I don't own Naruto.
Non-canon
Rating: M (yaoi, language, slight smut, child abuse)
Warnings:
Obito-centric
AU
OOC characters
OC characters (does members of Obito family from my POV count as OC?, yes)
Smut - slight
Yaoi
Slight child abuse
Cracky theories
Crack pairings
About pairings so far:
No RinObi. Sorry.
KakaObi, definetly. Now bromance, sex comes later.
RinGenma (yup, Genma Shiranui)
And a slight mention of others, like AsuKure, MinaKushi etc.
And be forewarned. I haven't got a Beta Reader yet, so the whole story is revised only by me.
So far - after Kannabi Bridge incident Obito was saved by his ancestor - Uchiha Madara. Old man was planning to made our little guy a badass. Obito spent five years there. He managed to escape and reunited with Kakashi, Rin and three ANBU's.
Team 7 teamwork pays off.
Obito fainted from fagitue and have some family moments with his father. Naruto is scared of man-eating trees.
"You wanted to see your son." said one of medic-nin, pointing at sleeping, scarred young man. "His condition is stable, but he still screams during night.
He tried to open all windows, he blabbered something about lack of air, the rocks failing on him."
"He was caught in cave-in, when he was thirteen years old." replied Yoritomo. "No wonder he's got the post trauma syndrome."
Medic nodded.
"Are you sure?"
"I have to know."
Medic uncovered the sheets, revealing assymethrical body. From neck, to right foot. Extensive damage. Two mismatched halves, grey and natural skin colour.
Yoritomo turned his head away. No.
He can't look at it anymore.
That white substance was sustaining his life, somewhat giving him ability to use Mokuton and much more stamina than he can ever dream about. That confirmed his theory about Madara and Hashirama.
But, after all, there's only half of his son now. Hokage made him Jounin, but Yoritomo wasn't sure if Obito is able to undertake missions now. After their
fight with Kiri-nins boy wasn't able to move and Ibiki Morino carried him on his back almost the whole time. It's possible that his new limbs aren't used to that much strain like a fierce fight with elite ninja squad.
They fought four hours before the reinforcements arrive.
During that time Obito used once Great Fire Annihilation, a few Wood Release techniques, his Sharingan to came into Rin subconsciousness and few minor jutsus. He's go hit twice and gave part of his chakra to Kakashi. Too much part, but it's sure he hasn't used that Chakra Transfer Jutsu a lot. It's no wonder Obito fainted in the hospital. His son is still weak.
Yoritomo was curious if Obito is able of controlling his body every day. Phantom pains, narrow and thick spaces, lack of air. He might be afraid of that, he's already showed it before.
"Is he in constant pain?" asked dryly, putting his dusty and dirty hair in order.
"Most likely." replied doctor.
"Let's say he's used to it." said as it's obvious that every single ninja is capable of enduring massive amount of pain. Medic knew a few battlescarred ninjas with addiction to painkillers drugs. That children is one of the most crippled shiniobi he ever had seen and he had seen many things. Honestly, that boy should be dead.
"You aren't taking your son lightly."
"Tell me more about his innards. Scan him with medical ninjutsu." demanded flatly, changing the subject.
Medic nin looked at Yoritomo and scanned sleeping boy with his medical ninjutsu. That man was devoid of feelings? Obito saved Konoha twice and his body was like that because of damage caused by cave-in. Obito was still alive and moving after this accident and medic has to admit that old man who repaired him did a masterpiece work. He didn't know many good medic-nins capable of deal with so extensive damage. In front of it, Yoritomo doesn't give a single fuck.
"He should quit as a ninja. The damage is too serious. Half of his innards are artifictial, he has got shortened bowels and limited stomach capacity. His remaining organs can be insufficent. That Hashirama tissue is feeding him and protecting, too. The spine nerves are intact, chakra circulatory system, too. He sustained brain tissue injury. Senju cells are protecting that damaged area. Does he have personality disorders?"
"Uchiha are crazy, no exceptions. Paperwork, huh?"
"He would be nifty Jounin, but I strongly disadvise it."
