Uchiha Collision (Sequel of Uchiha Corp)

Still Lost

Obito POV:

She's slipping.

She's falling.

Like in the dramatic, action-packed movie, she's dangling off the cliff, the rope the only thing tethering her to me. If she doesn't cut the rope, we both die. If she cuts the rope and sacrifices herself, I live. But there has to be another way. There has to be something I can do to prove that WE can do this. That she doesn't have to do this alone this time.

But, deep inside, I know how this will play out. I can see it now. She reaches to the small of her back, pulling a knife from its sheath. Her eyes hold mine as she reaches up. The blade pressed to the rope, I plea and beg with her to wait. There has to be another way. She'll tell me she loves me, and I'll refuse to answer her. If I don't say it back, she won't have the will to slice through the nylon.

She will, though. Y/n Uchiha will take the plunge if it means she'll save me. The jagged edge would fray the threads like butter. Tears will leave a trail as she plummets down to the earth below. I'll watch in horror as the woman I love falls to her death. Unable to do anything. Unable to stop it. She'll be gone. Forever.

That's what's happening now. As a result, the thread between us is fraying. I thought it was as strong as steel, never bending or wavering no matter the pressure or heat applied. I was wrong. It's nothing but the thinnest string, flimsy and frail. Piece by piece, I watch as the threads snap. One by one. Slowly, she falls further and further away.

The biggest issue for me is that I have no idea what the tipping point truly was. Was it Madara? Was it me walking out? Was it the miscarriage? Was it everything? If I could just get her to talk to me, to be honest about how she's feeling. Rather than being analytical and blunt, I want her to be candid and open.

If I could get her to talk to me, maybe I could find the solution. While the entire situation with Madara is fucked right now, I want to fix my marriage. I don't want him to dictate my life anymore, and I feel that's exactly what's happening. She's letting him come between us again. But how do I tell her that? How do I tell her how I feel when she won't tell me how she feels? Maybe that's the answer, though. If I tell her the truth, she'll tell me the truth.

Five weeks to the day since we lost the baby. I feel like I lost my wife too. We've tried to keep things normal, as possible, but nothing is normal. Tsuki is still living at the mansion. Zabuza and Kikyo are in the penthouse downstairs, with Kisame. Work has been easy, for the most part. Shisui has been avoiding me, with reason, I suppose. From what I understand, Itachi and Izumi have worked things out. And Sasuke and Sakura are doing well.

Sunday night, I sit here waiting for Y/n to come home from an afternoon with Sakura, Izumi, and Vivekka. Apparently, Vivekka told Y/n she needed to get out of the house. I wasn't sure how her day was going to go, not with what Sakura told Sasuke about last week.

The door opened, and I moved from the couch to greet her. As she kicked her shoes off at the door, she set her purse on the table. Next came the shopping bag she sat on the floor. Even from the side, I could tell she was tired and spent.

"Asami?" I startled her, "What's wrong?"

Lifting her head, Y/n turned to me. Her expression was broken. Lost. Then empty. She was gone. There was no catching her. No saving her. She had fallen into the rabbit hole again. She's turned into the cold-hearted woman she had to be when she was undercover. I don't know if I can get the woman back that I married.

That's cruel. I love all of Y/n, every last bit of her. She was everything to me, even as she was now. But I wanted to see the brightness in her face. I wanted to see the light in her eyes when she smiled at me. I wanted the tender, fun-loving woman that I lost.

That's just it: I lost her. Y/n didn't lose herself. My drunken words began to push her away. She had every right to doubt my love at that moment. Looking back, I can see the mistakes I have made since then. The barely-there hesitation as I kissed her. The flinch when my hands caressed her skin the first time we had sex after. The way she leaned onto Shisui for support and distraction. That was when she took on more at work too.

She deserved better than me. From the beginning, she deserved better than me. Thinking back, I know she could've chosen a different path. Y/n could have gone back to Kakashi at the end of the case. Zabuza out and out admitted that he would've married Y/n the day the case ended. He loves her; to this day, he loves her, and he would still take care of her if something happened to me.

Then there's Shisui. I believe her when she tells me that she didn't know he had feelings for her. However, that doesn't stop my mind from thinking over the possibilities that could have been. I could've been on the outside looking in. I could be the man pining after her that can't have her. The thought is strange and jarring. And eye-opening.

Ignoring the look on her face and the darkness that filled the space between us, I moved closer. I gripped her face tightly, pressing my lips against hers. Hard. Possessive. Demanding. She froze as I poured myself into her; if I could just show her. If there was a way to prove it all to her, I will. This is the start.

I know I'll lose her entirely if I don't do this. If I don't show her that I still love her and want her, she'll walk away without a second thought. She doesn't resist me. She wants this too. It's early, Shizune said six weeks, but I can't wait. If she asks me to, I will, but I don't think she will.

As I lift her legs to wrap around my waist, I turn and press her to the wall. The night that Zabuza left the penthouse was the first time we had been intimate in any way since fore losing the baby. I held her close. I needed her. I needed this. She's mine. All of her. And I'm hers.

Her breath is the oxygen I need. Her taste is the substance of my life. Her eyes are the gateway to my soul. Her lips were the key to everything. They unlock worlds around me, making reality fade to black.

Music sings within my soul as I carry to her our bedroom. This. Us. This is all I want. All I need. Laying her to the bed takes me back to the first time we made love. The feeling that danced inside of me at that moment is back. Alive. Free. I felt like I mattered for the first time ever in my entire life.

The darkness of the room means nothing since our hands know the way. Her fingers trace the scars on my skin. My lips ghost over her imperfections. Her kiss eats away the pain. I can't get enough of her. The feel of her body against mine is perfection.

As she guides me onto my back, I move to tell her she doesn't have to. Her finger against my lips keeps the words inside. She is unabashed and unashamed. She's pure. Easing herself down, she sucks in a breath. I hold the air in my lungs, not wanting to feel anything but her slick walls wrap around me.

Her moves are timid and slow. Her eyes flutter open to capture mine. I love watching her like this. I love seeing her as my hands explore her flesh. Being able to see the woman that has given me everything I've asked for and more. She's mine. All of her. Everything. Mine.

When she bends to kiss me, I roll us over. I want her against me as she reaches her peak. I want this to last all night. And it does. Every move we make speaks more than any words we could utter. The promises within our kisses. The lies within our touch. The secrets within our movements.

The last kiss she presses to my lips, that's when I know. When she snuggles against me, breathing heavily, I know. This was her way of saying goodbye. This was the ending she wanted but didn't know how to ask for. No matter how much I fight to say something: I can't.

Y/n was never lost. I am. I'm lost without her. The ship being bombarded at sea as the hurricane churns the water. The vortex opened, swirling, sucking me down. Deeper. Deeper. Further and further. I fall. I plummet. I am lost.

And I'm afraid I'll never be found.