[log][Monday, OOC Week] [Open]
Who: Unchiha Obito, Hatake Kakashi; OPEN
When: Monday of OOC week.
Where: Outside of Obito's suite (now, anyway)
Summary: Kakashi's decided to visit his best friend and play board games. Obito's decided to act like a proper, self-serving member of his clan. This can only end well!
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Boys kissing, and blood. 8D Also, creepy!Obito and weepy!super-uke!Kakashi. Maaaaaaadness
Notes: It's so easy when you're evil~ Ahem. I mean, someone should save Kakashi! And wow, this turned out long!
It was quite a walk to Obito's room from his, but Kakashi was all too glad to make the trip. He'd wanted to see his best friend from the very moment reset had occurred, perhaps even before.
Well, he always wanted to see Obito. But now he had to, to make sure his friend was all right. And maybe just to see him and hang out. Perhaps they could even go down to the rec room and play some games together!
He paused in front of Obito's door, chewing on his bottom lip nervously before reaching out a hand and timidly knocking on the door. "Obito? Are you there?"
Obito was reading in his room, thinking. There was a lot on his mind. Madara had told him weeks ago that killing Kakashi was the key to his advancement. If he wanted to further his sharingan, the fastest way would be to kill Kakashi. Obito wasn't entirely sure how that worked, but he was certain that Madara wouldn't lie about it. Oh, Madara would lie about about many things, and Obito was sure of that. But not about the sharingan. That was entirely too important.
Obito smiled when he heard his friend's voice at the door. It was fortuitous, really. He'd been so indecisive before, but with Kakashi there, it seemed like a done deal. Now, to create the right opportunity.
"I'm here!" Obito said. "Just on my bed, reading. Come on in!"
Kakashi smiled and opened the door, peeking his head. He had judged his mask to be too concealing, no longer comfortable with the wall it put up between him and the outside world, but his headband was still tilted over the Sharingan, for practicality.
Upon confirming Obito's location, he slipped into the room fully and closed the door behind him, walking over to the bed. "What are you reading?" He peered at the book nosily, plopping down gracelessly onto the foot of Obito's bed.
Obito noticed the lack of mask quickly. How very interesting! Kakashi was never without it. And he was smiling so freely. Doubly interesting.
"It's called Tale of the Heike," Obito said, setting the book down.
"Apparently it's from a place called Japan, but it reminds me of my own family. But it's not important. What brings you here?" Obito smiled happily at his friend. It didn't bother him that he was planning on killing Kakashi, it wasn't personal. Oh, well, maybe it was. Obito truly did care about Kakashi! But if his death would further Obito's goals, it was a necessary sacrifice.
"I just wanted to see you." Kakashi felt his cheeks burn red and he looked away. "I thought we could do something together, if you'd like." He scooted closer to Obito on the bed, his one visible eye shyly peering back at him.
"See me?" Obito asked. "Why? Not that I'm not flattered." Obito scooted down towards Kakashi, closing the distance. He had to think about this carefully. He had a flat screwdriver in his room. Surely with enough of a thrust, that would be enough to kill Kakashi. It might be a bit messy, but he'd find a way to clean it up. He could always say they were attacked--the facility was quite violent.
First, however, he would have to distract Kakashi. Smiling again, he patted his friend's shoulder. "It's nice to see you without your mask on. Maybe I should take these goggles off?" he asked, poking at the orange goggles on his face.
Kakashi brightened a little when Obito touched him, reaching out to grab said goggles. "I'll get them." He carefully lifted them off of Obito's head, placing them beside him on the bed. Yes, this was much better. No barriers, nothing blocking their views of each other. "And I wanted to because... you're my best friend. Why wouldn't I want to see you?"
"Oh, thank you." Obito was surprised when Kakashi removed his goggles. There was a little rush when it happened, his heart beating faster. It confirmed Obito's belief that Kakashi was the ultimate sacrifice for this. But how to get closer without arising suspicion? And how to get to the screwdriver? He would have to think.
Leaning his head on Kakashi's shoulder, he smiled. "I'm glad that you think I'm your best friend," Obito said, his arm sneaking around Kakashi's waist. "I . . . you're my best friend, too. No one better in the world then you." Obito tilted his head to smile at Kakashi, the wheels in his head turning. The next move would be a risk, but it would be worth it, to distract him.
Kakashi let himself be pulled closer, surprised to feel his face flushing again. He returned Obito's smile with one of his own, inching ever closer to the boy until they were nearly flush against each other. "Did you have anything planned today? I was hoping we could play a game of shogi or something, but if you don't want to, we can do something else."
"Shogi? With me?" Obito beamed at his friend. "Excellent idea." He gave Kakashi a quick kiss on the cheek--so soft! It was such a shame he had to kill Kakashi--and hopped off his bed.
