Archive of Our Own

Part I 

He wishes to resent Kakashi. He itches to offload the torment, to replace it with the relief of blaming him. He wants to squeeze his throat and cut off his airway so he can experience the same suffocation.

But can Obito actually do that? He knows how the tragedy took place, witnessed it through Kakashi’s perspective, felt his misery. The eye not only shares Kakashi’s vision, but strangely also allows access to some of his memories and even emotions. Choking him is futile, the boy can barely breath as it is.

The betrayal on Kakashi’s face remains vivid in his head. Rin, why? How could I do this to you? Why must this happen to us? 

That poor child. When he had the love of a parent, it was taken away. When he learnt the value of a comrade’s life, it came with a price. And when he finally opened his heart to embrace change, she thwarted his effort.

Initially, Obito’s rage is directed at Rin. Unable to confront this, he diverts it to Kakashi. Yet, it is unjust to Kakashi who refused to harm her. He swore to Obito to protect her and she broke that promise by impaling herself on his Chidori. Kakashi is a victim. 

Later on, Obito acknowledges his anger towards Rin. Yes, the events leading to the disaster were beyond her control, but a dead Rin is an impostor. To Obito, Rin cannot die, and yet she chose to die by Kakashi’s hand because she loved him. While her pain ended swiftly, she left Kakashi with everlasting trauma. A selfish act. 

However, that is a foolish thought Obito is ashamed of. Rin was also a victim.

Still, the pain is immeasurable, his soul unable to bear it all. Or perhaps it’s his brain, unstable since his “death”. It never fully recovered, resulting in occasional episodes of madness. So he returns to those contemptible ideas. It’s an ongoing cycle of blaming Kakashi, Rin, and himself. Eventually, Obito comes to a conclusion. It is simply the vile world at fault.

Madara sounded to him like a sickly elder, occupied by delusions. Obito begins to see the value of his words once he is engulfed by darkness. This world scarred the three of them. They were children, compelled to participate in war and to become sacrifices in the ongoing brutality. 

Madara’s logic is now easy to comprehend. A dream where happiness is universal. He envisions a reunion with his teammates. Both of them are by his side, Rin with her kind, almost teasing smile and Kakashi’s expression bored, but at ease. It resonates with him deeply; he longs for such a moment amidst the chaos.

A world where suffering ends and joy reigns is too compelling to ignore. He abandons his previous life, deeming it useless. Obito sets out with newfound purpose. He adopts Madara’s will and dedicates himself to the pursuit of the Infinite Tsukuyomi. 

But first, a visit to affirm his decision. 

“Kakashi,” he whispers, withdrawing the hand that nearly wrapped around his neck. Obito traced the scar on his left eye with his thumb. “Kakashi…” He repeats, permitting a moment of weakness. 

The other boy groans, a familiar scene replaying in his sleep. He sheds a tear which Obito catches.

“Pathetic,” he murmurs tenderly.

Obito studies him. He looks frail. He can strangle him right now. Kakashi might even thank him for ending the recurring nightmares. He caresses his hairline instead.

“I promise you,” he leans down and whispers against his temple. “I will free you from this cruel reality. You will know peace.”

Kakashi jolts, sleep disturbed. Obito stares him down, his own Sharingan fierce against Kakashi’s uncertain one. 

“Rest,” Obito orders, voice stern.

Kakashi obeys, baffled, but too exhausted. He drifts away. 

The night is tranquil and the moon casts a bright glow outside the window. The sight reminds Obito of his purpose. He inhales Kakashi’s scent and then departs.

Part II

He’s drowning. 

That fool, accepting perilous missions with no regard for his own safety. It’s like he’s inviting death. 

Obito watches through Kakashi’s eye. He waits, hesitant about what lies ahead and whether waiting is worthwhile. The sea is calm, majestic even. During moments as such, he’s able to feel Kakashi’s emotions. The absence of fear unsettles him.

Kakashi does not swim. He does not fight. Perhaps he overused his power again like the careless idiot he is. 

Is he enjoying this? As confirmation, Obito detects solace. The eye closes. Darkness briefly replaces the scene and then Obito loses connection entirely.

Panic courses through him like a shock wave. It starts as a flutter in his chest which quickly intensifies, spreading down his body and settling heavily in the pit of his stomach. His insides are tightening and churning.

Shit.

He immediately teleports to where Kakashi is or as close as he can recall. It’s difficult to pinpoint exactly due to the severed link so he materializes near the shore. Obito plunges into the water and dives, Sharingan scanning wildly until he catches sight of the body. 

Kakashi is motionless, body perfectly still and face serene. Obito grabs him and teleports out of the water, reappearing on the shore and panting. He positions Kakashi flat on his back and removes the mask to assess his condition. Finding a faint pulse, he quickly administers cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Obito places both hands on the center of Kakashi’s chest and presses down, performing compressions. His Sharingan stays activated, observing the manual pumping circulate blood to his vital organs. 

Kakashi is unresponsive. Panic creeps back in, threatening to consume Obito. He struggles to contain it, resisting the urge to go ballistic. Now is not the time. Kakashi still has a pulse, barely, and the reminder of that holds him in check. It’s enough to preserve his composure. 

He tilts back Kakashi’s head, pinches his nose, and seals his mouth over his to deliver a breath. Kakashi’s chest does not rise so he attempts it again. Effort in vain, Obito’s hands return to their former position to resume the compressions. His Mangekyo Sharingan swirls into life, mental stability wavering. He blows in his mouth again. The temptation to succumb to insanity hangs over Obito.

Kakashi exhibits a faint reaction. Shortly after, water is expelled from his mouth and is followed by a weak cough. Obito shakes off the moment of madness and devotes his focus to the task until Kakashi regains consciousness. Coughs rack his body, each a harsh echo of the water he inhaled. His chest rises and falls unevenly, powerless to find a rhythm.

Obito vanishes by teleporting away. He has no mask on and is too agitated to deactivate his Sharingan. Watching from afar, his heart races. His concern for Kakashi is nauseating. It’s been a while since he last experienced emotions so intense. He shouldn’t be bothered, but Obito knows Kakashi’s death would further plunge him into turmoil.

