A/N: This might be the beginning of a series of shorts or it might be a one-shot/drabble. I'm not quite sure, but thanks so much for reading! Angst.
the crow
by vernajast
kakashi x obito
(you wake up a stranger to yourself, then learn to live with it,
sit in the clothing til you fill out the figure)
You learn to do it as a toddler—insert one leg into trousers, pull, insert another leg into trousers, pull—and yet, the morning after, this is the hardest part.
As long as you lie in bed staring at the ceiling with the eye you stole, you won't have to acknowledge it: the sunlight, the sounds of the village waking up, life moving on.
How can it...after this?
Weeks pass, a year. Trousers become the slick, pale bones of an ANBU ghost, but you still put them on the same way every morning, leave them piled in a bloody heap every night.
At the functional level, nothing has changed.
Somehow, you wish that it would.