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WHO: Hatake Kakashi {ruleofthedog}, Uchiha Obito {tangerine_lens}
WHERE: Forest, and then Kakashi's room
WHEN: Just after Team Minato meet up
SUMMARY: Kakashi and Obito are instructed to scout the area together, but they decide to spar. Little do they know of what will occur...
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: Violence, blood
STATUS: Complete
The meeting had gone down considerably well between the four members of Team 4. They had all been given areas to scout and check out, both Obito and Kakashi opting to work together, splitting off towards the forested area. But as growing teenage boys were, they quickly grew bored of simply searching and looking around in unreasonably dull surroundings, despite the eerie atmosphere inside of the hotel.
The silver eyed Obito in the corner of his eye, staring over at the Uchiha. He stretched out his legs as he strode against the twigs and green-scope against the forest floor. "We should spar for a bit." he suggested quietly. "Sparring will help gauge our surroundings better, not to mention heighten our senses."
Obito stretched and squinted briefly up at the sky, before spinning in a half-circle to take in their environment. His hands dropped to his hips as he nodded, then flashed a sharp grin over one shoulder. "Sparring wth me? Man you must be bored!"
Kakashi had always been reluctant to spar with him in the past, 'crybaby' and all, but Obito wasn't in any mood to protest. Sparring sounded like fun.
"Hand to hand?"
...That had only been because he hadn't enjoyed being in that type of environment with Obito, because he knew how hectic and caught up they got. Kakashi was a lot more laid back when it came to combat, but whenever he trained alongside Obito, he felt like both of them were far too dominant when it came to who was better at what, and who would achieve further.
But right now, in this place, that wasn't needed. Kakashi had almost forgotten what it felt like to spar, to feel the wind through his hair, the strength of another body combatting against his own. He missed it, even if he wouldn't outright admit it.
"Hand to hand." A hint of a smirk, as Kakashi drew out two weapons that he had made. A mixture of plastic and metal, replica kunai. He handed one towards Obito for him, knowing he posessed no weapons. "And this."
"Eh?" Obito snagged it out of the air easily, unaware of the speed with which Kakashi had thrown it and the angle. He merely snatched it by the handle and dragged it down for a look. Obito wasn't a bad ninja, per se, he was just easily distracted. If he managed to focus all that energy on a target someday, he'd be formidible.
He spun it through his fingers and pulled a face. "It feels weird," he said, since it was a tiny bit lopsided, but better than nothing at all.
Obito stretched and fell into a loose crouch, defensive. Normally he attacked first, but with uncertain weapons and an uncertain environment, he didn't mind Kakashi taking the initiative.
The kunai itself wasn't exactly perfect. Kakashi's almost delicate hands were not crafted to create such an object with such skill, unlike their teacher. He had done the best he could, however, and it worked pretty effectively.
"I know it does." Kakashi commented idly, not really enjoying the craftsmenship of the item, let alone how sharp it might be if it actually cut. But it was good to have a weapon, regardless of they were using them on each other, or on beasts and animals surrounding the area. Neither of them had been in the forest before, so they could only assume that it wasn't safe in the forest.
Shifting back a few feet, Kakashi stood with his own slight slouch, eying the Uchiha. "Let's play a game." he crooned out lazily, touching the blade between his fingers idly. "Hide and seek. First one to find the other and land a scratch on ones body wins." What exactly they would win... Perhaps each others respect, or something. Kakashi hadn't decided quite yet, but he hoped it would get Obito interested in participating.
"Hide and seek," Obito echoed as he chewed briefly on the tip of his 'kunai,' then grinned cheekily. "Hide and seek, and subdue then huh? You're on!" He aimed the kunai at Kakashi and winked one eye shut with a wild grin, "what's the prize?"
He twirled the kunai around one finger, mulling it over, "maybe a kiss. We'll play for a kiss then."
That hadn't been what Kakashi had expected to hear, but he wouldn't let Obito know that. So instead, he folded his arms, eying his teammate with passive eyes. "You're on, Uchiha." he replied coyly. "You'll be kissing my foot by the time I'm done with you." And soon enough, Kakashi disappeared. Just like that.
...Not technically. He just speedily dodged off into the bushes, running through the forested area. It felt so GOOD to get out! To fun, to be part of nature in this way. And who better to do it with than someone on your own team... let alone when that certain someone was probably the most important person in his life right now.
"Oh yeah? You'll be kissing my ASS," Obito yelled after him before he squeaked, upon realizing Kakashi was already gone, and he was left in the middle of the field in a rabbit-dash for cover.
He swept through the tall grass, before pausing with a bemused look down at the 'kunai.' A small grumble, and Obito stuffed it into one pocket, grimacing. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not to draw a blade on Kakashi. This place was unpredictable.
Rolling his eyes at that, knowing that he definately would not be losing now that the so called 'prize' was a threaten (no way in HELL he was putting his mouth anywhere NEAR Obito's ass), Kakashi sped off in the nearest direction that looked shrowded with plantation and heavy cover. He ducked down there, creeping along the floor, blending in significantly well due to his dark clothes... though his silver hair did give away the hiding spot slightly. He kept his fingers tight on the blade in case he encountered anything that passed by. So far, all he had seen were insects burrowed into the dirt.
Shit, where was Kakashi? Thirty minutes passed, then fourty as Obito's patience frayed a bit. He skulked through the grass and bolted from tree to tree, sweat beading across his forehead from the weird flare-up of humidity. This place sucked with its sporatic weather, one minute nice and temperature, the next damned near tropical.
He chewed at his lower lip and grumbled before spotting a nice outcropping of rubble that could serve as a hiding spot. "Gotcha," he silently cheered and inched forward.
Kakashi himself was sweating profously at that point. The heat was beginning to get to him rapidly, and he felt a little woozy with apprehention. He idly wondered if Obito had gotten himself hurt, or had lost his way. If that were the case... they could be out here for days. And that immediately sent Kakashi in a panic. He couldn't feel Obito's chakra, since... they had no chakra here. He felt sluggish and tired far more rapidly, adding to that heat exhaustion.
It was only when he heard the rustle behind him, close so very close... did Kakashi actually panic. He didn't think that it would be Obito. No. His thoughts had progressed further than that. He shrieked out a noise and flipped his body around, reaching the kunai out in his grasp and slashed at whatever it was had attacked him. His body was visibly quivering.
And then, after all the heat.... Kakashi felt as cold as ice. He stared with hugely wide eyes Obito, his shakey hand dropping the weapon.
Obito should've had his own kunai in hand, if he had he could've deflected the blow with metal on metal. Then again he hadn't expected it to come as quickly or abruptly as it had. Kakashi had aimed about neck-level had he been standing, but in a crouch as Obito was, the kunai dashed across his face. The boy had only enough time to throw himself back rather clumsily to avoid being stabbed.
Blood spilled across his vision as he yelped and tumbled, both hands lifting to clutch against his face before his visible eye flared open wide in shock. The sharigan spun into life, swirling and surfacing behind open black, spilling in like blood as the tomoe spun rapidly for the first time.
His fingers smeared away, shaking, from his left eye as he gingerly squinted it open, blood gumming up his eyelashes. "Ow," he muttered, then smeared a fist across the side of his face, "shit!"
