Uchiha Collision (Sequel of Uchiha Corp)

The Call

The chill outside matched the one that danced down his spine as he watched the snowfall. The heavy, white flakes were unusual for this time of year. The late winter storm came mid-February, the wind blistering. His ink-black eyes watched the gale-force winds whip around, the snow dancing with it. His heart was heavy, though he should be rejoicing. His daughter celebrated her third birthday just last week. His wife was returning from dropping her off with their relatives, a weekend to relax together.

That's what this was supposed to be. Until the phone call came. It was a phone call he had dreaded from the moment the car left Konoha and was headed to Kiri. The moment the words 'undercover' and 'targets' were said. When he saw the front page of the paper Monday morning almost four years ago. The courtroom. The judge. The jury. The phone call that would change so many lives.

Trying to decide how to tell the woman he called his was difficult. She wouldn't take the news well. She would go into a panic, or maybe even agent mode. He wasn't sure which he wanted to see happen. This was the worst possible timing in his eyes. That was a total lie; this could never come at a good time. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he decided he had to tell her. There was no way he could keep this news from her.

The door to the 60th-floor penthouse opened, making his shoulders go rigid. While he had come to the conclusion he would tell her, he didn't want to. This would eat at him until he found the right time. When should he say it? Now? At dinner? In bed? Brushing their teeth? Fucking hell. This might be the most challenging day of his life.

Her hands were soft on his back as she slid them to wrap around his torso. She pressed her cheek to his back, a warm smile on her face, "You're freezing," he jumped as her cold hands slipped under his shirt to his stomach.

She giggled as he pulled her hands away, holding them tightly within his own, "And you're warm," she moved away, letting him turn around. She saw the dull look in his eyes, "What's wrong?"

The tight smile didn't put her mind at ease, neither did his words, "Nothing, just work," he said as he took hold of her arms. Rubbing gently, he said, "What are we ordering for dinner?"

Letting go of the unease, she smiled again, "I thought we'd order Chinese," he smirked lightly, "like the first night we spent in the old penthouse."

"Asami," his tone was loving and tender, "I'd eat take out every day of the week if it's what you wanted."

Her laugh filled the air, "Bito," she smiled wide, "We'd be whales if we ate takeout every night." She bit her lip nervously.

"Is there something wrong, Asami?" He stepped closer, wondering if she had the same phone call. They said they wouldn't call her, but that wasn't a sure thing.

Shaking her head softly, she leaned in, hugging him tightly, "Not a thing," she pulled away, pushing to her tippy toes, "I love you, Bito." She murmured against his lips.

Pulling away, he replied, "I love you, Asami."

"I'm going to go change," she said as she turned to walk away, "will you call in the order?"

He chuckled as he walked to the kitchen, "Just tell me you hate calling it in," he gave her ass a light slap, and she squeaked.

Y/n stuck her tongue out, "Fine," she pouted before walking off.

Obito looked around the penthouse, thinking about how much it's changed. The space was bright and vibrant now like Y/n was. The darkness that was associated with the floor was no longer present. Reds were replaced with brilliant blues. The blacks now whites. Greys accenting everything. The layout was the same, though. The spare bedrooms were converted into rooms for Kikyo and Tsuki.