scared of the stars

chapter 25 - Obito

Two days earlier.

Obito wanted to leave. He wanted to get away and start anew. Maybe he could even change his name. He didn't have the Sharingan anymore, so there was nothing about him that connected him to the Uchiha bloodline anymore. Sure, he had the dark hair and pale skin, but that wasn't uncommon.

He could, for once, just be the neighbor. He could be someone normal. A civilian.

No one needed to know of his past and relations to the war.

No one needed to know his background. He could conjure up his own. He could make up a story on how he was a lone traveler in search for interesting fruits. He could do something more meaningful with his life, instead of breaking others.

He could also do something meaningful within the gates of Konoha too, though. Even if people resented him, hated him, wanted him dead, he could still try to help as much as he could and right everything he had done wrong.

He could give this life, this choice, a last chance.

He didn't want to be remembered as the wimp who threw everything away for a pipe dream.

He could fulfill it here as well.

So Obito decided to give it another try. He would stay in Konoha for just a little longer, try to get through Kakashi again and maybe talk with Anko and know what she thinks. He would try not to be too obvious with what his thoughts were, but Anko had always been a little oblivious, so that wouldn't be difficult.

Obito went home from the park. He had met Kurenai there, an encounter he had not been prepared for. She had cried.

He actually wanted her to hit him for a moment, but his body reacted before he himself noticed it and blocked her attack. He even pushed her to the ground for god's sake.

Obito entered Naruto's apartment, feeling his entire body drop onto the couch. He felt exhausted.

The new information from Sakura didn't exactly help either.

He kind of knew it though. He had realized earlier that his eyes would never heal, but he was so in denial that he refused to truly realize it until the words were slammed in his face.

He had depended on his eyes his entire life, now he had none.

He sighed and put his hand into the pocket of his jacket, feeling the paper.

It almost ended up in Kakashi's apartment. It was almost on his desk or bed or wherever Obito would have placed it.

He was happy he decided not to though. What was written was all very true. He did feel as if he was the elephant in the room. He did feel as if there were constantly walls built around him that he could not break.

Others had built walls around him.

Another sigh left his mouth. He had sighed a lot lately.

Someone walked across the room, making Obitos senses go sky high. He sat up, trying to hear.

Naruto was asleep, he was sure. He highly doubted Naruto would have walked around without saying anything too.

«Hello?» Obito said, voice low.

«Hi!» Someone replied, voice not so low.

Obitos blood turned cold and heart slammed hard against his chest. He could not believe who he was hearing.