Jet Race [Konoha High School]

Chapter Two: Uncle Obito

Chapter Two

Uncle Obito

Jet’s POV

I sighed, scratching the back of my head as I walked into the terminal. I adjusted the hood of my jacket, keeping it fixed over my head as I walked with the crowd of people I just had to spend hours with on that fucking plane.

My eyes darted around the crowd, scowling as I tried to locate my fucking uncle. He should be easy to spot, considering he was five seven. But then again, that was a normal height for most Japanese men. Well, fuck.

“Jet!” My eyes darted to the left, catching sight of my uncle waving his hand wildly. I rolled my eyes, heading over to the black-haired man and meeting his equally blood-red eyes.

“Been awhile, kiddo.” He chuckled, wrapping one arm around my shoulders and dragging me into his chest. I rolled my eyes, hugging him back quickly.

“Yeah. Nice seeing ya again, Obito.” I smirked up at the man, snickering at the eye twitch he gained from me not using any honorifics.

“Disrespectful brat.” He grumbled, making me roll my eyes.

“Let’s get my luggage and shit. That plane was fucking uncomfortable.” I grumbled. He blinked at the cussing before nodding and grabbing a hold of my wrist, dragging me quickly through the crowd. I took this time to look over him, considering I hadn’t seen him in about four years.

His pitch black hair was wild, with a shaggy look to it that practically said ‘I don’t use brushes’. He still had those ridiculous sunglasses he wore everywhere that were black with orange lenses. He had a few scars on the left side of his face that he never told me about but other than that, his features were still the same.

He was wearing a pair of dark jeans, a wallet chain hanging on his left leg, and a black v-neck. The Uchiha family (it was my mom’s last name before she married my dad) crest was attached to a necklace around his neck, something I also had only mine was on the black choker I always wore. I was always sad that I had been given my dad’s last name instead of my moms. In fact, it was something I was going to change as soon as I turned eighteen.

Anyway, other than that Obito also wore a black jacket that he left unzipped, the Uchiha fan printed onto the back of it.

“Ya look like a teenager.” I pointed out, smirking when he sent me an annoyed look.

“I’m thirty.”

“I never asked for your age.” His eye twitched and a smirked when he turned forward with just a ‘hn’. But, seeing as I was an Uchiha, I was used to this answer and have learned our ‘hn’ language. So, translating that, he pretty much just said to ‘shut up, you stupid brat’.

“Hey, what’s that high school you work at like anyway?” I asked, grabbing one of my suitcases from the spinning luggage thing. I forgot the name, fuck off.

“Konoha High School. It’s about a five minute drive from my house so we don’t have to get up that early.” He stated, grabbing one of the suitcases as the last two came around. He took one from me and we started rolling them across the ground towards the exit.

“Yeah, yeah. Mom told me that. Just, they ain’t all goody-goody fuckers are they? If they are, I’ll end up punching one in the fucking face the first day.”

Obito snorted, rolling his eyes as he led me towards his car. “No. They’re nowhere near that. Well, not a lot of them. There are probably about three in each of my classes that don’t get in trouble and do their work on time.”