"Actually, why don't I bring some tea, too?" Obito said, heading to his closet. He could very easily go into the closet and retrieve his teapot and cups, and hid the screwdriver in his sleeve. And at the right moment, well, Kakashi would never see it coming. Yes. Perfect.
Kakashi snapped himself out of his kiss-induced stupor, cheeks still reddened with embarrassment. He touched the spot where Obito had kissed, then answered meekly. "Ah-- Sure. The board's down in the rec room, do you want me to go get it?" Obito was acting rather strangely, but Kakashi chalked it up to his own behavior. He just wasn't used to being this open with Obito; of course it'd be different.
That reaction was exactly what he had been planning. Obito smiled, and turned to face his friend again.
"Oh, you want to play here?" he asked. "I thought we'd play there--but here is just as good!" Obito thought it might be even better, he could quickly warm the water for tea and search the room for anything else he could use as a weapon. He would not take any chances with this--Kakashi would die, and a more powerful sharingan would be his. "Um, so, yeah. Go get the board and I'll make tea! I think I even have some chocolate here as well." Obito could at least see to it that his friend had something nice to eat before he died.
"Is it dark chocolate?" Kakashi asked on his way out the door, looking at Obito over his shoulder. "I don't really like sweets." He paused, leaning against the door frame for Obito's answer. It would take a few minutes to go all the way down to the rec room and back up again, but if he hurried, it wouldn't take too long. He didn't want to be away from Obito for very long, being alone was extremely unappealing.
"Well, it's not very sweet," Obito said. "And the tea is very bitter, so the sweetness of the chocolate balances it out. I apologize, my grandfather has ice cream, but I don't think I can get to it. He's daydreaming at the moment." It would be a shame if Kakashi didn't enjoy the chocolate. Obito would feel guilty. The very least he could offer his friend was something different from the norm, and it was a shame that it might not match his tastes.
"Well... That's okay. I'm sure it tastes fine." Even if it was too sweet, he'd eat it any way. It would be rude to refuse something Obito had freely offered him. A tiny smile lit up his face and he gave his friend a short wave good-bye. "I'll be back soon." He darted off, racing down the stairs as fast as he could without risking tripping and tumbling down them.
"Oh, good! I would be terribly sad if you didn't like it." Smiling brightly, he waved at Kakashi. "Be careful! I'll have tea ready when you get back!"
Waiting for Kakashi to be gone, Obito pulled the tea set out, and the tea. With fire jutsu, it would be ready instantaneously. Grabbing the screwdriver, he shoved it into his sleeve, practicing withdrawing it and stabbing. Satisfied, Obito grinned. He was ready. All he needed now was to prepare the tea, and wait for his all to trusting friend to return.
Easy as cake.
It took less than a minute to find the shogi board. He made a mental note to return it later, sure that someone else would want to use it at some point. It'd be pretty rude to hog it.
He was a little thankful that no one was around to see him take it; hopefully he'd be able to get it to Obito's room and back with no incident. Going back up was a little slower with the awkward weight in his hands, but soon he found himself at Obito's door again. He nudged it with his shoulder.
"Can you get the door for me, Obito?"
The tea was steeping when Kakashi returned. Depite looking over his room, Obito had found no other weapons. He frowned. The only near weapon he had was the screwdriver, and he wasn't sure if he would have enough force to shove it into Kakashi. If he lunged at Kakashi, there would be a chance, but then Kakashi would see him coming. But his plan was to distract Kakashi and stab him in the back. It would be trickier to do.
There could be no room for error. And given the way Kakashi had reacted to that small kiss on the cheek, Obito was certain that another kiss would prove to further distract him.
"Oh, yes!," Obito said. He smiled and opened the door, allowing his friend in. He was anxious to start his plan, but shook his head. It would be foolish to do this now. He would wait. It was better to play it out bit by bit. Distracting Kakashi would be much easier during the game. "Why don't we just set it up on my bed?"
"Alright." Kakashi smiled as he set out to do so, carefully placing the board on the bed and setting up the game. He could smell the tea from the bed and inhaled softly, enjoying the scent. "Is the tea ready?"
"Mmm, just about, I think," Obito said, smiling. "I apologize, I don't have a plate to rest the chocolate on, so we'll have to eat it from the bar. We are so limited here." Obito frowned, and pours the tea carefully, handing Kakashi a cup once the board was set.
"That's fine, I understand." Kakashi gratefully accepted the cup, breathing in the scent before taking a slow sip. He sat cross-legged on the bed, savoring the tea. With no need to hide his face, he could actually enjoy the food and drink instead of trying to inhale it as quickly as possible. He could no longer understand why he always felt the need to wear that dumb mask anyway.
