A/N: I should probably mention that a bit of this narrative is non-chronological but the chapters themselves are. Not exactly flashback shit, but kind of is. Basically; we are at point C, but the characters themselves will be thinking of how they got through point A and B. Yeh.
I might have overdone it on the italics in this chappie but we can all kind of agree that Obito is an expressive boy? Right?
dancer
chapter two
con·fi·dant
(n.)
Yuko was annoying in the way that she liked to hound Obito for things that didn't even matter.
Like now, as she stared down at him like they were ten again. They weren't. They were twenty-three. But she didn't take that into consideration, did she? No, she treated him like she was his mother or something, and he was some dorky kid like in the past. Yet he had changed, even she could admit to that! He was so much cooler now.
Especially now that he had three little genin to look up at him as if he were some sort of god. Man, if only she wasn't always so…serious. Just like Kakashi—the two were practically made for each other! Not that he was complaining about that, it gave him more of a chance with Rin anyway. The only real problem was that they danced around the fact that they were obviously into each other, acting as if everyone around them was too stupid to figure it out.
Yuko and Kakashi sure were weird.
She snapped her fingers in front of him, abruptly drawing him from his thoughts as he scowled up at her, "What did I do this time!?"
"Don't even get me started," Yuko started, inhaling a quick, angry breath before continuing, "because if you do, you will immediately find out that I don't mess around. I don't forgive, and I do not forget."
Obito shied away from her even when knowing that she wouldn't hurt him—Yuko was almost strange in the way that she would never fight against him. Getting a spar out of her was like finding the hidden mysterious of the world; impossible and better left to other people with more interest in it.
"Come on, Yuko-chan," Obito started, drawing his lips out into a pout, "I don't even know what you're going off about here. At least throw me a bone!"
"You know what you did," she maintained with a sniff before lifting up a piece of paper written in his messy handwriting. Squinting over it, he paled when he recognized it for what it was.
Oh yeah, that.
"I was a joke! Not anything serious, promise! Kakashi wouldn't even think anything of it, my genjutsu was a weak one."
"I don't care if it was because of a joke. Other people see this and think that I like Kakashi!" Yuko grounded out, voice raising up into a whine. Obito looked around himself as he felt a bead of sweat slip down his face. Oh, man, oh man. How was he gonna get out of this situation? She'd maul him to death at this point.
Yuko was not the type of person to whine; she yelled, shouted, and groaned but she never let herself retreat into a grown that she often criticized as being a sign of weakness. But there her voice was, rising up a few octaves at the end, her words blending amongst each other like her arguments were getting weaker and weaker the more she spoke.
Oh yeah, she definitely had the hots for that bastard.
Obito desperately looked around himself, searching for a means of escape after being forced to look upon the dumbass love letter he'd written on the behalf of Yuko when he was a tad bit too drunk to think straight. Now he was regretting trying to impress Rin with his ability to hold his liquor—which he obviously couldn't and only showed proof on how he was an idiot.
"I don't think it's that bad," Obito murmured, taking a never step back as she merely followed after him.
"My mother," she started, rolling her eyes, "my mother! She asked me if I was seeing Kakashi without letting her know. You, of all people, should know what that means!"
Yes, he knew—kind of.
Usually when Yuko went on about her parents it was when she was under the influence and eventually would be dragged away by Kakashi. Obito always felt a little bit uncomfortable when she did it; when she talked about the somewhat abusive relationship she had with her parents when she was younger, mixed with talk about how her parents had changed, that her uncle had talked to them about her occupation and cleared up the misunderstanding.
Obito thought he must have been uncomfortable for the pure reason, well, the only reason was that he thought that he, and of course his teammates and her own, were her family. A much bigger and happier one.
Although he'd only gotten close with her after she'd saved his life, and eventually Rin's, well, Obito talked with Yuko. Like, he actually managed to share things that he had kept to himself for most of his life. She would let him into her apartment and make him tea, then she'd smile over at him and would let him talk while she actually listened.
But that didn't change the fact that Yuko was a pretty crazy person—she got angry over stupidest stuff. Like Kakashi and her mom, who didn't even deserve to be around Yuko. She was crazy in the way that she always forgave them, her parents, like they hadn't completely scarred her for life. It made him feel bad every single time she talked about them.
He just wanted Yuko to be happy like he was.
Obito found himself sighing and slumping forward as he looked up at her with a glum expression, "Sorry, you can kick my ass if it makes you feel better."
Seeming to sense the change in him, Yuko calmed down and instead gave him a small, weak smile, "I bet you were drunk, weren't you?"
"Smashed," Obito admitted, tone turning extravagant, "I suffer for the woman I love."
Yuko's grin widened at that as she softly rubbed her knuckles across his arm, "You're dumb."
"Not as dumb as you are!" Obito shouted with a laugh, and of course it was a legendary battle that broke out in a not-so-quiet morning spent inside his apartment.
He really needed to find better locks for his room, this could not keep happening.
