Uchiha Collision (Sequel of Uchiha Corp)

Nostalgia

A/N: Possible trigger warning for self harm.

The next few chapters will likely have trigger warnings for various reasons. Please know that I am always willing to answer questions, or even listen if you want to rant. The subjects I've covered in my books are always sensitive, and most have touched my family in some way. None of the things I write are taken lightly. I hope everyone has a great week! ❤️ - Laura

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Pulling herself from the shared bed with Tsuki, Y/n drove to the penthouse. She should've gone home the night before. There was this nagging feeling that she shouldn't have left Obito alone. Unable to shake the feeling, Y/n headed for the penthouse early Saturday morning.

Yawning as she opened the door, Y/n dropped her keys in the dish on the small entryway table. Kicking her shoes off, Y/n turned to walk to the bedroom. Freezing immediately, Y/n nearly fainted.

The shoes were haphazardly kicked off near the table she had just left her shoes next to. Further towards the kitchen, there was a pair of heels. Jeans, Obito's were by the island. Next came a shirt. There was a blouse. Socks. And finally, near the turn towards their bedroom, a bra.

What is this feeling? Numb. That's all there was. No sound at all. Everything was washed away. Her chest was tight. Heat filled her body. Fingertips burned as though needles pricked her skin. Reaching for the wall to steady herself, Y/n didn't want to pass out. She needed to leave.

She had to get out. Escape. Leave. LEAVE! Her body wasn't listening to her brain. There's no leaving this, though. She can walk out right now, but there's no ignoring the situation. She'll have to face this one day. And soon.

Walking forward, Y/n slipped her wedding ring from her hand. At the edge of the kitchen island, she stared at the hallway. Then, placing her ring on the counter, Y/n stepped backward. Step by step, she had put distance between herself and the people that lie in her bed. A woman that wasn't her was lying in bed she shared with her husband.

Turning for the door, Y/n hurried her steps. She had to get out. Don't look back, no matter what-

"Oh god," the voice was shocked, low, and frightened.

Don't do it. Don't look.

Too late.

Looking over her shoulder, Y/n confirmed her suspicion. Eyes locked onto the naked figure that stood at the edge of the hall. The woman's eyes filled with tears. She tried to cover herself, hiding her shame. But the deed was done.

Y/n moved her gaze towards the kitchen. The woman's eyes followed, spotting the ring. Ignoring the sobs and pleas, Y/n turned back for the door. Shoes on, keys in hand, she left without a word. There was nothing to say. Not now. And definitely not to her.

Y/n drove. And drove. And drove. The windows and sunroof open, the wind blowing her hair. The radio was off. It was just Y/n and her thoughts. Thoughts that darted from one thing to another. One sad excuse to another. One poor escape plan after another.

Leave. LEAVE! Keep driving. Leave them all behind. No one will look for you. No one will care what happens. Kikyo has Zabuza. Tsuki has Obito. They're all that matter. Fuck everyone else. Fuck all of this. And most of all: Fuck Madara Uchiha.

The urge to find him and kill him burned through Y/n as she drove. No destination in mind, she just kept going. The Bluetooth in the car rang. And rang. And rang. She turned off the phone. She disconnected the app that allowed Obito to track her car. She just had to keep going.

Away. She had to get away.

If she drove off the bridge she was going over; she'd die on impact as she hit the ground. What about just driving headfirst into a semi? No, she might hurt someone else. Wait? A bridge? How did she get here?

The lights of the city filled her vision as they began to blur. Y/n shook her head as she drove down the familiar streets. This was ridiculous of her. Had she seriously been going that long? Of course, it was unsafe to drive emotionally, but this was ridiculous- she didn't even think she had been on the road that long.

Parking, Y/n looked at the neon sign above her head. Nostalgia filled her. Leaning back in her seat, Y/n thought about what to do. She was so far from home now. A cup of coffee to clear her thoughts wouldn't hurt.

Walking into the diner, Y/n couldn't believe that it was precisely the same. The counter she sat at while she studied for nursing school. The booth where she slept before working the swing. The table where she served two young cops. The door where she saw Kakashi walk in for the first time. It was all there.

Y/n always did escape to the diner when life became too much. She'd find herself sitting alone with coffee at three in the morning. Thinking over her life's decisions. Kakashi and Zabuza both had found here there, many times. Even Ry had managed to track her down a few times.

Settling in the booth, Y/n waited for the young waitress to approach. Asking for coffee, Y/n smiled as she walked away. To be young again. While it offered its own issues, it sounded lovely to be eighteen and carefree. Working for fun, rather than because you had to. Socializing. Meeting new people. Finding yourself.

As Y/n drank her coffee, she watched the rainfall. This is why she loved Kiri. Y/n loved watching the rain. She could sneak to Zabuza's house and sit on the deck. Watching the rain fall onto the ocean was something she enjoyed. Unfortunately, he probably had his alarm set, and she couldn't remember that damn code for the life of her.

Y/n wondered if Obito had called anyone. Did he tell them the truth? Did he call to see if they'd heard from her? Did he lie and say they fought again? Or was he waiting for her? Y/n wasn't sure how long she would stay, but she needed time. Time to find the words to say to him. Time to tell him that she forgave him.

Looking back on the last few months, it was her fault this happened. First, the lies snowballed over the years. Then the slip up he made about Rin. Then came the sliver of truth when Madara escaped prison, which only led to more questions. Next came the doubt she helped create inside Obito. She put distance between them, not Obito.

Another cup of coffee was poured as Y/n continued to walk down memory lane. Some brought a smile to her face. Other thoughts made her cringe and wonder how she was still alive. A few made her want to cry. And a fair share made her laugh to herself. She had a lot of fun in Kiri. A lot of good memories.

Konoha gave her nothing but heartache and turmoil. Maybe she should move to Suna. She laughed at the thought. Until Danzo and Madara were dead, it didn't matter where she lived. Their deaths would be required for Y/n to live in any form of happiness. Happiness she wanted for her children.

Pulling her phone from her purse, Y/n turned it on. She waited for everything to load. The texts, the phone calls, the voicemails. She didn't even count how many she had. Ignoring the messages from Obito, she typed him a single message in return.

I'm fine. I need time. I'm keeping my phone off.

That was it. She turned the phone off. Slipping her phone in her purse, she pulled her wallet free. Smiling, she left the young girl a heft tip. She always loved when the customers with minor orders left the most significant tips. As she stepped towards the door, she heard the girl gasp.

"Ma'am!" She shouted after her, "I can't take this." She stopped before Y/n.

Smiling, Y/n explained, "I used to work here," the girl's eyes grew wide. "I remember what it was like to be you. I just wanted to do something nice for you. Don't grow up to fast, hun. Life isn't what it's all cracked up to be."

The girl was left stunned as Y/n left the building with no further explanation. Y/n entered her car with a new sense of purpose somehow. Maybe the weight of not worrying about ruining her marriage had been too much for her. The thought made Y/n sad, but it was true. Her choices, as much as Obito's, had led them to where they are right now.

Their paths will undoubtedly cross again, but how and why were yet to be seen. For now, Y/n would find a hotel room for the night. Sleep the best she could. Start tomorrow new. You can't move forward if you're always looking back.

You can't finish a book if you're stuck on one chapter. And Y/n was going to finish this book. There would be an end, and she would be the one to write it.