People who Like Fire
Who : Uchiha Obito and Celena Schezar
Where : The Inn
When : Sometime during withdraw week
Summary : Obito gets captured!
Rating : PG
Warnings: None!
Obito was curled up in a bed, shaking. The effects of the current week's test were making it difficult for him to get any rest. The shaking was mostly constant, making his life generally miserable. Groaning, he rolled on the bed, trying to get comfortable for long enough to at least doze.
Rolling over on the bed again, he brushed the sweat off of his brow, and squeezed his eyes shut.
Celena Schezar, on the other hand, had given up on trying to sleep. She felt awful, twitchy and sweaty and she was absolutely bored with lying under her blankets being miserable. She was on the prowl, looking for something to distract her.
The messy, black hair poking out of the covers seemed like a god enough distraction. Whoever was under there wasn't asleep, if their movements were anything to go by, and was small enough not to be a full-grown man. There was nothing more amusing than teasing boys into sputtery messes, so she didn't hesitate, sauntering into the room and flopping onto her victim.
"Captured!" She declared, wrapping her arms around the person underneath.
"What the--GYAHH!"
Under normal circumstances, Obito's reaction time was much faster. Having trained with Madara, he'd gained speed and awareness that he had lacked before. But the sickness that was affecting him made him slower and less aware of his surroundings. The woman crashing down upon him made him scream, and he flailed, weakly thrashing under his covers against his intruder. He tried to push her away, not really sure who was attacking him. He hadn't had the opportunity to meet many people since the incident several weeks back, and before that he'd been feeling shy.
"Let me go!" he yelled. "Get off me!"
Celena laughed at the covered boy's reaction, though she was surprised at his strength. For such a compact, shivery lump, whoever was under there wasn't a soft child. She clung on, despite the protests.
"I can't." She explained, sounding far more chirpy than she felt. "You're my prisoner now and you have to entertain me." She twitched the cover off of his face and grinned down at him.
"Oh! You're one of the ninjas! I thought you types were meant to be uncatchable?"
Obito tried to muster a glower at the woman grinning down at him, but failed. Miserably. "I'm a lot more uncatchable when I'm not sick," he muttered. He shuddered again, and groaned. "I'm actually pretty fast. It's one of my few good points." He tried wriggling around in her grasp, but she held him tight. I wasn't fair, he was sick and miserable, and now he was captured.
Great.
"If you--ugh," Obito stopped mid-sentence to shake again, holding his mouth against the wave of nausea passing over him. Taking a long, steady breath, he looked up at her again. "I really don't think I am in the entertaining mood. Don't think I'd be very good at it."
Celena loosened her grip when Obito heaved. The last thing she wanted was to cure her boredom by having to wash herself clean of vomit. Her prisoner didn't look in any position to run away, so she settled next to him, patting his head indulgently.
"Well I'm ill too, so I'm easily entertained." Her makeup had to be layered on thickly to hide the dark circles and general pallidness, but she still felt sweaty.
"You should be honoured that I've chosen you to pay attention to you. There are men who'd kill for a favourable glance from me." She tilted her head, looking at his consideringly. "Though you don't look like a man yet. How old are you?"
"Gee, I'm glad that my illness is entertaining," Obito muttered. He groaned again, shuddering. He was glad that she'd loosened her grip, at least, it left him a little more free then before.
When she mentioned his age, Obito managed to pull off a very good scowl. He hated it when anyone implied that he was less of a man. He was fourteen years old and a chuunin! And now that he'd awakened the sharingan, he was a full fledged member of his clan. He was not a child.
"I'm fourteen, that you very much," Obito said. He was not amused in the slightest.
Celena's grin grew wider at the boy's grumpy response. So she'd found a sore spot, had she? This was exactly the entertainment she wanted.
"Are you sure?" She asked, her voice syrupy sweet. " I could have sworn you were nearer twelve, but maybe you're just a late developer. Having you begun turning into a man yet?"
