Title: OMAKE: For You My Father

Rating: G

Warnings: Family Fluff, Faint Angst, Father's Day Fic, Chakra Hypersensitivity, Canon-Insert

Pairings: Uchiha Family, Platonic Kakashi/Obito

Summary: A certain day that once celebrated fathers rolls around and I find myself considering things once lost and things gained. I decide, that I need to show my Otousan that I care for him and that he's appreciated. To do this right I enlist some help.

Disclaimer: I don't even own the date, I only own my characters nothing more and nothing else.

Notes: I miss you daddy. But here, for all those father's out there. Know that you can be just as important as mothers... And kids, go give your father figure a hug, let them know that you appreciate them.

This was originally posted on the sixth of September.


I stare blankly out across the empty field. It's the first Sunday of September, a day that still gives me a faint ache. Normally I would be able to ignore it, except considering the world. It's cruel. So I sit and stare blankly out across the field watching flower petals as they're torn free by the wind and tossed up into the air.

Father's Day.

It's always been just that touch painful. Here in Ikioi there's no such thing as Father's Day, or Mother's Day, but, but I remember both dates and it hurts. It hurts so much because here I have new parents, have had them for six years now. But I've still never quite accepted that. I close my eyes and toss my head back feeling the breeze as it plays with my bangs. It's so strange really, and I blink my eyes back open.

What should I do? This day holds meaning, if only to me. I stare up at the clouds, gazing at them and thinking. Considering the world really, is it any wonder that most of the Nara tend to cloud watch? It's a good way to relax and think about things. Yet at the same time, tears bite at the edges of my eyes and I squeeze them shut.

Emotions, I've never really been good with them. Not in either of my lives thus far. In my first one my coping method was my writing, push all my emotions into it. Into words, all my sadness, anger, fear, disgust and happiness into stories that would last long after I was gone. And lock them away when other people tried to look and see. In this one, I mostly deal by breaking down, clinging to what I can handle and then ultimately running away when I'm overwhelmed.

"Dad..." the english word is barely a breath on the wind especially as it's followed by a question "what do I even do?" so quiet, always quiet because it hurts. Even speaking this familiar language that once filled my ears and was natural. Normal. It hurts. Hearing footsteps I turn my head slightly and spot a familiar head of silver hair. "Kaa!" I sit up with a forced smile on my face and he peers at me.

"Obito?" he seems a bit bewildered. Probably wondering what I'm doing out here in an empty field covered in flowers. It's not even a training ground, just a random clear field. "Is there a reason you're out here?" he sits down beside me and I fold my hands into my lap, staring down at them. At the single flower that I seem to have plucked at some point that's held between them. "Kyoko-san and Netsu-san are looking for you!" he doesn't sound so much disapproving as much as he sounds deadpan. He couldn't have less emotion in his voice if he tried.

"Kaa?" I look at him my brow furrowing and lip trembling. He looks alarmed, which in all honesty I don't blame him for. My emotions are peaking, and I don't know how to cope, or what to do. My old father's dead, was dead before I ended up here. And the holiday's not celebrated here, yet the meaning's still there. "Kaa!" tears actually do spill out now and I bow my head the flower clasped in one hand as my other raises to wipe away the tears.

Only Kakashi's hand beats mine there. I sniff and look up at him through my fringe, lip still trembling, more tears ready to spill. I hurt, but this is an emotional hurt because I want my father. My original father, and at the same time... I want my Otousan. My body's shaking and Kakashi sighs his eyes softening because he seems to understand. He always seems to understand, and it's strange but nice.

I sniff again a few more tears trailing down my cheeks before I shift. The wind blows just that touch harder for a moment and I blink watching petals dance between us. It's strange, because this is naturally how Autumn begins, but at the same time. I'm used to September being springtime. Time for new growth, it's strange how my mind still defaults to what I remember from my old life at least half of the time.

Yet, the autumn blooming flowers seem to be the prettiest here. Might be just me though. Then again, even back in my original life I loved to see the flowers that sprung up for the brief time in autumn before winter set in. I was always an Autumn child after all, even if now I'm a Winter child. It's a strange difference.

"Kaa..." my voice is soft as I follow the path of the petals as they swirl up into the air. Kakashi's birthday is in two weeks, I remember that. But right now that's not my focus as I finally turn to face him again. My hands winding together, that flower still clasped in one. "Kaa! Kaa!" a smile spreads over my face and he tilts his head kind of like a dog. "Ooo! Uooo!" I wave my arms around and try to explain to him, that I want his help.

He get's it. And I smile.