Obito took a sip of the tea, smiling thoughtfully. "It's nice to see you without that mask," he said. "I always thought it was a little unnecessary. You do have such a nice face. I never did understand why you hid it."
If his plan was to work, Kakashi needed to be flattered and coaxed. He would miss the attachment to Kakashi, but in the long run, it would serve him better. Kakashi looked at the board, and smiled pleasantly at his friend. "I believe you go first."
"I don't think I want to wear it anymore. It's much nicer without it." Kakashi couldn't help but smile at the compliment, taking his first move in the game with something simple. It may have been a game of strategy, but he didn't want to think too much about it.
If his plan was to work, Kakashi needed to be flattered and coaxed. He would miss the attachment to Kakashi, but in the long run, it would serve him better. Obito looked at the board, and smiled pleasantly at his friend. "I believe you go first."
"Oh, good," Obito said. He moved his piece after some thought--if Kakashi continued to play without thinking, it might be an easy win. In more ways then one.
"I probably should stop wearing my goggles," Obito said, smiling. "My eyes don't seem to be so easily irritated anymore, now that I've activated the sharingan. Which is nice. Chocolate?" Obito held a pice out for Kakashi, smiling pleasantly. Inside he was thrilled, excited for the moment his full plan would be unleashed.
"Thank you." Again Kakashi moved his piece without much thought, taking the piece of chocolate and nibbling it. It was a little too sweet for his tastes, but he ate it anyway, trying not to make a face. "I like your goggles, though. I wouldn't mind if you kept wearing them."
"It is a little sweet, isn't it?" Obito sad. He noticed the grimace on Kakashi's face, it was slight but there. Any capable shinobi would have noticed. "And--wait. You like my goggles? Really?" Obito smiled, and grabbed them. "Maybe you should put them on, then. Let me see you with them." He leaned over the board, offering the goggles.
"I like them on you." Kakashi backed away a bit, dodging the incoming goggles. "I don't really want to wear them myself..." But if Obito insisted, he probably would just to please him. Just wearing the goggles wasn't too bad...
"Oh, well. If you like them on me, I'll put them on. For you." It was like offering a final request, wasn't it? He owed Kakashi that, he wanted to make his death as pleasant as possible, really. He pulled the goggles on, and grinned. "Better?"
Kakashi hummed in thought, then pushed the goggles up off of Obito's face and onto his forehead. Yes, it was best like that. "Much better."
Obito smiled. "I'm happy to oblige," he said. Sitting back on the bed, he moved his peice, and a thought crossed his mind.
"I hate to mention this . . . it's so embarrassing, but . . . Ahh, you. Remember those dreams?" Obito tried very hard to feign bashfulness. But perhaps, perhaps he could trick Kakashi into moving closer. "I just . . . I was wondering something."
Once again Kakashi felt his cheeks begin to burn as Obito's dream popped vividly into mind. He nodded, unconsciously moving closer to Obito, at least as close as he could without sitting on the board. He moved a piece, not particularly caring where it went. "I-- I remember."
"Oh. Well, you see," Obito said, leaning closer as he carefully slid his piece across the board, "I was just wondering if your lips were as soft as they were in my dream?"
"You... what?" Kakashi flustered, but didn't move away. He didn't notice that it was his turn, nor did he particularly care, not when Obito was talking about how he wanted to kiss him.
"What? They were really soft!" Obito said, laughing. "I mean, they can't really be that soft, right? It's impossible."
The look on Kakashi's face was perfect. Just as planned, Kakashi was definitely unaware of any ulterior motives. Now to just seal the deal . . . with a kiss, as it was. It was a delightfully deceptive plan in it's simplicity.
And of course, Kakashi fell right for it. He'd never been kissed before, and most definitely not straight on the lips. It felt nice, but he knew it wasn't right, and all he could think about was what might happen if Tenzou found out.
But it did feel very nice, and he was kissing back before he could think about it.
There was a downside to this plan, Obito himself felt a little . . . distracted. Kakashi's lips were soft--maybe not as soft as he had dreamed but still very nice. He pushed the board aside, and felt the screwdriver fall into his hand. Perfect.
"Kakashi," he whispered, still very close to his friend. He put his arm around Kakashi's waist, trying very hard to keep the screwdriver from touching Kakashi prematurely and alert him to the danger. "Your lips . . . Are very soft."
Kakashi didn't fight it as Obito pulled him closer, though he thought he probably should. "I-I-- Obito, I can't do this. I'm already with someone. Someone that I like a lot." He whispered; as much as he wanted to deny it though, he was itching to kiss Obito again.
Obito frowned. "Don't you like me a lot, Kakashi?" he asked, nose brushing against Kakashi's as Obito tried to look unhappy. "I know . . . we never had much time together. But now . . ." Obito leaned forward, almost kissing Kakashi, and then stopped. "No," he whispered. "I can't. If . . . if you don't want me . . ."