"WHAT ARE YOU EVEN--WHAT!" Obito sat up, shoving blankets off of him and staring at this crazy woman. He glared, and pointed his finger at her. "I'm a man! I'm a full member of my clan! I . . . I don't think I want to discuss my physical anything with some crazy lady who jumps sick guys while they are in bed!"
Better and better. So he thought he really was man? Well, there was one surefire way to test that. Pushing that finger out of the way she leaned forward, planting a firm kiss on his mouth, her eyes slit open to watch the reaction.
Obito was not entirely sure what was happening until it was quite done. His eyes went wide, staring in disbelief. At the last possible moment, something clicked and he sort of kissed back, assuming that was the only proper response to such a crazy action. Celena, feeling generous, allowed him to enjoy the kiss for a second before pulling away, her eyes sparkling.
"I suppose you really are a man." She said, her voice still teasing. "Was I your first woman?" She giggled, flopping onto the bed next to him. This boy was amusing.
"What's your name, prisoner?"
Obito sputtered. He didn't really want to think about his first kiss, it brought too many unhappy memories. He just ignored it.
"I'm Uchiha Obito," he said, shuddering again. His body had almost forgotten that it was being sick for a moment. He took a deep breath, and sighed. "What's your name?"
Celena's eyes widened as Obito told his name.
"Uchiha? Like Itachi? But you don't have the strange eyes." She sat up again, peering closer for signs of redness. "I'm Celena Schezar."
"Yeah, like Itachi," Obito said. "But not quite." He froze for a moment, startled and nervous when she stared into his eyes, not quite trusting them. He squeezed them shut, ignoring the strange tingle in them. He still wasn't quite able to control the magenkyou sharingan yet. Taking a deep breath, he opened them again, and looked her in the eyes, safely. "He's not the same guy I knew when he was a kid. He changed for the worse. We're related, but I don't really think he's much like family." Obito didn't really understand Itachi's motives, and didn't much care. He wasn't the child that Obito took out for dango anymore, and that hurt.
Oh, now that wasn't something she could giggle about at all. That was actually pretty saddening to hear. Her prisoner was making himself sympathetic, but she couldn't hold it against him too much.
"I'm glad you're not like him." She said sincerely, poking his nose with a finger. "You don't look like you'd stab me for leaping on you, but I'm sure he'd do it happily. I'd hate to think what he'd do about a kiss."
"No, I probably wouldn't," Obito said. "If I wasn't feeling like crap, I might have tried to, though. Training instincts. I wouldn't have done it though." He was probably exaggerating a little bit, but he was fairly certain it couldn't hurt. Hopefully, Celena wouldn't have the opportunity to find out if he would or not. He really didn't want to think about his eyes turning against her. She seemed nice enough. Crazy, maybe, but he knew a lot of people who were nuts.
"I dunno about him. Let's talk about something else?"
Celena flopped back onto the bed again, letting out a small laugh. Yes, this boy was definitely on his way to becoming a man if he was playing up his deadliness like that.
"You're the one who's supposed to be entertaining me." She reminded him, with a small jab to the side. "So you should tell me something exciting, like, hmmmm, what is it ninjas our age do for fun? I only talk to the ones who are at least ten years older than me." Not that she talked to Jiraya much, since there were far better ways his mouth could be occupied while in her company. She made a mental note to invite him over if she recovered before the end of the week.
"For fun?" Obito asked. The idea hardly occured to him. He furrowed his brow, trying to think of anything that he did for fun. "Man, I spend a lot of time training . . . if I'm not with my team, my father was always berating me to train harder to be a better Uchiha . . . Free time I usually used to just relax and read books and hang out with my friends. Kakashi never really hung out with us though . . . Rin would. Sometimes Minato-sensei would take us camping. It was supposed to be survival training but usually it ended up in being fun. Until Kakashi got fed up with it and decided that we were useless. Then we'd have to be proper ninja and go back to the training part of camping again. Sometimes though . . . sometimes it was okay."