Kakashi's body could not stop shaking with what he had done. He just stared, entirely dumbfounded by it all. It had both gone so, so slowly, yet so quickly, all at once. It was only when he met Obito's face that he noticed not only was the blood staining his hands and on his face, but... those eyes... those eyes...
He stayed very still where he was, resembling a deer caught in head lights. His bottom lip trembled under his mask. He suddenly felt very sick. These instances... These were the reasons why they were rarely allowed to train against each other without Minato's supervision. Minato was... very strict about it, because of Kakashi's own mind, having been subjected to watching his father slicing that sword through his gut, seeping blood... secreting Kakashi's small feet, his hands filthied by his father's blood.
Kakashi was scared. So scared. He wanted to run, to bolt. He couldn't stand the blood... seeping out... losing someone so close to him again. This was why he didn't get close to people! He'd hurt them! They would hurt, and die, and leave him! Oh god, oh god what had he done?!
Then... Obito's voice. It shook Kakashi out of his shocked state.
Only after another few dumbfounded moments did Kakashi immediately stumble over to the Uchiha, hesitant to touch him again. "Fuck..." he hissed, roumaging around in his pouch for a bandage. It was all he had right now... He hesitated, feeling so ill by what he had done... This person who was meant to mean so much to him. How could he have let his guard down like that?!
"Fuck," Obito echoed as his eyes squeezed shut for a moment. Everything seemed so much brighter and illuminated, and when they slitted open, Kakashi was there right in front of him in a way he'd never seen him. Colors and light ... Obito blinked and stared, watching for a moment as chakra bubbled and spilled along pathways the normal human eye couldn't track.
"... wow," he breathed, "you're really blue 'n glowing, Kashi."
It hadn't hit him just yet what had happened, or that the sharigan were activated. He had a bit of a headache, his eyes burned, and his face ... his face hurt, when his fingers slid and stumbled in smudged blood. His left eye was hard to keep open, blood across the lens from rapid blinking. Kakashi's blade had slashed his face in an eerily similar way to how it would have been cut during his 'death' in his own timeline.
".. .'m okay."
Kakashi hunched over for a long few moments, hearing the deeper breath from being attacked out of shock, and the fact that Obito had gained his sharingan... without even realizing it. He whimpered a little, but tried to hid his fear from Obito, all the while being as gentle as he could, showing a far more naive, innocent, childlike side to Kakashi that no one besides Minato had ever seen...
Holding his breath, the silver pulled the hitai-ate away from Obito and dropped it into his own lap, before wrapping the bandage as carefully and as delicately as possible around that single half of Obito's head, preventing the wound from getting any worse. He had learned that from Rin, on an unfortunate mission where Obito had fallen over once and scraped up his entire calf, causing it to bleed rapidly. Putting pressure on the wound would ease the stinging and prevent more blood from escaping.
"We have to get back." he spoke out timidly. "Can you stand up?" Putting on a brave front, at least until they got back to his room.
"Um, I dunno," Obito slumped forward and caught against Kakashi as he struggled up to his feet, swaying only a little. Here, he had no chakra reserve to pull on and give himself a life-saving adrenaline rush to get his footing. He couldn't stem the bleeding through the exercises Minato-sensei had taught them, and his own healing abilities were just crap.
"Oh," he breathed as his head lifted, unfocused red eyes skimming the terrain with their new ability, "everything looks so weird ..."
"Obito..." A deep breath. "You have the sharingan, that's why." Gathering that Obito didn't realize what had occured just then. It was still so weird... And he had two tomoe. That was rare in the Uchiha clan, to gain the sharingan with two. Obito must be so much more stronger than anyone anticipated him to being.
Wrapping his arms around Obito to keep him upright, Kakashi attempted to lead the two of them back towards the hotel in hope that they could find Rin, or someone that could heal Obito. And then perhaps he could go and throw up and hide away for a long while. He was surprised at how far he had pulled through already. Being near Obito... It made him hurt. Because he hurt him...He could have died...
He has the sharingan because of me...
Obito blinked and staggered a bit dizzily, both from the new sharigan which were diluted enough here to be confusing, and his own dizzy light-headedness. "Oh," he whispered faintly at that, as his arm tightened weakly around Kakashi, "oh... really?"
Obito hadn't thought he'd ever be able to activate the sharigan. And to do it somewhere like this place, and because of Kakashi? "Thanks," he whispered, lips curving faintly before his eyes rolled back and he stumbled again, sagging a bit.
"Gonna pass out," he mumbled faintly, "shit ... dizzy ..."
If Obito hadn't of been heavier and significantly that little bit taller than Kakashi, he would have hauled him up over his shoulders and carried him back to the hotel, but seeing as the laws of gravity were not working to his advantage here, all he could do was help haul him through the forest towards the entrance, and out along the pathway, heading for the building they both knew well.
He remembered he had some basic supplies himself in his own room, and dared to take the elevator towards his floor. It was so... frightening. He didn't think he could possibly bring himself to tell Minato or Rin about what had happened. So he decided to try and heal him by himself.
Finally reaching the floor without, thankfully, any interuptions from monsters or other people around, Kakashi took slow, gradual steps towards his room, kicked the door open, and entered inside. He eased Obito back against the bed, preparing ointment amongst other things to help ease the blood and the wound.
Barely awake and aware, Obito mumbled and pushed listlessly at Kakashi's hands when he returned, trying to nudge them away from his face because it hurt. He blinked his eyes open groggily just in time to watch Kakashi's fingers glowing, and the tomoe whirled slow and calculated, memorizing the technique.
It was so strange, watching this ... He could see the way the chakra moved, how Kakashi pulled it in and from where. It would have been cool and he'd have raved and gushed about it, if it wasn't so terrifying.
"Kashi," he whispered faintly, "I'm alright. Don't overdo it."
This... This was the least Kakashi could do. And right now, it was the only thing he could do that could heal Obito, to make sure he could recover. He wasn't going to lose him after something so stupid... It was all his fault. He had never felt so guilty in his life.
Time passed by slowly, but surely. He could feel that Obito wasn't all there right now. Only when the blood had stopped did Kakashi finally step away from the body of his friend, partner, comrade, and he turned away from it entirely. Silent steps, Kakashi took towards the bathroom. His fingers touched the knob, and he closed the door when he set foot inside.
When Obito would completely grasp hold of his senses again, Kakashi would be soaked through to the very bone.
Obito slept for a short period, if it could be considered sleep. When his eyes blinked open he instinctively reached up to touch his face, and winced at how stiff and sore the skin felt around his eye. It hurt a little to blink, and he winced before sitting up slowly on the bed.
His fingers glowed, and he squinted at them and then called on the technique he'd seen Kakashi use earlier. They flared a brighter shade as shakra collected, and he lifted his hand to touch his face, and breathed a sigh fo relief as the ache faded out and the cuts closed the rest of the way. He picked at the bandaging and dragged it free since it wasn't needed anymore, then slid from the bed.
"Kakashi?" He heard the shower running, and moved to knock at the door, calling through. "Hey! Open up, I owe you a kiss."
Inside of the bathroom, as that hour had gone by, Kakashi had sat inside the tub the entire time, his clothes worn and now stuck to his body, soaked through like a second layer of skin. He was too numb to shiver, lost in his thoughts, his nerves, his anger at himself, and how he could have harmed Obito. His face was wet with not only cold water, but hot tears that refused to stop flowing down his sore cheeks. He was curled up in a ball, sitting beneath the shower head up above, face pressed against his knees. He was shaking slightly as he sobbed to himself silently, not even hearing the voice of the Uchiha on the other side of the door, too far detached from the real world to the world in his mind.