"So be it."
"Let's move him back into my house." said after moment of silence. "He's got special powers and that has to remain in secret."
Yoritomo Uchiha was creepy man, definetly. He lost his whole family and still was so stone-hearted even after Obito's miraclous return. Rin Nohara was right about him. That man is really heartless or very good in hiding his emotions.
/
Later, when he come back home with unconscious Obito, secured the boy and put him to sleep, he opened all windows. Boy murmured something and Yoritomo felt sudden wave of strong emotions.
He remembered when Uchihas told him about Sandai's death.
Sandai was always weak, he told himself.
Obito failed him so many times.
That's because he's so weak, he told himself.
Obito died in Kusagakure.
Being ninja is dangerous work, he told himself.
He never acquired the Curse of Hatred, because he was too afraid to love. That's why he left his family after Obito's birth and threw himself into the maelstrom of assigments. He lost something more than his family.
And Yoritomo Uchiha finally snapped.
His jaw clenched and old Uchiha felt the strange feeling in his eyes. They were wet and tears were glistening here. He threw out a few of muffled sounds, similar to weeping.
He leaned against the wall, crying in silence.
"Otousan, are you here?" asked him soft voice of Obito. Yoritomo get up suddenly, but his son was falling asleep again, with the salivia dripped from right corner of his mouth.
He wiped out his tears, being ashamed with the moment of his own weakness.
"Yoritomo-san." silver-haired boy appeared behind him. Kakashi has been his guest for long time, he let the young Jounin come into his house every time, no matter what.
Yoritomo gently wiped the corner of Obito's mouth.
"Kakashi." looked at him blankly. After so long time, they understood each other perfectly. "I'll get some sleep."
/
/
Kakashi spent second, sleepless night sitting on the floor, next to Obito. He shivered and covered himself with blanket. Night was cold, but the subtle gusts of wind carried the fresh air. That constant flow of fresh air made Obito sleep well. When Kakashi tried to close the windows, Obito started to shift under his covers and moan quietly about lack of air.
Lack of air, narrow spaces and no contact. Two days ago he just fainted in Hokage's office, after the fight for Rin. After four hours of intense fight Obito's new body started to give signs of exhaustion.
Damn, during that skrimish Obito succesfully used Wood Release few times, with no less skill than Yamato and chakra-taxing Fire Release Technique, gave him part of his own strengh. Kakashi didn't know what to think about that. What to say to Obito? How to talk with him now. How to look at his face marred by battle scarring without reminding himself their last moments in that cave. Before everything changed.
"Kakashi?" asked him quiet voice. Mane of black hairs moved as young Uchiha turned his head into his direction. Dark eye traced Kakashi and the room he found himself in. He sniffed and after few seconds he tried to get up. Rin wrapped his two major injures into bandages, even if Hashirama cells gave Obito high healing factor. "It smells like my home."
"Be careful, Obito."
"It's night." said scarred boy instead, without looking at the window. "Fuck it, how long I was out?"
"You swear like a longshoreman." young Jounin yawned. "Long ago, you don't use such a bad language. You've been out for two days."
Obito shrugged and creeped out from under his covers. In the dim nightlight he looked at his long sleeping robe and chuckled. He was sitting on the futon mattress and gave Kakashi a meaningful glare.
"You spent that whole time with me?" asked him with bored voice, glaring meaningfully the whole time. Silver haired lowered his head and eyes. What's wrong? Young Uchiha didn't like that odd behaviour. Kakashi is evading his view?
"Yeah." replied quietly. Obito sat here in complete silence, with blank face. His meaningful glare was replaced by a vacant expression, as he was just scouting around the area, searching for something. He took three or four turns of it, before the attempt to get on his feet. Right leg first, then left leg. The corner of Obito's mouth twitched slightly when he flexed his left leg and finally stand up, on his own strengh.
"Thanks."
"Don't strain your wounds."
"Whoa, Kakashi." hissed Uchiha. "I'm not crippled ex-ninja."
