Obito Uchiha: A Lover's Dream

A Mysterious Appearance

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AN: I am obsessed with Obito Uchiha, even as an almost 18 year old. I have loved his character since I was... 10? I think? Maybe even a little before that. I remember pausing the original Naruto series on Cartoon Network in the early 2000's to see what was above Kakashi's bed. It looked like Minato, Kakashi, and two other people, at the time. I didn't realize then, that I would come to love that boy wearing the green goggles and off white shirt. I also didn't realize how much I loved Team Minato either. Every character perfectly suits the team's needs and wants. I would even say more balanced than team Kakashi. But anyway.... on with the story.

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{3rd POV}

"What is this?" The black and white figure stated, poking at the immobile corpse.

The black half spoke, "It appears to be a girl."

"What is a girl doing here? How did she get here? How did we not sense her?" The white one began to ponder.

"If I knew, I wouldn't be asking you." The black half punched back.

The white half sighed in angst and let its eye wonder to the coming presence.

A man was walking down the bricked hallway to the oozy figure's location. It was a moderate pace, picking up speed every few steps.

*click*

*Click*

*ClIcK*

Until the door swung open with a crash. The man's breath was being held inside the mask he wore. Heat had continued to build with every exhale, until he was breathing in the air he shot out.

"Back so soon? We weren't expecting you until tomorrow." The white half sung. The black half looked up to meet the man's red eye.

The man realized what was in his room, on the bed.

With a double take he said, "What is this? Did you capture another shinobi?"

The white half was about to speak when the black half uttered, "We have no idea. She just appeared, without any suffice to which she came."

The girl laid flat on the bedding, hands by her side and legs perfectly straight. Her soft brown hair caressed her facial features along with her shoulders. Her eyes showed no movement behind the lids and her mouth was closed.

The man took a half step forward then breathed in once more, releasing more heat when he exhaled.

His breathing was the only thing that could be heard in the dimly lit room. A candle stood in the corner, it's wick burning with the melting wax. The room was cobbled, much like a cave. With the light of the flame, the room appeared orange and scarlet.

The man slightly lifted up his mask to let the old air out and fresh air in. His mask represented the Hagoromo clan with its white surface and black slices. The white was once yellowed, but the color had faded due to a blast from a yellow flash.

The man had chains and shackles around his wrists, which he unlocked and threw to the floor. He turned his wrists to release the pressure and get his blood flowing again in those areas.

The shackles met the ground with a hard metal clank, which caused the girl to shift positions on the bed.

She now faced the 3 figures, with her eyes still closed, as if she was asleep.

The man than began to observe her closer. She wore strange clothing, as if she wasn't from the time of shinobi, not the great lands either. She wore what appeared to be shorts that cut off around her mid thigh. They were black and had white trimmings along the edges. She also wore a t-shirt that had a language unfamiliar to the three written on it. It did, however, have the kanji for peace written on the pocket on the left side of her chest.

Her hair now somewhat covered her face and her left arm now met the bottom corner of the pillow she was resting her head on. She looked quite comfortable.

She was now breathing somewhat into the pillow. The pillow smelled like chopped down trees mixed with a heavy scent of dionaea and lavender berries.

The three began to study her, as her nose began to sniff the scents of the area. A faint smile began to utter at her lips.

The man took a step forward, now a meter and half away from the girl.

He was slightly puzzled when he realized she looked like a girl he knew with dark brown hair and rectangular, purple markings upon her cheeks.

Behind his mask, he sighed and then tightened his fists at the thought of her. He knew this girl couldn't be her, but the similarities were uncanny.

The girl shuffled once more, pushing the blanket completely off of her.

One thing the man found odd was that she wore no headband, so he wouldn't be able to tell if she was a genin, chunin, or jonin.

He focused his chakra into his left hand then waved it over the girl.

There was no sense, whatsoever, of any previous ninja training. Never taught to throw a kunai or shuriken. Not able to control chakra. Not able to weave handsigns because she wasn't taught.

The man thought it was strange, and so did the two figures below him. They both looked up at him and shook their head, hunching and shrugging in the process.

The white one's eye traveled back down to the girl and began thinking to himself what this meant.

The man took a breath when the girl began to open her eyes.

The man shot his right eye in her direction once more and noticed her eyes were a dark brown.

The two figure's eyes opened a little bit wider than before and began to come out of the ground a little bit more.

The man took a somewhat aggressive stance and stood next to the two figures and the bed.

The girl began to sit up, rubbing her eyes in the process.

She stared ahead of her and saw nothing but the blurriest of images. The then turned her head slowly to the 3 figures in the room and her vision began to return. She first made out the black and white figures and then her vision highly defined the man next to them.

Her eyes shot open and her lips separated making no sound. She was shocked, and so were the three men.

"O... m... gos...," she uttered, lips dry and eyes watered, "Obito!" She shot up from the bed and the black and white figure was taken aghast by the blanket flying on top of them. The man was not ready for what happened next.

She enveloped him in a tight, yet gentle hug.