#obitouchibutt

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obito-uchibutt replied ; … shut up, Bakashi. At least I’m ~taller~

       ' hmmm? i don't really care about height, of all things. '

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jess is the most important person.

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             If you could control my destiny--------                               ;  would you have me by your side?

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"No." It was as simple as that, the question not even warranting Kakashi to turn away from his novel. "What makes you think I'd be interested in something like that?"

Obito rolled over a little so he could face Kakashi better. “He insisted I ask you. His argument was that, since it was just another you and another me, it wasn’t really that weird...”

He sighed. “I told him that’s what you’d say. You’re the jealous type.” He cracked a mischeivous smile then, preparing to needle Kakashi a little. “Couldn’t stand to see me with anyone else, even yourself.” He put a hand over Kakshi’s sternum, curling his fingers slightly and giving a light scratch. “Territorial.”

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obito-uchibutt:

Obito saw him resist against the inborn urge to lash back, creeping up his spine and into his dark eye. And then… he deflated. He fell and shattered, the pain in his jaw crumbling inwards with all the fight in his body. Obito felt his own jaw tense and ache. How dare he. 

"You," he drew his elbow back again in a sharp, jerking motion, "trash.” His arm reached the arc of its recoil, quivering in the air with barely suppressed force. How could he? There was a fuzzy, white noise building in his ears, his throat straining with the intensity of it in his head.

Obito’s arm released like a piston, rocketing forward in a blur of synthetic skin and sweat. 

The fist struck the plaster wall beside Kakashi’s covered eye. The sound was like an explosive tag going off, his hand breaking through the plaster and wood. Knuckles strained and popped, a nail tearing a gash trough his thumb.

No time was wasted as Obito reared back, dry, gritty plaster still flying in the air. He threw his head forward, cracking his forehead against the cockeyed headband. He was so close to Kakashi’s face that his features almost doubled before his eyes. His voice tore its way through his throat, scraping it hoarse as he roared past his natural range, teeth overexposed and spit flying from his mouth, “HIT ME!”

as the other's arm hit possibilities flew through kakashi's mind, hundreds of ways to disable the opponent before him flashed over darkened eyes. strikes to the soft curve of his arm, a clean break before grabbing a chocking hold on his neck, fingers curled inward, stabbing into the tender side where the scars lightened and healthy skin appeared. there were many ways to kill a man, even if it was a man like obito. but those were not the only possibilities he saw. there was an after-image, interposed over the one he was now forcefully looking at, he imagined the angry aftershocks running through the uchiha's arms and the unhappy, disgusted twist to his mouth brightening and clear of storm clouds-- he imagined tilting his head and finding his hand cupping his cheek, a finger tracing the edge of his gifted eye-----. but in the dark little corner of his mind that he had retreated to when the first punch came, kakashi saw no reason to reply, to do anything any way similar to fighting back at all. retaliation was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment. staring at this infinitely powerful being of a man, with red angry marks blooming over his cheeks and ears, frustration clear in the hoarse undertone of his voice---- kakashi felt the mask crack a little bit more, breath swallow and tight against his chest. he needed this, he deserved this, how could obito not see-? and with what could only be described as cowardice to the untrained eye, he hunched sightly into himself, curling his body inwards and letting his gaze rest submissively at some point over the other's left shoulder. he was cowering, or so he wanted to appear, because whywhywhy wasn't obito punishing him? why couldn't he? he deserved it he was trash he was scum he was that and worse and he didn't understand why the other couldn't just- end it. dispose of him like one disposed of a broken weapon, no good for more than scrapped metal, lower than dirt. he deserved no second chances, didn't obito see that?  so he surrendered and hung his head back, passivity evident in his eyes, and letting it be visual proof for the other, who despised lies and thought forced surrendering an insult to his abilities, that he was w r o n g. building on the anger already present, kakashi's tactic should bring a start to his penance.

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loves-chihuahuas replied :: I MISSED YOU LIKE WOW A WHOLE LOT AKSLHDL;HGKNBD,MF MY YUUUU

sobs on YOUR CHEST SNOT DRIPPING EVERYWHERE JESS MISSED YOU JESS S S SOB CRYING JESS.

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loves-chihuahuas replied :: *creis and gets snotty nose all over the dam place* i have missed YOU YUU SO MUCH

babY I MISSED YOU SO MUCH  AND OBITO TOO BUT YOU MORE BECAUSE HE'S A BRAT ILU JESS.

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☀ - I want our characters to argue. ⌘ - I want one of our characters to lose control (emotionally or physically). I WANNA KICK UR BUTT AND THEN CRY ABOUT KICKING UR BUTT or something idk

           ”—…………………….”                   “I don’t care.” Kakashi snaps back, more interested in his novel than in whatever argument his friend wanted him to partake into.

And Obito; mad, loud and spitting-fire angry, is suddenly in his face, the force hitting him unaware.

One hand traces the edge of his lower lip, fingers coming wet even through the fabric. The Uchiha’s punch had landed with unexpected ferocity over his jaw and Kakashi just hopes none of his teeth had come loose at the encounter. He hated dentists. Always had. Carefully, he checks with his tongue and only finds broken skin and an iron tang in the taste. That was good, at least. Nothing’s cracked.

He thinks about Obito’s eyes then, with his own blood drying under his nails. He thinks about how they looked back then—— in the War they don’t talk about but feel in every breath they draw in ( if to thank or resent remains to be determined… )—- like sharp blades of resolve and chaos.

Never taking his eyes off the fuming male, aware almost by defect of how much more, of how badly and completely the Uchiha could ruin him next ( further, if he so wished ), Kakashi relaxed his shoulders, tranquillity forced by will alone. He knew those eyes, the ones burning right through him right now, as familiar as the lines over his own hands. Those were his Obito’s eyes.

He didn’t need to—worry over those eyes.

Protect, destroy; destroy, protect—Kakashi fell upon those two instincts by nature. Surrendering to the violence Obito lashed out, that was obvious, that much was natural. The protectprotectprotect urge chanting inside his head released him from the duty to retaliate against any injury he received, if it was the object of his affections the one bruising him up. It was alright if it was Obito.

Because Obito was—Obito.

Guilt suffocates him from the inside out; building up and up and choking him. He is dirt, he is lowerlowerlower than dirt; he is trash—— must be. He must be. He deserves no mercy. No hesitancy, no gentleness, no forgiveness.

The literacy of it leaves him breathless, passive in the face of what must be his punishment—merely awaiting for the second blow to come. Almost eager, anxious for his penance. The cause, in the first place, of the aggression was swiftly forgotten.