tampered | LOG: ON-GOING

LOG: ON-GOING

When; June 28, Morning/Afternoon
Rating; G, probably
Characters; Uchiha Obito (

crybabyninja) & Hatake Kakashi (

ichakashi)
Summary; After Kakashi picks up Obito and they both catch up, Obito takes a minute to reflect on everything he's just heard.
Log;

Obito didn't know what to make of everything. For a few minutes he just seemed to stare, speechless, to a distance space in Kakashi's apartment. His comrade had picked him up earlier that day and Kakashi had spent hours upon hours talking - it was probably the most Obito had heard him talk in a while. Still, their teacher becoming Yondaime and Kakashi getting his own team of Genin-turned-Chuunin, save for Naruto, he learned, was a lot of take in. And what with The City being added into the equation, it was no wonder that the goggled ninja needed a few minutes to gather himself.

A question. He needed to ask one, but what would be good? Usually the one to talk his mouth off, Obito found it surprising that he actually couldn't find anything to say. His eyes drifted toward his aged team mate as he took a short, but deep breath, letting out the only thought he had in mind.

"So how's it like back in Konoha? Is it still the same?"

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It had indeed taken a very long time to get through everything that had happened both personally and generally during the Uchiha's absence. Kakashi had felt a little uncomfortable by remembering things he had thought he had forgotten; there had been so much he had kept inside for many years. It just felt good to get it off his chest.

The silver shifted slightly as he sat on his green couch, and slumped back against the cushion. He stared lazily at Obito, his grey eye not wanting to remove itself from his companion; he was still getting over the fact the other boy was here, in the flesh. He exhailed before answering his question,

"Pretty much, yeah. Ichiraku is still around..." he smiled fondly under his mask, "Remember when sensei used to take us there after sparring?"

A bit uneasy on the couch, Obito shifted his weight among its cushions as if nothing riled him. He plucked a pillow from the corner of the sofa and sat it behind him as a soft barrier. His lips twisted into a smile filled of memories as he settle into it, sighing out, "Yeah", as he did.

"But then you'd yell at me for slurping too loud!" Though he yelled a little, his voice was filled with nothing but nostalgia as he craned his head back to sit on the couch behind him. "You were such a pain..."

At this, Kakashi quietened. He finally tugged his gaze away from the other boy, and murmered,

"I was more than a pain. I was a total jerk."

The jounin had felt so much remorse when Obito had died, and often wondered why the raven had bothered saving him. Kakashi should have been the one to die, not him. There had always been that pang of regret. And despite going to visit the other at the stone, he had never forgiven himself for letting such a thing happen.

"I better say this in case you go again..." A deep sigh emerged from Kakashi's throat as he stared down at the cream carpet, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything."

If Obito was uneasy before he was definitely uneasy now. His eyes stared at his elder teammate through his goggles and slowly he began to feel that familiar swelling behind his eyes. Then, within a few seconds, the young ninja found a warm droplet fall from his heavy eyelids.

"What--" He tried his best not to choke as he forced out a laugh. "What're you saying, Kakashi? It wasn't your fault."

The last thing he wanted to remember was how he died. He was sure Kakashi felt the same.

The silver was almost ready to just spill his entire bottled up emotions that he had let build up over the years, but that certainly would not be fair to his friend, especially when he heard the crack in his voice. Kakashi felt his own voice box twist uncomfortably in the back of his throat.

"Please just... accept my appology, Obito."

He breathed hard through his nose, and slowly composed himself once again.

Realizing his fault, those black beads of his fell to the ground. His hands rested on his knees only to clutch his kneecaps. It must have been so hard to be living with that idea, that guilt, upon his back, but Obito couldn't bare to look back at the silver.

"...But it really wasn't your fault."

His voice was hushed as he recalled the scene. The enemy calling out. They were running. Kakashi falling. He did what he had to. His body just moved that way.

"I don't blame you for anything."

