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The mask shattered to pieces, revealing his face and with it the identity he had tried to forget. I don't want to be anybody! His mind cried out, feeling naked and exposed. If only Kakashi wasn't there, nothing would have mattered. He knew Kakashi was the only person alive that would still recognize him. His blank, hard face reveled nothing of the turmoil he felt inside, as he stared at his enemies, stared at Kakashi who was staring at him. His gaze seemed to look right through Obito's heart and soul. "Kakashi"; the whisper died before it could leave his lips.
´Obito´ was the only thing that echoed through Kakashi's mind as the masked man's true identity was revealed. ´Obito, Obito, Obito! ´ Kakashi couldn't believe his eyes. How many times hadn't he hallucinated about Obito, only to realize there was nothing there at all? But the Obito in his dreams where still a boy, forever frozen in time. This Obito was a full grown man, scared deeply both mentally and physically. Cold eyes glared at him, but all Kakashi could feel was warmth. "Obito", he greeted. A flicker of emotion flashed through the eyes of his former teammate only caught by Kakashi. That was the only reassurance Kakashi needed. Heart beating fast, he started running towards his long lost friend.
Obito's eyes widened slightly in panic as Kakashi came running towards him. He knew he should attack, or at least activate his kamui, but his body just wouldn't let him. A second later, Kakashi's body slammed into Obito's and Obito felt strong arms wrap around him. He prepared for the pain when Kakashi's chidori would pierce him from behind, or for the pain in his stomach or chest once he realized Kakashi had stabbed him with a kunai, or maybe the pain when his head was slit of his body. There was, after all, many ways of dying. Having taken plenty of lives himself, Obito knew the variations where endless. But no such pain came. Only then Obito realized Kakashi wasn't trying to hurt him. He was hugging him.
Obito stood frozen a minute, before his slowly moved his arms around Kakashi and leaned into him. He felt so tired. He never knew how tired he was before; tired of killing, tired of fighting, tired of everything. But… being close to Kakashi felt good. He let his head fall on Kakashi's shoulder as he felt all anger and will to fight melt away. Silent tears ran down his cheeks. He finally felt at peace. All those years of suffering, all that pain… and now peace. Maybe creating a dream world wasn't the solution. Maybe he had given up on the real world too easily. He taught he had lost everything, so he was blind to the things he still had. Obito squished Kakashi a little closer.
"I want to go home, Kakashi."
"Yeah. Let's go home, Obito" Kakashi answered.
Kakashi slowly stroked Obito's hair as his best friend cried at his shoulder. He felt Obito's grip tighten around him.
"I want to go home, Kakashi." Obito said.
"Yeah." The first, genuine smile since before his father's death made its way up Kakashi's face. "Let's go home Obito."
I will never let you go again, he promised himself.