Fanfiction (Naruto) War Chronicles Part II
A/N: Forgot to put this in the first one. I don't own Naruto, the quote "History is written by the winners", or the song in Part I. And somehow, this whole post turned bold.
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iii.
Minato was someone with a valley of knowledge. He knew everything, the gennin cell felt. He knew about history from since the beginning of time, knew about all sorts of ninja moves, and was just plain intelligent.
However, there wasn’t a question that Minato could answer.
“Why is there a war?”
“I could tell you this is because of political tensions,” the blond Hokage finally replied. “I could tell you that it is because different powerful nations that want control and dominance, to show that they are the strongest, to show that they can control many. I could tell you it was because people are proud and believe that their village is the best and want to show that to everyone. I could tell you that it is because of small mistakes on a path, mistakes that made people take the wrong turn and start this. I could tell you all of this and this would be true.”
Kakashi remained silent, taking this all in. Rin and Obito glanced at each other before they finally asked, “But?”
“I won’t tell you this because that is what everyone will say. That is what will be recorded in the textbooks. History is written by the winners, so there might be other reasons that will be created.”
“What will you tell us then?”
“War has no reason. War is just created. However, we are in this war because we want to have a world without war, or at least a world where people don’t have to hide from every little noise because they fear that they will be killed. We are going to win this so that those we love won’t get hurt. War might not have a reason for its existence but it does have one for its death. We are going to kill that cycle of blood and death, because that is what is left after. Do you understand what I am trying to tell you?”
They all nodded, not fully understanding for their eyes were still innocent and naïve, but realizing that they might understand soon enough.
Minato didn’t have an answer for that question, but his response seemed like a better explanation than others.
iv.
Obito knew many things about Rin. He knew that she always over-used her energy whenever she tried to heal her comrades. She’d work late into the night in the hospital whenever they had a day off-every healer was needed-and she’d always try her best to save the broken bodies that appeared without fail every hour.
He also knew that she’d curl up a little and let a tear fall whenever someone died. Then she’d paste a hard expression on her face and work on the next body. If she couldn’t save this one, then maybe the next one or the one after could be rescued.
(She’d visit their graves, lilies in her hand and apologizes from her mouth.)
Obito hated it to see her sad. It always gave him an uncomfortable feeling.
He knew that she loved to eat dango on her time off and hated ramen. He knew her favourite colour was a pale shade of purple and her second favourite was a silvery-grey. She wore dresses on her days off, when she couldn’t help anyone, because she wanted to have some semblance to the normal life some of the girls in the village enjoyed. She also never wore them enough so every time she did put one on, it looked as though it was the first time. Rin hated the colours red and black and loved petting stray dogs.
Obito also knew that she had a crush on Kakashi. She would look at him shyly, give him an extra serving whenever they had their picnics, or even just check if he was ok after a battle before looking at everyone else. Rin gave him soft smiles and worried looks, gave him little bits and pieces of her until Obito knew that it was no longer just a crush but a fledgling, tentative love.
Of course, Kakashi never seemed to realize her advances. He didn’t know that the ointment she was putting on his arms was the product of her working late into the night the day before. He didn’t realize she’d wake up extra early to cook their meals or she’d try her best to learn better healing techniques so she could help him.
This was where Obito had hope. If Kakashi didn’t realize Rin’s feelings, then maybe Obito still had a chance. Maybe he still could pull her out from his feet, showing her that he wasn’t just a joker or a slacker.
It wasn’t quite yet love, but he was getting there. She’d appear in his dreams, her eyes soft and her smile just for him. Of course it had to be a dream because she rarely did that for anyone but Kakashi, but it felt nice and something fluttered in his stomach whenever he saw her brown eyes.
Obito thinks that his feelings are at that stage between friendship love and romantic love. He could at any moment pull back and go back to being friend and brother.
He won’t, though.
Everyone needs someone to love them. Kakashi never seems to realize it, but he does and he probably would die if he didn’t receive any. Rin kept giving and giving, without getting anything back. She probably thought she could survive until he gave her some sign of affection.
Of course, Obito knew better. Kakashi would take a long time to even realize those feelings existed. And when Rin realized that Kakashi was oblivious and not interested, she’d fall.
Fall hard and fast.
Obito loved Rin because she was kind and was a good cook. She always knew what to say, where to heal, and smiled at him, even when she was angry. She loved him-in a family way, at least-and that was more than his clan, the prestigious clan that was cold and shallow, ever did.
Most of all, Obito loved Rin because when she fell, he wanted to cushion it and show her that she wasn’t alone.
If no one else, at least he loved her.
v.
Kakashi was slowly changing, Rin noticed one day. He was a little kinder. Or maybe just less harsh.
Today when she healed him from their mission, she was able to completely get rid of the wound. Instead of pushing her hands away from him roughly, he let them stay on a little longer and then asked if she was finished.
He also was able to stand their picnics, even complimenting her cooking (and she felt a blush rise up because maybe if he liked her cooking, he could slowly grow to like her and then maybeevenloveher) and reminding them when they skipped one.
If nothing else, her maybe-more-than-a-crush was less cold and more approachable than before.
Obito also has changed, she realized while healing his wounds. The Uchiha was no longer covered in wounds, with only smaller ones. His fighting skills improved.
There was something else about him that changed. Something she couldn’t quite tell. His eyes were a little harder, his grin a little sharper. He looked more mature some times, his cheekbones becoming more defined and his entire being screaming hot! He was handsome, to say the least.
(Rin blushed when she saw him shirtless and standing in front of her, thanking her for healing him. Her stomach fluttered lightly when he gave her a quick hug.
That was a bad thing. That meant that she might end up liking Obito more and more until it wasn’t just the nearly-friendship they had now.)
What Rin failed to notice was her own changes.