It was a risk, trying to get Kakashi to kiss him, but with it. Obito wanted to know that Kakashi's feelings for him were superior to all others. Not that it mattered in the long run. Kakashi's life belonged to Obito, after all. He had saved him. This was just a small price to pay, right? Right.
Kakashi nearly panicked at Obito's words, stumbling out apologies as he tried to explain himself. "No, it's not like that at all! I do like you, a lot, you're my best friend! Both you and Tenzou are very, very important to me, just... i-in different ways. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I really, really care about you!" Oh, but Obito's lips were right there and Kakashi was aching to kiss them again, it had felt so nice. He'd never really thought of his lips as being sensitive before, but they were tingling now, warming with every breath Obito took.
The hand not tightly wrapped around the screwdriver reached up, touching Kakashi's lips. Obito was quite surprised that Kakashi was being so difficult. He shouldn't be. He looked Kakashi in the eye, feeling determined, fierce. He was not pleased that Yamato had taken Kakashi from him--Kakashi's entire life was owed to Obito.
"Are you . . . sure?" Obito asked. "You're . . . you're breaking my heart, Kakashi." He needed Kakashi to kiss him. He would hate to force himself on his friend, but if that was the case, well, it was what he would have to do. One last kiss, and a stab in the back. It had to work.
"What... What do you want me to do?" Kakashi asked meekly, shifting his eye away from Obito's. The fingers brushing against his lips was a powerful reminder, teasing him into wanting another kiss more and more. It only took another few seconds for his self-control to break and he kissed the Uchiha again, pressing their lips together desperately to feel that smooth heat once more. If this was what Obito wanted, if it was what made Obito happy... then Kakashi would gladly give it.
Getting Kakashi to kiss him again had been worthwhile. Somehow, as his lips parted against Kakashi's, he found the semblance to tighten the grip on the screwdriver. It would be terrible to end this moment, but worse to miss the chance.
The screwdriver tight in his hand, Obito moved it, positioning his hand to strike.
The movement caught Kakashi's eye and he made a questioning noise into the kiss, moving to pull back and see whatever it was properly.
"Mmph? What?" Obito asked, a little surprised. Had Kakashi noticed something? He kissed his friend's cheek, trying to pull him back into the moment. "Is something wrong?"
"What are you-- doing?" Kakashi tried to turn his head, but was briefly distracted by another kiss. "I thought I saw something moving..."
Obito smiled. "Isn't it obvious what I'm doing?" he asked, kissing the corner of Kakashi's mouth. His plan was faltering now--had kissing his friend really distracted him enough to mess this up? He cursed himself, the plan had seemed so simple and perfect.
Moving his hands around front, he would have to do this the harder way. Kakashi still wouldn't be expecting it, he was sure. The screwdriver he concealed pressed against the sleep of his jacket, meeting Kakashi's gaze with his own. "You know, I really do love you," he said, smiling. "I couldn't do this if I didn't." Shifting the grip of the screwdriver, Obito raised his hand and stabbed towards Kakashi's heart.
Kakashi choked, more shocked than anything else at the initial pain of the stab. He looked down at the source of the pain, not quite believing what had just happened. "O-Obito... why...?" Tears sprung to his eyes, spilling over his bared cheeks.
Fortunately Obito had missed his target, but Kakashi was still bleeding and there was so much pain. He whimpered, one hand trying hopelessly to stop the blood flow.
"I missed?" Obito looked angry, but his expression softened. "Oh Kakashi. I told you. It's because you are important to me." Stroking Kakashi's face gently, Obito looked sad. "You're my best friend, and the closest person to me in the world. And if I kill you . . " he said, leaning close to Kakashi, "if I kill you, my sharingan will become stronger. Don't you want me to become stronger?"
Trembling as more tears dripped down his face, Kakashi shook his head. "I-I don't want to die... Please don't do this, Obito!" He tried to pull away, nearly falling off the bed in the process. "I don't want to die!" He was terrified, frightened of what Obito had turned into.
"Do you think I wanted to die?" Obito asked, trapping Kakashi on the bed. He didn't want him to get away, although he was a bit disgusted at the amount of blood that was getting on his bed. Maybe Komui would allow him to sleep in the workroom. Or Madara might be able to help. "I didn't, you know. But I died for you. I would die for you as many times as you needed me to." He looked down on Kakashi, feeling nothing but respect and adoration for his friend. But it couldn't last much longer.
"I am truly sorry, Kakashi," Obito said. "But you must die. I'm sure you'll come back to me, good as new."
Self-preservation finally kicked in and Kakashi shoved Obito off, making a run for the door. It took longer than he would have liked to get the door open, and he was still losing blood fast. He had to find a healer, and he was beginning to panic again. Darting down the hallway, he tried to remember the way to the staircase, to somewhere where there would be people.