Kakashi’s eyes flicker open, disorientated. He scans the surroundings for signs of his rescuer or a foe, ninja instincts kicking in. Finding no presence, he settles back down, waiting for his breathing to steady. Kakashi looks skyward. He is disappointed with his survival. This displeases Obito. 

He is in disbelief he paused the quest for the Infinite Tsukuyomi. For this. He’s irked Kakashi has an impact on him, yet even more so by his relief Kakashi is alive.

This must not happen again.

Time has passed. Obito’s made significant progress. Although he encountered a few setbacks, none were substantial enough to pose a real problem. All is proceeding as planned. He foresees completion in a few more years.

Throughout the years, Obito has grown further ruthless, executing heinous deeds for a noble cause. He is older, stronger, more driven, and with an increasing sense of emptiness. Nothing can deter him. That is until he registers Kakashi’s impending death.

Kakashi experiences several close brushes with death which is par for the course of a ninja. Every now and then, Obito notices and dismisses them. However, there is a distinct warning death looms larger than before. It is akin to when he nearly drowned. Obito wills himself to shrug it off. This proves to be taxing because he’s within the vicinity. 

What an unfavorable coincidence. Kakashi is on a mission in a country distant from the Land of Fire. To outsiders, it is a poor, underdeveloped land without leadership. None of the Great Nations have taken interest it. In actuality, it is under Obito’s clandestine rule which he’s converting into a base of operations. 

This land is geographically challenging with natural fog so thick and never-ending. It’s mildly toxic and long-term exposure leads to psychedelic effects. This does not influence the locals accustomed to the arduous conditions. Similarly, they adapted to see through this dense fog. Not so clearly, yet still considerably better than others. These locals are often outlaws and rogue ninjas who have been covertly taking refuge here for generations.

Kakashi is forced to rely on his Sharingan for an extended period beyond the norm. Given his insufficient stamina, absence of an antidote to the poison, and the ongoing battles, he is markedly at a disadvantage. He stands in the center of a field, outnumbered by several opponents. 

“You’re a tricky one, Copy Ninja,” an enemy remarks. “Normally, we wouldn’t stand a chance against you. But lucky us, our strength lies in our familiarity with this fog.” He chuckles. “I must say, no one’s endured as long as you. You live up to your reputation.”

“Must be exhausting, isn’t it? That eye of yours,” another calls out. “I know. I killed a man of the Uchiha and took his eyes in the past. One to keep for myself, the other to sell. Unfortunately, neither lasted. That Danzo freak sent his ANBU pawns to come after me. I barely slipped past them!”

Oh? It’s not uncommon to try stealing Kekkei Genkai, but this is the first time Obito’s come across this specific information.

“Did he, now? Well, it’s hardly surprising given you engaged in theft. Although I must commend you. Getting your hands on a pair is no easy feat,” Kakashi says flatly.

The former cackles. “Theft? That’s rich coming from you. Talk about hypocrisy.”

Obito’s demeanor sours.

“How about a trade?” the latter offers. “That Sharingan you’ve stolen for the scroll you came to retrieve. I’ll see to it your mission ends with success. What say you, Copy Ninja?”

“Sorry.” Kakashi‘s grip around his kunai lightens. He strains to sharpen his blurred vision. He wavers and somewhat regains his stance at the last moment. “I refuse.”

He’s in a grim state. How long he’s been here, Obito can’t say precisely. Long enough the poison kicked in, he assumes.

“That’s too bad,” he says woefully. “Don’t worry. I’ll grant you an quick death, then I’ll take that eye. It’s only one, but it’ll do.” 

His foe charges, delivering a diagonal slash from Kakashi’s chest to his stomach. He discerns the attack too late and doesn't escape the follow up, a thorough stab into his abdomen. Kakashi is stunned, spitting blood. He drops to his knees, unable to maintain his balance. The enemy kneels down and grips his hair to keep him steady, other hand approaching his left eye.

Obito’s patience runs out. He emerges on the battlefield, shoves Kakashi aside, and immediately engages in combat. With wood release, he pierces through the same bastard, slaughtering him mercilessly. A spectacle of horror unfolds, blood splattering in all directions. Instantly, the enemies are on high alert. Some attack, the others scream in terror, fueling Obito’s bloodlust. They launch multiple weapons: kunai, shuriken, and paper bombs which pass through him uselessly and the explosions are sucked into Kamui’s dimension. A man wielding a massive sword gets behind Obito and aims to stab. Obito fixes his Sharingan on him, halting him in his tracks. He seizes the sword and slashes the man instead before swinging it around and cutting into the remaining opponents. Those who dodge blast massive jutsus at Obito. All fail to land a hit. They switch to taijutsu which he deflects and retaliates twofold. In the perimeter of the field are unconscious bodies that don’t require his attention. Kakashi’s performed well. He defeated the majority and weakened the rest. This allows Obito to promptly conclude with a final strike of wood release.

Kakashi witnessed the entire gruesome event. He sits there frozen in shock. Is it from the atrocity? Or is it from the moment Obito arrived with a ball of luminous red behind a mask? Recognition is etched on his face. This stranger’s Mangekyo Sharingan has a pattern identical to his.

Obito glowers at Kakashi. “I trusted you with that eye. I gave it to you and you can’t even defend yourself against those accusations.” His voice brims with menace. “Just how pathetic can you be? Letting yourself fall into such a sorry state. Never endanger yourself or your Sharingan again.”

“Obito…?” he calls out tentatively, each syllable almost a whisper. He says it in a way that reminds Obito of Rin, how she uttered Kakashi’s name when she killed herself.

Twice now, he put his work on hold to rescue Kakashi.

Obito sighs. He hasn’t heard his name in a very long time. A small wave of nostalgia washes over him. He surveys Kakashi, injured and bleeding. Kakashi might be considering he’s hallucinating. He’s on the brink of collapsing, but Obito catches him.

“Who…?” Kakashi says, leaning against him. “Who are you?” he asks, anguished.

It stirs something in Obito. It hurts him.