"... Kashi?" Obito hesitated with a frown on the other side and considered his options. He could shove his way through and pick the lock or something but Kakashi might be sitting on the pot and get mad at the interruption. But the shower was running, and well ... and well ...
Something about the situation seemed really 'off' to him. He licked at his lower lip and chewed it. Shit ... He grabbed through one pocket and located a small pick, and wedged it into the lock in a quick twist, jarring the door open. It slid inward, and he slipped through and winced, letting it nudge shut at his back.
"Kashi," he mumbled as the water sprayed, and the boy in the tub shivered, visible from Obito's standpoint. He didn't even take off his shoes, instead he crossed the room in a quick stumble and paused, just long enough to stare uncomprehendingly at his own face - scarred! - in the mirror, before scrambling up over the side of the tub.
"Shit," he gasped at the cold. Freezing! Obito scooted in, shivering, and wrapped his arms quickly around Kakashi's shoulders as he wedged in as close as he could. "K-k-kashi 's cold ... what're we doing in the tub?"
It was as though as soon as Obito wrapped his arms around Kakashi, he immediately drew out from that horrible place locked up inside of his mind. Images, voices of his father's death, mixed in with Obito... With knowing what the future held for the Uchiha. Too painful... it hurt too much... How was he meant to deal with this alone? How... How could he? He was a monster... He hurt his only best friend... He was bleeding, and he had the sharingan because of him! He hurt him that badly...!
A choked noise left Kakashi, so much emotion usually hidden under that veil of a mask, but he was showing his weakness to Obito. He was sharing it, even if he had attempted to mask it once again. He dropped his head towards Obito's shoulder, whimpering a little as he shook in the older boy's arms. His breath was rasped, rabid, and soon enough, he just cried. His eyes stung badly from the tears he shed before, but he was downright breaking down right now. There was a muffle of a noise, choked as Kakashi attempted to speak with his mouth full of saliva, tongue numb from not moving it in such a long time.
"I'm sorry!" he trembled out, his voice a little higher in a whined tone, straining to talk through his childish tears. After all... he still was just a child. Even if he kept up a face the entire time, pretending to be an almighty being, he was still a thirteen year old child, subjected to such a terrible life at that age... This was the last thing he wanted to happen.
"... aw, shit, Kashi ..." Obito was always the crybaby, always the one who broke down for all three, emotional and volatile and ... and God, there was something so wrong for Obito, in a world where Kakashi cried. He grabbed against him tighter and slid trembling hands along Kakashi's back, up and down again, trying to rub a bit of warmth back into him through sheer will and friction.
He could see the separate water drops as they fell, everything seemed so slowed down ... he watched them for a moment, then bent to press his face tighter into soft silver hair, soaked through by now with the water.
"I know, 'n I forgive you, 'n it's okay. I'm fine, see? Look, look," Obito's hands tugged, fingers tugging and dragging at Kakashi's chin and his hair to lift his face, so he could reach up and draw down the lid of one of his eyes with a fingertip. "My eye's not even hurt, and I get this cool scar. We're okay."
Kakashi's face was far from pretty when he felt his chin being lifted up to stare at Obito. He sobbed to himself, his mask shrivled down around his neck, snot dribbling from his nose as it mixed with the water. He sniffed in as hard as he could, his eyes sore and red, bloodshot from crying. His face was red, also, from crying and the cold splash of water against pale skin. His lips were bright crimson from the blood that had flooded there, realizing that must have happened because of the strain of crying. He hadn't... lost control in so many years, not since Minato found him curled up, blood strained, hiding with his pack.
He stared hard and long at the scar down Obito's face, and it made him want to coil up and hide, push Obito away. He couldn't even bring himself to move his muscles. "I hurt you..." he whispered out, just barely. "I did that to you... I... I put you in a life or death situation. You should hate me!"
Obito rubbed his hands under Kakashi's eyes, then his nose, using one sodden sleeve to clear way the mess of fluids and help Kakashi breathe a little better. He blinked and squinted against the water, and huffed in a jagged huge breath, letting it rush out as he tried to think of what to say to help Kakashi, to make it better.
He wasn't mad ... Obito wasn't sure quite why, but nothing about the situation pissed him off, except the situation itself which had upset his team-mate so much.
"I don't hate you," he mumbled as he bent in and pressed a quick, clumsy kiss against his mouth, then his cheek, lips smearing there as they both shivered convulsively from the ice-cold water, "I don't hate you. How ... how c-can I fix it so you don't look at me like that?"
Kakashi gave a small wrinkle of his nose as it was rubbed, and indeed, he could breath a little better. His hair mopped in a wet mess, straight down into his eyes, curling into his cheeks. He breathed out a cold breath, drops of water dripping from his eyelashes and down his nose, smothering the wetness as Obito kissed him on his lips.
He inhailed slow and steady, trying to calm himself down. He brought a gloved arm up, rubbing his sore eyes, before slowly resting his arm back down again.
Shivering, Kakashi replied short and sweet, "Mark me. Make me bleed. Do what I did to you..." Touching his own eye idly.
It should have curdled Obito's stomach and sickened him to the point of shaking, being asked to do something like that. Horrible, horrible, to take a knife to Kakashi's face, but.. .but ... "So we're even?" Obito's voice spoke, small and uncertain, and he swallowed around the sudden taste of copper. He'd bitten his tongue so hard it bled, but the taste didn't help relax him any.
The water was dripping his hair into his eyes, shivering along his limbs, and when he shifted he felt a small pressure in his pocket. He fumbled down with another awkward mumble and thumbed it open, then slowly tugged free the object. The kunai that Kakashi had made for him that was two grahams heavy on the back end. It could still cut well enough.
"O-okay," he swallowed before edging very anxiously forward, one thumb brushing across Kakashi's pale cheekbone, "just ... just hold really still."
It wouldn't be nearly enough, but for now... Kakashi felt that would do justice. He sunk back a little, closing both of his eyes so he didn't have to watch Obito. He curled his hands against the sides of the tub, pale, numb fingers tightening in a white-knuckled grasp. He breathed slow and steady, toes flexing and remained as still as he could. It was hard to move as it is... And the numbing of the water to his face would pervent it from hurting too much.
"Do it." Kakashi barely breathed out a rasp, doing as he was told and staying still.
Obito didn't want to do this, and his hands trembled until he took a steadying breath to calm himself down. The water was still moving so slowly around them, at least to his eyes, and he shook for a moment before swallowing painfully, forcing them to still. He could do this, he'd seen his own face, and the memory of it came to him unbidden.
His eyes remembered what that looked like, and so he remembered, acutely ... He could do this. He reached up and touched his hands to pale cheeks, nails grazing the slope of his jaw. He kept the kunai carefully between his fingers.
The cuts themselves were quick. Obito kept his hands so steady, just quick dashes up along Kakashi's eyelid and browline, then down his cheek. Then he threw the kunai towards the far wall, ignoring as it imbedded and quivered in the door,and pressed glowing fingers into the bruising cut flesh to clean it.