When: Monday of OOC week.
Where: Outside of Obito's suite (now, anyway)
Summary: Kakashi's decided to visit his best friend and play board games. Obito's decided to act like a proper, self-serving member of his clan. This can only end well!
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Boys kissing, and blood. 8D Also, creepy!Obito and weepy!super-uke!Kakashi. Maaaaaaadness
Notes: It's so easy when you're evil~ Ahem. I mean, someone should save Kakashi! And wow, this turned out long!
It was quite a walk to Obito's room from his, but Kakashi was all too glad to make the trip. He'd wanted to see his best friend from the very moment reset had occurred, perhaps even before.
Well, he always wanted to see Obito. But now he had to, to make sure his friend was all right. And maybe just to see him and hang out. Perhaps they could even go down to the rec room and play some games together!
He paused in front of Obito's door, chewing on his bottom lip nervously before reaching out a hand and timidly knocking on the door. "Obito? Are you there?"
Obito was reading in his room, thinking. There was a lot on his mind. Madara had told him weeks ago that killing Kakashi was the key to his advancement. If he wanted to further his sharingan, the fastest way would be to kill Kakashi. Obito wasn't entirely sure how that worked, but he was certain that Madara wouldn't lie about it. Oh, Madara would lie about about many things, and Obito was sure of that. But not about the sharingan. That was entirely too important.
Obito smiled when he heard his friend's voice at the door. It was fortuitous, really. He'd been so indecisive before, but with Kakashi there, it seemed like a done deal. Now, to create the right opportunity.
"I'm here!" Obito said. "Just on my bed, reading. Come on in!"
Kakashi smiled and opened the door, peeking his head. He had judged his mask to be too concealing, no longer comfortable with the wall it put up between him and the outside world, but his headband was still tilted over the Sharingan, for practicality.
Upon confirming Obito's location, he slipped into the room fully and closed the door behind him, walking over to the bed. "What are you reading?" He peered at the book nosily, plopping down gracelessly onto the foot of Obito's bed.
Obito noticed the lack of mask quickly. How very interesting! Kakashi was never without it. And he was smiling so freely. Doubly interesting.
"It's called Tale of the Heike," Obito said, setting the book down.
"Apparently it's from a place called Japan, but it reminds me of my own family. But it's not important. What brings you here?" Obito smiled happily at his friend. It didn't bother him that he was planning on killing Kakashi, it wasn't personal. Oh, well, maybe it was. Obito truly did care about Kakashi! But if his death would further Obito's goals, it was a necessary sacrifice.
"I just wanted to see you." Kakashi felt his cheeks burn red and he looked away. "I thought we could do something together, if you'd like." He scooted closer to Obito on the bed, his one visible eye shyly peering back at him.
"See me?" Obito asked. "Why? Not that I'm not flattered." Obito scooted down towards Kakashi, closing the distance. He had to think about this carefully. He had a flat screwdriver in his room. Surely with enough of a thrust, that would be enough to kill Kakashi. It might be a bit messy, but he'd find a way to clean it up. He could always say they were attacked--the facility was quite violent.
First, however, he would have to distract Kakashi. Smiling again, he patted his friend's shoulder. "It's nice to see you without your mask on. Maybe I should take these goggles off?" he asked, poking at the orange goggles on his face.
Kakashi brightened a little when Obito touched him, reaching out to grab said goggles. "I'll get them." He carefully lifted them off of Obito's head, placing them beside him on the bed. Yes, this was much better. No barriers, nothing blocking their views of each other. "And I wanted to because... you're my best friend. Why wouldn't I want to see you?"
"Oh, thank you." Obito was surprised when Kakashi removed his goggles. There was a little rush when it happened, his heart beating faster. It confirmed Obito's belief that Kakashi was the ultimate sacrifice for this. But how to get closer without arising suspicion? And how to get to the screwdriver? He would have to think.
Leaning his head on Kakashi's shoulder, he smiled. "I'm glad that you think I'm your best friend," Obito said, his arm sneaking around Kakashi's waist. "I . . . you're my best friend, too. No one better in the world then you." Obito tilted his head to smile at Kakashi, the wheels in his head turning. The next move would be a risk, but it would be worth it, to distract him.
Kakashi let himself be pulled closer, surprised to feel his face flushing again. He returned Obito's smile with one of his own, inching ever closer to the boy until they were nearly flush against each other. "Did you have anything planned today? I was hoping we could play a game of shogi or something, but if you don't want to, we can do something else."
"Shogi? With me?" Obito beamed at his friend. "Excellent idea." He gave Kakashi a quick kiss on the cheek--so soft! It was such a shame he had to kill Kakashi--and hopped off his bed.
