Naruto Oneshots + Imagines

Not Anymore (Kakashi Hatake x Obito Uchiha) (NSFW)

Kakashi Hatake lies awake in his bed, cold and lonely as he stares up at the eggshell-hued ceiling of his bedroom. The grey sheets beneath his back are slightly damp with sweat from the nightmare his body just ripped him out of.

He glances to the window, which is shut and locked. He holds his hands in front of his face. For a moment, he swears he sees blood on them like he did all those years ago. He blinks and looks at them again to see that they're clean, the pale skin merely clammy. There's no blood to be seen.

Still, he sits up and runs his hands through his hair to try and clear his head from the nightmare. Rin was there, again... He'd just killed her. For some reason, Zabuza and Haku were there too, the words they said to him in the dream now unintelligible. The silhouette of Sakumo took over the clouds in the sky, and his little Genin were there too, screaming at him for all the times he failed them.

As fast as they came to haunt him in the first place, the warped memories of his horrific nightmare fade into something more dull.

It's not real. None of it is real... At least not anymore. Any of what was there, is now in the past. Everything is okay now.

Kakashi lets out a sigh of relief and checks the clock.

He only has four hours left until he has to go to work his terrible job as Hokage. Should he try to go back to sleep, or should he give up on sleeping and get up to do his morning training...?

The room is dark. It's raining outside. The clouds block the bits of moonlight that would normally pour through the window of the Hatake compound. It's so dark that Kakashi can't help but be reminded of the stormy night that he found his father's body, cold and dead on the floor with his sword jammed through the chest that he'd once been held against on stormy nights such as this one. Now, there's no one here to hold him when the thunder booms so loud it makes him flinch, and the wooden floor is still stained with blood underneath the carpet Kakashi put on top of it long ago to hide the evidence of what happened here.

Kakashi rubs his eyes to clear them of sleep. There's no way he'll be able to get any peaceful rest after that...

Suddenly, something- someone- is in his peripheral. Kakashi checks to make sure his mask is still covering his face when he realizes that it's just Obito, who must've used his Kamui to teleport in.

"It's way past midnight. What are you doing here this late?" Kakashi demands. Obito shifts, uncomfortable, so he follows his question up with a quirked brow and a joke. "Here to finally kill me?"

Obito laughs, something gravely and sardonic. Heat rises in Kakashi's chest at the sound.

"You wish."

Obito is in a t-shirt and pajama pants, but he's wearing his mask... That stupid white orange mask that he wore just before the war. He wears it almost every day, even after Team Seven saved his life and brought him back to the village- even after Kakashi practically begged the elders and Lady Tsunade to give Obito another chance like they did with Sasuke, Orochimaru, and Kabuto. Kakashi wishes he could rip the swirl-patterned mask off of Obito's face and break it over his kneecap. Still, he tries to ignore the immediate rage at seeing the mask, as whatever Obito's here for must be important.

"...Don't tell me," Kakashi sits up in bed and stares Obito up and down. He swears, at times, that the two of them are in sync. Though Obito's face is covered by his mask, Kakashi can guess by his sudden arrival and his body language why he might be here. "Nightmares?"

"Yeah," Obito nods.

Kakashi isn't sure what to do. On one hand, he could drag Obito out to go train, but going to fight probably isn't what will help either of them right now... So, he lies back in bed and lifts his covers to invite Obito underneath them.