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Hello and welcome to my first fic this year! :D I'm so sorry it took so long, but Christmas Event drained a lot of my energy and I needed to get some rest, plus the Naruto Smut Monday is an OC story... It wasn't easy to write the first chapter but it's ready and will be up on the 31st of January :D
So without further ado, I give you this, and I want to warn you all! It's fic where KAKASHI is the bad one :D I'm so sorry all Kakashi fans, but I needed to do it, I needed destroyed friendships and broken hearts :D
Pairings: Kakashi Hatake/Reader, Obito Uchiha/Reader
TW: Modern AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Kakashi is an ass, Obito is a sweetheart, mentioned breakups
Chapter: 1/4
Word count: 4748
Work summary: Your relationship with Kakashi wasn't the happiest one - after years of being together, some crisis you've been through, you've found yourself on the crossroads, torn which way to follow. Luckily, you had a good friend to rely on, yet, you were not aware of what role Obito would play in your life.
Proofread by: @kissmekakashi
SFW, under the cut
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We've got forever
Slipping through our hands
We've got more time
To never understand
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The rain was tirelessly knocking on the window of the small kitchen in your apartment. It was another afternoon, not different from the ones you saw in the past few weeks when you were sitting at the kitchen table, warming your hands with a mug full of warm tea. Usually alone with your thoughts, sometimes accompanied by a book or screen of your phone.
With each passing day, the silence grew more depressing, getting on your nerves, causing you to feel like you were the only one to give love and receive love here. And that was the problem. Or rather, he was the problem. Lately, your boyfriend had a hard time finding any time that you two could spend together.
In the beginning, you thought that he simply had more work to do, staying late at the office, so you were not bringing it up. You hoped that it was a temporary situation, after all, the deadlines in the corporation he was working at were tight and the analysis wouldn’t write themselves. Nevertheless, it was just a bit weird - usually, he was just bringing work home, staying up late. Maybe finally your complaining hit him when you said you can’t sleep with him working on the laptop in your bedroom?
Maybe it wasn’t exactly every day, but for most days of the week, it happened and during the weekends, asking him to go somewhere out, just the two of you was nearly impossible; he would rather stay and watch some movies, or do something on PC with headphones tightly glued to his ears.
The situation was repeating for months now, and every time you have asked him, his answer was ‘I’m working. Is there something wrong with it?’ or ‘I’m sorry, but I’m too tired. Another time?’. But ‘another time’ never came, leaving you with thousands of thoughts racing through your head, putting you in a very unpleasant point, and digging down your self-esteem. You wouldn’t ever think that he could have an affair, no, Kakashi wasn’t the one to be like that. But it would be a lie if you’d say that this thought didn’t pass through your mind.
The rattle of the key opening the doors to your apartment brought you back into reality, forcing you to turn your eyes from the gray city landscape behind the clear glass.
But you didn’t move from your spot, waiting for him to pass through the kitchen. You could hear some grumble coming from the hall, complaining about the weather and that he should take the umbrella with him. He looked a bit surprised, seeing you at the kitchen table.
“Hi,” you started, softly, but with exhaustion in your voice.
“Yeah, hey,” his response was blunt, without any emotions that would show that he is at least happy to see you.
“How was work?”
“Okay,” he shrugged, pouring water into a glass, and drinking it down. He didn’t even ask how was your day. It would be nice to hear ‘and how was yours?’ at least once in response, like it was just some time ago.
“Are you hungry? I made dinner…” Trying to keep the almost nonexistent conversation, you waved your hand at the stove, pointing at the pot with some soup ready, “the noodles will be a little later tho.”
Kakashi didn’t even look at it. “I had dinner at work.”
“Oh…- What did you have?”
“Miso.”
“Right. Why am I even asking?” You huffed, starting to feel a little bit irritated by the short and emotionless answers.
“How am I supposed to know?” He shrugged again as nothing happened.