"Actually, why don't I bring some tea, too?" Obito said, heading to his closet. He could very easily go into the closet and retrieve his teapot and cups, and hid the screwdriver in his sleeve. And at the right moment, well, Kakashi would never see it coming. Yes. Perfect.
Kakashi snapped himself out of his kiss-induced stupor, cheeks still reddened with embarrassment. He touched the spot where Obito had kissed, then answered meekly. "Ah-- Sure. The board's down in the rec room, do you want me to go get it?" Obito was acting rather strangely, but Kakashi chalked it up to his own behavior. He just wasn't used to being this open with Obito; of course it'd be different.
That reaction was exactly what he had been planning. Obito smiled, and turned to face his friend again.
"Oh, you want to play here?" he asked. "I thought we'd play there--but here is just as good!" Obito thought it might be even better, he could quickly warm the water for tea and search the room for anything else he could use as a weapon. He would not take any chances with this--Kakashi would die, and a more powerful sharingan would be his. "Um, so, yeah. Go get the board and I'll make tea! I think I even have some chocolate here as well." Obito could at least see to it that his friend had something nice to eat before he died.
"Is it dark chocolate?" Kakashi asked on his way out the door, looking at Obito over his shoulder. "I don't really like sweets." He paused, leaning against the door frame for Obito's answer. It would take a few minutes to go all the way down to the rec room and back up again, but if he hurried, it wouldn't take too long. He didn't want to be away from Obito for very long, being alone was extremely unappealing.
"Well, it's not very sweet," Obito said. "And the tea is very bitter, so the sweetness of the chocolate balances it out. I apologize, my grandfather has ice cream, but I don't think I can get to it. He's daydreaming at the moment." It would be a shame if Kakashi didn't enjoy the chocolate. Obito would feel guilty. The very least he could offer his friend was something different from the norm, and it was a shame that it might not match his tastes.
"Well... That's okay. I'm sure it tastes fine." Even if it was too sweet, he'd eat it any way. It would be rude to refuse something Obito had freely offered him. A tiny smile lit up his face and he gave his friend a short wave good-bye. "I'll be back soon." He darted off, racing down the stairs as fast as he could without risking tripping and tumbling down them.
"Oh, good! I would be terribly sad if you didn't like it." Smiling brightly, he waved at Kakashi. "Be careful! I'll have tea ready when you get back!"
Waiting for Kakashi to be gone, Obito pulled the tea set out, and the tea. With fire jutsu, it would be ready instantaneously. Grabbing the screwdriver, he shoved it into his sleeve, practicing withdrawing it and stabbing. Satisfied, Obito grinned. He was ready. All he needed now was to prepare the tea, and wait for his all to trusting friend to return.
Easy as cake.
It took less than a minute to find the shogi board. He made a mental note to return it later, sure that someone else would want to use it at some point. It'd be pretty rude to hog it.
He was a little thankful that no one was around to see him take it; hopefully he'd be able to get it to Obito's room and back with no incident. Going back up was a little slower with the awkward weight in his hands, but soon he found himself at Obito's door again. He nudged it with his shoulder.
"Can you get the door for me, Obito?"
The tea was steeping when Kakashi returned. Depite looking over his room, Obito had found no other weapons. He frowned. The only near weapon he had was the screwdriver, and he wasn't sure if he would have enough force to shove it into Kakashi. If he lunged at Kakashi, there would be a chance, but then Kakashi would see him coming. But his plan was to distract Kakashi and stab him in the back. It would be trickier to do.
There could be no room for error. And given the way Kakashi had reacted to that small kiss on the cheek, Obito was certain that another kiss would prove to further distract him.
"Oh, yes!," Obito said. He smiled and opened the door, allowing his friend in. He was anxious to start his plan, but shook his head. It would be foolish to do this now. He would wait. It was better to play it out bit by bit. Distracting Kakashi would be much easier during the game. "Why don't we just set it up on my bed?"
"Alright." Kakashi smiled as he set out to do so, carefully placing the board on the bed and setting up the game. He could smell the tea from the bed and inhaled softly, enjoying the scent. "Is the tea ready?"
"Mmm, just about, I think," Obito said, smiling. "I apologize, I don't have a plate to rest the chocolate on, so we'll have to eat it from the bar. We are so limited here." Obito frowned, and pours the tea carefully, handing Kakashi a cup once the board was set.
"That's fine, I understand." Kakashi gratefully accepted the cup, breathing in the scent before taking a slow sip. He sat cross-legged on the bed, savoring the tea. With no need to hide his face, he could actually enjoy the food and drink instead of trying to inhale it as quickly as possible. He could no longer understand why he always felt the need to wear that dumb mask anyway.
Obito took a sip of the tea, smiling thoughtfully. "It's nice to see you without that mask," he said. "I always thought it was a little unnecessary. You do have such a nice face. I never did understand why you hid it."
