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Obito should not feel his skin crawl when Nagato followed behind him en route to his private cavern office in the hideout. The day was way past midnight and they should really be retreating back to their own space and unwind. Settle down with their own paperwork to do … Obito was about to close the door in Nagato’s face as a joke, but the Uzumaki was relentless, walking in anyway.     ❛ Alright then, ❜ Masked voice remarked while closing the door slowly. ❛ Please, make yourself at home. ❜ Sarcasm was dripping as Obito shook his head.

Nagato stood there rather smug, nose in the sky. His hands come forward, placing palms on Obito’s shoulders, staring intently.

Somehow, without words, Obito could feel what Nagato wanted from him.

Sure enough, the Nagato's finger tapped twice on the spiral mask that remained on his face. Obito grunted out,     ❛ No. ❜     and shied away from the closeness between them. However, Obito was caged by the strength of Nagato’s arms. He could dematerialise right here and walk through the man in his way, but it seemed rather disrespectful to do it to Nagato.

From the moment Obito’s face was seen sometime ago, Nagato had been nothing but kind and accepting of him. Not just of the irreparable damage on his face, but all the lies that this face has told prior to the reveal. Obito was not Uchiha Madara. His plans may very well not be the “End All” of the century. But Nagato has not begrudged him.

[   not yet, anyway. one day, they will all leave him, by the reveal of history or by the cruel hand of fate.   ]

Obito huffed with his chest,     ❛ Fine. ❜     Gloved hands clicked the mask off, phasing the orange into the Kamui dimension. He stared at Nagato’s nose with furrowed brows, unwilling to meet the Uzumaki’s eyes.     ❛ Happy now? Are we done? ❜     Words of apparent annoyance.

Nagato smiled gently, feeling triumphant inside,     ❛ More than happy, ❜     But he did not leave the hold he had on Obito, instead pushing further into the Uchiha’s space by moving hands to the mismatched face. Nagato has never minded how different Obito’s skin felt under his hands, how one side is soft while the other is stiff and rough like bark. Rather, he was acutely aware that Obito must have gone through some ordeal that left him … left him like this, so defensive of one’s own countenance, and so angry that Nagato was forcing the issue and looking at it.     ❛ But I’m not done with you yet. ❜     The only way to coax Obito was to be gentle and patient. Nagato has gone through a lifetime of pain, and though Obito still hid so much mysteries behind the darkness, Nagato still thought he could understand and resonate with the pain. Even if those things never see the light of day, this was enough between them.

❛ Like porcelain, so beautiful. ❜     Nagato caresses Obito’s face, whether cracked or scarred or smooth. He tries to catch Obito’s eyes, but the Uchiha refuses to meet him even halfway. So, Nagato tries again.     ❛ Like marble, exquisite and one-of-a-kind. ❜     At that, Obito exhales the tension between them, looking even more down, but he closes his eyes. His shoulders dropped in dejection.

Nagato deemed that Obito was now softer and more pliant in his hands, so he shifted the Uchiha’s neck easily. Ah, there was no more frown on that face, just a distraught man who refused to believe Nagato’s words.     ❛ It’s true. I don’t care what you are, so long as you are mine. ❜     Nagato dismisses any of Obito's reply, affirmative or rejection, by sealing their lips together.

Obito responds greedily, even though he shouldn’t. But this love? This … belonging? How could an Uchiha reject its own spirit? One day, Nagato will regret loving him.

I should absolutely definitely totally be finishing the next chapter of reverse right now what have you done

Nagato looks like he’s about to start stabbing people, whichKisame thinks likely isn’t the best way to walk into a peace conference withKonoha.

“Obito,” he says tightly, as the volume of Konan andYahiko’s bickering increases. “I am very fond of you, but if you don’t stopcomplaining I won't be held accountable for my actions.”

Obito rolls his eye, but he does stop fidgeting with hisshakujo, sinking back flat on his feet rather than poised on the balls of histoes, and Kisame allows a fraction of the tension in his shoulders to ease.Having their resident powerhouse to slightly wound isn’t good for the nerves.

“Fond,” Obito says instead, pulling a face. “Gee, thanks.”

Nagato looks exasperated, and turns to his partner with ahuff, but Kisame has been walking between Konan and Yahiko and Sasori andDeidara since they left Ame; he’s had more than enough of couple quarrels forthe next lifetime and change, so he squeezes past their honorable(-ish) leadersand makes tracks for the clear field they agreed on for negotiations, figuringhe may as well scout the area. Nagato will likely do one better as soon as hegets his head out of his ass, being a sensor and all, but for now Kisame stepsout of the trees and takes a quick glance around the field. It looks like itwould make a good battlefield in another life, open and free of mostobstructions, but as it is there's only a single other figure visible.

Deciding he may as well be friendly, Kisame puts on his bestsmile, trying not to show too many extra teeth, then slings Samehada over hisshoulder and wanders towards the kunoichi inspecting a lone outcropping ofboulders. She’s small, lean, with short pink hair held back by a Konohahitai-ate. Almost despite himself, Kisame feels a flicker of resignation, expectinganother weak, stuttering, flailing girl. Objectively, he’s well aware that mostkunoichi can't be held to the standards of the Hoshigaki Clan, but Kisame grewup with women who were a good two heads taller than him and twice as broad, allmuscle, and able to break a table in half without a thought. Anything lessinvokes an instinctive distaste, and—

The small, pretty kunoichi makes a sound of deepfrustration, rears back, and punches the boulders hard.

It’s probably upwards of six tons of rock, and with onedirect blow the entire formation shatters into dust.

Kisame's jaw drops, and he practically trips over his ownfeet. Oh, he thinks, and then Oh! And maybe she’s not quite as tall orbroad as his mother and sister but as she spins to face him he realizes she’snowhere near delicate. Those are thick muscles, just as honed as his own, andthe way she balances herself says she knows exactlyhow to use them.

“A kunoichi!” Kisame says, utterly delighted.

The young woman eyes him like he just said something dumb. “HarunoSakura,” she says, like it’s a warning.

It might be, but Kisame's been so focused on Ame and helpingrebuild Akatsuki after Madara's attempt to corrupt it that he hasn’t had timeto leaf through the Bingo Book lately. Now he wishes he had, because wow.

“You!” he repeats. “You're a real kunoichi!”

Sakura blinks, taking half a step back as she falls out ofher fighting stance, and she looks startled and just a little flattered. “Um?”

“Could you bench pressme?” Kisame presses, already advancing in anticipation.

Baffled, Sakura blinks at him for a moment, then snorts,tugs up her fingerless gloves, and cracks her knuckles. “Why not,” she asks inbemusement, and Kisame wastes no time leaping for her.

(“Oh gods, really?”Nagato demands, pressing his hands over his face in clear despair as theremaining members of Akatsuki file into the meadow.

Obito just snorts. “At least he’s having fun,” he saysdryly, and a surreptitious glance across the field shows that Kakashi iswatching his student toss around a deadly, homicidal missing-nin with no smallamount of horror.

Obito would absolutely be lying if he said that didn’t factorin to the way he catches Nagato's arm and keeps him from marching over to corraltheir wayward swordsman. When Nagato shoots him a look of deep betrayal, Obito offershim a smirk, tipping one shoulder in a shrug. “I thought you were the one who was so invested in peace by any means, Nagato.”

Nagato groans, and the hands go back over his face. “She’susing him as a weight, Obito! And he’sletting her!”

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