"Well, if you're going to be the best, you've got to work hard." Celena commented, thinking back to her own days in the army. "But there's nothing wrong with relaxing. If you don't let off steam once in a while you'll end up getting sloppy. But books? Books are boring unless they're about weapons, since those adventure tales are all lies, but there's nothing wrong with camping." She let out a very fond sigh. "A bottle of vino, the light of the moons, a campfire burning in the middle as you roast things over it... I haven't done that in far too long. It's ust not fair they've put sprinklers everywhere, it spoils so much of what I'd like to do."
"Mmm, yeah, I guess," Obito said. "It's hard work, but I've always wanted to make my family proud. Although, having met more of them here, I'm not so sure. . ." The stories that he'd heard about Madara were frightening, but the man was so kind to Obito. He was a hard teacher, yes, but one that he respected. He was learning, getting stronger. But if Madara hadn't put the thought about killing Kakashi in his head, Kakashi might have been here, still.
Obito shook his head. He was not going to bother his new friend about that.
"Yeah, the sprinklers make doing fire jutsu hard," Obito said. He paused for a moment as his body shook again, and then groaned. Talking with Celena was helping him forget about the shaking, at least. "Anyway, I'm guessing that camping should be possible in that biodome, if no one tears it down while you sleep. It's a shame there's not anything better to eat, though."
"You can do fire jutsus?" Celena's smile finally lost all hint of teasing, stretching wide and happy. Little Obito had suddenly become someone really worth keeping around. "I'm so jealous! You'll have to be my fire man, since I don't even have a box of matches any more, let alone a guymelef."
She prodded him in the side again and tugged on his shirt.
"Lie down, you're giving me a crick in my neck and you should take advantage of being able to tell your friends you lay with a woman as beautiful as me."
Obito blushed, but let Celena tug him back down on the bed. "Uhh, yeah. I can do fire jutsu. It's one of the first things I learned, actually. My father drilled that into me until I got it," he said. "And I guess I could be your fire man? I mean, I'm not sure what that entails, and when we're at the usual place, I can only do so many before I get really weak. As long as you aren't asking me to burn people without a really good reason, I don't mind too much."
He smiled weakly, still quite exhausted from the constant shaking. But Celena was nice to cuddle up to, and she was a girl, after all. He was quite happy that one was actually paying attention to him and seemed to genuinely like him. Obito had started to think he was just unlikable to girls, and this was nice.
"You are rather pretty," he said, smiling.
"Thank you, Obito. You're very sweet." Celena responded, allowing the closeness. It was like having a friendly puppydog, and he made a very convenient source of warmth. "When you turn fifteen I'll give you a proper kiss, since you'll be a man in the eyes of my world."
She gave him a fond little smile, but it soon faded as her eyes went distant, remembering the old days.
"I won't ask you to burn a person." She promised. "Those days are over."
Obito laughed. "I guess I have something to look forward to, then," he said. He was quite enjoying this. Celena oddly reminded him of his sisters, though she was definitely nothing like the prim Uchiha ladies that they were. Still, he was relaxed and comfortable here.
"Were you--well, you're not a ninja," he said, frowning. "Did you fight for your country too?" He knew that look, it was a look that he was certain that he had worn sometimes as well. It was hard, being a ninja. Obito didn't like the death that came with his line of work, he preferred missions that required stealth and information gathering. He wasn't the best at them, but it was better then missions that involved death.
"I did." She wrapped an arm around him, using him as a comfort. It was a lifetime ago, yet still so near. "You should have seen me, Obito, I was magnificent. No one could stand before my Dragonslayers when we attacked." Until they died.
She so wished they would come here, so she could show them who she'd become, so she could finally admit she cared. She stroked Obito's hair, pulling him closer.