“Yeah, you don’t read in my mind…” You echoed the one thing that he was repeating a lot these times, “fine… Maybe we can eat it in the evening? It’s Friday, you know, no work tomorrow… We put on some movie, cuddle on the couch…” Again, you were trying to suggest spending at least a little bit together, for the n-th time, even if you knew it was futile.
“Sorry, I can’t, pup” he sighed, getting a bit irritated too for some reason. The pet name sounded more like an angry and sarcastic one, not a loving tone you associated it with, “I’m leaving soon.”
“Leaving?”
“Yeah.”
“Work again?”
“No,” you raised your eyebrows hearing the answer different from what you’d expected.
“Then what?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Because maybe I am your girlfriend?!” Fed up, irritated and on the verge of crying, you slammed your hand on the table out of pure frustration seeking to find the way out. “And excuse me that I’m interested in what you do Kakashi, I thought that’s how relationships work!”
“Tsk, don’t scream,” he sighed, finally looking at you. “You’re right, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. There is a company meeting.”
“So, work.”
“Not exactly. It’s a company party. You know, there are funds to spend, better throw some parties before they are gone.”
“So… You’re going out, drinking with friends? Is it an obligatory party?”
“Well, no…-”
“Can’t you just bail out from it?” You pleaded, putting your hands to a prayer, “can’t you say that you don’t feel well and just stay with me this evening?”
“If I could, I would,” he sighed again, washing the glass and putting it on the drying rack, “but higher-ups will be there, and they don’t like to see that people are refusing such generous proposals.”
“Bullshit…”
“I know it sounds like one, but it’s how it is,” for a moment you thought, or rather, had hope that he will come to you, hug you, kiss the top of your head - do anything that would have an indication of any feelings towards you. But as he moved, you realized, he was heading towards the exit from a small kitchen. “Sorry. I’d stay to talk with you more, but I need to get ready…” You sat back down on the chair, tears pricking in your eyes as he left the room, leaving you heartbroken again. Suddenly his head appeared on the doors for a moment, “maybe tomorrow we can eat your dinner? I’ll try to not have so much work in the evening, okay?” He asked before disappearing again.
“Yeah, sure,” you exhaled, doubting in his words.
***
As Kakashi left the apartment, leaving you alone, he threw only a short ‘don’t wait for me’ before closing the doors behind him.
He was more likely to come back late in the middle of the night when you’d be sleeping already.
Your evening was pretty much the same as other evenings lately - a bit of crying, tired eyes, watching something on TV, reading a book, going through social media and random pages… Anything just to keep your mind occupied by something other than thinking how Kakashi is out there, having fun without you, laughing with his co-workers, friends… Maybe indeed he met someone, but it wasn’t yet so serious to define if it’s worth taking a shot. Still, the thought that your years-long relationship was a temporary thing, was horrifying.
As you switched the channels, for the third time seeing the same absurd program about how aliens have built the pyramids, your phone buzzed out of the blue, the jingle of a message popping up on a chat echoed in the room, hurting your ears from too high volume settings.
For a moment you hoped that maybe it was Kakashi, checking up on you, writing to make sure you are okay or just… Showing any affection towards you.
You were a little surprised to see the name of the sender at that moment.
[Obito]: Hey!
[Obito]: You there?
Obito was a friend to Kakashi and you since college. You were part of a bigger group that parted after studies, you managed to keep in touch and stay on friendly terms. Or maybe it was because Obito was hired at the same time, in the same company as Kakashi.
He should be at the same party as your boyfriend, so it was a little unexpected that he had time to write to you, instead of enjoying himself.
[Me]: Yeah, what’s up?
[Obito]: Nothing much really
[Obito]: This party sucks
[Me]: Oh really?
[Obito]: Yeah, it’s boring af
[Obito]: But I’m surprised you’re not here
[Me]: Why would I? It’s a company party.
