It's you I need

Chapter 13

Obito's POV:

The night was quiet, save for the soft breaths Kakashi took as he slept in my arms. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a gentle glow on his pale face. I couldn't help but reach out and brush a few strands of silver hair away from his forehead. He looked so peaceful, so fragile—nothing like the fierce shinobi the world knew him to be.

But I knew better. I knew the weight of the burden he carried, the darkness that had been forced upon him. My sweet, poor Kakashi. He didn't deserve any of this. The thought of the tailed beast inside him made my heart ache. How could anyone put him through this? How could his own father, the man who was supposed to protect him, allow this to happen?

I clenched my fists, careful not to wake Kakashi. I had to stay strong for him. He needed me now more than ever. I couldn't let him see how scared I was, how helpless I felt. I needed to be his rock, just as he had always been mine.

As I lay there, holding him close, my mind raced. We couldn't stay here. The village, the people—no one could be trusted. The thought of them coming after Kakashi, of them trying to take him from me, filled me with a rage I could barely contain. I had to protect him, no matter what. Even if it meant leaving everything behind.

But where would we go? How could we hide from an entire village, from the very people who trained us, who knew our every move? The reality of our situation hit me hard, and for the first time in a long while, I felt truly powerless.

I looked down at Kakashi, who stirred slightly in his sleep, his brow furrowing as if he sensed my turmoil. I kissed his forehead softly, trying to calm my own racing heart. No matter what, I would find a way. I had to. For him. For us.

*The next day*

Kakashi's POV:

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, its warmth gently rousing me from sleep. I felt the familiar weight of Obito's arms around me, his heartbeat steady against my back. It was comforting, grounding—everything I needed after the whirlwind of emotions that had hit me last night.

I still couldn't believe I had told him about the tailed beast. It felt surreal, as if the words had come from someone else's mouth. But now that it was out in the open, I felt a strange sense of relief. At least I didn't have to carry this burden alone anymore.

But the fear was still there, gnawing at the edges of my thoughts. What if they found us? What if I lost control? The idea of hurting Obito—or anyone else—terrified me.

I sighed softly, careful not to wake him. He had been so strong, so determined to protect me. It was one of the many things I loved about him, but it also scared me. I didn't want him to put himself in danger because of me. But how could I tell him that? How could I ask him to stay when I knew he would never leave my side?

I turned in his arms, facing him. He looked peaceful, almost innocent in his sleep. It was a side of him that few people ever saw, and I felt incredibly lucky to witness it. I reached out, tracing the lines of his face with my fingers, memorizing every detail.

As if sensing my touch, Obito's eyes fluttered open, his gaze soft and filled with warmth. "Good morning, my angel," he whispered, his voice thick with sleep.

"Good morning," I replied, my voice barely audible.

He smiled at me, that beautiful smile that made my heart skip a beat. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm...okay," I said, though the words felt hollow. "Just thinking."

"About what?" he asked, his hand gently cupping my cheek.