He realizes he misses Kakashi. He doesn’t admit it to himself, yet he touches Kakashi kindly with a hand on his shoulder. The anger from reprimanding him dissipates. Kakashi is bewildered, wrestling with myriad thoughts. He does not wish to hope. However, this stranger speaks like he knows him, making claims about bestowing the Sharingan upon him. Not to mention his own beneath that orange mask. Did he survive? Impossible. Obito is dead. Is the fog playing tricks or is the loss of blood clouding his mind? Who is this person? I can’t pass out now. I need answers. Just from looking at his face, Obito comprehends these thoughts and hears every unspoken question.

After Obito’s own mental debate, he teleports them to his base. It’s an old, abandoned building. They reach a modest room with no windows, minimal furnishing, and lit wall-mounted candles. 

“Where is this?” Kakashi inquires weakly. 

Obito places Kakashi down on the bed. “Shut up for a bit.”

Kakashi does pitifully.

Obito does not have the prowess of a medical-nin, but is well-versed in human anatomy and general medical concepts. He takes off his bloodied coat and gloves, setting them aside. He leaves to gather tools, water, and clean cloths then puts them down on a bedside table. Unaccustomed to gentleness, his initial thought is to tear off and destroy Kakashi’s long-sleeved shirt. He decides against it last minute. Obito cuts it open with a kunai instead and carefully removes it from his body. There are several nicks he deemed minor, so he leaves them untreated and prepares to address the diagonal slash and the stab wound. The latter is more urgent.

Obito puts on a new set of gloves then sterilizes them. He applies pressure to the wound with a cloth to control the bleeding. When it soaks up, he adds more layers. It’s only then he grasps how much blood Kakashi’s lost. His skin is cool and paler. Obito proceeds to clean the wound thoroughly to reduce the risk of infection. He examines the organs and nerves to determine if they’ve been damaged. An artery has been lacerated, but surgery is too risky. He clicks his tongue in annoyance.

“You’re Obito, aren’t you?”

He ignores him.

“I saw you a while back.” Kakashi is fighting hard to stay awake. “It didn’t make sense for a boy with long hair and a Sharingan to be in my room that night so I thought it was a dream. It didn’t feel like one, though. There was also a silhouette that day I was drowning.”

Obito is quiet, listening. 

“What happened, Obito? You lived?”

No answer.

“Obito?” Kakashi sounds doubtful, like he’s starting to recognize how stupid he sounds calling out the name of a deceased child.

No point in hiding it now. To think he’d have recollection of those. The error is his, caused by carelessness.  

He reaches for his orange mask and Kakashi tenses. He pulls it off, exposing a scarred face. Turning to Kakashi, he presents the adult version of the name repeatedly uttered.

They are enveloped by a profound silence. Time halts and nothing else holds significance. Kakashi disregards he’s bleeding and Obito forgets he’s caring for the wound. They absorb each other’s presence like a lifeline, desperate and famished.

Kakashi’s complexion becomes further ashen. His trembling, previously caused by the penetrating trauma, worsens. His breathing accelerates. His ceaseless stare is of disbelief. Tears gradually well up and they stream sideways across his face. Kakashi’s reaction strays from ninja tradition. Although usually collected, he’s now drained from multiple battles, delirious from toxic fog, and astounded to learn his hero whose principles he embodies is alive. 

Reluctantly, Obito lowers his hard shell. Kakashi’s exhibit of raw emotions leaves him defenseless. His expression softens with regret. He never pictured a moment would come when he’d disclose his identity to Kakashi, especially not now.

Kakashi watches him, waiting for some kind of acknowledgment— a verbal confirmation, a nod, anything. Obito indulges, stroking Kakashi’s cheek and smearing blood on it. 

“I lived.”

Kakashi leans into the touch. The relief of Obito’s survival hits him so strongly he finally blacks out. Obito is left to ponder his feelings in the stillness of the room. This ends abruptly. That’s as much weakness as can be tolerated.

He carries on, treating the long gash. It’s imperfect, but for a medical novice, it’s remarkably effective. He secures bandages around Kakashi. His overall work will suffice for now, yet he is mindful of the severed artery and the poison. While the latter isn’t lethal, it can cause complications due to the open wounds.

He tidies the area and replaces his gloves once more. Obito makes certain there’s no evidence of himself on Kakashi’s body or clothes. He retrieves the scroll he confiscated from the enemy earlier. It contains advanced fuinjutsu originating from Uzushiogakure. Despite its utility, he has no use for it, so he slides it into the pocket of Kakashi’s pants. 

Obito pulls up a chair and slumps into it, suddenly tired. This ordeal has taken an emotional toll on him. His gaze lingers on Kakashi. This is too sentimental. Rising, he wraps a cloth around Kakashi’s face partly to restore his privacy and partly to prevent himself from getting attached.

He ought to hurry. Obito lifts Kakashi’s eyelid. His Sharingan pierces into the organ below. This time, surely, he deletes Kakashi’s memory of their interactions.

“You’ve endured so much,” he mumbles. “Hold on a bit longer. Everything will work out.”

Obito carries Kakashi’s body. He teleports to a spot near Konohagakure, just far enough to delay immediate discovery. After laying him on the ground, he detects an approaching presence and conceals himself.

“There’s a figure up ahead!”

“Proceed with caution!”

“Isn’t that Kakashi-san?!” a ninja cries. 

A group of chunin gather around him. They hurry to pick him up and escort him back to the village.

Obito vanishes.

This is for the better.

Part III

The war reaches a conclusion, the shinobi triumphant. Obito undergoes a drastic change of heart and chooses to fight alongside them. He confronts Kaguya's celestial force until her inevitable downfall. He prepares to risk it all, to protect Kakashi once more, consistent with his natural inclination.

Obito does not die, not yet. He ponders the delay of his demise. He was a jinchuuriki and had a tailed beast extracted from him. By the logic of the universe, he must not have long. However, the universe can bend and alter rules that defy rationality. Obito can't grasp how, but he feels he narrowly dodged death yet again. This shouldn't happen. Dying while pleased with the victory would have been nice and then awareness sets in. The universe forbids his death. It is a mercy he’s unworthy of.

Kakashi is relieved he’s alive. Naturally, only a fool would think that after the chaos he created. He approaches Obito, limping and leaning on Sakura for support.

“I’m giving you your Sharingan back.”