Surprisingly, Kakashi didn't flinch when he felt the blade to his face. He tried not to squint so the blade could move down smoothly in a clean cut. He shivered slightly, sighing out a slow breath and remained with his hands tight in the side of the tub. Only when he heard the noise of the kunai hitting the door did Kakashi open his eyes, immediately shutting his left eye. He winced and hunched over painfully for a long moment, until he felt Obito's hands working to clean up the mess. He only grit his teeth, small tiny fangs showing from his clan heritage, similar to that of the Inuzuka's.
Resting back tiredly against the side of the tub, Kakashi stopped Obito from healing his eye, wanting it to heal naturally... wanting to be left with the stinging pain, as retribution for what he had done.
"I'm sorry..." he muttered again, painfully.
"L-lemme fix it," Obito protested, his voice thickening with tears. It was just as hard on him as it was on Kakashi, this awful thing that'd happened to them, and he was trying so hard to be strong for Kakashi but it was hard. All of it. He dragged an arm across his nose and eyes and hiccuped, then reached to twist at the shower knobs with a muted curse to turn the water a little warmer.
As it heated, Obito crawled forward like a kicked puppy, face pushing into Kakashi's chest and fingers clinging onto his sleeves, and shivered at the return of temperature. "Kashi let me fix it..."
A fierce shake of his head, as Kakashi curled up against the tub again, in a similar way he had done before. As the warmer water sprayed down on them, a slight misty hue of pink collected down the side of the porceline tub, where the blood trickled down Kakashi's face. He breathed out a wet sight, fingers clenching and unclenching as he wrapped his arms around himself, avoiding Obito's eyes... frightened to be hurt, to hurt again.
But it changed, slightly, when Obito moved into his chest, staying there, it seemed, and wouldn't budge. Kakashi had no choice but to move his hands a little, fisting tightly into the Uchiha's drenched jacket. "You shouldn't have come in here. You're wet." he whispered.
A small hiccupy sniff protested it all, followed by the grip of Obito's hands at Kakashi's shoulders, dragging him in tighter. He'd wait, he'd wait until Kakashi fell asleep and then fix his face whether or not his team-mate wanted him to. "Don't care," he muffled into Kakashi's sleeve before drawing back, fist dragging across his face to clear away tears and mucus. Gross ...
"I don't care. We're even." His dark hair hung forward into his face before he bent down and tugged one of Kakashi's feet up, so he could press a dramatic smacking kiss to the very top.
"Well, now we are, 'cos you won. I owed you a kiss, right?"
"But I do. We... both don't need to get ill over this stupid thing." Kakashi replied in a hiss of a tone, defeated and saddened by everything. The entire situation had brought his mood down to a miserable halt. Obito wouldn't ever know... couldn't ever know... the full extent to his own father's death, or how any of it happened. Thankfully, he was sure Obito didn't know about how his father died, and he hoped that the Uchiha would never find out. His phobia of death and blood frightened him more than he cared to admit. It was something that, over time, he would get over. But it would be a painful process...
Kakashi felt his body move, slipping back so his spine arched against the dip of the tub, while his foot was hauled up. The water sprinkled down on his stomach, and he eyed Obito warily, feeling the kiss to his foot. He closed his eyes, hanging his head slightly. "That didn't count." he spoke out in the quietest voice, slowly warming up under the hot water.
"I'm not sucking on your toes or anything," Obito protested before turning it into a lie as his mouth touched to his ankle, then to his toes again. He dropped his foot and moved up to kiss him properly, mouth seeking out Kakashi's. No masks, just the taste of mutual blood and tears. Kind of icky, but he powered through, kissing Kakashi was worth it.
It distracted him enough at least for glowing fingertips and memorized healing abilities to brush along Kakashi's cheek, along his pale face, and fix the damage. "Don't worry," he mumbled between that kiss and the next, "still have a scar like mine..."
Kakashi couldn't help the slight shiver when he felt Obito's warm mouth tending to his unfortunately numb and cold foot. He flexed his toes as much as possible, until he felt it slide against the tub again and Obito moving to kiss him. He breathed in through his nose, kissing back in a slow, gentle rhythmn that he wasn't sure he was prepared to last for. He couldn't help but flinch as Obito healed him, and decided to just stay still. There was no point running from it, even though he wanted to feel the pain. It was the only thing that he could feel on his face at that moment in time.
The silver attempted to kiss back, but it draw in too short. He sighed, shoulders trembling a little as they hunched over.
The shower head spurted and guttered, just enough that Obito looked up quickly, then stole one last kiss. "You should take a real shower," he mumbled into his cheek, feeling weirdly too drained nad tired to move. He petted his new scars with two fingers, entranced by the texture under his hand, pale skin and bump-scar. An imperfection.
"I'll go outside th' shower curtain if you want. It'll make you feel better anyway."
Shaking his head slowly, Kakashi swallowed thickly for a moment, before turning his head towards Obito. "No... I don't want to shower. The water has made my hands and feet wrinkle." His own nose wrinkled at that. He generally didn't much like having baths, similar to a canine... or his pack.
Standing up, the silver rose up to his feet and unabashedly began to undress. He removed his shirt and the leather binding over his chest, supported around his back. He dropped the wet, blue material down into the tub, quietly fiddling with the belt around his waist. His own scars were stinging still, but thankfully not bleeding because of Obito.
Obito wasn't sure why this felt so weird. He and Kakashi had been shirtless around each other lots of times. Hell, their sensei had dragged them to the onsen once or twice. Sure, he'd only seen him with no mask here in this place, but he'd seen the rest of Kakashi. So why ...
One hand rubbed beneath his own nose just to check as he openly stared, then coughed and looked away, face stinging with color.
Kakashi was unfortunately not in any mood to care about being near-naked in front of Obito. All he was concentrated on was getting into a warm robe and sleeping. His hair was soaking by now, and it stuck damply to his head. He sighed a little, peering at the Uchiha for a moment. "Could you hand me a robe please?" he asked quietly, attempting to pull down his pants that were so desperately clinging hold of his thighs. He managed to get them off, however, still in his boxers.
Obito was fairly sure his face was on fire. He rubbed self-consciously at his cheeks and swallowed before crawling up to his feet. He scurried free of the shower and tore off his own jacket, leaving it in a soggy pile on the floor, and returned to Kakashi with a robe for Kakashi.
Hooking his thumbs beneath the frame of his underwear, Kakashi slowly began to slide them off, which was hard considering they seemed to be the thing that didn't want to come off straight away. Once he pulled them past the curve of his buttocks, he sat on the edge of the tub, removing them entirely, before taking the robes into his grasp. He wrapped them around his body, breathing out. "Thank you."
Kakashi stood out of the tub, shaking his head viciously like a dog, and dried his hair with the long sleeves of his robes.
Obito mumbled a small 'you're welcome,' eyes modestly averted even though he wasn't sure why. Something had changed between them, hypersexualized or something, Obito didn't know ... He reached in and kissed his cheek before scooting past, dripping, to scuttle into the bedroom and change.
By the time Kakashi left the bathroom Obito was in a fresh outfit, dressed in loose sleeper pants and a tshirt from the closet. The apprentice, or maybe the host, had given them pajymas at least to wear when they wanted.
At that moment in time, Kakashi failed to notice anything different that had spiralled between them. It was neutral, but little did he know how things would finally progress... how deep their relationship was spiralling towards.
Kakashi moved out once he was ready, shutting out the light and the door, before moving into the rather small-ish bed. It could fit two people, but not nearly enough space. It was bad for people who didn't like holding each other into sleep... which never really tended to be much of a problem between the two.