If his plan was to work, Kakashi needed to be flattered and coaxed. He would miss the attachment to Kakashi, but in the long run, it would serve him better. Kakashi looked at the board, and smiled pleasantly at his friend. "I believe you go first."
"I don't think I want to wear it anymore. It's much nicer without it." Kakashi couldn't help but smile at the compliment, taking his first move in the game with something simple. It may have been a game of strategy, but he didn't want to think too much about it.
If his plan was to work, Kakashi needed to be flattered and coaxed. He would miss the attachment to Kakashi, but in the long run, it would serve him better. Obito looked at the board, and smiled pleasantly at his friend. "I believe you go first."
"Oh, good," Obito said. He moved his piece after some thought--if Kakashi continued to play without thinking, it might be an easy win. In more ways then one.
"I probably should stop wearing my goggles," Obito said, smiling. "My eyes don't seem to be so easily irritated anymore, now that I've activated the sharingan. Which is nice. Chocolate?" Obito held a pice out for Kakashi, smiling pleasantly. Inside he was thrilled, excited for the moment his full plan would be unleashed.
"Thank you." Again Kakashi moved his piece without much thought, taking the piece of chocolate and nibbling it. It was a little too sweet for his tastes, but he ate it anyway, trying not to make a face. "I like your goggles, though. I wouldn't mind if you kept wearing them."
"It is a little sweet, isn't it?" Obito sad. He noticed the grimace on Kakashi's face, it was slight but there. Any capable shinobi would have noticed. "And--wait. You like my goggles? Really?" Obito smiled, and grabbed them. "Maybe you should put them on, then. Let me see you with them." He leaned over the board, offering the goggles.
"I like them on you." Kakashi backed away a bit, dodging the incoming goggles. "I don't really want to wear them myself..." But if Obito insisted, he probably would just to please him. Just wearing the goggles wasn't too bad...
"Oh, well. If you like them on me, I'll put them on. For you." It was like offering a final request, wasn't it? He owed Kakashi that, he wanted to make his death as pleasant as possible, really. He pulled the goggles on, and grinned. "Better?"
Kakashi hummed in thought, then pushed the goggles up off of Obito's face and onto his forehead. Yes, it was best like that. "Much better."
Obito smiled. "I'm happy to oblige," he said. Sitting back on the bed, he moved his peice, and a thought crossed his mind.
"I hate to mention this . . . it's so embarrassing, but . . . Ahh, you. Remember those dreams?" Obito tried very hard to feign bashfulness. But perhaps, perhaps he could trick Kakashi into moving closer. "I just . . . I was wondering something."
Once again Kakashi felt his cheeks begin to burn as Obito's dream popped vividly into mind. He nodded, unconsciously moving closer to Obito, at least as close as he could without sitting on the board. He moved a piece, not particularly caring where it went. "I-- I remember."
"Oh. Well, you see," Obito said, leaning closer as he carefully slid his piece across the board, "I was just wondering if your lips were as soft as they were in my dream?"
"You... what?" Kakashi flustered, but didn't move away. He didn't notice that it was his turn, nor did he particularly care, not when Obito was talking about how he wanted to kiss him.
"What? They were really soft!" Obito said, laughing. "I mean, they can't really be that soft, right? It's impossible."
The look on Kakashi's face was perfect. Just as planned, Kakashi was definitely unaware of any ulterior motives. Now to just seal the deal . . . with a kiss, as it was. It was a delightfully deceptive plan in it's simplicity.
And of course, Kakashi fell right for it. He'd never been kissed before, and most definitely not straight on the lips. It felt nice, but he knew it wasn't right, and all he could think about was what might happen if Tenzou found out.
But it did feel very nice, and he was kissing back before he could think about it.
There was a downside to this plan, Obito himself felt a little . . . distracted. Kakashi's lips were soft--maybe not as soft as he had dreamed but still very nice. He pushed the board aside, and felt the screwdriver fall into his hand. Perfect.
"Kakashi," he whispered, still very close to his friend. He put his arm around Kakashi's waist, trying very hard to keep the screwdriver from touching Kakashi prematurely and alert him to the danger. "Your lips . . . Are very soft."
Kakashi didn't fight it as Obito pulled him closer, though he thought he probably should. "I-I-- Obito, I can't do this. I'm already with someone. Someone that I like a lot." He whispered; as much as he wanted to deny it though, he was itching to kiss Obito again.
Obito frowned. "Don't you like me a lot, Kakashi?" he asked, nose brushing against Kakashi's as Obito tried to look unhappy. "I know . . . we never had much time together. But now . . ." Obito leaned forward, almost kissing Kakashi, and then stopped. "No," he whispered. "I can't. If . . . if you don't want me . . ."