[Obito]: I mean…
[Obito]: We’ve been told that we can take +1 today
[Obito]: I wonder why Kakashi didn’t take you here
[Obito]: Not like I’m nosy, just…
[Obito]: Curious
Something shrunk in your chest, for a moment leaving you breathless. So… Kakashi could have taken you on that stupid event, yet he has chosen not to for some reason. Despite whatever reason, he will come up with, you were bitter, disappointed, and angry. Maybe it was just a stupid go-out, but you felt like he was avoiding admitting that he even is with you.
[Me]: Well I wonder too
[Obito]: Yamato came with his new girlfriend
[Obito]: I think you might like her
[Me]: Good for him
[Obito]: I screwed up, didn’t I?
[Me]: WIth what?
[Obito]: Telling you all of this
[Me]: Not really
[Me]: I mean, I’m not surprised
[Me]: I’m just…
[Me]: Nevermind, I don’t want to drag you into this
[Obito]: Hey, we've known each other for a long while now. And I know Kakashi too not since today
[Obito]: It’s not good between you guys, right?
[Me]: Is it so easy to tell?
[Obito]: Yeah, kinda
[Obito]: It’s not the best thing to talk over the chat
[Me]: I don’t know if I want to talk about it at all you know?
[Obito]: I probably wouldn’t be too
[Obito]: But you’re both my friends, and I hate to see that there is something bad going on
[Obito]: When was the last time you were out to eat something?
You had to put a longer thought into it. Since Kakashi started acting weird you could hardly remember when you were out with anyone, to be fair. It wasn’t like you were not invited to such, just didn’t want to go without your boyfriend. It scared you when you reminded yourself just how long it had been.
[Me]: Uhm… 5 months ago? Something like that?
[Obito]: Wow
[Obito]: So it is bad
[Obito]: I assume you have tomorrow’s evening free? Or the day after tomorrow?
[Me]: Well he said that maybe we could eat dinner together tomorrow but…
[Obito]: I understand, just let me know, okay?
[Obito]: We’ll drag you out from this gloomy house
[Obito]: Like the old times ;)
[Me]: Yeah, sure
[Obito]: Okay, I’m going back to the crowd
[Obito]: I’m here if you need to talk! :)
[Me]: I know
[Me]: Thank you for taking care of me
[Obito]: Someone has to ;)
You didn’t respond to that one, not sure how should you anyway.
“Like the old times”, you couldn’t stop the little smile that bloomed in the corner of your lips upon the memories of last year at college. He was always great support for both of you, never complaining when you wanted to vent about anything, and often taking Kakashi onto the long escapades when you felt he was again closing inside him.
But it all changed since they got their job in the corporation. There was no more time to have long weekends playing board games, with whatever girl Obito had tried his luck with, no more time to have movie marathons, sleepovers, common travels… There was just no space anymore for these things.
The movie you’ve been watching was ending anyway, so it was the right time to make a batch, and head to bed. Maybe read some books.
As you sunk your body in the hot water you started once again you stuck your eyes to the screen of your phone, watching any video that was supposed to make you smile. Funny cats, human fails, cooking failures, sheer stupidity, some edits… Anything but the dogs.
Kakashi always liked dogs, he even thought of getting one but the landlord wasn’t happy on the news, so you, or rather he postponed the decision to when you would have your own place. The funny videos and cute pics of dogs were a big part of your conversations on any social media. But, he just lost any interest in them, not saying anything when you tried to connect and show him some. He too stopped sending you anything.
So now, this particular subject was more irritating than bringing you any joy.
But you couldn’t find anything that would catch your eye, so the little device landed on the edge of the bath, and you sank deeper, so only your face protruded over the water surface.
How long could you live like this? Your feelings and needs were neglected, and your boyfriend was reluctant in showing you any interest or emotions.
Maybe it was time to reevaluate your life? Find what’s really important? There was no denying, your life was awfully repeatable and boring like you were caught in a downward spiral - get up, eat breakfast, work, then dinner, some tv, bath, book - all these things were constant, dragging you down, having your mood and self-esteem reaching so low you never thought it would be possible. And you were afraid you were running out of options on how to solve it.
