#biscuit.groundbreaking

Obito — Tobi — had gone over the Infinite Tsukuyomi plan a dozen times. Everything was perfect down to seconds, so the thing that was happening could not be real. He believed he had been caught in someone’s genjutsu, but whose? Who was that strong to trap him? Outside him and Madara, whom was the mastermind behind all of that, anyway, all the Uchihas were dead. He knew for sure that poor kid Sasuke hadn’t reached that level of Sharingan mastering. Nonetheless, the plan was going sideways right in front of his eyes.

The Zetsu army seemed to keep most of the opponents at a fair distance from him, so Obito, in his new Jinchuuriki form, should’ve been able to act as seed for the God Tree. Nothing was happening, though. Nothing good for his cause, in any case. Obito had been warned that Juubi would require immense power from its host but despite having polished his abilities and physique, Obito struggled to control it.

When he changed his body, everyone on the battlefield felt mortified. Most of your comrades thought the war had already been lost. A few tried to desert but the more conscious shinobis stopped them. Your anger and concern fused together, not leaving much room for fear, so you kept going further and further, with no other goal in mind than to save Obito.

You had fallen in love with that messy-hair, fragile-eyed Uchiha boy since the first years at the Ninja Academy. Of course, you didn’t have the guts to talk to him. Weird and extremely cheerful as he was, being in Obito’s presence made you feel nervous. He was more skilled than you, more likeable, and more outgoing. He would’ve never looked at you anyway, you thought.

Some time later, after you got assigned to a team that did not contain Obito, you continued to nurture the feelings you had for the boy. Years passed, and he was still not aware of them, though, so your interaction reduced to minimum, or below. On a few occasions, your team had been paired with his, thus you got to spend time together on those missions. Now older, you had somewhat more courage to talk to him freely, especially after you noticed how fast he got comfortable around you.

One day, as you were returning to the village, you braced yourself to walk up to him and ask him out on a date. His teammates made fun of his instant blush and stutter, but Obito accepted your invitation. One date turned into a series of dates, until the day you finally confessed your feelings. Unfortunately, your words scared Obito at the moment, and he grew a bit colder to you. You blamed it on yourself for rushing things, for believing your relationship could evolve, so in order to avoid the awkwardness, you started avoiding Obito. 

On the day you learned that Kakashi was the only jounin from team 10 to return from a mission, your heart broke into a thousand pieces. You picked those pieces up after a while of dwelling in your sorrow, a good time of mourning both Obito and the feelings you had dared to confess that now seemed lost and unreciprocated forever.

For the first time—and last, as you hoped—on a world-scale battlefield, you fixed your eyes on the man at the top of the hill, who was none other than Obito Uchiha, the boy you had been in love with even after his supposed death. When you heard who was responsible for all the damage Akatsuki had done, who was responsible for the Fourth Shinobi War, who was the man behind the swirl mask, your barely stitched heart broke into pieces once again.

Had he framed his death? But what for? Had he survived by sacrificing someone else and had been too ashamed to return to the village? Had he really died and that was just a ghost? Or was it all a lie? Was he under some devil’s control? Obito’s war declaration and the reasons he stated out loud did not fit the man you used to know. Even though you knew you had to kill him or at least restrain him somehow, you had to know the truth.

Against his self-control, once Juubi started to feed on Obito’s chakra, the man felt weaker. He accused the earlier battles he had fought for draining his power, but truth was he might’ve not been the best vessel for the Tailed Beast. His stamina dropped and he fell to his knees, the shortage of breath turning his vision blurry. The half of his body that was still his own and not some low-quality Zetsu clay, was taken over by a burning sensation. The chakra left his body along with the blood in his veins, turning him colder and colder, until he lost most of his senses. Juubi required much more than Obito could provide, so the beast drew from the other available resources.

“Help… me…” Obito managed to mouth as he saw you. The image had a red hue for him. Maybe because of all the war horrors he created, maybe from the blood bubbling up behind his eyes or maybe his Sharingan activated to somehow save him.

You had overcome all obstacles and made your way to him despite the odds. Some of your teammates shielded your back, proud of your drive to finish off the enemy, but they were taken aback once they witnessed how you dropped to your knees and hugged the enemy to your chest.