Kakashi is startled, a protest forming, but Obito doesn’t allow it. “It is rightfully yours. I simply borrowed it.”

Obito glances at the medic among them. Sakura is reluctant, requiring Kakashi’s approval. Kakashi deliberates over it, finding it a significant decision to make. Obito is bemused as to why he goes through the hassle. It shouldn’t need any consideration.

After much thought, he acquiesces. Sakura lays them both down to prepare for the operation. She begins with sterilizing Kakashi’s empty socket, her hands releasing a green orb. This brings back memories. This time, there is no sense of urgency or peril. She moves onto Obito.

“Are you really sure?” she asks.

“Yes.” The one choice he made he never doubted is to gift Kakashi a Sharingan. Even when his mind was corrupted by Madara. This remains unchanged.

Her healing chakra feels cool and earthy. It soothes any ache that arises. Just like when they were kids, Kakashi’s hand grips his, translating their emotional bond into a tangible act.

Soon, the eye is safely transferred into Kakashi’s left socket, implanted there snugly. Further medical ninjutsu supports the nerves to coordinate with his system and the tomoe swirl to indicate usability.

“Don’t use it, sensei,” Sakura instructs. “You’re already exhausted. You’ll pass out for sure.”

“Understood.”

She rests her palm over the eye for a final inspection then nods. “Okay, you’re done.”

Sakura attends to Obito, ensuring the remaining procedure is completed. She adopts a saddened expression and quietly thanks him.

“Don’t,” he tells her. “I should be thanking you.”

“You committed horrible crimes, but you saved us.” Sakura sits back. “I can ask Naruto to construct an eyeball for you except it’ll be a regular one with no special abilities. If you care about appearance only, we can produce a prosthesis made of glass.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“As you wish. I’ll leave you two and go see how Naruto and Sasuke-kun are doing.”

“All right,” Kakashi replies. “I’ll leave them to you.”

Obito and Kakashi share a tranquil silence, enjoying each other’s company. Judging by the sky above, the sun will rise in half an hour.

“I’m glad you’re here, Obito.”

He looks over to Kakashi, noting his fatigue and battle-worn appearance. There is a radiant aura surrounding him Obito hasn’t seen before. In all these years, this is the most joyful he’s seen him. It lights up even the darkest corners of Obito’s heart.

“I’m back, Kakashi.” The release of those words alleviates a great weight off his shoulders. “I’m sorry for the nasty things I told you. I was doing it to–-”

“It’s okay,” Kakashi interrupts. “I figured. I understand why you ended up feeling the way you did.”

Obito frowns. “I don’t actually blame you. I don’t hate you.”

Kakashi is taken aback, but he manages a small smile. “That’s enough for me.”

Once again, their hands meet, their pulses matching. They remain in place, awaiting the dawn. The sun casts a warm glow, heralding a hopeful beginning.

Six months later, Kakashi and Tsunade visit his cell. They inform him his incarceration period is over. He objects.

“You have no grounds to refuse!” Tsunade shouts. “Quit complaining and get out! You have work to do.”

They send him to Konoha Hospital to conduct an extensive check up. It reveals he’s fully recovered and in excellent health. It’s no surprise given his accelerated healing power. His hair has also reverted to black. He sees in a mirror it’s grown a bit. This makes him grimace. He lived as Madara for so long he grew his hair to fit the role, but has now abandoned the identity.

Sakura heeds his displeasure. She suggests she trims off the extra inches. While not entirely kind, her behaviour towards him is more considerate than it should be. Nonetheless, he accepts the proposal.

“Sorry to trouble you, Sakura,” Kakashi says. “I know you’re busy doing research for the mental institute.”

“No worries at all. Obito, your evaluation is finished. You may leave.”

He joins Kakashi at the rooftop of the hospital. It’s a sunny spring day. The wind carries the fresh scent of blooming flowers and flutters through their hair.

“What is the meaning of this? Tsunade seems delighted with the idea of me rotting in jail.”

“It would be a waste if that happened. After all, you have an ability that’s useful to us.”

“Which is?”

Kakashi looks in the direction of the village. From this vantage point, they have an unobstructed view. Though the war took place in the Land of Iron, the destruction was so widespread, it reached the Land of Fire, impacting even a district of Konohagakure. Obito visited the village enough times to memorize its appearance and spots the impact, the devastation of infrastructure, properties, and especially the people.

“Rebuilding.”

Obito is dumbfounded. “Elaborate.”

“Rather than to remain locked up, you have been ordered to perform community service.” Kakashi explains. “Currently, only you and Yamato can utilize wood release. I want you to assist him with restoration.”

The results of his medical examination must have been faulty. Obito’s hearing might be impaired.

“He has enough on his plate. We shouldn’t burden him knowing you’re capable of doing the same work. Besides, Yamato will later be assigned to a new mission. He’ll be busy with surveillance to monitor Orochimaru.”

How Konoha excused Orochimaru is beyond his comprehension. They’ve pardoned some of the world’s most notorious criminals.

“‘The same work’ you say. My wood release differs vastly from Yamato’s. It makes sense to use his for rebuilding, but mine? It’s only ever been a weapon to wreak havoc. It’s not suitable for this.”

Kakashi obviously has no interest in his demur. “Now now, don’t be pessimistic. Yamato will guide you. Didn’t you say you’ll accept whatever we decide on?”

Obito gazes at his hands. They’re coated in layers and layers of blood. How do they expect him to use these same hands to construct homes for families?

“It’s also my first order to you as Hokage.”

Oh right. “You’ve officially taken on the role?”

“Not exactly. It’ll take another six months for Tsunade-sama to hand over everything and for me to get settled in. It normally doesn’t take this long. However, due to the aftermath of the conflict, there are complications.”

Kakashi reaches out a comforting hand on Obito’s shoulder. “Once I am Hokage, I’ll allocate you a new job. You’ll be my bodyguard.” 

“Huh.” Obito is in no position to refuse.

Kakashi is too gleeful about this matter. Obito scowls.

“Fine. Whatever.”

And building he does. Or attempts. Yamato is far from thrilled about this. He doesn’t outright express his discontent, but doesn’t try to conceal it.

