The sun was slowly beginning to fall, turning the bright, blue sky milky, gray. A soft breeze blew across the tall grass and into the darkening woods. Tiny day critters scurried into their homes, away from the growing shadows and the rising tension of a storm. There was a sudden crash and a light roar of distant thunder, the two sounds actually separate from each other.
A tree shook as a body was thrown hard against it, making another loud crashing sound. As quickly as the body hit the tree, it was pinned to it by another. Two sets of eyes stared intensely into the other's. Two red and two black, but not paired together. The white-haired man did not struggle against the tree, he already knew he could not move. The older man sensed the other's realization of weakness and grinned.
"How does it feel to lose, Kakashi," the dark-haired man gloated.
The copycat ninja's eyes narrowed, "who said anything about this being over?"
But Kakashi still didn't move, he could already see what would happen if he did and decided to wait for an opening to attack.
"Pinned down and nowhere to go," the other joked, completely enjoying this moment, "times sure have changed, haven't they?"
"You gained an ego," Kakashi threw in, "I thought you couldn't get any shittier than you were before."
A grin formed under the mask of the copycat ninja, as he felt his words strike home plate. This could be his chance, he knew his old rival was about to lose his cool.
"What?" The other spat, thunder roared louder in the background.
"I'm just saying," Kakashi added with a shrug, "you're not that impressive, Obito."
The other fumed, not able to think of anything witty to throw back, because he knew Kakashi could beat him in this game. But then an idea came to him and he grinned devilishly.
"Well, at least I don't have to hide underneath a mask."
This caught the white-haired man off guard.
"Hmm, seems you really have something to hide, don't you? Afraid to show others what you really look like?"
Kakashi stiffened, but before he could say anything in his defense, a hand was already reaching out towards his face.
"Oh, whoa... no!"
The copy ninja fought back.
"Just. Let. Me see!"
Obito growled out as they fought against each other for the mask. It seemed the reason for their fight was quickly forgotten over Obito's long lasting curiosity to see under the other's mask. Kakashi was still pinned to the tree, but he did all he could to keep his old teammate's hands away. Obito just couldn't reach, but he wasn't about to lose.
Teeth flashed suddenly before Kakashi's eyes as he watched the other snag his mask above his nose. With all his might, Obito pulled back his head, with their arms still locked in struggle. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air, somehow sounding louder than the thunder above their heads. Obito spat out the cloth and turned back to face the other.
Kakashi would be ashamed of himself later for freezing up, but this was an odd situation, he never even dreamed of happening.
"... whoa..." Obito stuttered out, staring back at the other's shocked face. But now it was his whole face, besides where a few shreds of cloth still hung.
Kakashi managed to pull himself out of his daze from what just happened and began to struggle, his face turning red in embarrassment.
"Oh, man... Kakashi, I see now why you wear that mask," Obito grinned, "you're smoking hot."
The copy ninja tensed and turned even darker red, "Obito!"
With little effort, the dark-haired man pinned Kakashi's arms above his head. The struggling stopped and Obito held the other's hands in place with one of his. Taking his other hand, now free, he gently placed it on Kakashi's face.
The copy ninja's eyes widened, his face flush red. It felt so strange to him, his face open to the cool rainy air, but also a soft, warm hand was pressed against it. That was only half of it, his hands were now pinned above him and his old rival was standing before him, staring straight at him, almost into him. Before Kakashi could reflect on anything more, lips were pressed forcefully against his. The warm hand still against his cheek, pulled him closer, deepening the passionate moment he never expected, ever!
Obito pulled away as light rain began to fall. He stared back at a flustered man, half stuck in confusion and embarrassment, but also he could sense a hint of lust coming from him.
Kakashi didn't realize his arms were free till he felt himself collapsing; he was badly wounded, tired, and completely emotionally exhausted.
"Kakashi" the older man cried out over the thundering sound of heavy rain, that suddenly started to pound down on them. He picked up Kakashi and wondered what in the world he was going to do now.