Having a talk with Kakashi was pointless - you’ve tried that one many times, and it was like talking to a wall - he seemed to reject your point of view. Always busy with work, always busy with every other thing, but you.
You were once on the brink of breaking up, and that one time he reflected, sat down with you. Back then he assured you that you mean everything to him, and he would do everything to change the way you two are but… A week and a half later you came back to his usual ‘I-have-no-time-for-you’ schedule.
You could try to do that once again, as a last resort of saving this, but you had doubts if the situation wouldn’t repeat.
Talking to friends was out of option. Except for maybe three people, you had no more common friends, as Kakashi never seemed to need more. Not like he had a lot of them anyway, he was just… Having a hard time connecting and keeping in touch with someone who potentially could be seen as a friend.
You could tell him you need a break. Few days without him, to think in solitude. No friends, no phone, just you and a hotel room in a small town with a nice view - you would just sit on the windowsill and admire the landscapes, and by the evening-
That made you realize, for how long you were sitting in your apartment, in your town. The last time you were anywhere was to visit his father on Christmas. Two years ago. 29 months ago. He was visiting him, on his own, but he wasn’t even mentioning taking you with him.
And the last option; the one you didn’t want to think about, pushing it away like it was the worst, immoral thought you ever had - breaking up with him. But you loved him, you always did since you laid your eyes on him. Since the day you two were put for the same project at classes, and something between you clicked, you were inseparable.
At least, you thought so. Seems like life verified it on its own, putting you in an awkward, and quite painful situation.
Torn, not having any more strength to gather your thoughts, it was time for you to sleep. It was 2 am already, and Kakashi said ‘don’t wait for me’ so… Why should you? You were tired, embittered… Just a few more checks on social media, light screens burning your eyes in the darkness.
The message from Obito was unexpected, but again, gave you a little smile. It wasn’t much, just a stupid gif showing two small kittens, one hugging another, and a message.
[Obito]: Good night! Tomorrow will be better ;)
[Me]: Good night to you too!
As incorrigible optimist as he was, he did put a smile on your face before you managed to fall into an uneven dream.
***
Even if you woke up quite early, the sun was up, and the air was filled with the pleasant smell of freshly brewed coffee. The alarm clock showed 7:30 am. So Kakashi was home, yet you didn’t remember him coming to bed and waking you at any point.
Still in your pajamas, with hair ruffles stylishly from sleep and still rubbing your eyes you stepped out from the bedroom, to see your boyfriend sitting in yesterday’s t-shirt and underwear, drinking coffee at the kitchen table. You put on a false smile and headed to him, a bit disappointed that he didn’t wake you up anyway.
“Good morning,” you greeted him with a hoarse voice.
“Hey,” the man sighed, clearly tired, waiting for the caffeine to kick in.
“I didn’t remember you coming back.”
“Yeah, I slept on the couch.”
Ah, right. He didn’t want to wake you up, so he slept on the couch. You tried to estimate how many nights were like this already but you lost count about a month ago. While you started to make yourself some coffee (killing the thought that somehow he did make one for you too), he was simply reading something on his phone.
Morning routine, going through the world news, solving some morning sudoku, doing anything really to jump-start his brain.
With a steaming cup of your own drink, you sat down on the chair in front of him. The silence between you felt heavy, uncomfortable, almost choking you. Even if the decision wasn’t yet made if you really want that, you knew what was the right thing to do. Talking with him… And tell him that you might need a break.
Just… If you could open your mouth and squeeze any words out of your throat… yeah, that would be great.
Surprisingly, Kakashi was the first to say, “so, any plans for today?”
Your chest swelled, and warm thoughts covered the fact that his tone was the same as yesterday, the day before, the day before that one… So maybe it was a good thing you didn’t start to speak. The glimpses of hope that it was just a hard time, and you’re gonna be over it started to grow roots in your heart.