They’re situated beyond the village, deep within the forest where population is sparse. They are advised it’s a good location to begin.

Yamato weaves hand signs, releasing his chakra into solid, boxy timber. He turns the wood into multiple different parts to ensure they each fit perfectly into the design. He assembles a robust framework, forming the house’s structure. It involves installing doors and windows. They feature intricate moldings and decorative panels. A finely crafted roof is added to guarantee it is both functional and stylish.

His use of wood release is impressive. Certainly, he’s the ideal person for this role.

Obito never considered using his skills this way. He’s highly proficient, yet clueless about how to replicate Yamato’s creation. This proves to be as difficult as he foresaw. It’s comical. The same man who brought disorder upon the Allied Shinobi Forces trains to build a house.

Learning to flexibly reshape his chakra for construction purposes takes a moment. Initially, he takes on simple work such as the walls and flooring. Later, he figures out how to tackle complex segments. He’s inexperienced compared to Yamato, therefore not as dexterous. Even so, he progresses rapidly.

Yamato warms up to him, recognizing his dedication. He continues to mentor him until Obito can independently build whole properties. The community starts to accept him as well, valuing the new and repaired homes.

In the span of months, they steadily journey back towards Konoha, providing aid to small towns on their path. They accomplish more than anticipated having two workers instead of Yamato alone. Upon reaching the village, the people become cold and vigilant. Some cast hostile looks at Obito. Some hurl insults. Others scurry away. Unperturbed, he carries on with his duty. Naruto announces he’s a good person now, much to his irritation. He urges them to treat Obito better. How naive. It’s absurd, but they comply.

The villagers become accustomed to his presence. Particularly those who reside in the houses he created. The children, too innocent to grasp his true identity, thank him. Obito is undeserving of their gratitude.

Kakashi occasionally observes from afar.

Obito finds certain enjoyment being in Konoha. He hasn’t regarded anything a home for decades, but perhaps… it can be his again. He resides with Kakashi. They don’t see each other often. He generally arrives late when Kakashi is already asleep. During mornings, they briefly interact. Kakashi cooks his own breakfast. It typically consists of rice, miso soup, a protein element, and seasonal greens. Obito who neither eats nor drinks sits with him at the dining table anyway. Maybe it’s due to nostalgia. They shared meals together as kids. Obito remembers he disliked eating alone and wants to spare Kakashi from that same loneliness. It’s rather dumb. Kakashi is used to living alone. They have occasional conversations, discussing the status of their work.

Kakashi was recently on a mission in the Land of Waves. He engaged in a deep talk with a rouge ninja, providing her with hope towards forgiveness and love. After his return, she initiated sending him letters. Kakashi’s students tease him about it.

One afternoon, they have a rare chance to be at home together. Kakashi is lounging on the sofa, absorbed in a book when Obito enters the living room.

“You got a girlfriend?”

Kakashi nearly chokes on his tea. “Not you too.”

“So, you do?”

He frowns. He puts his book down. “It’s not like that.”

“What’s it like?” Obito says, sitting on the other end of the sofa.

“She shares how she’s managing. Although she’s in custody of Hozuki Castle, she’s working hard to rectify her wrongs.”

“Do you write back?”

“I do.”

“So you have a girlfriend,” Obito deadpans.

“As I said,” Kakashi drawls. “We’re not like that. Besides, she has more years than I do.”

Obito scoffs. “Not into older women?”

“Not into women,” he dismisses. He takes another careful sip of tea.

Obito casts a sidelong glance at Kakashi. “I see.”

The day of Kakashi’s Inauguration Ceremony finally comes. He is clad in an elegant, formal kimono. The words ‘Sixth Hokage’ are displayed vertically on the back of his haori, complemented by flame patters at the hem. The traditional headpiece crowns his outfit, earning him a polished appearance. His hair has grown out since the war and is now cascading past his shoulders. It's left flowing freely.

He’s breathtaking.

Pride fills Obito’s chest. This is surely the most favorable outcome. Kakashi has consistently demonstrated resolve and the ability to safeguard the village, gaining the respect of everyone. He is most deserving of the title.

Despite the celebratory atmosphere, Kakashi is uncertain. It must be guilt.

Obito reaches for his hand. He gives it a reassuring squeeze.

“I swear to you,” he says with the intention to dispel that doubt. “I will watch your back and support you from the shadows.”

Kakashi’s face softens. “Thank you. I will do my best to honor you and your past dream.”

Tsunade announces Kakashi, officially declaring him the new Hokage. The crowd erupts in enthusiastic cheers and applause, voices blending into a harmonious roar of approval. Obito gazes from a distance, admiring his back.

That night, he emerges in the Hokage’s office. The lights are off and the windows open, welcoming a chilly breeze. Kakashi is seated in the ergonomic chair. He’s taken the headpiece off so the wind tousles his hair.

“You’re here.”

“So, I’m relieved of my construction duties,” Obito remarks.

“That’s right. You’re my bodyguard now.”

“Anyone else?”

Kakashi shakes his head. Obito recalls Minato had three or four, but that’s fine. He alone is enough to tear apart any threat that comes to Kakashi’s way.

“Tsunade-sama suggests I move into the Hokage Residence.”

“You should. You’re still keeping yourself in your father’s old, weary house. It’s about to give away.”

Kakashi rests his chin on interlocked fingers, supported by his elbows on the desk. “Will you continue living with me? It’s quite spacious.”

Tch. Does he have to ask? Obito rolls his eyes in response.

Kakashi chuckles, amused. He turns his attention to the full moon outside. Obito follows suit, aligning his view with his. The sight reminds him of something. Of his visit to Kakashi. He never actually returned those erased memories.

Perhaps another time. Seeing Kakashi at ease, Obito is unwilling to disrupt his mood.

The moon casts a serene light upon Kakashi’s features. Without warning, a sharp pain pierces Obito’s chest. Right. The yearning. He conditioned himself to ignore it. Previously, he was committed to the Infinite Tsukuyomi that not even this could divert him. The depth of it hits him with full force and its overwhelming. His eye twitches.

Kakashi looks at him with an unreadable expression. Obito is unnerved by it.

