Blabla: trying my hand at writing Obito; it was harder than I expected, and I'm not sure I succeeded. I hope it doesn't suck too much.
A big thanks to KingSoren, as usual.
What if he was too far into the dream?
Obito tossed the question away and went on, kicking Kakashi neatly in his ribcage. His heart was spelling out love and friendship and his brain was whispering hatred and blood.
Bruised and ruined was Kakashi before him; Obito wanted not to care, not to give a damn about the red blotches covering his face or the blood coming out of his leg, reddening the bandages tightly wrapped around the copy nin's ankle.
He only wants to stitch you back together.
"Trash," Obito spitted out, and his heart cringed and his brain smiled in victory.