“Not really,” you chirped, putting on a more sincere smile. “I- I was hoping that maybe we could spend some time together?”
“I’m afraid it’s not possible.”
And here it was, his words crushing the little bits of hope that grew inside you, throwing you back to a cold and aching state. “What?”
“Yeah, I want to visit my father,” she drank down his coffee and stood up, “he was nagging me that he doesn’t see me.”
“But, I can go with you-” you tried to protest, desperately clawing to the hope that he would take you with him.
“You have work, besides, I need to speak to him about some things. You would be bored anyway,” Kakashi shrugged, standing up and cleaning the cup.
“Then why do you ask if I have plans?”
“Hm,” for a moment he was standing, looking at you, looking for an answer to your question Yet in his eyes you couldn’t see the warmth and love you were so used to. “I don’t know. I’m sorry it’s morning, I don’t think straight.”
“I see,” you were close to crying, holding back the tears with the last bits of will. “When are you leaving?”
“Soon. I’ll pack some things and go, the forecast is awful, and I want to be there before evening.”
“Right… It’s a few-hour drive… For how long are you going?”
“Few days. I’ll be back next weekend.”
“And work?”
“I’ll work from there,” he shrugged, taking the travel bag from the wardrobe. He turned to you, only to see tears streaming down your cheeks, suppressing sobs and the shiver that was going through your body. “Oh, don’t be such a crybaby, it’s only a few days.”
Really? He thought your tears were caused by him leaving? Well, partially, yes. But more in it was the fact that you couldn’t just bear it anymore.
He didn’t care for you, or your feelings. He didn’t even include your presence in his plans. Like you were just an addition to his life when it was good to have one. A burden that could be left home.
“It’s not that you’re leaving,” you whispered, having problems with speaking.
“Then what?”
“I think…”
“You think what? For god’s sake, speak louder…”
The air you caught in a deep breath burned your throat and lungs, “I think we should take a break.”
Suddenly, he stood there, looking thunderstruck, disbelieving what he just heard. “Take a break? Why? What are you talking about?”
“We should take a break,” you repeated. It puzzled you, how he didn’t see that one coming? After all this time… “I think there are major problems between us, and we should,” you wiped off your face, “we should take a break and both think where this relationship is heading.”
“Wait… This is a breakup?” For the first time, he looked concerned. Finally, he looked like he cared, after months of insensitivity. Even if you hoped there was still something to rebuild your relations, start over and be together like you used to be, you were afraid there will not be enough will to pick up the scraps and put them together. And you were not sure which one of you would give up first.
“No. This is ‘we need to think if we want to be together”, Kakashi.” You stood up from your chair, facing him, “can’t you see it? We’re falling apart. We were so in love, we spent almost every second together and now-”
“Well, I’m sorry I have work,” he interrupted, but turned back, beginning packing of his things for that leave.
The bitter laugh escaped your throat, “oh please cut that crap. You could have taken me yesterday with you!”
“Why should I take you? You would be bored anyway and would like to come back home earlier. You always do that to me-” Kakashi tried to somehow defend himself, but you interrupted him, close to grabbing the porcelain cup and throwing it at him.
“I always do that to you? Oh, I’m sorry, mister, it's important that I dare to exist in your world and breathe the same air!”
“Okay, you know what?” He huffed, throwing the bag on the ground and taking a step towards you. It has been some time since you have seen him this angry, with little mimic wrinkles all across his features, eyebrows knitted together, and that deep, fast breathing… “Good thing I’m going to my dad’s. At least you’ll have some time to think.”
“Oh be sure I will!”
“Good! Just remember to not leave me hanging, like you already once did!”
“Already once- That was years ago, and you still bring it up!” With an irritated exhale you sat back down on the chair. Was there a point in rebuilding it again? “Just go.”
