scared of the stars

chapter 8 - Obito

The first night had been peaceful. Well, as peaceful as nights got for Obito. He managed to sleep a good amount, but like always he felt jittery the first hour after he woke up. Kakashi didn't question his behavior, and Obito really didn't want to talk about it either. He had just properly reunited with Kakashi, and the last thing he wanted was to put a damper on the mood.

His childhood friend, on the other hand, wore the biggest smile imaginable, or that was what Obito guessed if it matched his overly energetic voice.

It felt forced though, which was why Obito was shaking more than usual. Kakashi luckily didn't seem to notice. It would be over in a couple of minutes anyway.

«You're a housewife.» Was the first thing Obito said when he entered the kitchen and heard all the cutlery and food moving around. Kakashi was cutting something on the cutting board (it smelled suspiciously like onions), and jumped around cheerfully.

«I live by myself, so of course I had to learn how to make food for myself,» Kakashi answered and slid the onions in a small bowl, then started cutting something else. Some kind of fabric was moving together, making a swishing noise. He didn't remember having heard that sound from Kakashi before and doubted it was from his usual clothing. He could distinctively remember it from his old home though. Images of his grandmother moving around the kitchen and humming on an old song entered his mind.

«And the apron?» Obito guessed and moved his hands toward the direction he believed the table was. He found a chair and settled down.

The sweet smell of egg and soup filled the kitchen.

«I found it at a market in a neighbouring town. I think it enhances my hips?» Kakashi joked and (from the sound of it) playfully twirled, but stopped at the bored expression he got as a response. He continued to cut more vegetables.

Obito rolled his eyes and moved his elbows to the table, then leaned his cheeks in his palms.

«Normal people make noodles or something for breakfast, not whole meals.» Obito retorted, not caring for the rudeness in his voice.

«When have I ever been "normal people" though?» Kakashi mused and moved more vegetables into another bowl.

Was he making dinner for a whole family?

He was about to ask, but then Kakashi stopped what he was doing and the next thing Obito heard was parchment moving and dogs barking.

Something wet suddenly touched his ankle, and he jerked his leg away, clutching to his knee and touching the spot that had been touched.

«What the-?» He started, but the same creature returned and jumped up onto his lap, making Obito almost fall off of his chair. He waved around to get something to grab on to and stuck to the table, using it as a lifeline. The creature moved around and touched his shoulder with its paw, its nails sharp.

Kakashi started laughing from where he stood, though Obito didn't share his amusement.

«It's only a dog. I didn't know you had such an inconvenient fear» He said and put something down on the ground, a sound of a bunch of dogs eating followed.

The dog in Obitos lap desperately licked his face and neck and every inch of exposed skin it could reach. Obito felt as if he would drown in dog saliva.

«Okay, okay. Play times over, time to eat! Please!» Obito begged and gently pushed the dog off, though it jumped down on its own violation. The only thing he could hear was a bunch of dogs eating and drinking and eating drinking. He imagined their lips flapping against the food and bubbles growing in the corners of their mouths.