Obito closed his eyes, and sighed. It felt nice, sharing this moment with Celena. He knew how she felt, understood the feelings of a bond born in battle. "I bet you were," he said, shivering. "I'm not too bad myself. I mean, I have a lot more to learn, but . . . I'm not bad."
He understood, though. He understood that she missed her comrades, and it was a feeling that he could understand.
"I've given up war. I trained my men, but now my world is at peace. It's strange, I was raised for fighting. I suppose it's nice, living as I'm supposed to live, but it's so different to everything I've known." She let out a little laugh and ruffled Obito's hair.
"I don't even know why I'm telling you this. You were only meant to be my prisoner for an afternoon so I could tease you."
"My world was still at war when I was there," Obito said. "I think was at peace sometime after I, uh, left." Obito had no desire to tell Celena about his death. He hadn't experienced it, but he knew about it. "But you're probably telling me because I am just that awesome."
"Is that right, Mister Uchiha?" Her tone had switched back to the light teasing, leaping on this change of topic. "It must be one of those hidden depths, since you look more sweaty than anything else."
"I assure you, that underneath all this sweat, is nothing but awesome," Obito said, grinning through the sweat and shakes. "It's a family trait, or, well. It used to be. The family I grew up with, anyway, was pretty awesome. I don't really know about the ones who are here. They aren't all that awesome, they're just scary."
"Well you certainly aren't scary at all." Celena declared. "You're like a little pet. I think I'm going to keep you." She let out a yawn and settled herself on the bed further. "I think I might try to sleep. You can guard me, but if I wake up and find you touching my chest I'm going to snatch all your hair out."
Obito pouted. "Of course I'm not scary! I'm sick right now," he said. "But I dunno, I might fall asleep. I'm really tired, this shaking's been exhausting me. So, uhh . . . if I fall asleep and touch your chest, I'm sorry?" He gave her a cheesy grin, and hoped that it would be enough.
"Fine. But if snatch out your hair while I'm sleeping because I feel something on my breasts, I'm not sorry." She leaned over and gave him a little kiss on the cheek, just to see the blush.
"If you snore I'm kicking you out."
Where : The Inn
When : Sometime during withdraw week
Summary : Obito gets captured!
Rating : PG
Warnings: None!
Obito was curled up in a bed, shaking. The effects of the current week's test were making it difficult for him to get any rest. The shaking was mostly constant, making his life generally miserable. Groaning, he rolled on the bed, trying to get comfortable for long enough to at least doze.
Rolling over on the bed again, he brushed the sweat off of his brow, and squeezed his eyes shut.
Celena Schezar, on the other hand, had given up on trying to sleep. She felt awful, twitchy and sweaty and she was absolutely bored with lying under her blankets being miserable. She was on the prowl, looking for something to distract her.
The messy, black hair poking out of the covers seemed like a god enough distraction. Whoever was under there wasn't asleep, if their movements were anything to go by, and was small enough not to be a full-grown man. There was nothing more amusing than teasing boys into sputtery messes, so she didn't hesitate, sauntering into the room and flopping onto her victim.
"Captured!" She declared, wrapping her arms around the person underneath.
"What the--GYAHH!"
Under normal circumstances, Obito's reaction time was much faster. Having trained with Madara, he'd gained speed and awareness that he had lacked before. But the sickness that was affecting him made him slower and less aware of his surroundings. The woman crashing down upon him made him scream, and he flailed, weakly thrashing under his covers against his intruder. He tried to push her away, not really sure who was attacking him. He hadn't had the opportunity to meet many people since the incident several weeks back, and before that he'd been feeling shy.
"Let me go!" he yelled. "Get off me!"
Celena laughed at the covered boy's reaction, though she was surprised at his strength. For such a compact, shivery lump, whoever was under there wasn't a soft child. She clung on, despite the protests.
"I can't." She explained, sounding far more chirpy than she felt. "You're my prisoner now and you have to entertain me." She twitched the cover off of his face and grinned down at him.
"Oh! You're one of the ninjas! I thought you types were meant to be uncatchable?"