“Your-- my eye,” Kakashi corrects himself.  “It’s twitching.”

Obito freezes. “What?”

“I feel an aching. Is it yours?”

He’s been attuned to Kakashi’s feelings. Why didn’t the possibility Kakashi could perceive his too strike him? This is madness.

Kakashi walks over to him. “Is something bothering you?”

Your beauty and how unaware you are of it. Obito doesn’t say.

“No. I’m tired,” he lies instead.

Unconvinced, Kakashi continues to stare. It makes Obito deflate.

“Do you not wish to talk?” he asks softly.

“Kakashi, I just…” he sighs. “I’m relearning to experience emotions without suppressing them, but it’s not easy. I don’t want to push you away, but I don’t want to burden you. I’m a lot to deal with.” The last sentence is muttered to himself. Regardless, Kakashi hears it.

“I don’t mind,” he replies. “I accept you as you are.”

Obito’s pain elevates. “Why?”

“Because I trust you. Despite the disastrous turn of events, you found your way back.”

Kakashi takes note of Obito’s skepticism.

“Obito,” he says. “You revitalized me. The values you instilled in me have become a fundamental part of who I am today. You’ve granted me strength.” He rests his palm on his left eye then opens it, the Sharingan proving his sincerity. “More than a few ways.”

The revelation renders Obito unshielded. His own Sharingan activates and he rests his forehead against Kakashi’s.

“You’ve changed quite a bit, Bakashi. Not the grumpy kid anymore, huh?” The childhood nickname brings a rush of nostalgia. Previously an insult, now a sweet memory relived.

“You’ve changed quite a bit yourself.”

He wraps his arms around Obito’s neck and gives him a gentle hug. That’s how Kakashi’s been with him since his return. Gentle and patient. Two qualities Obito lost familiarity with. He hesitantly returns the gesture. It’s awkward at first, one hand on Kakashi’s back and the other confused where to rest. Kakashi assists, guiding Obito’s arms around his waist before resuming his previous position.

“It seems you have to relearn how to hug as well.”

“Shut up.”

Becoming a bodyguard is more complex than he envisaged. He’s well-suited for the job; he excels at detecting threats and eliminating risks to Kakashi’s safety. However, the challenge stems from engaging with others.

Shikamaru is the Hokage’s advisor. The atmosphere between them is dark, his hostility towards Obito glaringly obvious. Back then, Obito unleashed a Biju Bomb at the Allied Shinobi Forces’ headquarters, aiming to throw the army into disarray. As lethal projectiles rained down, Shikaku and Inoichi were struck. They perished with honor, fighting until the end. This does not erase the tragedy of children losing their fathers. Shikamaru’s behavior around Obito is justified. Ino frequently meets with the Hokage as well as a member of The Barrier Team. She grows extremely tense when she catches sight of him.

Despite Naruto’s efforts to defend him, he refrains from speaking to them out of respect for their mourning. All of Naruto’s classmates are alarmed around Obito excluding Sakura and Sasuke. Sasuke’s opinion carries little weight, given his own history of severe crimes. Hinata, who he now esteems for her unmatched bravery, is similarly uncomfortable. She does not despise him, but she does not forgive him for Neji’s death. This has been communicated wordlessly during her and Naruto’s regular visits to Kakashi. It seems they’ve grown close.

It is unbearably stifling. It is not about worrying over their judgement, rather he’s haunted by the consequences of the damage he wrought. He wounded these people. His hands are forever tainted with indelible blood. The feeling is unpleasant and it serves as a reminder death, after all, would have been too lenient.

Kakashi doesn’t console him as though aware doing do would aggravate him. Instead, he offers encouraging glances every now and then. That… helps.

Their bond has strengthened now that Obito’s job entails being with Kakashi. They see each other throughout the day and spend their nights together at home. Like Kakashi mentioned, the Hokage Residence is expansive. As a child, he aspired to be Hokage and live in it. It’s a twist of fate he actually does now.

Despite the mansion’s size, they find themselves sharing a room. It’s excessively large for one person anyway. This benefits Obito. It simplifies his task of watching over Kakashi. Obito sleeps only a few times a week, typically setting a futon next to Kakashi’s. It’s not unusual. Ninjas commonly sleep side by side while camping and they did too as kids. Nevertheless, the concept unsettled him at first. He has prohibited anyone getting so close to him for ages. Not to mention how vulnerable people are while unconscious. But even as he lies down, his alertness persists. He continues to verify the safety of their surroundings. This caution is not unwarranted. It’s during these calm post-war periods that fresh problems emerge, criminals exploiting lowered guards. Although Kakashi agrees, he finds this ridiculous.

"I can protect myself, you know."

"I know that," Obito grumbles. He not once questioned Kakashi’s abilities.

"So why don’t you get some proper sleep for once?" Kakashi inches closer to Obito. They're both seated on their futons. "Your shoulders are tense."

He doesn't notice until Kakashi points it out. He then relaxes his muscles.

"You should rest.”

"Shouldn't you already be sleeping?" Obito retorts.

"I don't have to be at the office early tomorrow. I can stay up late."

"What exactly do you gain from that?"

Kakashi shrugs. "Time to read, stargaze, be on the lookout for the night."

"Nonsense. I'm your bodyguard."

Kakashi sighs. "I'm saying you don't have to be right now."

Obito is dubious. He tries to recline, his back sinking into the mattress.

“I don’t know how you expect me to sleep when you’re staring."

"Come on, you watch me all the time," Kakashi says drily.

Suddenly, he’s concerned if he causes Kakashi discomfort. “Does that bother you?”

"No." Kakashi lies down on his side facing Obito. "I feel safest when you watch over me."

There he goes again, catching Obito off balance with his words. And why is he so forthright while doing it? Obito clicks his tongue. He pulls the comforter over himself and turns to face the other side. Stupid Kakashi. Bakashi indeed.

Obito drifts into a deeper slumber than normal. The night is so soothing that if he was awake, he’d feel remorseful for savoring it. His body and more importantly his mind find peace. He does not dream. There is simply pure, benign darkness.