For an hour we sort of idle around the village. Because I'm not entirely sure what I really want to do beyond something nice for Otousan. I don't even know what Otousan will really enjoy either. Kakashi seems happy enough to just follow me around until I think of something. Which takes me a while, because I admittedly never really paid that much attention in the previous years to what my parents enjoyed and didn't enjoy. I was too busy freaking out and still adjusting to actually accepting them.

To being Obito.

Finally I think of something and light up grinning as I practically dash forwards. Kakashi quickly follows me, bemused especially since I pretty much lead him in a circle. Because I end up overshooting my initial goal. I don't really have any money, so it's not to shop that I enter the building but more to observe. And consider, baskets. Which make Kakashi raise a single brow, yet he doesn't really question it. Which I can almost appreciate.

Weaving is weird really, I remember attempting it once in my previous life, but here I'm observing the results. And then, once I'm sure that I know what I'm looking at and for I turn and run right back out of the store leaving Kakashi behind. It's not exactly something that makes sense really, but I head home. Where Okaasan is sitting at the table. I blink momentarily confused, before Kakashi just kind of poofs into existence behind me.

Otousan isn't anywhere in the area. Which, I'm almost pleased by. Since it won't be a surprise if he knows or sees me getting it ready. I hold a finger up to my lips and close my eyes when my okaasan looks over confused before I drag Kakashi down to my room. It's covered practically wall to wall with paper, some of it with words and patterns inked on most of it blank, or with sketchy pictures.

Kakashi pauses in the doorway, with wide, wide eyes. I ignore him, digging around to find something. Which, well it's a wonder that I'm ever able to find anything in this room really. I probably need to sort through all the loose paper again. Eventually I do find what I'm looking for and I triumphantly wave it around in the air much to Kakashi's bemusement. Especially when I turn and grin at him.

"Kaa! Kaa!" My smile drops momentarily and I tuck the book under my arm before bounding back towards where Okaasan is sitting and watching. I hold up the book, which she raises a brow about. I make one of my weird sounds trying to explain what I want and she snorts seemingly amused, before raising from her spot.

"So that's where my cookbook went." she's definitely amused and I frown in annoyance. Mainly because that's not the point that I want to make. "Obito, which do you want me to make!" I whine, because I don't want her to make it, I'm going to make it. She smiles at me as I open the book and find the recipe that I want and Kakashi wanders over, face completely neutral.

"Maa, maa Kyoko-san. I'm pretty sure that Obito wants to do this one!" he says in that annoying I know stuff that you obviously don't voice. I peer up at him over the book, eyes half-lidded in a deadpan stare. "But we probably will require some help." he admits as I put the book down open to the right recipe. I grin and Okaasan smiles down at me before ruffling my hair.

"Well then, let's get to work."

When we eventually finish cooking, and preparing the kitchen looks only slightly better than a disaster zone. Surprisingly, some skills actually do seem transferable across lives. I'm not half-bad at cooking, when I actually try. It's just Kakashi is not someone who you ever want in the kitchen. Ever, I glare at him as we begin washing the cooking utensils as Okaasan packs away what we've cooked into the picnic basket that I had pulled out from where it was stashed.

Which I hadn't even really been aware that we'd had one, beyond a faint feeling. It's a relief in a way. Because that means that my plan is actually somewhat viable, now to see if I can convince Kakashi to drag out his father as well. Because really this is a day for fathers. And I smile as we finally finish up with the clean up before turning to Kakashi and clasping my hands together an eager smile on my face.

"Kaa! Kuu..." I give him my best pleading look and he huffs, hands moving onto his hips. He's not that impressed obviously, it might be because of the char marks in his hair though. Yeah, Kakashi's not that good in the kitchen at all. "Kaa..." I open my mouth again and draw the sound out as long as I can, which he lightly hits me for. "Kuu..." Kakashi rolls his eyes but I continue to insist and bug him, with added poking and eventually he sighs and walks off to get Sakumo-san.

I smile before tugging at Okaasan's sleeve. She seems to be overly amused by the entire situation. Once I'm sure that she's coming I dash out of the door and there's Otousan, who's watching Kakashi as he leaves. I smile and walk over to Otousan who snorts and ruffles my hair. Before he kneels down beside me.

"You okay?" he asks and I nod my head even as Okaasan moves to stand in the doorway behind me. I turn to her with a smile before I dart around and wave my arms a bit... I'm actually kind of half sure that there's some flour still in my hair really. Considering the amusement that my Otousan's eyes hold.

"Aaa!" I hum and turn around in a circle before running back and tugging at my otousan's arm. He follows easily enough more bemused than anything else. We end up meeting Kakashi and Sakumo-san about half way back to the field. Okaasan is carrying the picnic basket and I grin to see both Kakashi and Sakumo-san. "Kaa! Kuu!" I release Otousan's arm to go and dash over to them.