Obito tried to muster a glower at the woman grinning down at him, but failed. Miserably. "I'm a lot more uncatchable when I'm not sick," he muttered. He shuddered again, and groaned. "I'm actually pretty fast. It's one of my few good points." He tried wriggling around in her grasp, but she held him tight. I wasn't fair, he was sick and miserable, and now he was captured.
Great.
"If you--ugh," Obito stopped mid-sentence to shake again, holding his mouth against the wave of nausea passing over him. Taking a long, steady breath, he looked up at her again. "I really don't think I am in the entertaining mood. Don't think I'd be very good at it."
Celena loosened her grip when Obito heaved. The last thing she wanted was to cure her boredom by having to wash herself clean of vomit. Her prisoner didn't look in any position to run away, so she settled next to him, patting his head indulgently.
"Well I'm ill too, so I'm easily entertained." Her makeup had to be layered on thickly to hide the dark circles and general pallidness, but she still felt sweaty.
"You should be honoured that I've chosen you to pay attention to you. There are men who'd kill for a favourable glance from me." She tilted her head, looking at his consideringly. "Though you don't look like a man yet. How old are you?"
"Gee, I'm glad that my illness is entertaining," Obito muttered. He groaned again, shuddering. He was glad that she'd loosened her grip, at least, it left him a little more free then before.
When she mentioned his age, Obito managed to pull off a very good scowl. He hated it when anyone implied that he was less of a man. He was fourteen years old and a chuunin! And now that he'd awakened the sharingan, he was a full fledged member of his clan. He was not a child.
"I'm fourteen, that you very much," Obito said. He was not amused in the slightest.
Celena's grin grew wider at the boy's grumpy response. So she'd found a sore spot, had she? This was exactly the entertainment she wanted.
"Are you sure?" She asked, her voice syrupy sweet. " I could have sworn you were nearer twelve, but maybe you're just a late developer. Having you begun turning into a man yet?"
"WHAT ARE YOU EVEN--WHAT!" Obito sat up, shoving blankets off of him and staring at this crazy woman. He glared, and pointed his finger at her. "I'm a man! I'm a full member of my clan! I . . . I don't think I want to discuss my physical anything with some crazy lady who jumps sick guys while they are in bed!"
Better and better. So he thought he really was man? Well, there was one surefire way to test that. Pushing that finger out of the way she leaned forward, planting a firm kiss on his mouth, her eyes slit open to watch the reaction.
Obito was not entirely sure what was happening until it was quite done. His eyes went wide, staring in disbelief. At the last possible moment, something clicked and he sort of kissed back, assuming that was the only proper response to such a crazy action. Celena, feeling generous, allowed him to enjoy the kiss for a second before pulling away, her eyes sparkling.
"I suppose you really are a man." She said, her voice still teasing. "Was I your first woman?" She giggled, flopping onto the bed next to him. This boy was amusing.
"What's your name, prisoner?"
Obito sputtered. He didn't really want to think about his first kiss, it brought too many unhappy memories. He just ignored it.
"I'm Uchiha Obito," he said, shuddering again. His body had almost forgotten that it was being sick for a moment. He took a deep breath, and sighed. "What's your name?"
Celena's eyes widened as Obito told his name.
"Uchiha? Like Itachi? But you don't have the strange eyes." She sat up again, peering closer for signs of redness. "I'm Celena Schezar."
"Yeah, like Itachi," Obito said. "But not quite." He froze for a moment, startled and nervous when she stared into his eyes, not quite trusting them. He squeezed them shut, ignoring the strange tingle in them. He still wasn't quite able to control the magenkyou sharingan yet. Taking a deep breath, he opened them again, and looked her in the eyes, safely. "He's not the same guy I knew when he was a kid. He changed for the worse. We're related, but I don't really think he's much like family." Obito didn't really understand Itachi's motives, and didn't much care. He wasn't the child that Obito took out for dango anymore, and that hurt.