WHERE: Forest, and then Kakashi's room
WHEN: Just after Team Minato meet up
SUMMARY: Kakashi and Obito are instructed to scout the area together, but they decide to spar. Little do they know of what will occur...
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: Violence, blood
STATUS: Complete
The meeting had gone down considerably well between the four members of Team 4. They had all been given areas to scout and check out, both Obito and Kakashi opting to work together, splitting off towards the forested area. But as growing teenage boys were, they quickly grew bored of simply searching and looking around in unreasonably dull surroundings, despite the eerie atmosphere inside of the hotel.
The silver eyed Obito in the corner of his eye, staring over at the Uchiha. He stretched out his legs as he strode against the twigs and green-scope against the forest floor. "We should spar for a bit." he suggested quietly. "Sparring will help gauge our surroundings better, not to mention heighten our senses."
Obito stretched and squinted briefly up at the sky, before spinning in a half-circle to take in their environment. His hands dropped to his hips as he nodded, then flashed a sharp grin over one shoulder. "Sparring wth me? Man you must be bored!"
Kakashi had always been reluctant to spar with him in the past, 'crybaby' and all, but Obito wasn't in any mood to protest. Sparring sounded like fun.
"Hand to hand?"
...That had only been because he hadn't enjoyed being in that type of environment with Obito, because he knew how hectic and caught up they got. Kakashi was a lot more laid back when it came to combat, but whenever he trained alongside Obito, he felt like both of them were far too dominant when it came to who was better at what, and who would achieve further.
But right now, in this place, that wasn't needed. Kakashi had almost forgotten what it felt like to spar, to feel the wind through his hair, the strength of another body combatting against his own. He missed it, even if he wouldn't outright admit it.
"Hand to hand." A hint of a smirk, as Kakashi drew out two weapons that he had made. A mixture of plastic and metal, replica kunai. He handed one towards Obito for him, knowing he posessed no weapons. "And this."
"Eh?" Obito snagged it out of the air easily, unaware of the speed with which Kakashi had thrown it and the angle. He merely snatched it by the handle and dragged it down for a look. Obito wasn't a bad ninja, per se, he was just easily distracted. If he managed to focus all that energy on a target someday, he'd be formidible.
He spun it through his fingers and pulled a face. "It feels weird," he said, since it was a tiny bit lopsided, but better than nothing at all.
Obito stretched and fell into a loose crouch, defensive. Normally he attacked first, but with uncertain weapons and an uncertain environment, he didn't mind Kakashi taking the initiative.
The kunai itself wasn't exactly perfect. Kakashi's almost delicate hands were not crafted to create such an object with such skill, unlike their teacher. He had done the best he could, however, and it worked pretty effectively.
"I know it does." Kakashi commented idly, not really enjoying the craftsmenship of the item, let alone how sharp it might be if it actually cut. But it was good to have a weapon, regardless of they were using them on each other, or on beasts and animals surrounding the area. Neither of them had been in the forest before, so they could only assume that it wasn't safe in the forest.
Shifting back a few feet, Kakashi stood with his own slight slouch, eying the Uchiha. "Let's play a game." he crooned out lazily, touching the blade between his fingers idly. "Hide and seek. First one to find the other and land a scratch on ones body wins." What exactly they would win... Perhaps each others respect, or something. Kakashi hadn't decided quite yet, but he hoped it would get Obito interested in participating.
"Hide and seek," Obito echoed as he chewed briefly on the tip of his 'kunai,' then grinned cheekily. "Hide and seek, and subdue then huh? You're on!" He aimed the kunai at Kakashi and winked one eye shut with a wild grin, "what's the prize?"
He twirled the kunai around one finger, mulling it over, "maybe a kiss. We'll play for a kiss then."
That hadn't been what Kakashi had expected to hear, but he wouldn't let Obito know that. So instead, he folded his arms, eying his teammate with passive eyes. "You're on, Uchiha." he replied coyly. "You'll be kissing my foot by the time I'm done with you." And soon enough, Kakashi disappeared. Just like that.
...Not technically. He just speedily dodged off into the bushes, running through the forested area. It felt so GOOD to get out! To fun, to be part of nature in this way. And who better to do it with than someone on your own team... let alone when that certain someone was probably the most important person in his life right now.
"Oh yeah? You'll be kissing my ASS," Obito yelled after him before he squeaked, upon realizing Kakashi was already gone, and he was left in the middle of the field in a rabbit-dash for cover.
He swept through the tall grass, before pausing with a bemused look down at the 'kunai.' A small grumble, and Obito stuffed it into one pocket, grimacing. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea or not to draw a blade on Kakashi. This place was unpredictable.
Rolling his eyes at that, knowing that he definately would not be losing now that the so called 'prize' was a threaten (no way in HELL he was putting his mouth anywhere NEAR Obito's ass), Kakashi sped off in the nearest direction that looked shrowded with plantation and heavy cover. He ducked down there, creeping along the floor, blending in significantly well due to his dark clothes... though his silver hair did give away the hiding spot slightly. He kept his fingers tight on the blade in case he encountered anything that passed by. So far, all he had seen were insects burrowed into the dirt.
Shit, where was Kakashi? Thirty minutes passed, then fourty as Obito's patience frayed a bit. He skulked through the grass and bolted from tree to tree, sweat beading across his forehead from the weird flare-up of humidity. This place sucked with its sporatic weather, one minute nice and temperature, the next damned near tropical.
He chewed at his lower lip and grumbled before spotting a nice outcropping of rubble that could serve as a hiding spot. "Gotcha," he silently cheered and inched forward.
Kakashi himself was sweating profously at that point. The heat was beginning to get to him rapidly, and he felt a little woozy with apprehention. He idly wondered if Obito had gotten himself hurt, or had lost his way. If that were the case... they could be out here for days. And that immediately sent Kakashi in a panic. He couldn't feel Obito's chakra, since... they had no chakra here. He felt sluggish and tired far more rapidly, adding to that heat exhaustion.
It was only when he heard the rustle behind him, close so very close... did Kakashi actually panic. He didn't think that it would be Obito. No. His thoughts had progressed further than that. He shrieked out a noise and flipped his body around, reaching the kunai out in his grasp and slashed at whatever it was had attacked him. His body was visibly quivering.
And then, after all the heat.... Kakashi felt as cold as ice. He stared with hugely wide eyes Obito, his shakey hand dropping the weapon.
Obito should've had his own kunai in hand, if he had he could've deflected the blow with metal on metal. Then again he hadn't expected it to come as quickly or abruptly as it had. Kakashi had aimed about neck-level had he been standing, but in a crouch as Obito was, the kunai dashed across his face. The boy had only enough time to throw himself back rather clumsily to avoid being stabbed.
Blood spilled across his vision as he yelped and tumbled, both hands lifting to clutch against his face before his visible eye flared open wide in shock. The sharigan spun into life, swirling and surfacing behind open black, spilling in like blood as the tomoe spun rapidly for the first time.
His fingers smeared away, shaking, from his left eye as he gingerly squinted it open, blood gumming up his eyelashes. "Ow," he muttered, then smeared a fist across the side of his face, "shit!"
Kakashi's body could not stop shaking with what he had done. He just stared, entirely dumbfounded by it all. It had both gone so, so slowly, yet so quickly, all at once. It was only when he met Obito's face that he noticed not only was the blood staining his hands and on his face, but... those eyes... those eyes...
