an all too familiar face - obito and shikamaru
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It had only been a few years since the fourth shinobi world war, but honestly, it felt like so much longer ago. Honestly, he didn’t really like to think about it too much. Most of the memories associated with it were pretty painful. The loss of his father, the loss of Ino’s father, the loss of Neji, the loss of countless other good shinobi were lost. And for what, some sort of delusional purpose? Based on what he knew the plan was to trap everyone in the dream world, as if that was some practical way to escape real world problems. Just thinking about it all made him feel so many emotions; anger, hurt, sadness... He hadn’t even thought about the war in quite a while, so why was he thinking about it now?
Deciding that his apartment had nothing good to do for the time being, Shikamaru figured it was time for some fresh air. It was too stuffy in there right now for his liking anyway. Perhaps he needed sometime to think, clear his head a little. Now that his mind was focused on the events of the war, he felt like he may as well try and figure out why these thoughts were occurring.
Choosing a spot to lay down, he laid back gently, his hands behind his head, staring up at the blue sky, filled with several clouds passing by. Something about them just helped in clearing his mind. He sighed for a moment, as more war memories found their way inside his head. What bothered him the most was that despite the fact that he lost his father, he never had time to properly grieve his death. If he had in the moment, in all likelihood, he would have just ended up joining Shikaku, and that was something he just couldn’t do, it would be unfair to not only himself, but his friends and allies as well.
A few moments later, he noticed a kid walking by, spiky black hair, not too tall, and sporting goggles. He looked to be probably in his early teens. In all honestly, that look kind of reminded him of what Naruto looked like before he and everyone else had become a ninja. But there was also something familiar about the kid, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Who was this kid?
Deciding to investigate, Shikamaru took a few seconds to hoist himself up, before cautiously approaching the kid until he was walking beside him. “Hey, uh, sorry to bother you, but...you look sort of familiar. Have...I seen you somewhere?