An unknown feeling emerged within Kakashi; he didn't know why Obito refused to blame him for his faults, but at the same time, he didn't want to persue the matter further. He knew the boy was getting upset over it, because his hidden eye was starting to water.

Part of him wanted to comfort, and be comforted by the Uchiha, but the logical side of his brain fought the idea. It seemed needy of him, and he inwardly cursed for being weak. It was just still so hard to believe Obito was there... with him...

After a few moments silence, Kakashi lifted his gaze, staring at the boy intently. A small smile rose on his handsome features. "...Your gift was never baggage to me, by the way."

In those moments of silence, Obito lifted his hand until it found itself under his goggles to wipe away the few tears that had gathered there. As Kakashi, spoke, however, the boy finally saw him in his true colors and not in hues of orange.

He couldn't help but wonder if his hair had always been that silver. He really looked different, setting aside the obvious age difference. Still, he found it nice to be with him in this strange place.

"See? What did I tell you?" Listening to him, Obito found himself cracking a true smile between those cheeks of his. "How is it holding up for you?"

Curling his feet up onto the comfy couch, Kakashi shifted and crossed his legs, removing his hitai-ate. Of course, the Sharingan was activated; the tomoes were flickering slightly, probably noticing the familiar chakra of it's original owner.

"These days, they call me 'copy-cat' or 'copy-nin' Kakashi. Maa, I think they grew bored of 'White Fang's brat'." The male smiled with his eyes to lighten the situation moreso. "I would seriously be dead without this by now."

After hearing that, Kakashi would be able to see a warm smile grace Obito's face as he leaned back comfortably on the couch's own. He'd never fancied any depressing talk, so he sighed a bit in relief to feel the atmosphere changing between them. This was more like it.

"'Copy-Nin' Kakashi?" There was a heartfelt laugh from his side of the room. "I'm surprised no one calls you a cyclops with your one eye."

The jounin offered a fake glare at the light-hearted insult, but broke into a small laughter himself. He, too, felt better moving the angst aside. After all, that side of him was long gone.

"Nah, they just call me a pervert instead. Which is far worse than being called cyclops." he mused.

"'Pervert'?"

Obito was definitely learning a few new things about a fairly old compainion. Amused at the nickname, he couldn't help but prod a bit into the subject. "Do your students call you that?"

A simple nod was all that was needed to reply to Obito's question.

Kakashi folded his arms looking up thoughtfully. "I don't see anything wrong with reading Icha Icha in public though."

Obito took amusement in that. To hear that even his students were making fun of him took a few chuckles right out of him. Though he had taken a few good stabs at him in their day, the still found it laughable.

Then, regaining some form of composure, he continued his questions. "Don't tell me 'Icha Icha' is one of those weird books, Kakashi."

Could that young Kakashi, the one who was so quick to enforce rules, reading dirty material? Not that he would know what was in them, of course.

Kakashi raised an eyebrow, clearly showing that he was smiling, but trying to make it as serious as possible.

"Weird books? There's nothing weird about a good piece of erotic literature. They're very entertaining, and action packed, and..." he took a moment to sigh in his almost fanboyish glee, "Romantic."

Yes, it was true that the silver was hooked on these damn pervy books, as everyone in Konoha knew. He had changed so dramatically, and it never occured to him how different a person he had become to that dark, callous, child he once was.

The young ninja knew very well how much he'd changed, but that's probably because of how they were seperated. Still, it was quite amazing to gaze upon the Jounin about sixteen years later, all grown up with a team and new personality.

It only took one look at that new personality's face to realize how strange he had gotten too. Obito's face had twisted, lips contorted, as he watched Kakashi's form be reduced to a fanboy.

"See!" He pointed right at the silver. "This is why people think you're weird and perverted!"

"Because I like to read? That hardly seems fair..." The scarecrow retorted, trying to defend his dignity. "And besides, most of the time, I slide the Icha Icha cover over other books, just so it seems I read it all the time."

Kakashi pushed Obito's hand back, pressing it down on the couch gently, "I'm not as lecherous as people make out."

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