He stayed very still where he was, resembling a deer caught in head lights. His bottom lip trembled under his mask. He suddenly felt very sick. These instances... These were the reasons why they were rarely allowed to train against each other without Minato's supervision. Minato was... very strict about it, because of Kakashi's own mind, having been subjected to watching his father slicing that sword through his gut, seeping blood... secreting Kakashi's small feet, his hands filthied by his father's blood.
Kakashi was scared. So scared. He wanted to run, to bolt. He couldn't stand the blood... seeping out... losing someone so close to him again. This was why he didn't get close to people! He'd hurt them! They would hurt, and die, and leave him! Oh god, oh god what had he done?!
Then... Obito's voice. It shook Kakashi out of his shocked state.
Only after another few dumbfounded moments did Kakashi immediately stumble over to the Uchiha, hesitant to touch him again. "Fuck..." he hissed, roumaging around in his pouch for a bandage. It was all he had right now... He hesitated, feeling so ill by what he had done... This person who was meant to mean so much to him. How could he have let his guard down like that?!
"Fuck," Obito echoed as his eyes squeezed shut for a moment. Everything seemed so much brighter and illuminated, and when they slitted open, Kakashi was there right in front of him in a way he'd never seen him. Colors and light ... Obito blinked and stared, watching for a moment as chakra bubbled and spilled along pathways the normal human eye couldn't track.
"... wow," he breathed, "you're really blue 'n glowing, Kashi."
It hadn't hit him just yet what had happened, or that the sharigan were activated. He had a bit of a headache, his eyes burned, and his face ... his face hurt, when his fingers slid and stumbled in smudged blood. His left eye was hard to keep open, blood across the lens from rapid blinking. Kakashi's blade had slashed his face in an eerily similar way to how it would have been cut during his 'death' in his own timeline.
".. .'m okay."
Kakashi hunched over for a long few moments, hearing the deeper breath from being attacked out of shock, and the fact that Obito had gained his sharingan... without even realizing it. He whimpered a little, but tried to hid his fear from Obito, all the while being as gentle as he could, showing a far more naive, innocent, childlike side to Kakashi that no one besides Minato had ever seen...
Holding his breath, the silver pulled the hitai-ate away from Obito and dropped it into his own lap, before wrapping the bandage as carefully and as delicately as possible around that single half of Obito's head, preventing the wound from getting any worse. He had learned that from Rin, on an unfortunate mission where Obito had fallen over once and scraped up his entire calf, causing it to bleed rapidly. Putting pressure on the wound would ease the stinging and prevent more blood from escaping.
"We have to get back." he spoke out timidly. "Can you stand up?" Putting on a brave front, at least until they got back to his room.
"Um, I dunno," Obito slumped forward and caught against Kakashi as he struggled up to his feet, swaying only a little. Here, he had no chakra reserve to pull on and give himself a life-saving adrenaline rush to get his footing. He couldn't stem the bleeding through the exercises Minato-sensei had taught them, and his own healing abilities were just crap.
"Oh," he breathed as his head lifted, unfocused red eyes skimming the terrain with their new ability, "everything looks so weird ..."
"Obito..." A deep breath. "You have the sharingan, that's why." Gathering that Obito didn't realize what had occured just then. It was still so weird... And he had two tomoe. That was rare in the Uchiha clan, to gain the sharingan with two. Obito must be so much more stronger than anyone anticipated him to being.
Wrapping his arms around Obito to keep him upright, Kakashi attempted to lead the two of them back towards the hotel in hope that they could find Rin, or someone that could heal Obito. And then perhaps he could go and throw up and hide away for a long while. He was surprised at how far he had pulled through already. Being near Obito... It made him hurt. Because he hurt him...He could have died...
He has the sharingan because of me...
Obito blinked and staggered a bit dizzily, both from the new sharigan which were diluted enough here to be confusing, and his own dizzy light-headedness. "Oh," he whispered faintly at that, as his arm tightened weakly around Kakashi, "oh... really?"
Obito hadn't thought he'd ever be able to activate the sharigan. And to do it somewhere like this place, and because of Kakashi? "Thanks," he whispered, lips curving faintly before his eyes rolled back and he stumbled again, sagging a bit.
"Gonna pass out," he mumbled faintly, "shit ... dizzy ..."
If Obito hadn't of been heavier and significantly that little bit taller than Kakashi, he would have hauled him up over his shoulders and carried him back to the hotel, but seeing as the laws of gravity were not working to his advantage here, all he could do was help haul him through the forest towards the entrance, and out along the pathway, heading for the building they both knew well.
He remembered he had some basic supplies himself in his own room, and dared to take the elevator towards his floor. It was so... frightening. He didn't think he could possibly bring himself to tell Minato or Rin about what had happened. So he decided to try and heal him by himself.
Finally reaching the floor without, thankfully, any interuptions from monsters or other people around, Kakashi took slow, gradual steps towards his room, kicked the door open, and entered inside. He eased Obito back against the bed, preparing ointment amongst other things to help ease the blood and the wound.
Barely awake and aware, Obito mumbled and pushed listlessly at Kakashi's hands when he returned, trying to nudge them away from his face because it hurt. He blinked his eyes open groggily just in time to watch Kakashi's fingers glowing, and the tomoe whirled slow and calculated, memorizing the technique.
It was so strange, watching this ... He could see the way the chakra moved, how Kakashi pulled it in and from where. It would have been cool and he'd have raved and gushed about it, if it wasn't so terrifying.
"Kashi," he whispered faintly, "I'm alright. Don't overdo it."
This... This was the least Kakashi could do. And right now, it was the only thing he could do that could heal Obito, to make sure he could recover. He wasn't going to lose him after something so stupid... It was all his fault. He had never felt so guilty in his life.
Time passed by slowly, but surely. He could feel that Obito wasn't all there right now. Only when the blood had stopped did Kakashi finally step away from the body of his friend, partner, comrade, and he turned away from it entirely. Silent steps, Kakashi took towards the bathroom. His fingers touched the knob, and he closed the door when he set foot inside.
When Obito would completely grasp hold of his senses again, Kakashi would be soaked through to the very bone.
Obito slept for a short period, if it could be considered sleep. When his eyes blinked open he instinctively reached up to touch his face, and winced at how stiff and sore the skin felt around his eye. It hurt a little to blink, and he winced before sitting up slowly on the bed.
His fingers glowed, and he squinted at them and then called on the technique he'd seen Kakashi use earlier. They flared a brighter shade as shakra collected, and he lifted his hand to touch his face, and breathed a sigh fo relief as the ache faded out and the cuts closed the rest of the way. He picked at the bandaging and dragged it free since it wasn't needed anymore, then slid from the bed.
"Kakashi?" He heard the shower running, and moved to knock at the door, calling through. "Hey! Open up, I owe you a kiss."
Inside of the bathroom, as that hour had gone by, Kakashi had sat inside the tub the entire time, his clothes worn and now stuck to his body, soaked through like a second layer of skin. He was too numb to shiver, lost in his thoughts, his nerves, his anger at himself, and how he could have harmed Obito. His face was wet with not only cold water, but hot tears that refused to stop flowing down his sore cheeks. He was curled up in a ball, sitting beneath the shower head up above, face pressed against his knees. He was shaking slightly as he sobbed to himself silently, not even hearing the voice of the Uchiha on the other side of the door, too far detached from the real world to the world in his mind.
