Hidden in the rain

Untitled Part 2

Chapter 2

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All was silent besides the quiet patter of rain drops falling upon the window pane as Kakashi slowly opened his eyes. He had forgot about where he was and who he was with until he spotted Obito in the corner. He seemed to be staring out the window gazing over at the skyscrapers outside as if it was the only thing left in the world to look at. It was as if he was hypnotized, his eyes wouldn't blink and his breaths hardly dared to escape.

"Obito where are we..?" Kakashi spoke out as he propped himself up on the creaky bed under him. He immediately regretted the action as a jolt of pain zipped through his chest. The gray haired male forgot about the stab wound from before and it took everything in him not to let out a hiss of pain. Although it seemed to be tightly bandaged and stitched up somehow which all the more sparked his curiosity on Obitos whereabouts when he was unconscious. Perhaps the menacing Uchiha still had a spark of his old self still in there, just maybe.

"Don't move so hastily you fool unless you want to the stitches to fuck up, i'm not sparing your ass if it happens again" snapped Obito. "Although we are at a inn in the hidden rain village.. I took off from the battlefield and decided this was the best place to go". He groaned out every word as if it were a task but secretly the brunette hid a lump of worry at the back of his mind. He had no idea what he was thinking just dashing off and ditching his responsibilities, he didn't even know where his place in anything was anymore. Madara sure as hell would not let his ass come back after leaving him in the dust so suddenly while at the same time he was still always going to be considered the worlds enemy after all the shit hes done. He definitely fucked up big time and even that would be considered a under statement yet here he was being looked at as if he were a precious treasure box full of jewels by none other then his old childhood friend. Kakashi.He hated him so much. He wanted to.

"Ah...I see.. So you decided to take a little detour away from the war, hmm.." Kakashi hummed. "Does this mean you've dropped out on the villain stuff for good? Or am I just a hostage because if so I can't let you do that..I need to get back and help the others" chuckled the gray haired man once more. He was practically beaming for some odd reason, maybe it was because he was away from the chaos of the battlefield after endless days of fighting or perhaps it was due to Obitos presence. He dared not say anyway.

"As of now its none of your concern.. the predicament we were in only led to this situation as a impulsive result" huffed Obito as he slid off his under armor and exposed his skin. He was quite toned ,his shoulders were broader, his legs long and tan, and his facial structure more sharp and defined then before. He was a totally different person from the skinny and short boy Kakashi always remembered.

"Well anyway the predicament could of been solved if you only would of killed me but you can't" chuckled Kakashi. He knew exactly what he was doing and it was working as he watched Obito angrily tread over to the bed and straddle him. The Uchiha was practically fuming as he planted that familiar pout onto his face. It was almost as if that tiny shred of Obitos past self shone through his current exterior for the slightest moment and it gave Kakashi hope.He always upturned his lips like that when he knew someone else was right despite not wanting to admit it and whenever he was embarrassed.Kakashi could never forget that small blush that used to decorate his cheeks as a child.

"Shut the fuck up ...don't go thinking you hold anything special over me..y-you're nothing" spat out the brunette in trembles. He was trying so desperately to keep up his rough demeanor that it actually ended up contradicting his fabricated attempts of indifference. His eyes always told the truth and he knew it. He knew that he was in the wrong, he always seemed to be when it came to Kakashi. He always was out smarted by the gray haired man even to this day it was obvious and god how it made him shake with anger and confusion. The brunette always wanted to beat him to the punch but here he was nearly in tears as Kakashi planted his soft hands over the scarred part of his face. He could only watch in bewilderment as each of Kakashis digits skated over the individual scars on his cheek. Lingering, those gentle fingers seemed to caress each scratch as if asking for permission. It was overbearing to say the least, after all these years, after all the horrible things Obito did, Kakashi touched him as if he were glass.