Oh, now that wasn't something she could giggle about at all. That was actually pretty saddening to hear. Her prisoner was making himself sympathetic, but she couldn't hold it against him too much.
"I'm glad you're not like him." She said sincerely, poking his nose with a finger. "You don't look like you'd stab me for leaping on you, but I'm sure he'd do it happily. I'd hate to think what he'd do about a kiss."
"No, I probably wouldn't," Obito said. "If I wasn't feeling like crap, I might have tried to, though. Training instincts. I wouldn't have done it though." He was probably exaggerating a little bit, but he was fairly certain it couldn't hurt. Hopefully, Celena wouldn't have the opportunity to find out if he would or not. He really didn't want to think about his eyes turning against her. She seemed nice enough. Crazy, maybe, but he knew a lot of people who were nuts.
"I dunno about him. Let's talk about something else?"
Celena flopped back onto the bed again, letting out a small laugh. Yes, this boy was definitely on his way to becoming a man if he was playing up his deadliness like that.
"You're the one who's supposed to be entertaining me." She reminded him, with a small jab to the side. "So you should tell me something exciting, like, hmmmm, what is it ninjas our age do for fun? I only talk to the ones who are at least ten years older than me." Not that she talked to Jiraya much, since there were far better ways his mouth could be occupied while in her company. She made a mental note to invite him over if she recovered before the end of the week.
"For fun?" Obito asked. The idea hardly occured to him. He furrowed his brow, trying to think of anything that he did for fun. "Man, I spend a lot of time training . . . if I'm not with my team, my father was always berating me to train harder to be a better Uchiha . . . Free time I usually used to just relax and read books and hang out with my friends. Kakashi never really hung out with us though . . . Rin would. Sometimes Minato-sensei would take us camping. It was supposed to be survival training but usually it ended up in being fun. Until Kakashi got fed up with it and decided that we were useless. Then we'd have to be proper ninja and go back to the training part of camping again. Sometimes though . . . sometimes it was okay."
"Well, if you're going to be the best, you've got to work hard." Celena commented, thinking back to her own days in the army. "But there's nothing wrong with relaxing. If you don't let off steam once in a while you'll end up getting sloppy. But books? Books are boring unless they're about weapons, since those adventure tales are all lies, but there's nothing wrong with camping." She let out a very fond sigh. "A bottle of vino, the light of the moons, a campfire burning in the middle as you roast things over it... I haven't done that in far too long. It's ust not fair they've put sprinklers everywhere, it spoils so much of what I'd like to do."
"Mmm, yeah, I guess," Obito said. "It's hard work, but I've always wanted to make my family proud. Although, having met more of them here, I'm not so sure. . ." The stories that he'd heard about Madara were frightening, but the man was so kind to Obito. He was a hard teacher, yes, but one that he respected. He was learning, getting stronger. But if Madara hadn't put the thought about killing Kakashi in his head, Kakashi might have been here, still.
Obito shook his head. He was not going to bother his new friend about that.
"Yeah, the sprinklers make doing fire jutsu hard," Obito said. He paused for a moment as his body shook again, and then groaned. Talking with Celena was helping him forget about the shaking, at least. "Anyway, I'm guessing that camping should be possible in that biodome, if no one tears it down while you sleep. It's a shame there's not anything better to eat, though."
"You can do fire jutsus?" Celena's smile finally lost all hint of teasing, stretching wide and happy. Little Obito had suddenly become someone really worth keeping around. "I'm so jealous! You'll have to be my fire man, since I don't even have a box of matches any more, let alone a guymelef."
She prodded him in the side again and tugged on his shirt.
"Lie down, you're giving me a crick in my neck and you should take advantage of being able to tell your friends you lay with a woman as beautiful as me."