It was a risk, trying to get Kakashi to kiss him, but with it. Obito wanted to know that Kakashi's feelings for him were superior to all others. Not that it mattered in the long run. Kakashi's life belonged to Obito, after all. He had saved him. This was just a small price to pay, right? Right.
Kakashi nearly panicked at Obito's words, stumbling out apologies as he tried to explain himself. "No, it's not like that at all! I do like you, a lot, you're my best friend! Both you and Tenzou are very, very important to me, just... i-in different ways. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I really, really care about you!" Oh, but Obito's lips were right there and Kakashi was aching to kiss them again, it had felt so nice. He'd never really thought of his lips as being sensitive before, but they were tingling now, warming with every breath Obito took.
The hand not tightly wrapped around the screwdriver reached up, touching Kakashi's lips. Obito was quite surprised that Kakashi was being so difficult. He shouldn't be. He looked Kakashi in the eye, feeling determined, fierce. He was not pleased that Yamato had taken Kakashi from him--Kakashi's entire life was owed to Obito.
"Are you . . . sure?" Obito asked. "You're . . . you're breaking my heart, Kakashi." He needed Kakashi to kiss him. He would hate to force himself on his friend, but if that was the case, well, it was what he would have to do. One last kiss, and a stab in the back. It had to work.
"What... What do you want me to do?" Kakashi asked meekly, shifting his eye away from Obito's. The fingers brushing against his lips was a powerful reminder, teasing him into wanting another kiss more and more. It only took another few seconds for his self-control to break and he kissed the Uchiha again, pressing their lips together desperately to feel that smooth heat once more. If this was what Obito wanted, if it was what made Obito happy... then Kakashi would gladly give it.
Getting Kakashi to kiss him again had been worthwhile. Somehow, as his lips parted against Kakashi's, he found the semblance to tighten the grip on the screwdriver. It would be terrible to end this moment, but worse to miss the chance.
The screwdriver tight in his hand, Obito moved it, positioning his hand to strike.
The movement caught Kakashi's eye and he made a questioning noise into the kiss, moving to pull back and see whatever it was properly.
"Mmph? What?" Obito asked, a little surprised. Had Kakashi noticed something? He kissed his friend's cheek, trying to pull him back into the moment. "Is something wrong?"
"What are you-- doing?" Kakashi tried to turn his head, but was briefly distracted by another kiss. "I thought I saw something moving..."
Obito smiled. "Isn't it obvious what I'm doing?" he asked, kissing the corner of Kakashi's mouth. His plan was faltering now--had kissing his friend really distracted him enough to mess this up? He cursed himself, the plan had seemed so simple and perfect.
Moving his hands around front, he would have to do this the harder way. Kakashi still wouldn't be expecting it, he was sure. The screwdriver he concealed pressed against the sleep of his jacket, meeting Kakashi's gaze with his own. "You know, I really do love you," he said, smiling. "I couldn't do this if I didn't." Shifting the grip of the screwdriver, Obito raised his hand and stabbed towards Kakashi's heart.
Kakashi choked, more shocked than anything else at the initial pain of the stab. He looked down at the source of the pain, not quite believing what had just happened. "O-Obito... why...?" Tears sprung to his eyes, spilling over his bared cheeks.
Fortunately Obito had missed his target, but Kakashi was still bleeding and there was so much pain. He whimpered, one hand trying hopelessly to stop the blood flow.
"I missed?" Obito looked angry, but his expression softened. "Oh Kakashi. I told you. It's because you are important to me." Stroking Kakashi's face gently, Obito looked sad. "You're my best friend, and the closest person to me in the world. And if I kill you . . " he said, leaning close to Kakashi, "if I kill you, my sharingan will become stronger. Don't you want me to become stronger?"
Trembling as more tears dripped down his face, Kakashi shook his head. "I-I don't want to die... Please don't do this, Obito!" He tried to pull away, nearly falling off the bed in the process. "I don't want to die!" He was terrified, frightened of what Obito had turned into.
"Do you think I wanted to die?" Obito asked, trapping Kakashi on the bed. He didn't want him to get away, although he was a bit disgusted at the amount of blood that was getting on his bed. Maybe Komui would allow him to sleep in the workroom. Or Madara might be able to help. "I didn't, you know. But I died for you. I would die for you as many times as you needed me to." He looked down on Kakashi, feeling nothing but respect and adoration for his friend. But it couldn't last much longer.
"I am truly sorry, Kakashi," Obito said. "But you must die. I'm sure you'll come back to me, good as new."
Self-preservation finally kicked in and Kakashi shoved Obito off, making a run for the door. It took longer than he would have liked to get the door open, and he was still losing blood fast. He had to find a healer, and he was beginning to panic again. Darting down the hallway, he tried to remember the way to the staircase, to somewhere where there would be people.