“What in the bloody hell are you doing, Obi?” You scolded him, with tears in your eyes. You tried to infuse some of your chakra into him, heal his body as little as you could, but you could feel it was all sucked in by Juubi and Obito’s body couldn’t make any use of it.

Fighting against the darkness taking over him, Obito cupped one of your cheeks in his palm. He forced himself to smile at you, happy that you, out of everyone, came to spare him of his suffering. He knew you didn’t have it in you to kill him, he remembered all those times on your missions when you hesitated to cause any deadly harm, even to foes. But that was just another one of the countless things Obito loved about you. He had been scared to reciprocate your feelings for he knew how dangerous a shinobi’s life was. He wouldn’t have forgiven himself if he had led you on, if he had tried to build a relationship with you only to never return home one day. No good-byes, no chance to apologise for things or to make promises for the afterlife. Just the same, he knew he couldn’t have gone further without you if the roles had reversed.

You wore a deep frown as you tried again and again to keep him alive. Your arms grew tired of holding his heavy body that just became heavier as life left him. You weren’t ready to lose him. Not again. You needed the truth about everything, you needed to save him, you needed…

Obito used the last ounce of strength he had in that hand to pull you closer. He pressed his lips on yours and moved them softly for only a moment. The affection caught you off guard so you lost your focus on infusing chakra. Even if far from enough, your effort had offered Obito a few seconds more. Now that it was gone, he knew there was no turning back.

“I’ve loved you from the first sight,” he said, looking right into your eyes, wishing he had been brave enough to admit it years earlier. Maybe you had had a chance to walk on another path, next to each other. Maybe the world wouldn’t be ending now. Maybe you wouldn’t be crying above his corpse. Maybe he wouldn’t be dying.

“You’re late, Obito…” You whispered seeing his eyes not open when the kiss ended.

The war was still ongoing and Juubi could take control over Obito at any time, so you had to act fast. The thought itself of doing what you had to do made you ache, but there was no other choice. You laid Obito’s body on the ground and set it ablaze with the seal he himself taught you. The red flames engulfed him quickly, devouring every inch and destroying all chances for his body to be wrongfully used as source for the God Tree, a malevolent being that could destroy the whole world. You knew Obito never really wanted that. He couldn’t have. Not when he had one person he had truly loved: you.

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It will rain on the day you will decide to make a change. The water will flow down on your body, will drench your clothes, will wash away all your wishes and dreams, your hopes will dissolve, your plans will no longer fit the path you thought you would be walking.

They won’t understand your choice and their eyes won’t follow you when you will turn to leave. They will remain in the past, and you will begin onwards.

Tears will try to win the race against the raindrops. Heartbeats will be the sole proof of life left in you. You won’t be able to watch yourself in a mirror without sorrow bursting out loud. For a few days in a row you will believe there is no reason to go on, you won’t consider anything worthy to be done, not even basic things that would keep you alive. You will go to sleep hungry. You will wake up tired. You will refuse each and every thing that is not them. You will wither away.

Sun will shine bright on the day the healing will be completed. You will not be your old self anymore. You might not even recognize your eyes, your mind, maybe not your breathing either. You will be brand new and, for better or for worse, you will continue to put one step in front of the other.

Silence. Deafening silence filled his ears, bringing his head to the edge of exploding. There was nothing around him. No texture, no colour, no smell, sound or any sort of existent abstract. Once so certain in regard to everything, Gojo now stood unsure. Is this afterlife? Not heaven, nor hell? Just nothingness? he posed the questions in his head for he did not know if the words would even materialise in that hanging space.

“Hey, long time no see, best friend.”

The voice heard from behind. Although Gojo had heard it across the last weeks, thanks to that damned kenjaku, this time it sounded different. More than familiar, it sounded true. He dared to turn around, but instead of reassuring him, the discovery angered Gojo.

“Bleah! You’re kidding me. This sucks!”

“Pretty rude thing to say after seeing someone’s face,” Geto continued as he walked closer.

“What is this? Where are we? Why is everything white and shapeless? Gives me the creeps.”

“Not sure why this exists, actually. I just know that someone has to come pick you up from here.”

“Anyone?” Gojo asked, tilting his head forward. That’s when he discovered he was wearing his glasses.