With that words he walked rapidly into his closet direction, but he was in pain, indeed. Only twitching corner of his mouth and limping betrayed this. Obito opened the closet, just to found long pants and black shirt on the one of the shelves. Another one were empty. Then meddled in the sock drawer and brought out of there some underwear.
"It's night, as you said before." Kakashi took the pile of clothes from his hands. "I'm so sorry for treating you like a disabled person, I just... want to help you. To repay that debt."
Obito sighed. He felt strange urge to punch Kakashi for that, but he had to consider his best friend feelings, too.
"..."
Stood on the tips of his feet and tried to extend his arms. While speading his left shoulder, searing pain appeared there. Damn it, he strained his wound. His left arm winced and Kakashi saw it, because he reacted in a blink of an eye.
"Stubborn." murmured.
Scarred Uchiha chimed in and lowered his arm, but that only intensified pain form wound. Pain. He's used to it and it's okay.
"I need your help Kakashi." admitted reluctanctly, with undercurrent of cringe. "There's no way I can dress up all by myself."
After that confession he giggled. "Ibiki said that duirng last five years you had adored me. Do you still hail me as hero, the broken man who even can't dress himself up?"
"Does it hurt?"
"Living in that body like mine? Honestly? Like hell." he swung his left arm violently and smiled, despite the pain. He moved closer to Kakashi after that and shook his head. "I'm sorry for being such a stubborn fool. I've been weak always, no matter what I did. In my current state, I need some help but I feel cringy to think about asking for help again. My former sensei used to say that only strong ones don't beg for help."
"Don't feel ashamed, Obito. That way of thinking is wrong, I used to think like that before and to being such a jerk." Kakashi helped him put shirt. "There's nothing bad about it and I realized it thanks to you."
Kakashi helped him with putting on the rest of clothes. They're baggy and too big, but it was okay.
They spent rest of night together, with Obito staring mindlessly at the grave of his mother and sisters. In complete silence, Obito didn't say even a single word. That sudden change in his best friend behaviour was disturbing for Kakashi, but young Jounin didn't know either what to talk to scarred Uchiha. The scars reminded him non-stop about his past mistakes and Kakashi felt he couldn't look into Obito's face after that all happened. He was the trash and he didn't deserve his attention.
/
Next morning
/
Itachi saw them both from distance. He promised Kushina and his mother to take care of brats today morning. Everyone is very busy with return of Rin Nohara and Kakashi Hatake from Hidden Mist Village. Itachi heard about his older cousin sudden, miraclous return. He heard that Obito somewhat convinced Bijuu to cooperate with Rin and to leave Konoha in peace. Itachi wondered what happened to Obito. How he managed to survive? He heard something about Mokuton, too. But the only Mokuton user is in Konoha. Why he decided to return to Konoha after so many years? Five years, it's pretty long. Now Obito was in home, due to his battle injures and he may went out, soon. So far the only person who had seen Obito was his father and Kakashi.
"Stop playing dead, Nardo!" annoyed Sasuke looked at Naruto and yelled on him. Naruto dangled motionlessly over a tree branch and didn't react for Sasuke's anger. "Nardo!"
It's definetly him. He walked slowly besides Yoritomo, silent and collected on peeking on their surroundings. Turned his head gracefully and mane of black hair, similar to that one of Madara Uchiha, moved unruly. Heavily scarred half of face and half-closed, red eye peeked at him.
Obito Uchiha, his favourite cousin and one of few Uchihas he really liked. Besides Shisui, of course. That loud-mouthed dropout with dream becoming of Hokage, which never gave up. He had unfortune to be son of Yoritomo Uchiha, walking iceberg. Yoritomo always despises Obito greatly and didn't visit his grave an one, single time. Cold and unfriendly bastard, but good shinobi. Now, Yoritomo is avoiding looking at Obito. No, that's not disgust, just terrible remorse, even if Yoritomo appeared to be as flat as always.
Kakashi Hatake visited symbolic grave of Obito everyday, so Itachi knew that odd behaviour.
"Good morning, Yoritomo-san, Obito-niisan." bowed kindly to them and they bowed back.