"... Kashi?" Obito hesitated with a frown on the other side and considered his options. He could shove his way through and pick the lock or something but Kakashi might be sitting on the pot and get mad at the interruption. But the shower was running, and well ... and well ...
Something about the situation seemed really 'off' to him. He licked at his lower lip and chewed it. Shit ... He grabbed through one pocket and located a small pick, and wedged it into the lock in a quick twist, jarring the door open. It slid inward, and he slipped through and winced, letting it nudge shut at his back.
"Kashi," he mumbled as the water sprayed, and the boy in the tub shivered, visible from Obito's standpoint. He didn't even take off his shoes, instead he crossed the room in a quick stumble and paused, just long enough to stare uncomprehendingly at his own face - scarred! - in the mirror, before scrambling up over the side of the tub.
"Shit," he gasped at the cold. Freezing! Obito scooted in, shivering, and wrapped his arms quickly around Kakashi's shoulders as he wedged in as close as he could. "K-k-kashi 's cold ... what're we doing in the tub?"
It was as though as soon as Obito wrapped his arms around Kakashi, he immediately drew out from that horrible place locked up inside of his mind. Images, voices of his father's death, mixed in with Obito... With knowing what the future held for the Uchiha. Too painful... it hurt too much... How was he meant to deal with this alone? How... How could he? He was a monster... He hurt his only best friend... He was bleeding, and he had the sharingan because of him! He hurt him that badly...!
A choked noise left Kakashi, so much emotion usually hidden under that veil of a mask, but he was showing his weakness to Obito. He was sharing it, even if he had attempted to mask it once again. He dropped his head towards Obito's shoulder, whimpering a little as he shook in the older boy's arms. His breath was rasped, rabid, and soon enough, he just cried. His eyes stung badly from the tears he shed before, but he was downright breaking down right now. There was a muffle of a noise, choked as Kakashi attempted to speak with his mouth full of saliva, tongue numb from not moving it in such a long time.
"I'm sorry!" he trembled out, his voice a little higher in a whined tone, straining to talk through his childish tears. After all... he still was just a child. Even if he kept up a face the entire time, pretending to be an almighty being, he was still a thirteen year old child, subjected to such a terrible life at that age... This was the last thing he wanted to happen.
"... aw, shit, Kashi ..." Obito was always the crybaby, always the one who broke down for all three, emotional and volatile and ... and God, there was something so wrong for Obito, in a world where Kakashi cried. He grabbed against him tighter and slid trembling hands along Kakashi's back, up and down again, trying to rub a bit of warmth back into him through sheer will and friction.
He could see the separate water drops as they fell, everything seemed so slowed down ... he watched them for a moment, then bent to press his face tighter into soft silver hair, soaked through by now with the water.
"I know, 'n I forgive you, 'n it's okay. I'm fine, see? Look, look," Obito's hands tugged, fingers tugging and dragging at Kakashi's chin and his hair to lift his face, so he could reach up and draw down the lid of one of his eyes with a fingertip. "My eye's not even hurt, and I get this cool scar. We're okay."
Kakashi's face was far from pretty when he felt his chin being lifted up to stare at Obito. He sobbed to himself, his mask shrivled down around his neck, snot dribbling from his nose as it mixed with the water. He sniffed in as hard as he could, his eyes sore and red, bloodshot from crying. His face was red, also, from crying and the cold splash of water against pale skin. His lips were bright crimson from the blood that had flooded there, realizing that must have happened because of the strain of crying. He hadn't... lost control in so many years, not since Minato found him curled up, blood strained, hiding with his pack.
He stared hard and long at the scar down Obito's face, and it made him want to coil up and hide, push Obito away. He couldn't even bring himself to move his muscles. "I hurt you..." he whispered out, just barely. "I did that to you... I... I put you in a life or death situation. You should hate me!"
Obito rubbed his hands under Kakashi's eyes, then his nose, using one sodden sleeve to clear way the mess of fluids and help Kakashi breathe a little better. He blinked and squinted against the water, and huffed in a jagged huge breath, letting it rush out as he tried to think of what to say to help Kakashi, to make it better.
He wasn't mad ... Obito wasn't sure quite why, but nothing about the situation pissed him off, except the situation itself which had upset his team-mate so much.
"I don't hate you," he mumbled as he bent in and pressed a quick, clumsy kiss against his mouth, then his cheek, lips smearing there as they both shivered convulsively from the ice-cold water, "I don't hate you. How ... how c-can I fix it so you don't look at me like that?"
Kakashi gave a small wrinkle of his nose as it was rubbed, and indeed, he could breath a little better. His hair mopped in a wet mess, straight down into his eyes, curling into his cheeks. He breathed out a cold breath, drops of water dripping from his eyelashes and down his nose, smothering the wetness as Obito kissed him on his lips.
He inhailed slow and steady, trying to calm himself down. He brought a gloved arm up, rubbing his sore eyes, before slowly resting his arm back down again.
Shivering, Kakashi replied short and sweet, "Mark me. Make me bleed. Do what I did to you..." Touching his own eye idly.
It should have curdled Obito's stomach and sickened him to the point of shaking, being asked to do something like that. Horrible, horrible, to take a knife to Kakashi's face, but.. .but ... "So we're even?" Obito's voice spoke, small and uncertain, and he swallowed around the sudden taste of copper. He'd bitten his tongue so hard it bled, but the taste didn't help relax him any.
The water was dripping his hair into his eyes, shivering along his limbs, and when he shifted he felt a small pressure in his pocket. He fumbled down with another awkward mumble and thumbed it open, then slowly tugged free the object. The kunai that Kakashi had made for him that was two grahams heavy on the back end. It could still cut well enough.
"O-okay," he swallowed before edging very anxiously forward, one thumb brushing across Kakashi's pale cheekbone, "just ... just hold really still."
It wouldn't be nearly enough, but for now... Kakashi felt that would do justice. He sunk back a little, closing both of his eyes so he didn't have to watch Obito. He curled his hands against the sides of the tub, pale, numb fingers tightening in a white-knuckled grasp. He breathed slow and steady, toes flexing and remained as still as he could. It was hard to move as it is... And the numbing of the water to his face would pervent it from hurting too much.
"Do it." Kakashi barely breathed out a rasp, doing as he was told and staying still.
Obito didn't want to do this, and his hands trembled until he took a steadying breath to calm himself down. The water was still moving so slowly around them, at least to his eyes, and he shook for a moment before swallowing painfully, forcing them to still. He could do this, he'd seen his own face, and the memory of it came to him unbidden.
His eyes remembered what that looked like, and so he remembered, acutely ... He could do this. He reached up and touched his hands to pale cheeks, nails grazing the slope of his jaw. He kept the kunai carefully between his fingers.
The cuts themselves were quick. Obito kept his hands so steady, just quick dashes up along Kakashi's eyelid and browline, then down his cheek. Then he threw the kunai towards the far wall, ignoring as it imbedded and quivered in the door,and pressed glowing fingers into the bruising cut flesh to clean it.
