𝗠𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗻𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 {Obito Uchiha}

Chapter 5: You won't forget the devil's name

(Itachi)

"Dude, you zoned out again, what's wrong?" Kisame frowned as he passed me the ball. Luckily, both my tall friend and I were in the same team, otherwise, the rival team would've thrashed us. Deciding that Kisame would be a more valuable player than myself, I passed him the ball and he leaped into the air resulting in a perfect dunk. Even the basket had made a pleasant whooshing sound.

"Man, you really need to work on your jump," Kisame let the ball bounce a few times as he was inspecting my stance. "I haven't seen you that slow before."

I thought about telling him that studying had taken a toll on me, but decided against it.

Prior to PE class, while heading to the gym hall, from the corner of my eye I'd noticed Obito entering the front door. His clothes were drenched and I immediately wondered if he had been talking to Jun outside for so long. He waved at me to wait and I stood still by the door, curious as to what he wanted to say to me. He approached me and gave me back my statistics book. His lazy ass had kept it for four days.

"It took you long enough."

"Sorry I was late to bring it back. I kinda forgot it," he shoved his hands into his pockets and shrugged. Typical.

"You forget what you're doing while you're doing it, Obito."

"Thanks," he simply replied without me being able to understand what he'd thanked me for. Was it for the book or my sarcastic remark?

"Anytime," that would do for both options.

"So, anyway, we're hanging out at my place this Saturday night. You know, just the usual nights we all get together," his voice now held a teasing tone.

"Which means?"

"You know what that means," his grin widened with mirth all over his face.

Feeling my throat a little sore, I gulped down my suspicion because I happened to know better where all these kinds of parties Obito used to throw would end up. Sadly, I had fallen for this trap last time I'd gone there. Truth be told, I didn't have any memories, so... Definitely not something that I could be proud of.

Judging from all the things I'd happened to hear the day after, I'd given Obito and our friends quite some inappropriate material to comment on.

Obito would always act like the little devil your subconscious creates to stand on your shoulder and lure you into whatever evil exists in this world.

"Yeah, I'll think about it," the words slipping out of my mouth left me stunned. I should've turned him down in the first place. Nice job, you idiot! What the hell are you thinking about? "Can we bring other people with us?"

Obito peered down at me with his usual wry smile as if my question had suddenly amused him.

"Someone particular you have in mind?" he quirked an eyebrow.

"Just asking out of curiosity."

"Yeah, bring anyone you want," he even emphasized the word anyone. "Curiosity doesn't suit you, Itachi," sarcasm filled his voice once again as he turned his body around to walk off himself.

I got that hint though I preferred to let it pass and just entered the gym hall. I dropped my bag on the floor when I was met with a person who reminded me of all the guilt I had been carrying on my shoulders over the last few months. The mistake I'd made that ruined it all.