Then he saw a smile. It's rather slightly raised corner of his mouth than the board smile that Itachi used to know.
"I'll follow my nindou, 'tousan." murmured into his father direction. Yoritomo nodded and went his way, leaving them alone. That voice was quiet, but has changed a lot. "You shoot up, 'tachi."
Itachi and Sasuke were alike, except their hairstyle and heigh. They wore blue shirts with Uchiha clan symbol on their backs, dark blue pants and ninja sandals. Itachi had a ponytail and his younger brother hairstyle is difficult to define.
"Obito-niisan" he kneeled down on this words and then hugged him tightly. "I missed you so much."
"So did I." Obito arms are stronger now, but his body seemed to be unnatural, at least that cold, wet feeling from his right, damaged site. Rhytmic heartbeat and humming sounds of heart on his left side indicates that Obito is still alive. "More than you could possibly imagine, 'tachi. Oh, that's your little brother. He likes Naruto, doesn't he?"
"Nardo is an idiot." sulked Sasuke with crossed arms. "That's not truth, one-eyed creep. You're not that Obito I've heard about."
Naruto grinned, then sat on a tree branch and looked intriqued at them. Obito and Itachi finished their hugging time and leaned against the tree stump.
"Obi-Tobi?" asked Naruto. "He's the dead hero my father is talking about all the time. He couldn't save him and he had many nightmares about it."
Obito clenched his teeth. Fuck Madara. Damn him, if he was able to kill his sensei, why he didn't act earlier? Why now? He's late, indeed. If only he was the better one, his earlier return could save many people from suffering.
"He's an Uchiha, you idiot. Uchiha with one eye, who claims to be Obito." Sasuke sighed. "My older brother believes him, so he's that hero your father is talking about. He teached my brother how to poke foreheads and say 'sorry, maybe next time'. I hate it! 'tachi-niisan soon will do some super-duper secret stuff and he couldn't play with us so freely as now, Nardo."
Scarred Uchiha gave a muffled sound, sounding like something between chuckle and snort. Naruto wore orange shirt with symbol of village on it, blue pants, ninja sandals and goggles. His old, orange one.
"I'm sorry, I'm late, 'tachi." then he looked into their direction. "You've got a plenty time until the Floral Festival." hummed Obito to them. It's early spring and during that time the next ANBU trials will take place. He doesn't hear much about them, except they're pretty hard.
"Floral Festival?" asked Naruto. "Itachi, you're going to be a monk then? 'kaasan said that it's monk and flowers festival."
Obito rolled his eye. Son of Minato is lovely boy, but a blockhead. Damn, he used to be the same. Naruto laughed loudly.
"Tobi, repeat it, please! That thing you've done before with your eye!"
Itachi delved through his pocket while Obito did another eye trick, much to Naruto amusement and Sasuke annoyance.
"Sorry, Obito-niisan." said Sasuke. "You're idiots with Naruto, both of you. And you're not scary at all."
Older Uchiha waved his hand in confusion, yet he was glad to hear that words from younger son of Fugaku-sama. Children are known by telling the truth, outspoken little brats.
"Sasuke, I'm hungry. Buy three dangos and some tea for us, maybe one ramen for Naruto. I'll show special jutsu to the fastest one."
"I'll teach you the eye trick, Naruto." promised Obito. Naruto smiled, jumped down the tree and ran with Sasuke, sticking tounge at each other. They laughed loudly, yelling something. "Your little brother is really lucky and he'll miss all the fun he has with you for sure."
"I'm not doing this for fun, Obito." murmured quietly.
"Sorry, I didn't mean that." they started their slow walk. "I'll keep my mouth shut, 'tachi."
"How did you?"
"Isobu?" raised his head and smiled lightly. "Bijuu needs some love and understanding, too."
"So they're not mindless beasts after all. Only few were able to restrain Bijuus."
"Minato-sensei said that recently only one Jinchuuriki could cooperate with it's Bijuu completly. I'm pretty sure that restraining the Bijuu isn't the best way to be with the Tailed Beast on good terms. Hashirama did it for the Ninja World, Madara sought power with it."
