Little Sunshine

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(ง ⌣ ~ ⌣) ง


I held Kakashi's corpse in my arms.

It was... hard to believe.

Hard to accept.

Was he really dead?

Why didn't he choose us? I wondered. Obito was beside me, leaning heavily into my back. We were holding hands, but it was hard to feel his warmth. The rain was heavy, cold, oppressive.

Kakashi was colder.

The rain washed away the red. He was only pale.

His lips were purple and blue, purple and blue, purple and blue.

With each drop of blood that washed away in the rain, I felt another part of me break.

I had sacrificed so much.

I'm so tired.

My hands were soaked in Red.

I'm so tired.

I couldn't—

I—

"I can't do this," I whispered.

Tomorrow, Obito would transport the Akatsuki to Konoha. They would collect the last bijū.

The world would be at peace soon.

Everything was coming to an end and I—

"Obito," I whimpered.

Obito leaned into me, nuzzling into my neck. "Yes, Oni-hime?"

"I'm—I—"

"I know," he said.

"I'm falling apart," I admitted quietly.

"Me, too."

"I'm so tired."

"Me, too."

"Will it really be over tomorrow? Can we—can we finally rest?"

"Yes," he said.

"We'll really see Kakashi tomorrow, too, right...?"

"Yes," he said.

"He's—he'll scold us, right?"

"Probably," said Obito, chuckling weakly. He swallowed heavily. "He'll be unhappy we kept him in the dark so long."

I leaned into him, closing my eyes. "We can retire after this."

"Laze on the beach somewhere."

"You'll get sunburned within the hour."

"Will not."

"Will too. Kashi will laugh at how red you'll be."

Obito kissed the top of my head. "You'll put the medicine on me afterwards though, right?"

"Yeah," I whispered. "Kashi will help. He always does."

"Yeah," Obito echoed.

(ง ⌣ ~ ⌣) ง


She was tired, so Owari took control.

Obito was tired too, but he had to go back to Konoha anyway. Owari kissed Obito goodbye, the Uchiha lingering in their parting.

There was a mention of him kidnapping Naruto, but after what had happened with Kakashi—

Neither could bring themselves to suggest the idea to Madara.

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