Surprisingly, Kakashi didn't flinch when he felt the blade to his face. He tried not to squint so the blade could move down smoothly in a clean cut. He shivered slightly, sighing out a slow breath and remained with his hands tight in the side of the tub. Only when he heard the noise of the kunai hitting the door did Kakashi open his eyes, immediately shutting his left eye. He winced and hunched over painfully for a long moment, until he felt Obito's hands working to clean up the mess. He only grit his teeth, small tiny fangs showing from his clan heritage, similar to that of the Inuzuka's.
Resting back tiredly against the side of the tub, Kakashi stopped Obito from healing his eye, wanting it to heal naturally... wanting to be left with the stinging pain, as retribution for what he had done.
"I'm sorry..." he muttered again, painfully.
"L-lemme fix it," Obito protested, his voice thickening with tears. It was just as hard on him as it was on Kakashi, this awful thing that'd happened to them, and he was trying so hard to be strong for Kakashi but it was hard. All of it. He dragged an arm across his nose and eyes and hiccuped, then reached to twist at the shower knobs with a muted curse to turn the water a little warmer.
As it heated, Obito crawled forward like a kicked puppy, face pushing into Kakashi's chest and fingers clinging onto his sleeves, and shivered at the return of temperature. "Kashi let me fix it..."
A fierce shake of his head, as Kakashi curled up against the tub again, in a similar way he had done before. As the warmer water sprayed down on them, a slight misty hue of pink collected down the side of the porceline tub, where the blood trickled down Kakashi's face. He breathed out a wet sight, fingers clenching and unclenching as he wrapped his arms around himself, avoiding Obito's eyes... frightened to be hurt, to hurt again.
But it changed, slightly, when Obito moved into his chest, staying there, it seemed, and wouldn't budge. Kakashi had no choice but to move his hands a little, fisting tightly into the Uchiha's drenched jacket. "You shouldn't have come in here. You're wet." he whispered.
A small hiccupy sniff protested it all, followed by the grip of Obito's hands at Kakashi's shoulders, dragging him in tighter. He'd wait, he'd wait until Kakashi fell asleep and then fix his face whether or not his team-mate wanted him to. "Don't care," he muffled into Kakashi's sleeve before drawing back, fist dragging across his face to clear away tears and mucus. Gross ...
"I don't care. We're even." His dark hair hung forward into his face before he bent down and tugged one of Kakashi's feet up, so he could press a dramatic smacking kiss to the very top.
"Well, now we are, 'cos you won. I owed you a kiss, right?"
"But I do. We... both don't need to get ill over this stupid thing." Kakashi replied in a hiss of a tone, defeated and saddened by everything. The entire situation had brought his mood down to a miserable halt. Obito wouldn't ever know... couldn't ever know... the full extent to his own father's death, or how any of it happened. Thankfully, he was sure Obito didn't know about how his father died, and he hoped that the Uchiha would never find out. His phobia of death and blood frightened him more than he cared to admit. It was something that, over time, he would get over. But it would be a painful process...
Kakashi felt his body move, slipping back so his spine arched against the dip of the tub, while his foot was hauled up. The water sprinkled down on his stomach, and he eyed Obito warily, feeling the kiss to his foot. He closed his eyes, hanging his head slightly. "That didn't count." he spoke out in the quietest voice, slowly warming up under the hot water.
"I'm not sucking on your toes or anything," Obito protested before turning it into a lie as his mouth touched to his ankle, then to his toes again. He dropped his foot and moved up to kiss him properly, mouth seeking out Kakashi's. No masks, just the taste of mutual blood and tears. Kind of icky, but he powered through, kissing Kakashi was worth it.
It distracted him enough at least for glowing fingertips and memorized healing abilities to brush along Kakashi's cheek, along his pale face, and fix the damage. "Don't worry," he mumbled between that kiss and the next, "still have a scar like mine..."
Kakashi couldn't help the slight shiver when he felt Obito's warm mouth tending to his unfortunately numb and cold foot. He flexed his toes as much as possible, until he felt it slide against the tub again and Obito moving to kiss him. He breathed in through his nose, kissing back in a slow, gentle rhythmn that he wasn't sure he was prepared to last for. He couldn't help but flinch as Obito healed him, and decided to just stay still. There was no point running from it, even though he wanted to feel the pain. It was the only thing that he could feel on his face at that moment in time.
The silver attempted to kiss back, but it draw in too short. He sighed, shoulders trembling a little as they hunched over.
The shower head spurted and guttered, just enough that Obito looked up quickly, then stole one last kiss. "You should take a real shower," he mumbled into his cheek, feeling weirdly too drained nad tired to move. He petted his new scars with two fingers, entranced by the texture under his hand, pale skin and bump-scar. An imperfection.
"I'll go outside th' shower curtain if you want. It'll make you feel better anyway."
Shaking his head slowly, Kakashi swallowed thickly for a moment, before turning his head towards Obito. "No... I don't want to shower. The water has made my hands and feet wrinkle." His own nose wrinkled at that. He generally didn't much like having baths, similar to a canine... or his pack.
Standing up, the silver rose up to his feet and unabashedly began to undress. He removed his shirt and the leather binding over his chest, supported around his back. He dropped the wet, blue material down into the tub, quietly fiddling with the belt around his waist. His own scars were stinging still, but thankfully not bleeding because of Obito.
Obito wasn't sure why this felt so weird. He and Kakashi had been shirtless around each other lots of times. Hell, their sensei had dragged them to the onsen once or twice. Sure, he'd only seen him with no mask here in this place, but he'd seen the rest of Kakashi. So why ...
One hand rubbed beneath his own nose just to check as he openly stared, then coughed and looked away, face stinging with color.
Kakashi was unfortunately not in any mood to care about being near-naked in front of Obito. All he was concentrated on was getting into a warm robe and sleeping. His hair was soaking by now, and it stuck damply to his head. He sighed a little, peering at the Uchiha for a moment. "Could you hand me a robe please?" he asked quietly, attempting to pull down his pants that were so desperately clinging hold of his thighs. He managed to get them off, however, still in his boxers.
Obito was fairly sure his face was on fire. He rubbed self-consciously at his cheeks and swallowed before crawling up to his feet. He scurried free of the shower and tore off his own jacket, leaving it in a soggy pile on the floor, and returned to Kakashi with a robe for Kakashi.
Hooking his thumbs beneath the frame of his underwear, Kakashi slowly began to slide them off, which was hard considering they seemed to be the thing that didn't want to come off straight away. Once he pulled them past the curve of his buttocks, he sat on the edge of the tub, removing them entirely, before taking the robes into his grasp. He wrapped them around his body, breathing out. "Thank you."
Kakashi stood out of the tub, shaking his head viciously like a dog, and dried his hair with the long sleeves of his robes.
Obito mumbled a small 'you're welcome,' eyes modestly averted even though he wasn't sure why. Something had changed between them, hypersexualized or something, Obito didn't know ... He reached in and kissed his cheek before scooting past, dripping, to scuttle into the bedroom and change.
By the time Kakashi left the bathroom Obito was in a fresh outfit, dressed in loose sleeper pants and a tshirt from the closet. The apprentice, or maybe the host, had given them pajymas at least to wear when they wanted.
At that moment in time, Kakashi failed to notice anything different that had spiralled between them. It was neutral, but little did he know how things would finally progress... how deep their relationship was spiralling towards.
Kakashi moved out once he was ready, shutting out the light and the door, before moving into the rather small-ish bed. It could fit two people, but not nearly enough space. It was bad for people who didn't like holding each other into sleep... which never really tended to be much of a problem between the two.