Itachi looked at him. He had to feel the hatred within his words.
"Madara is dead."
"He should be dead long ago. He saved my life, 'tachi and gave me all his power and knowledge just to made me his faithful follower, as his direct descendant." shrugged. "If he wouldn't do one thing to me, I'll be lost forever in the Curse of Hatred."
"Curse of Hatred?"
"That's why I'm late. I'm an insane descendant of Madara, after all." after few seconds he decided to change the subject. Thinking about his former mentor and other stuff related is painful. "As for Uchiha, Sasuke is talkative one."
"Sasuke blabbered out, he's becoming just like Naruto."
Obito laughed.
"Kushina didn't have any problems during childbrith?"
"No, thanks to Hokage-sama." they enjoyed the sun. "Everyone said that he's much like you. And you are suprisingly unfitting as for loud-mouthed dropout."
Scarred man chuckled bitterly.
"Sometimes I wish to be that loud-mouthed dropout. They were alive in those d..." his voice cracked. "In those days, everything were just fine."
Closed his eye and smiled widely but he can't pretented everything is allright the whole time.
"Obito?"
"I watched their dead bodies floating in the river. Then I started to hate myself." murmured with his unusuall, dark tone. "I didn't lose my nindou and I'm not going to change it. Thanks to you, I endured my worst moments."
"You should throw it out."
"Not now, 'tachi. Maybe later." he doesn't poke his forehead. "I'm not in mood yet and someone can overhear our conversation."
"You'll fit there."
"Huh?" asked suprised. "Why so suddenly?"
"Naruto is wonderful one. He make me to believe more in the others, no just in myself." Itachi smiled.
"Other Uchihas don't like him. They're so unfriendly for him. It's just because of his father, huh."
Itachi nodded.
"Yeah. Kakashi, too. My father doesn't like when I hang out with them, but he accepted Naruto at least."
"Distrust." mumbled Obito. "The clan don't trust the village anymore. So that's why."
He touched fresh piece of paper in his safe pocket.
"What are you talking about?"
Pale hand showed him a piece of paper. His Jounin promotion document. Itachi furrowed his eyebrows.
"Maybe I'm a little paranoid."
Every single piece started to fall into it's place. That riddle is almost resolved, thanks to his older cousin.
"They don't promote Jounins everyday. Getting into ANBU is extremly difficult."
"My innards don't work properly. I'm afraid, I can't eat that dango."
"You have to. They already bought it."
"We're shinobi. I didn't fully realize the problem until now, 'tachi." shrugged, maybe too fiercely. "As for Sharingan belonging to Kakashi, no."
"Are you serious? As long as Kakashi uses it's powers for good purpose."
"It's relative term."
Naruto danced aroud them.
"Hey, snails!" jumped thrice. "We've got your food and we're going to eat it now, slow ones!"
Obito blinked once.
"Hey, I'm not slow one!"
"Nardo, Tobi sounds so childlishly. You're just a big baby, you know?"
"Shut up, Sasukeh, dattebayo!" then blinked many times and looked at Obito. "Tobi, you've got only one eye. My mother told me yesterday scary story about masked man with only one Sharingan who creeps into Uchihas houses at night and steals their eyes."
"Who knows?" asked spooky voice behind his back. Naruto yelled in horror and jumped into Sasuke arms.
"What was that?" Naruto looked around, but saw nothing. Sasuke shook his head with resignation and Obito with Itachi enjoyed their dango and tea. "Sasuke, I swear there's someone behind my back!"
"Shinobi has to keep his promises, right?" asked Obito, sipping his tea.
"Yes!" Naruto chimed in with enthusiasm. "Hey, Tobi you promised to show special trick to the fastest one!"
"Yeah." grumped Sasuke. "Nardo, I just let you win."
"Stop calling me that!"
"Listen, brat." Naruto eyes went wide. Tobi was really fast one, when he appeared just out of nowhere in front of him. "Yeah, I promised you and I won't get back my word. I've showed it twice to you, Naruto. Why? Because you're just like my younger version."
Poked his forehead.