Kakashi treats my antics the same way that he usually does really. With acceptance and bemusement. And well, it's Kakashi. He can still be a bit of a socially awkward jerk, but we're still friends at this point. Because I'm one of the few who doesn't just think of him as a show-off and a conceited brat. Since he's not trying to show off, he's just doing things because he knows that stuff. And we both sort of stumble and fail at friendship in our own ways.

But, we understand each other at the same time. We understand when the other needs space, or silent support and it's a decent connection.

It reminds me faintly of a friendship that I had in my previous life. When everyone else was gone they were always there to give support in the only way that they knew how. In the way that they knew that I needed it.

I smile at him, not caring that he's amused by me. I look up at Sakumo and grab his arm dragging him along as well. Much to my parents amusement as I can hear Otousan's booming laughter even as Sakumo puts up protest. It's obvious though that he's only doing so because it's expected and I grin faint laughter echoing from my own mouth. Eventually we reach the field.

It the same one that Kakashi had found me in earlier. And he's able to recognise that if the glance that he throws me is any indication. I release Sakumo and run over to Okaasan, tugging at the basket and trying to carry it myself. I want to set up. She smiles softly as I pout before she sets it down in the grass and then we set up.

It's peaceful, the sky is clear and... And we're all together. Otousan, Okaasan, Kakashi, Sakumo-san and me... I close my eyes and allow the wind to toss my hair around. A smile brightening up my face. I open my eyes again and snatch a bowl of rice from off the blanket. Sakumo is absently chatting with Okaasan and Otousan seems quite happy to simply sit there.

It's a peaceful moment. A relaxing moment, one that I want to treasure forever really. Because, despite all my reservations. It's moments like these that I enjoy, will always enjoy. Moments spent with the people who I care about and who care about me. With nothing to worry about and everything ahead of us. I lean against my Otousan and he automatically pulls me into a side hug.

Kakashi looks away for a moment before awkwardly copying me. Much to Sakumo-san's apparent amusement. It's nice. I snuggle just that bit closer to Otousan and shove some rice into my mouth. It's not really a typical father's day I don't think... But it's enough for me, because I never really celebrated it before beyond getting my dad some presents or drawing pictures or well... It never really became a big thing in my previous life.

So here and now, while I remember the dates. It's something along the lines of things that I recall because they held importance to people around me. And because of what some of those people meant to me personally. It's strange really.

Strange because I'm strange. I hum happily kicking my feet out a bit as I look up at Otousan. He peers down at me, a soft smile on his own face. It's nice, and peaceful and these are the days of our lives. The days that make everything worth it. On his other side, if I peer closely I can almost see someone else. The original Obito who never existed. In these moments I can almost pretend that he exists and that he's my twin.

My smile faintly drops and I finish off the last little bit of rice before hopping up and plucking a few of the blooming flowers. I remember creating flower crowns in my last life, it's easy enough. Threading the stems together and then creating a circle. Kakashi simply watches, silent and happy by his own father. Okaasan is also watching, though more curiously.

As soon as I finish crafting the crown I grin and run back over to Otousan. Before reaching up and placing it, a bit lopsidedly onto the top of his head. Sakumo snorts from his place while I step back with a wide grin. Otousan's hand comes up to touch the flower crown and he smiles softly at me even as I close my eyes in joy. He tugs me into a hug and I feel rather than see Okaasan join in.

I snuggle into the hug, wrapping my own small arms around as much of my parents as I can. And, for a moment, I can feel another presence joining in the family hug. My eyes open back up, and momentarily I can see another familiar worn face and smile.

Dad! DAD! My original one, from my first life... Or the previous one that I remember, because really, surely it can't have been my actual first life. It's just statistically something that seems impossible. If I've been reincarnated in this way, then surely there have been previous times that I may have been reincarnated.

Surely.

I blink, and the face is still there. The figure of a father once loved and lost. I reach out with a single hand and the apparition disappears in a swirl of petals that spiral up. My parents shift and I sniff. A smile with tears. My chest feels warm, and full.

It's a good feeling.

I hum in happiness even as my parents loosen their grip and simply rest side by side. I'm on Otousan's lap, and... As we gaze out I can see that the sunlight is beginning to fade. The sunset is to our backs. Slowly Okaasan stands up, and I yawn. One hand coming to rub at an eye.

"Tou... Saa..." it hurts but the looks on their faces. It's a good feeling, even as I begin to cough from the jolt that my system goes through. Otousan picks me up and I rest my head against his shoulder. Kakashi is in Sakumo's arms and I weakly wave to them as we split to head home. "Naiiii..." I whine before closing my eyes.

And, it could be just a moment of wishfulness.

But, I think that I can feel someone else pet my head and run their fingers through my hair. I smile relaxing in Otousan's arms.

Today, despite it all, has been a good day.