[ObiKaka][30 Kisses]Prompt 21: Violence
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hikoloveTitle: Haunted
30 Kisses Prompt #21: Violence
Pairing: Obito(Tobi)/Kakashi
Rating: PG13
Summary: At the end of the war, Kakashi finally takes down Tobi
Author’s note: Most people have given up of the whole Tobi is Obito theory, but I won’t. It’s too full of potential.
It caught them both by surprise. It was a last ditch effort, Kakashi was out of breath and nearly out of chakra. With nothing left to lose, he’d expected his Raikiri to go through Tobi like the rest of his attacks. This time, when the lightning in his hand passed through Tobi, it hit flesh and not air. He could feel his fist on the other side of his opponent, dripping and slick with blood.
“This? This is . . . how it ends?”
Tobi slumped forward on Kakashi’s arm, his mask slipping off and falling to the ground. Kakashi could only see part of the scarred face that lay underneath the mask. Shock from his attack hitting faded into a grim satisfaction.
“Yes,” Kakashi said. “This is how it ends.”
The man raised a bloodied hand onto Kakashi’s arm, steadying himself to look up at Kakashi. Words got stuck in his mouth as he looked into the face of a man he had thought long dead under some mound of rocks in the Earth Country. A face that he only remembered in nightmares.
“Obito?”
In his wildest imagination, Obito was the last person he had expected to see under the mask. Kakashi never would have credited the boy he knew with the level of cruelty and hatred that Tobi had possessed. Madara, yes. He could have believed that under the mask of the Akatsuki leader was the bloodthirsty warrior who founded the Uchiha Clan. Never Obito. Obito had believed in loyalty and friendship above everything else. Parading around as the founder of the Uchiha was the antithesis of everything his childhood friend had stood for.
“It’s . . . Been a long time, hasn’t it?” Obito said, voice thick and rasping. Coughing, blood trickled out of his mouth, and he gave Kakashi a col grimace of a smile. “Ahh . . . I hadn’t wanted this, you know.” Reaching up, he pulled down Kakashi’s mask with a bloody hand.
Kakashi made no move to stop him. If his friend’s last wish was to see his face, he would grant it.
“My plan . . . juubi. I would have come back to you,” Obito said, stumbling towards Kakashi. Kakashi’s arm was forced further and deeper into Obito’s chest with the sluggish steps.
“No.”
“Yes,” Obito whispered. His bloody hand rested on Kakashi’s shoulder, keeping him steady as his body continued to shake in the throws of certain death. “I would have make you happy.”
Panicked, Kakashi tried to find a way to release his hold on Obito, to get him a medic. In his heart he knew it was impossible to save the man, but he wanted to try. If he had to give his life for Obito’s, he would have.
“Obito—!”
“It’s too late,” he said. Coughing again, Kakashi watched as Obito’s blood sprayed against his chest. “I won’t get better from death this time,” he added, smiling ruefully.
Kakashi opened his mouth to reply, but stopped as Obito lifted his head. The hand on Kakashi’s shoulder pulled him down, lips coming together in a kiss.
It left Kakashi breathless.
In an instant, Kakashi finally understood. The pain that Obito had felt from years of torture at the hands of enemies when he was thought dead, the yearning to return to a home that no longer needed him. The pain of hearing about his own clan, ruthlessly slaughtered by a young man, the helplessness at being able to stop it.
And the horror at having helped orchestrate it.
As Obito pulled away, the final pieces sunk into place. Through endless torture, the optomistic teammate Kakashi remembered had died, and born from him was a young man, twisted into cold calculation. At the root of it all, he still desired peace, and was willing to sacrifice everything for it. His goals might have been hard and dictorial, but they were born of a desire to eliminate the pain he had suffered from the world.
A noble cause, and Kakashi wanted to support it. Would have supported it. But change could not be forced on the world if it was not ready for it.
“Do you see?” Obito asked, his voice struggling against his dying body. He started to sag against Kakashi. “Can you read what’s in my heart?”
Kakashi put his arm around Obito, and held him close. He was losing his friend again, and this time, it was worse.
“Yes,” he whispered. “I do. But you can’t force peace.”
“No?” Obito asked, coughing again. Kakashi tightened his arm around him, not wanting Obito to go. “I suppose . . . I suppose I will . . . never know.” Shaking with a violent fit of coughing, Obito sagged again in Kakashi’s arms, and looked up at him one last time.
“I’ll be haunting you,” Obito said, his hand falling lifelessly to his side.
“You’ve always been haunting me,” Kakashi whispered.