Obito blushed, but let Celena tug him back down on the bed. "Uhh, yeah. I can do fire jutsu. It's one of the first things I learned, actually. My father drilled that into me until I got it," he said. "And I guess I could be your fire man? I mean, I'm not sure what that entails, and when we're at the usual place, I can only do so many before I get really weak. As long as you aren't asking me to burn people without a really good reason, I don't mind too much."
He smiled weakly, still quite exhausted from the constant shaking. But Celena was nice to cuddle up to, and she was a girl, after all. He was quite happy that one was actually paying attention to him and seemed to genuinely like him. Obito had started to think he was just unlikable to girls, and this was nice.
"You are rather pretty," he said, smiling.
"Thank you, Obito. You're very sweet." Celena responded, allowing the closeness. It was like having a friendly puppydog, and he made a very convenient source of warmth. "When you turn fifteen I'll give you a proper kiss, since you'll be a man in the eyes of my world."
She gave him a fond little smile, but it soon faded as her eyes went distant, remembering the old days.
"I won't ask you to burn a person." She promised. "Those days are over."
Obito laughed. "I guess I have something to look forward to, then," he said. He was quite enjoying this. Celena oddly reminded him of his sisters, though she was definitely nothing like the prim Uchiha ladies that they were. Still, he was relaxed and comfortable here.
"Were you--well, you're not a ninja," he said, frowning. "Did you fight for your country too?" He knew that look, it was a look that he was certain that he had worn sometimes as well. It was hard, being a ninja. Obito didn't like the death that came with his line of work, he preferred missions that required stealth and information gathering. He wasn't the best at them, but it was better then missions that involved death.
"I did." She wrapped an arm around him, using him as a comfort. It was a lifetime ago, yet still so near. "You should have seen me, Obito, I was magnificent. No one could stand before my Dragonslayers when we attacked." Until they died.
She so wished they would come here, so she could show them who she'd become, so she could finally admit she cared. She stroked Obito's hair, pulling him closer.
Obito closed his eyes, and sighed. It felt nice, sharing this moment with Celena. He knew how she felt, understood the feelings of a bond born in battle. "I bet you were," he said, shivering. "I'm not too bad myself. I mean, I have a lot more to learn, but . . . I'm not bad."
He understood, though. He understood that she missed her comrades, and it was a feeling that he could understand.
"I've given up war. I trained my men, but now my world is at peace. It's strange, I was raised for fighting. I suppose it's nice, living as I'm supposed to live, but it's so different to everything I've known." She let out a little laugh and ruffled Obito's hair.
"I don't even know why I'm telling you this. You were only meant to be my prisoner for an afternoon so I could tease you."
"My world was still at war when I was there," Obito said. "I think was at peace sometime after I, uh, left." Obito had no desire to tell Celena about his death. He hadn't experienced it, but he knew about it. "But you're probably telling me because I am just that awesome."
"Is that right, Mister Uchiha?" Her tone had switched back to the light teasing, leaping on this change of topic. "It must be one of those hidden depths, since you look more sweaty than anything else."
"I assure you, that underneath all this sweat, is nothing but awesome," Obito said, grinning through the sweat and shakes. "It's a family trait, or, well. It used to be. The family I grew up with, anyway, was pretty awesome. I don't really know about the ones who are here. They aren't all that awesome, they're just scary."
"Well you certainly aren't scary at all." Celena declared. "You're like a little pet. I think I'm going to keep you." She let out a yawn and settled herself on the bed further. "I think I might try to sleep. You can guard me, but if I wake up and find you touching my chest I'm going to snatch all your hair out."
Obito pouted. "Of course I'm not scary! I'm sick right now," he said. "But I dunno, I might fall asleep. I'm really tired, this shaking's been exhausting me. So, uhh . . . if I fall asleep and touch your chest, I'm sorry?" He gave her a cheesy grin, and hoped that it would be enough.
"Fine. But if snatch out your hair while I'm sleeping because I feel something on my breasts, I'm not sorry." She leaned over and gave him a little kiss on the cheek, just to see the blush.
"If you snore I'm kicking you out."