Don't own Naruto.What to own it so Obito would never die.
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head
He's not Obito.
But, oh, they were so painfully similar.
And then back to the subject of Uchiha Obito.
And then there was the one big thing that Obito had drilled into Kakashi's mind. Teamwork. Friendship.
And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out
Kakashi ran, the wind blowing his silver hair. He ran back for his comrades. The darkness surrounding him grabbed at him and replayed Obito's words. He ran faster. He had to get to them. The fire in Obito's eyes had changed his mind.
The crybaby ninja wasn't crying. He was being courageous.
It was Kakashi now that looked like a fool. Once he found Obito, he jumped in and deflected a blow that would have destroyed him. Suddenly they were fighting air, and it was winning. When he dove in front of Obito again, he wasn't thinking he was just protecting his friend.
And this is where I went to school I wonder if it's too late
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life's better now then it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in
The pain in his eye was oddly worth the look on Obito's face. As the Sharingan shone from his eyes, Kakashi felt something strange run through him. He ignored it as the effects of his wounded eye. The actions played out, and Kakashi screamed as the rock fell on Obito. He sat up, pulling out of his dream.
He had fought hard after Obito's death, fighting to make him proud, and so that his eyes could see the future he spoke of in his dying words. The boy that had hated Obito had grown into a man that loved him, and could never have him.
After all he was in love with a memory. Kakashi adjusted his mask to cover his face and added his forehead protector. He took on last look at Obito's gift before pulling it down over his eye. He took his time getting ready. They could wait. Once he had finished, he started off. He passed the memorial stone and promised he would go by later.
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
One could easily see the similarities between both groups. Well, obviously Kakashi was easy to spot in both pictures, though if you took expressions alone, they looked like completely different people. Had it been a complete stranger, it would've seemed odd to them that it was the child version who looked more mature – annoyed, perhaps, but still mature – and the adult version…well, less adult.
Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down
We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel
The children and teachers of the pictures were what looked similar. The child Kakashi wore an expression very much like the black-haired Uchiha, Sasuke. Kakashi and Sasuke were both the geniuses of their teams. And both had very similar attitudes at the time.
Kim's the first girl I kissed Oh, oh, oh
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since god knows when
Oh, god, I
And then you had Rin and Sakura. Both the only girls, both the only truly happy-looking people in the picture, aside from the teachers, of course.The teachers both looked happy enough.
I miss that town If I could I relive those days
I miss the faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
I know the one thing that would never change
Closed eyes, hands resting on the heads of the two boys in both photos, wide smiles – well, in the Fourth Hokage's case, anyway. Couldn't exactly see Kakashi's mouth behind his mask. Still, judging from the what you could see of the silver-haired jounin's face, it seemed that he was probably grinning underneath his mask.
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
And then…
Spiky hair. Different colors, black and yellow, but very similar in shape. Glares directed towards the 'geniuses' of both groups. Large, wide collars.
Dropouts.
Losers.
Dead lasts.
Time and time again, Kakashi had to look hard at Naruto, very hard. The vivid yellow hair. The absence of goggles. The blue eyes. Everything that made Naruto different from Obito. Time and time again, Kakashi had to stare hard at the boy and remind himself over and over again…
He's not Obito.
But, oh, they were so painfully similar.
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me...And then back to the subject of Uchiha Obito.
And then there was the one big thing that Obito had drilled into Kakashi's mind. Teamwork. Friendship.