belated beloved
First fic I wrote for @obito-week . Special thanks to my wifey Hela (@whatshernameis ) for picking random numbers to help me combine the prompts from the bingo sheet.
Warnings: ANGST; altered canon universe; major character death; blood; flashbacks; mutual pinning; timeskip; kissing; confession; incineration. cross-posted on Ao3 Wc: 1.4k
▪️▪️▪️ Obito Uchiha x female shinobi reader ▪️▪️▪️
Obito — Tobi — had gone over the Infinite Tsukuyomi plan a dozen times. Everything was perfect down to seconds, so the thing that was happening could not be real. He believed he had been caught in someone’s genjutsu, but whose? Who was that strong to trap him? Outside him and Madara, whom was the mastermind behind all of that, anyway, all the Uchihas were dead. He knew for sure that poor kid Sasuke hadn’t reached that level of Sharingan mastering. Nonetheless, the plan was going sideways right in front of his eyes.
The Zetsu army seemed to keep most of the opponents at a fair distance from him, so Obito, in his new Jinchuuriki form, should’ve been able to act as seed for the God Tree. Nothing was happening, though. Nothing good for his cause, in any case. Obito had been warned that Juubi would require immense power from its host but despite having polished his abilities and physique, Obito struggled to control it.
When he changed his body, everyone on the battlefield felt mortified. Most of your comrades thought the war had already been lost. A few tried to desert but the more conscious shinobis stopped them. Your anger and concern fused together, not leaving much room for fear, so you kept going further and further, with no other goal in mind than to save Obito.
You had fallen in love with that messy-hair, fragile-eyed Uchiha boy since the first years at the Ninja Academy. Of course, you didn’t have the guts to talk to him. Weird and extremely cheerful as he was, being in Obito’s presence made you feel nervous. He was more skilled than you, more likeable, and more outgoing. He would’ve never looked at you anyway, you thought.
Some time later, after you got assigned to a team that did not contain Obito, you continued to nurture the feelings you had for the boy. Years passed, and he was still not aware of them, though, so your interaction reduced to minimum, or below. On a few occasions, your team had been paired with his, thus you got to spend time together on those missions. Now older, you had somewhat more courage to talk to him freely, especially after you noticed how fast he got comfortable around you.
One day, as you were returning to the village, you braced yourself to walk up to him and ask him out on a date. His teammates made fun of his instant blush and stutter, but Obito accepted your invitation. One date turned into a series of dates, until the day you finally confessed your feelings. Unfortunately, your words scared Obito at the moment, and he grew a bit colder to you. You blamed it on yourself for rushing things, for believing your relationship could evolve, so in order to avoid the awkwardness, you started avoiding Obito.
On the day you learned that Kakashi was the only jounin from team 10 to return from a mission, your heart broke into a thousand pieces. You picked those pieces up after a while of dwelling in your sorrow, a good time of mourning both Obito and the feelings you had dared to confess that now seemed lost and unreciprocated forever.
For the first time—and last, as you hoped—on a world-scale battlefield, you fixed your eyes on the man at the top of the hill, who was none other than Obito Uchiha, the boy you had been in love with even after his supposed death. When you heard who was responsible for all the damage Akatsuki had done, who was responsible for the Fourth Shinobi War, who was the man behind the swirl mask, your barely stitched heart broke into pieces once again.
Had he framed his death? But what for? Had he survived by sacrificing someone else and had been too ashamed to return to the village? Had he really died and that was just a ghost? Or was it all a lie? Was he under some devil’s control? Obito’s war declaration and the reasons he stated out loud did not fit the man you used to know. Even though you knew you had to kill him or at least restrain him somehow, you had to know the truth.
Against his self-control, once Juubi started to feed on Obito’s chakra, the man felt weaker. He accused the earlier battles he had fought for draining his power, but truth was he might’ve not been the best vessel for the Tailed Beast. His stamina dropped and he fell to his knees, the shortage of breath turning his vision blurry. The half of his body that was still his own and not some low-quality Zetsu clay, was taken over by a burning sensation. The chakra left his body along with the blood in his veins, turning him colder and colder, until he lost most of his senses. Juubi required much more than Obito could provide, so the beast drew from the other available resources.
“Help… me…” Obito managed to mouth as he saw you. The image had a red hue for him. Maybe because of all the war horrors he created, maybe from the blood bubbling up behind his eyes or maybe his Sharingan activated to somehow save him.
You had overcome all obstacles and made your way to him despite the odds. Some of your teammates shielded your back, proud of your drive to finish off the enemy, but they were taken aback once they witnessed how you dropped to your knees and hugged the enemy to your chest.
“What in the bloody hell are you doing, Obi?” You scolded him, with tears in your eyes. You tried to infuse some of your chakra into him, heal his body as little as you could, but you could feel it was all sucked in by Juubi and Obito’s body couldn’t make any use of it.
Fighting against the darkness taking over him, Obito cupped one of your cheeks in his palm. He forced himself to smile at you, happy that you, out of everyone, came to spare him of his suffering. He knew you didn’t have it in you to kill him, he remembered all those times on your missions when you hesitated to cause any deadly harm, even to foes. But that was just another one of the countless things Obito loved about you. He had been scared to reciprocate your feelings for he knew how dangerous a shinobi’s life was. He wouldn’t have forgiven himself if he had led you on, if he had tried to build a relationship with you only to never return home one day. No good-byes, no chance to apologise for things or to make promises for the afterlife. Just the same, he knew he couldn’t have gone further without you if the roles had reversed.
You wore a deep frown as you tried again and again to keep him alive. Your arms grew tired of holding his heavy body that just became heavier as life left him. You weren’t ready to lose him. Not again. You needed the truth about everything, you needed to save him, you needed…
Obito used the last ounce of strength he had in that hand to pull you closer. He pressed his lips on yours and moved them softly for only a moment. The affection caught you off guard so you lost your focus on infusing chakra. Even if far from enough, your effort had offered Obito a few seconds more. Now that it was gone, he knew there was no turning back.
“I’ve loved you from the first sight,” he said, looking right into your eyes, wishing he had been brave enough to admit it years earlier. Maybe you had had a chance to walk on another path, next to each other. Maybe the world wouldn’t be ending now. Maybe you wouldn’t be crying above his corpse. Maybe he wouldn’t be dying.
“You’re late, Obito…” You whispered seeing his eyes not open when the kiss ended.
The war was still ongoing and Juubi could take control over Obito at any time, so you had to act fast. The thought itself of doing what you had to do made you ache, but there was no other choice. You laid Obito’s body on the ground and set it ablaze with the seal he himself taught you. The red flames engulfed him quickly, devouring every inch and destroying all chances for his body to be wrongfully used as source for the God Tree, a malevolent being that could destroy the whole world. You knew Obito never really wanted that. He couldn’t have. Not when he had one person he had truly loved: you.
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