Uchiha Collision (Sequel of Uchiha Corp)

Another Game

The darkness was creeping in again. As Obito drove, Y/n sat with her head against the seat and pointed out the window. The city was a blur as her eyes were out of focus. Obito's hand rested on her thigh as he concentrated on the road. After Obito had gotten back to the hospital, Y/n changed as they waited for the official discharge papers.

Y/n went stoic as they walked to the car. The press had found out that Y/n was in the hospital, though the family was able to keep the details from leaking. Hospital security had held the car at the entrance and did their best to block off the media. Unfortunately, there were still plenty of photos taken of the sullen couple. Rumors would spread minutes later.

Now in the car, Y/n shut down completely. She didn't know what to think. She didn't know what to feel. She wanted to be left alone. She didn't want to see anyone, to speak to anyone. Obito had refused to let anyone into the hospital room. Which is why she was shocked to see Shisui there. 

Obito wanted to know what to do. How did he make it better? How did he help his wife? How did he help himself? The stress on them before was immense. The weight now was crushing. It was as if they were both gasping for air as the waves crashed down upon them. Treading water with no help in sight. Forget the lost ships drifting at sea. Their ships had been sunk ages ago. They were lost at sea with no vessel to save them. Drowning in the waters that were full of lies and secrets. No end in sight. Were they drowning one another? Or were they fighting to save each other?

How do you feel so alone when someone is right there beside you? How do you feel lost when you're supposed to be at the peak of your life? How do you care for a family when you're barely holding yourself together? Why was life so hard? Why was life so cruel?

"Asami?" Obito's voice was tender as his hand squeezed her leg. "Are you ready?"

Y/n hadn't even noticed they were in their marked parking spot inside the garage. Had she spaced out that much? Y/n only nodded as she unbuckled. Then, turning to exit the car, Y/n ignored Obito's plea for her to wait. Rushing, Obito opened his door and rounded the car. He met Y/n as she was standing. She lifted her head and held his heavy gaze at her full height.

"Let me help you," his tone was desperate. "Let me take care of you." He pleaded.

Lifting her hands, Y/n placed them on his chest. Her forehead followed as she stepped closer. "I'm sorry, Obito." She whispered. "I just want to go to bed."

Obito's arms wrapped around her as he bent his head down. He kissed the top of her hair and only held her close rather than replying. One would probably question who it was harder to be from the outside. Y/n or Obito.

For Y/n, she felt as though she had failed. She failed her husband. She failed herself. She failed her unborn child. She failed her family. How could she not feel that way? The most primitive and naturally instilled job of a female of any species is to grow and birth, then raise your offspring. She was a failure.

And Obito, he felt the same. He walked out on his wife. He left her there, crying because he was jealous. He was too little of a man to accept his wife's past. He was too prideful to say that he was wrong. He was too weak to put his jealousy aside. Obito was no better than the man that raised him. Obito was a failure.

Two failures. Two worthless souls that were lost. Typically, they guided one another. The light that lit the path they were both on. Now, they were blindly stumbling through the dark abyss that surrounded them. Complete and utter blackness. Dark as their souls. Empty as their hearts. Alone.

Would the light find them? Would it be one another? Or would a new light appear to help them? Would Obito find it? Would Y/n? Could they find it together?

With tentative steps, they would walk the path. Frantically fighting their way to the never-ending spiral. Forget the rabbit hole that Alice had fallen down, they were stumbling towards the pit of despair. Thorns and spikes lined the way down. Swords, jagged and rusty, awaited them at the bottom. The plummet was terrifying. The landing would kill.

"I was going to end it," Obito went rigid when he heard her admission. Her voice was timid as she continued. "I didn't," her voice cracked, "I didn't because of the girls. I didn't because of you. I didn't because of the baby."

Keeping himself from tightening his hold, Obito kept his voice calm, "You're my world, Asami," he fought the tears away, "I don't ever want to live a day without you. Please," he gripped the nape of her neck and tilted her head, "never forget that I need you. Please don't shut me out. I'm here for you, Asami, like you always have been for me."

Her face was tired as she closed her eyes. Tears slid down her cheeks as she gave Obito a hesitant smile. "I love you." She managed to say through the broken sob.

Kissing her forehead, Obito murmured, "I love you, Asami."

Heading to their home, neither knew what to expect. First, they had the day to rest. Then, Thursday morning, Y/n would be talking to Madara. No one was looking forward to that conversation, aside from one man.

Shisui was coming to the penthouse, as Madara ordered. Madara told Shisui that he would speak to Y/n via Shisui's phone and Shisui's phone only. Obito and Shisui argued again. But in the end, there was nothing that Obito could do. This was the best option for the entire family.

Determination settled within Y/n. She would defy all odds and take down the man that threatened them. Maybe he didn't threaten her, but that didn't matter. The phone call would be the moment she declared war. He may not have been the reason behind the miscarriage, but he was the reason she was left alone. He was the reason she almost died. He might expect her to be grateful, but he had another thing coming.

The Black Widow was born again. The submissive woman was long gone. She wouldn't fear the man known as Madara Uchiha ever again. And NO man would see her weak. No man would watch her crumble. No one would see her break.

Obito knew that Y/n had walked out of that hospital a different woman. The one that walked beside him to the door of their penthouse wasn't the same as the one that left the hospital. She had changed again. She shifted to whoever she needed to be. She was evolution wrapped in grace. Sinfulness wrapped in beauty. Death wrapped in a heavenly deceitful flesh.

Y/n Uchiha was born again. Death always brings new life. But, unfortunately, no one could ever prepare themselves for the woman that emerged. All Y/n could think of as she prepared herself for the impending phone call was: Let's play a game, Madara Uchiha. Again.