“Yeah, I was going to, but you keep interrupting me with some nonsense,” his bag was almost full of clothes and personal belongings, almost ready to leave. All he needed more was a quick shower, a change of clothes, and he was ready to go. And just before he opened the doors, just before he left your apartment, he stopped to look at you. And you knew that one so well. The sadness in his eyes, the glimpses of guilt… Yet, you were not sure if they were real, or it was just an act to induce the guilty feeling in you. “Later,” he waved his hand, and left the apartment, without waiting for your answer.
“Yeah, later,” you echoed, speaking to the closed doors before you burst with a cry again.
***
It was coming close to 10 am when you finally stopped sobbing and got yourself to eat really anything. Just cold milk with some cereal, as you were not in the state to do something more sophisticated. This was enough to fill your stomach, so it would stop grumbling.
There was a lot to think about, a lot to reconsider. Huge decisions to be made, and courses you had to keep. But for now, you felt you needed someone to at least talk to, someone who would at least listen, and let you throw everything out from you. And there was one friend you knew you could count on, and he knew that there was something bad going around.
You unlocked your phone and picked the conversation with Obito from the list.
[Me]: Hey ugh…
[Me]: That dinner is still actual?
He read that one within a few seconds, but instead of typing back his answer, his phone number popped up on your screen.
“Of course, it is,” he started before you could say ‘hello’. He sounded concerned - and this was an honest friendly worry, “what happened?”
“Well…” There was no point in hiding anything. Probably Kakashi would tell him later anyway. “I told him that I don’t know where we are heading and we should take a break, and he said that it’s good he is going to his father, so I’ll have some time to think. We fought…” You quickly summarize the whole morning, trying to not leave any details out.
“Wow,” he sighed on the other side. “I just- I don’t know what to say (Y/n), really.”
“I wish I could know, what to say”
“What an asshole,” you could almost hear how he was gritting his teeth. Funny, how he automatically stood on your side. “Okay, but that means you have a few days free?”
“Well, he’ll be back next weekend.”
“Okay, and can you take a few days off at work?”
“Ummm,” well, this was a bit of a weird question to ask, but maybe… Well, you could use some rest, and work in a state, when you would scratch the fresh wounds, wouldn’t be the most productive state. “Yeah? I still have some overdue vacation days, and HR is really bugging me about it…”
“Your boss be okay with it?”
“Well, I’ll ask girls from HR to deal with it. They will know what to do.”
“Perfect. Don’t make any plans, I’ll be at your place in an hour, alright?”
Don’t make any plans, but I have one for you already. The plan was all about how to cheer you up and make you forget about problems at least for a moment. That was Obito, always eager to help, and ready to give his arms to cry. A friend you could truly count on. “Yeah, sure. I’ll call my HR then.”
Your manager was quite easy to reach - the poor guy was an insomniac, and not catching him on the phone was a miracle. He didn’t have anything against the unexpected leave - moreover, he said that you need some rest, and maybe you’ll take it finally. If you could speak with HR and convince them to do so, he was okay with that. Despite it being Saturday morning, one of the HR girls - Sakura was online, so you gave it a shot and called her with the vacation days matter. Maybe she wasn’t pleased with the early call and was at first hesitant to acknowledge your vacation without prior notice… But you did as your manager told you to deal with it - make some emotional story, and emphasize how this is vital for your productivity.
Well, you were already sniffing, and having a broken voice - you fold it down on some private, family problems. Well, that wasn’t far from the truth, after all, Kakashi and you were almost like family. Yeah, almost…
Surprisingly, it went fairly easy. The HR said she will pull some strings and arrange everything, so you should not worry, rest properly, and come back whenever you’re ready. You were very effusive, thanking her for that, and she apparently was pleased with your reaction, saying that it’s nothing, but you could hear the pride and self-satisfaction in her voice.
You managed to take a shower, and change your clothes, before Obito, of course being late, as always, rang your doors.
***
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