At dawn, he discovers he and Kakashi shifted out from under the comforters, their limbs knotted in a tangled mess. He gets an odd, fuzzy feeling about it. This isn’t so bad. As the sun climbs higher, its rays move tenderly on Kakashi’s face. That detestable mask spoils the moment. However, he’s relieved its present as it prevents him from giving into a temptation.

Kakashi stirs. When he spots Obito, he smiles lazily. Before long, Kakashi’s back asleep, warmly pressed against him.  

As time moves forward, Obito establishes himself further in Konoha. His colleagues gradually view him as one of their own. Obito is highly devoted to his work. He accompanies Kakashi to meetings, looming menacingly in the background and silencing anyone who dares to oppose him. He eradicates criminal networks targeting world leaders, denying them an opportunity to infiltrate their land. He also chases the remnants of Danzo's Root who plot to overthrow Kakashi and put their own candidate in power, leaving no one unpunished.

Overall, he's proven himself to be a reliable protector of the Hokage and the village. This leads to people extending their forgiveness.

Not everyone forgives him, of course. Especially not Shikamaru and Ino. He contemplates whether Hinata has upon receiving a wedding invitation.

I really want you to be there, Obito, Naruto writes. I hope you can attend.

"A wedding, huh..." Obito murmurs.

"Isn't it wonderful?" Kakashi says. "Naruto's all grown up. It fills my heart with joy as his teacher to see him become a man and settle down with Hinata."

Obito does attend, discreetly. He keeps himself unobtrusive. Prior to the ceremony, however, Naruto tracks him down and conveys his deep thanks. He considers to chastise him for the needless concern. He decides against it. Today marks an important day for Naruto. He acknowledges his sentiments and thanks him for the invitation.

Obito remains hidden in the shadows as Naruto and Hinata walk down the aisle. He and Hinata make brief eye contact. She holds his stare, her features inscrutable. Then, she performs a faint bow and Obito mirrors it. This exchanged gesture fosters conciliation.

The wedding is a splendid occasion. Guests are beaming and socializing. Laughter erupts from a joke. They partake in food and drinks. They offer best wishes to the newlyweds and even explore romantic possibilities among themselves.

Yes, this surpasses a genjutsu. They battled to secure peace. They relish it with friends and family. It is unparalleled.

Kakashi stands next to Obito who is leaning against a cherry blossom tree. He seems intuit to Obito's thoughts.

"This isn't so bad after all."

"Right? Don't you think it's about time you stop holding yourself back too?"

Obito regards him. Is it truly possible for him to share the same contentment?

"You can be a little selfish, you know," Kakashi tells him.

At that moment, they see a messenger hawk land on Sakura's arm. She extracts the note, reads it, and smiles. A blush spreads across her cheeks.

"Sasuke's self control is due to the guilt he carries," Kakashi comments. "He wants to redeem himself, but Sakura continues to wait for him here."

Obito observes quietly. He's aware of Sakura's love for Sasuke, doesn't understand it, but does not doubt the sincerity of her feelings. He could argue she deserves better, but it's not his place to interfere.

Kakashi's longing gaze towards him is unmistakable. It's something he's harbored for a while but never so openly. Obito does not react. Kakashi too deserves better.

They're at the gates, sending off Sakura and Sasuke. Obito hasn't seen Sasuke for a while, but the changes in him are quite striking. His attitude is lighter now. He subtly smiles at Kakashi or at least gives the closest approximation of one.

"We might not be back for a while," he announces.

"You didn't have to tell me. I figured that might be the case." Kakashi casts them a knowing look.

Comprehension dawns on Obito. Those two, it appears they have intentions of marriage. This means Sasuke is allowing himself to pursue his own happiness.

"I'm glad you're finally working things out," Kakashi says.

Sakura grins, blushing. Obito doesn't recall her ever being this elated.

Shortly after their departure, Kakashi lets out a melancholic sigh. "My students are getting married and starting families. I feel like an old man."

Obito rolls his eyes. "Thirty-three is fairly young. They're just choosing to wed sooner than most."

Yet as he watches Sasuke's back fade into the distance, he senses a pang of wistfulness. Sakura's smile was so wide, it was blinding. Her long wait for Sasuke paid off. He forgave himself enough to love her freely.

What exactly is Obito doing? Why does he hesitate? Kakashi relays his feelings to him in a subtle manner. It's sufficient enough to make his sentiments clear without urging Obito for more. But the essential fact is Kakashi communicates. He expresses his acceptance of Obito regardless of the circumstances. He lays bare his vulnerabilities to him. He wishes to salve old injuries that linger from their troubled past.

Does Obito plan to remain distant and pine for the rest of his life? When Kakashi is right here beside him? Is that even possible? His yearning for Kakashi is so intense it will ultimately engulf him.

"I will speak with you later," Obito says.

"Mhm."

Yes, he should at least do that. He owes that to Kakashi.

The remainder of the day unfolds with both of them adsorbed in their respective duties, Kakashi buried in an avalanche of paperwork and Obito immersing himself with the current state of nefarious activities.

It’s nearly midnight when Kakashi finishes. He journeys home. Obito appears to accompany him.

"What is it you want to talk about?"

"I'd rather show you.”

When they arrive, Kakashi detects Obito is not yet ready and thus retreats for a bath. Obito, somewhat on edge, opts for the same diversion. Later, he makes his way to their bedroom. Kakashi is seated on his futon. His hair retains a bit of moisture, appearing slightly darker and extending to mid-back length. He sips tea while immersed in a book. This domestic scene has become so ingrained in their routine. Tonight, Kakashi forgoes his mask.

"Kakashi."

He sets his book aside and turns to Obito, waiting.

"I'm sorry."

"For?"

"Lying.” No, that’s not the word. “For not returning these back."

Kakashi is confused. This is not how he envisioned the conversation to start.

Obito sits next to him.  “Will you open your left eye?”

Kakashi, still baffled, acquiesces.

