serious things?” Obito was puzzled. “Just so that I won’t brush them off.”

“I have a feeling you already know,” he said with a playful twinkle in his eyes and ruffled Obito’s hair. “Maybe one day you’ll teach Kakashi a thing or two. If I fail.”

“What do you mean if you fail?!” Obito almost choked. “He listens to no one but you, Hatake-san! And I – I feel like I’m just always getting in the way. He doesn’t care about whatever I say!”

“I don’t think so, Obito-kun.”

“How do you know?”

“If he doesn’t care, then why is he watching us right now and listening to our conversation?”

“What?” Obito looked around nervously. He might have spied on Kakashi… but the other way around? What?!

“Sorry, Kakashi, but you have to come out,” Sakumo called. “I know you’re there.”

And indeed, Kakashi jumped off one of the trees, looking grumpy. “I have to make it clear that I am not a hedgehog,” was all he managed in his red-eared embarrassment. ***

@cool-thymus and I have more Sakumo and the kids art content (Hedgehog Special) 🦔

And if you're STILL here, feast your eyes on the wacky spin-off of the grimdark Kannabi report art (@poetrywise, you absolutely killed me with the description xD):

DJ Minato's psychedelic tunes 😁 *Obito's parents are referenced from the sole photo Obito had on his board both in the manga and anime.

*Obidad's earring is @quintilli0n's headcanon that I genuinely love with all my heart 😁

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maireyart · 4 months

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Obito-sensei

An illustrated drabble :D Joubito AU. T. Kkob. Cute. They're about 20~25. Sharingan training. * * *

Obito cracked a heavy eyelid open. The first thing he saw was a kaleidoscope of whirling dots. He hadn’t recovered full command of his body just yet and lay on the floor with limbs spread out, nerve endings tickling all over. His cheeks felt strange.

Slap!

“Don’t make me take you to a hospital, Obito…” Kakashi’s angry muttering reached his ears.

The dancing dots melted into the shape of a hand nervously hovering over his face. The hand that had just… slapped him! Obito winced from the pain.

Oh, right. Kakashi was trying to wake him after their regular Sharingan training session — a useful practice they’d established to help each other hone their skill. The genjutsu he’d put Obito through this time was a good one, gotta give him that. A crushing, devastating illusion that had apparently made him faint in reality. Obito couldn’t even remember its details at that moment, only the feeling of Kakashi’s will engulfing him like a gigantic wave and taking his malleable consciousness to the depths of a black ocean. The weight of the water was numbing, extinguishing all light, sound, and thought. A perfect, opaque stillness, the lulling calm of death that his body and mind longed to surrender to.

“No! No hospital,” Obito finally croaked, barely recognizing his own voice. With some difficulty, he propped himself up on one elbow. Kakashi was sitting on his haunches beside him and eyeing his form uneasily, the Sharingan glowing in the semi-darkness of the room. Obito rubbed a sore cheek and concluded:

“Not bad, Kakashi. You’re learning quickly. But you absolutely didn’t have to go all the way and slap my face. It hurts, you know.”

“It seems I still don’t understand something, Obito-sensei,” Kakashi said caustically. “How come an Uchiha like you, a natural-born Sharingan user, fainted on me like that? This hasn’t happened before. Of course I lost my shit, you idiot! I wasn’t planning to harm you! Aren’t you supposed to be mostly immune to the effects of a genjutsu?”

“I am!” he rasped back, not bothering to hide the irritation in his voice. “But this time I wasn’t — deliberately. How else am I supposed to teach you this stuff if I never let you see the real effect it has? Besides… it was curious to experience it fully, and finally find out how it felt for those I’ve tried this technique on. And I’m recovering quickly, see?” Obito waved a hand, attempting a smile.

Kakashi was fidgeting, lips undoubtedly pressed into a thin line under that mask of his — a rare display of worry under a layer of quietly simmering indignation.

“You never warned me you’d dropped your defense. You never even told me it was actually possible — to subdue your innate ability to resist genjutsu. To lie unconscious for a whole five minutes from the effect of your own eye? I’d thought you’d get out of my illusion like usual. What else haven’t you told me?”

“Well…” he drawled. “It was my decision to take some risks. Don’t fret. However, since I let you mess with my mind, I may suffer some aftereffects now. I may feel a little drained for a day or two… It’s something we’ll find out very soon.”

Kakashi tapped at his masked chin and hummed. “I see. You’re making your own decisions regarding our training. And I’m sitting here like an idiot, wondering if… You know, I’m not gonna cast genjutsu on you anymore. We happen to encounter plenty of enemy ninja on our missions.”

“Um… Sorry? Okay, okay, maybe I deserved the slaps. But I’m your ‘Obito-sensei’! I’m the only one who can give you helpful feedback on the use of my own Sharingan, aren’t I?” Obito felt his lips forming a big, toothy grin this time; he stretched a hand and pressed a finger against Kakashi’s left eyelid. “Even a genius like you needs feedback. Not this time though. The illusion was perfect. Perfectly awful and morbid. But you’d better close this eye before it makes you faint.”

(eye boop) Find me on AO3 (omg) xD Find other illustrated drabbles by @cool-thymus and me in the CUTEYOMI collection :3

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