Struggling to find a final breath to laugh, Obito fell slack in Kakashi’s arms for the last time.
30 Kisses Prompt #21: Violence
Pairing: Obito(Tobi)/Kakashi
Rating: PG13
Summary: At the end of the war, Kakashi finally takes down Tobi
Author’s note: Most people have given up of the whole Tobi is Obito theory, but I won’t. It’s too full of potential.
It caught them both by surprise. It was a last ditch effort, Kakashi was out of breath and nearly out of chakra. With nothing left to lose, he’d expected his Raikiri to go through Tobi like the rest of his attacks. This time, when the lightning in his hand passed through Tobi, it hit flesh and not air. He could feel his fist on the other side of his opponent, dripping and slick with blood.
“This? This is . . . how it ends?”
Tobi slumped forward on Kakashi’s arm, his mask slipping off and falling to the ground. Kakashi could only see part of the scarred face that lay underneath the mask. Shock from his attack hitting faded into a grim satisfaction.
“Yes,” Kakashi said. “This is how it ends.”
The man raised a bloodied hand onto Kakashi’s arm, steadying himself to look up at Kakashi. Words got stuck in his mouth as he looked into the face of a man he had thought long dead under some mound of rocks in the Earth Country. A face that he only remembered in nightmares.
“Obito?”
In his wildest imagination, Obito was the last person he had expected to see under the mask. Kakashi never would have credited the boy he knew with the level of cruelty and hatred that Tobi had possessed. Madara, yes. He could have believed that under the mask of the Akatsuki leader was the bloodthirsty warrior who founded the Uchiha Clan. Never Obito. Obito had believed in loyalty and friendship above everything else. Parading around as the founder of the Uchiha was the antithesis of everything his childhood friend had stood for.
“It’s . . . Been a long time, hasn’t it?” Obito said, voice thick and rasping. Coughing, blood trickled out of his mouth, and he gave Kakashi a col grimace of a smile. “Ahh . . . I hadn’t wanted this, you know.” Reaching up, he pulled down Kakashi’s mask with a bloody hand.
Kakashi made no move to stop him. If his friend’s last wish was to see his face, he would grant it.
“My plan . . . juubi. I would have come back to you,” Obito said, stumbling towards Kakashi. Kakashi’s arm was forced further and deeper into Obito’s chest with the sluggish steps.
“No.”
“Yes,” Obito whispered. His bloody hand rested on Kakashi’s shoulder, keeping him steady as his body continued to shake in the throws of certain death. “I would have make you happy.”
Panicked, Kakashi tried to find a way to release his hold on Obito, to get him a medic. In his heart he knew it was impossible to save the man, but he wanted to try. If he had to give his life for Obito’s, he would have.
“Obito—!”
“It’s too late,” he said. Coughing again, Kakashi watched as Obito’s blood sprayed against his chest. “I won’t get better from death this time,” he added, smiling ruefully.
Kakashi opened his mouth to reply, but stopped as Obito lifted his head. The hand on Kakashi’s shoulder pulled him down, lips coming together in a kiss.
It left Kakashi breathless.
In an instant, Kakashi finally understood. The pain that Obito had felt from years of torture at the hands of enemies when he was thought dead, the yearning to return to a home that no longer needed him. The pain of hearing about his own clan, ruthlessly slaughtered by a young man, the helplessness at being able to stop it.
And the horror at having helped orchestrate it.
As Obito pulled away, the final pieces sunk into place. Through endless torture, the optomistic teammate Kakashi remembered had died, and born from him was a young man, twisted into cold calculation. At the root of it all, he still desired peace, and was willing to sacrifice everything for it. His goals might have been hard and dictorial, but they were born of a desire to eliminate the pain he had suffered from the world.
A noble cause, and Kakashi wanted to support it. Would have supported it. But change could not be forced on the world if it was not ready for it.
“Do you see?” Obito asked, his voice struggling against his dying body. He started to sag against Kakashi. “Can you read what’s in my heart?”
Kakashi put his arm around Obito, and held him close. He was losing his friend again, and this time, it was worse.
“Yes,” he whispered. “I do. But you can’t force peace.”
“No?” Obito asked, coughing again. Kakashi tightened his arm around him, not wanting Obito to go. “I suppose . . . I suppose I will . . . never know.” Shaking with a violent fit of coughing, Obito sagged again in Kakashi’s arms, and looked up at him one last time.
“I’ll be haunting you,” Obito said, his hand falling lifelessly to his side.
“You’ve always been haunting me,” Kakashi whispered.
Struggling to find a final breath to laugh, Obito fell slack in Kakashi’s arms for the last time.