With a slight shrug, Geto continued, “usually someone who loves you.”

“Where to now? I suppose I’m dead.”

Geto took a good look at Gojo, then turned around and opened a door out of nowhere. “Let’s go home.”

Nothing was clear to him yet, but Gojo followed his best friend into what seemed like the real world. It looked more like a copy of it, but he couldn’t complain. Truth be told, he never expected angels in heaven or devils in hell. They were all already on earth anyway.

With bits of verbal explanation along with meeting other long gone friends, Gojo figured out the place was in fact the afterlife. A good thing was that no human was around. It was the sorcerers’ afterlife. Time seemed immeasurable, he could barely tell the difference between night and day, but he went on with it. There was nothing to fear and train against, there was nothing to do. In fact, they could do everything as everything was accessible but for Gojo it seemed to have no meaning.

On the other side of the coin, though, there was Geto, whose sole wish had come true when he died. He ended up in this human-free Eden and he was enjoying it to the fullest. Having Gojo by his side as of lately made everything even better. While laying on the grass one day, he felt Gojo behind him, placing his head between his shoulder blades.

“What’s up?”

“I don’t have my cursed energy anymore.”

“You don’t need it here,” Geto said, just now receiving the answer to the question he asked Gojo so long ago. “There are no curses, no threats, no one that needs protection. There is no burden here, no duty, it’s so beautiful.”

“I have to tell you something, Suguru.”

Geto heard the affection in his best friend’s voice but waited to hear the rest of it. He felt Gojo hold onto his shirt and sink his forehead deeper into his torso, as if wanting to hide in there.

“I love you.”

“And I love you, Satoru,” the answer came instantly. He’s been wanting to say it for a long time. But then he died. And Satoru kept living. Now they were finally together, in that perfect world.

“No, you don’t get it,” Gojo added. “I love you! I love you! I LOVE YOU!” he told the words progressively louder, slamming his whole body against Geto’s. “I love you but I couldn’t stop you. I couldn’t understand you. I couldn’t save you. And now I’m dead too.”

That confession took Geto by surprise, yet he wore a smile. He tilted his head and held onto Gojo’s arm in a sort of twisted embrace.

“It’s ok, you know? I love you too and selfish as it might sound, I'm happy you’re here. I missed you, Satoru. Maybe for you it seemed you died too soon, and trust me when I say I wanted you to live long and happy, but you were by far happy, so I was relieved to see you return to me.”

“Suguru, I want to go back.”

“Back? Do you want to die again and greet me properly?” Geto tried to joke, but his heart sank when he heard those words.

“I wish I hadn’t died. I left so many loose ends behind, they won’t make it without me.”

“Then they’ll join us. Who cares about the world, Satoru?” He finally gave in to those egotistical thoughts as he turned to look at his best friend. “I don’t hate any of them, but I only care about you. And if we’re given a second chance to happiness together, I’m not letting go of it.”

Gojo watched him through glossy eyes at first, wearing a pout and gripping his shirt tightly. When Geto leaned in and made their foreheads touch, something changed in Gojo. He only gave a long exhale.

The grass around their bodies was smooth and moved gently in the wind. They stayed like that for a while before Gojo could continue.

“Would you hate me if I went back to save the world?”

Geto’s heart cracked a little but he remained firm in his decision. He placed a kiss on Gojo’s forehead then rolled onto his back to look at the sky.

“I love you too much to hate you, Satoru.”

“Do you love me enough to wait for me a little longer?” Gojo asked, placing his chin on Geto’s chest.

Geto looked at him, circled an arm around Gojo’s head and fluffed the white hair. He so much wanted to pose the reverse question “do you love me enough to abandon the world for me?” but something from deep inside stopped him.

“I do, Satoru. I do.”

Geto didn’t expect his best friend to actually do it, but he was happy to receive a kiss on his lips.

“Be careful out there, ok?”

“Funny you say that when you will be waiting for me to die again.”

as much as i love his back, i did not enjoy seeing this below. he's so obviously shown as "the one who leaves". even though in the exact next second the scene shows all of them are parting for going somewhere, but the fact sugu is shown first, without even hinting towards the idea that the other two parts of the trio are there... mappa, why must you push the knife deeper?