Uchiha Collision (Sequel of Uchiha Corp)

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Obito POV:

The moment the door closed, I wanted to rip it open. She didn't deserve this. Any of it. This woman had destroyed herself for the sake of others, time and time again. And here she was doing again.

She didn't have to do this. She didn't have to subjugate herself to that man. We could've moved. Or hired a company to come to sweep the penthouse. Ripped everything apart to find them. Who was I kidding? If Kisame and Zabuza couldn't find them, no one could.

Sure, they found a couple in the lights, like the one in the bathroom. But that was it. And if he had mics in place too, how would we find those? Throw everything away?

Moving to the mansion wouldn't be any better. Y/n had made it sound like Madara had cameras there. Had they hacked the system? Or had he planted cameras there too? Too many possibilities when it came to Madara. I should know him better than I do. Or had I become too relaxed over the years he was in prison?

As I held her last night, all I could think about was running away with her. Picking up Tsuki in the dead of night and jumping on a plane. Driving until we ran out of gas. A train. Anything to get them out of here. I love Kikyo, I do, but Y/n would never take Kikyo from Zabuza. Hell, while it may be unconventional, I'd take Zabuza and Kikyo with us if it meant we could run away from it all.

That island is sounding more and more appealing with every passing second. It was big enough to house all of us. Zabuza could have his own home. The girls would love the beach. Thinking about it, I don't even know if Y/n likes the beach. Does she prefer the mountains? What about living near a lake? A strange thing that I don't know about my wife.

There was apparently a lot I didn't know about her. Our relationship didn't start traditionally, obviously. But why hadn't I taken the time to do the silly things with her? Play the dating game and ask all the 'get to know you' questions. 'What's your favorite color?' 'Favorite food?' 'Do you love traveling?' Instead, we jumped into marriage and started a family.

Kind of pointless to think about all of this right now, but here I am, staring at the door, deep in thought about courting my wife. At the same time, my cousin paces the room. The same cousin that's admitted he's in love with my wife. I hadn't truly come to terms with it. How do you come to terms with it?

It's one thing to know her past ties with Kakashi. Her bond with Zabuza, which was even more profound than I had first known. And while her encounters with all my cousins were questionable to most people- Shisui was an entirely different story. Kisame wasn't as bothersome for some reason, but it was still a thorn in my side. To find out about Shikamaru bothered me more than it should have.

I was a horrible man when it came to letting Y/n's past go. We all have a history. No matter how ugly it may be, hers made her the strong, maybe too independent, woman she is today. If I could stay out of my own head, I'd be a better husband and man.

I love watching her direct a meeting. She demands everyone's attention without being a dictator. The poise and grace she holds herself with is the way I hope to see our daughters grow. When she walks into a room, I forget there's anyone else there. As cliche as it sounds, everyone notices her when she enters a room.

She's precious and dangerous all in one. Delicate and soft. Jagged and rough. She's everything that I can never be. She's everything I need. Everything I want. And I deserve none of it.

When everything had come to an end, I never thought I would be able to call her my wife. The drive to Kiri on that fateful night was torture. She was silent as I drove the rest of the way to Zabuza's house. Even when we got there, she refused to speak. She walked in, let Zabuza hug her, and went straight to Kikyo's room. She slept on the floor beside her daughter's bed that night.