Reborn as Sakura and Hinata: Lost in the Wind

A Kakashi Interlude

I tried not to focus on the occasional glances in my direction as I walked through the narrow streets leading to my apartment. Let's just pretend they were staring at me because of the pervasive dark aura that didn't want to leave me since Tsunade stepped down as Hokage.

It wasn't a moment too soon when I was able to duck out of the public eye and slip into the small complex I called home. Hurrying to the window in the most casual way possible, I was surprised to see my normal point of entry was already open.

If there was a goddamn burglar in my house he would be exiting it as a corpse.

Silently sliding into the room, I took a look around my kitchen to find that nothing seemed to have been disturbed, everything just as I'd left it with no audible signs of life. Relaxing ever so slightly, I considered that maybe the open window was more carelessness and not actually suspicious. But then there was that odd, familiar smell.

I elected to ignore it and walked out of my kitchen into the living room, ready to pass out and try and forget about all the hard times to come.

Too bad Obito was already sitting on the couch.

We stared at each other for a long moment as I tried to process what I was seeing. Obito simply stared back at me like a child who was just caught stealing. When I was finally able to comprehend the sight in front of me, an injection of white hot rage flared through my veins, my hands involuntarily balling into fists.

"D-Don't kill me!" Obito seemed to find his words, standing and holding his hands up in surrender, "We need to talk!"

"Do we now?" I stated more than asked, "What the hell are you doing in my house?"

"I need to talk to you Kakashi." Obito reaffirmed, slowly lowering his arms, "We just need to get this over with."

"Fine, but breaking into my house wasn't necessary," I relented, "I already know we need to talk; I was out there looking for you anyway."

"I think we both know that isn't true." Obito responded evenly, slowly sitting back down.

I glared at him, trying to read if he meant anything by that besides the obvious. To his credit he was right; I had been strolling for hours in aimlessness, but he didn't need to know that, "So... after how many goddamn years, you finally want to 'talk'?"

The remorse in his eyes was genuine, "Kakashi, please-"

"Don't talk to me so casually!" I barked in another burst of rage, causing him to jerk back against the couch in surprise, "You're in no position to be making requests after all of the shit you've done, and you definitely don't have the right to talk to me like a friend."

Obito shook his head slightly, and I wondered if he was actually scared of me. Whatever, it didn't matter just as long as he listened.

"After all of this time, you come back here and try to have a nice little 'talk' with me after you've done nothing but systematically destroy my life since you've died?" I questioned, letting the inquiry hang in hopes of getting some sort of satisfying response.

Obito looked down at the floor, "It... it isn't that simple; I didn't want-"

Nevermind a satisfying response; he couldn't say anything that would make me feel better, "What? You didn't want to kill our sensei?"

His eyes widened, "I- I-"

"After thinking that my friend and teammate died, I get to find out that everything else I've lost was your fault." I seethed, "You killed Minato-sensei! You killed his wife! And then you tried to destroy the very place I call home? Multiple times?"