Wiping someone’s memory is not particularly arduous. Doing so to a Sharingan user is. Likewise, reinstating them also demands a degree of effort. Obito’s Sharingan comes to life with a burning intensity, piercing Kakashi’s. The tomoe swirl rapidly. Kakashi resonates with the motion, his own tomoe harmonizing in perfect synchrony. Obito delves into the labyrinth of Kakashi’s mind, navigating until he identifies his targets. Three specific fragments. The night he came to Kakashi with a newly cultivated resolve, promising him a world of bliss. The time he was drowning, nearly driving Obito to the brink of madness with the terror of losing him. And him unveiling his true identity to a critically injured Kakashi while addressing his wounds. He undoes the seal on one after another, allowing the memories to burst into Kakashi’s brain. He waits for him to register them.

He’s put this off for too long, why exactly, he’s uncertain. Is it shame? Is it fear? Regardless, it ceases to matter. He’s chosen to open his heart. This is the initial stride towards that goal. This step may however be cruel towards Kakashi.

Obito wonders if Kakashi thoroughly absorbed everything. He can’t tell. Kakashi remains seated, paralyzed and mute. Is he still processing? Did Obito fail? A foolish question. His mastery of the Sharingan is excellent. Could it be… is it too much to bear?

A reaction would be good. Anything. He’ll embrace Kakashi being angry with him. He’d prefer that even.

The prolonged silence is starting to make his skin crawl.

“Hey,” he calls out anxiously.

“You,” Kakashi whispers. He starts to tremble. “This whole time.” His tone escalates.

Yes, this is fitting. Kakashi’s indignation is justified.

“I knew you were alive?” Kakashi asks, shattered. “I already met you before? Not as Tobi or Madara.” He exhales shakily. “My ignorance is endless.”

Obito blinks, puzzled.

“Even when you trusted me to wield your gift, I was weak. In the end, I still burdened you.”

What? Stop. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

“You saved me, over and over again…” Kakashi breaks into a sob.

Fuck.

Kakashi buries his face in his hands, wracked by a storm of confusion, distress, and self-loathing. The tears streaming down his face are searing, their heat scorching his skin. His head is pounding relentlessly. He’s dizzy. This is torture. Obito knows. He experiences the full measure of it through their link.

“Kakashi,” Obito says urgently, reaching out to him.

He is unresponsive, occupied with the memories that replay in his head. He’s become mentally distant, detached from the present moment.

“Kakashi,” Obito pleads.

Kakashi groans in pain. The headache is excruciating.

What has he done? He was managing well, going about his life unhindered by lost memories. He’s much better off unaware of them. Obito’s ill-considered choices summon turmoil.

He cradles him against his chest. He wants to apologize, but it will only come across as hollow and futile. It will serve no purpose. It’s not enough. It won’t ever be. Obito is incapable of atoning for his sins.

Perhaps he can cleanse the memories again, incorporating this moment too. He can alleviate Kakashi’s pain by causing him to forget. This notion triggers nausea. Tampering with Kakashi’s mind is an abhorrent act. He’s already crossed that line and can’t do it again. Moreover, didn’t he vow to confront reality head-on? This strictly defies that.

“Obito,” Kakashi rasps, voice strained.

Obito immediately looks down at the Kakashi he’s been clutching. His face is flushed, eyes sore yet clear like he’s emerging from a haze.

“Thank you,” he murmurs.

This leaves him incredibly bewildered again. Why on earth would Kakashi thank him?

“I’ve always felt that something is missing. I couldn’t figure out what it was." Kakashi weakly sits back up. "You made me whole again.”

“I love you,” Obito admits.

Kakashi looks at him like he knows. He smiles wryly. “Finally, you said it.”

“Is it too late?” He asks, cupping Kakashi’s cheek.

“No.” Kakashi leans into the touch. “There’s never ‘too late’. I’d wait for you for as long as it takes.” 

“Why?” Obito strokes his skin. He brushes against the last vestiges of drying tears.

“Because I love you.”

Why?

Kakashi holds Obito's face, leaning in. He casts a fleeting look at his lips then meets his gaze again, seeking consent. This showcased amount of tenderness is absurd. Obito bridges the space between them, delivering a slow, lingering kiss to Kakashi. It symbolizes his deep longing. Kakashi reciprocates with equal fervour. They briefly part only to reengage. Each retreat leads Obito back to Kakashi's lips, irresistible and captivating.

They conclude with a much needed, soul-nurturing embrace. They lie together, basking in the comfort of each other's presence. The array of emotions they dealt with throughout the night drains them. But there is a rich, rewarding feeling. Even with the absence of an eye, Obito feels complete. His bond with Kakashi fills the emptiness within him, rendering him whole.

Obito threads his fingers through Kakashi's hair and scratches his head. This makes them both drowsy.

“I’m not a cat,” Kakashi says. He yawns.

“Just let me..."

“All right."

Kakashi initiates his own touches, tracing his thumb over the discolored patches on Obito's arm. His hand then lands on Obito's chest, right over his heart. Obito places his hand over Kakashi's. Eventually, they drift off, surrendering to an easy and soothing slumber.

The following day, Kakashi is in the kitchen cooking. Obito sits at the dining table. He examines Kakashi's books.

"Why do you even like this thing?" He asks disdainfully, waving an Icha Icha novel.

Kakashi treats the question as an insult. "It's a masterpiece."

"It's porn."

"It's a romance novel with angst and passion," he asserts.

“Porn, Kakashi.”

“So much more than that!”

Their routine remains the same, mostly. They live together, perform their duties side by side, and spend free hours reading on the couch. The difference is some nights are more intimate than others. The lust often extends into the morning, leading to postponed work as they find it difficult to curb the desire. They're more physical in general in all manners: a comforting squeeze on the arm, possessive caress along the nape of the neck, and delicate brush of a kiss against an eyelid.

One day, they're lounging in bed, wrapped in each other's arms. Obito discreetly slips a ring onto Kakashi's finger. Kakashi gives him a languorous smile, his cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. Shit. That stupid grin makes him melt every time. Obito's face flushes and he attempts to smother Kakashi with a pillow. This only heightens Kakashi's laughter and teasing.

There is no lavish wedding with a multitude of guests. There is no wedding. It is just the two of them on the rooftop, savoring the glow of the full moon. Kakashi takes Obito's hand and slides a matching ring onto it. Obito snorts, finding this ludicrous. He accepts of course.

"You're stuck with me," Obito declares. "For as long as I live."

"And you with me," Kakashi says affectionately.