Naruto frowned.
"Twice? I don't get it, Tobi."
"You'll get it right soon." ruffled his hair.
"Body Flicker Technique." murmured Sasuke, too quiet for Naruto to hear it. "Tobi, don't scare Nardo when that idiot is close to me. He jumped on me, that's so weird and creepy."
Obito couldn't help it and snorted. Both of them were adorable.
"You're adorable, both of you." looked at the sky. He had to visit Minato-sensei, too. Do some groceries, laundry, visit Rin and Kakashi. And maybe pay a short visit to creepy Ibiki.
Both of them protested.
"I'll call you adorable cuties, just because you called me Tobi. I'm not Tobi. I'm Obito."
Naruto laughed, seeing his right corner of mouth twitching.
"You shooted into Sasuke arms because you're lil' scaredycat." poked both Naruto and Sasuke foreheads and jumped next to the nearest tree. "See you around."
Tree bark melted together with his body and after a few seconds Obito completly disappeared, merging with the tree.
"TOBI!" cried Naruto and started to deliver the kicks and hits to the tree. "THAT TREE JUST ATE HIM! GIVE TOBI-NIISAN BACK!"
/
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Back at home, Obito decided to look into mirror again. He doesn't like them and in that rusty hole with Madara he hasn't seen any. Zetsus hasn't been helpful, never-ever. Madara sometimes forced him to look into his own reflection in the water and mocking him, said that he's a insane half-plant monster.
Today, he feels searing pain in his facial scarring. Dull sensation from damaged nerves endings. It starts under his right eye, where Madara replaced his scraped skin with Hashirama cells and ends under his jaw. He's lucky today, because he's sparred from burning pain from somewhere between his real body and attached white substance.
"Obito."
His father's voice coming from outside. Yoritomo doesn't look at him anymore. At first moment Obito was sure that's because of his disgusting body and poor performance as a ninja. Later, he was able to define it. Yoritomo seemed to be just like Kakashi. And Kakashi was guilty stricken guy, unable to look into his face, into his eye. Everything is understable in case of his best friend - Kakashi has got emotions, he's pretty affectionate Jounin. Everyone, but not Yoritomo. He hadn't show any emotions except scorn, deep shame and animosity. What is that, some fucking play? What does his father say by that odd behaviour?
"Otousan, what kind of game are you playing with me?" pushed the sliding door, finding himself face to face with Yoritomo. Older Uchiha evaded his meaningful glare and looked at the space behind him.
"There's nothing wrong in playing ninja games." said emotionless voice.
"It's unlike you to call my name, 'tousan." flicked his unruly hair, tried to rule over the mess on his head. "What is it? What do you want from me, 'tousan?"
"My Karotousen is dirty." throwed long, red-hilted katana in a simple, black mantle. Obito catched it. "Polish it up. To a high gloss."
"Thanks, 'tousan. There's one more thing."
"What is that?"
"Look at me. Don't avoid me anymore, that won't change a thing. I'll stay that way forever and you just gave me your beloved weapon." his father blinked twice and looked at him. "Tell me, 'tousan. Do you fell guilty?"
"Just clean that sword." turned away from him.
"Fine!" shouted into his back. "You can't escape from this, 'tousan! Aren't you fed up with that live full of fleeing from your mistakes? First, our mother. Second, our beloved twins. Third, me. Believe me, you can't escape from this."
Obito blinked once, then twice. He saw his Sharingan reflection in the mirror. The Mangekyou is still sealed by Madara, but it's better that way. The pinewheel pattern reminded him always about his past mistakes. He made so many of them. And being crushed by rock is rightful punishment for what he had done before.
Now he would always remember to think before doing something utterly stupid. That scars and loathsome body and pain caused by that damn Senju shell were life-long reminders. He won't escape that.
"What do you know about it, Obito?"
"That sword is perfectly polished." looked at the blade. "You're lucky one, father. You had never experienced the Curse of Hatred. You hadn't been forced to face it's effects by yourself."
Yoritomo tensed. Looked at his son with an angle of eye and lowered his shoulders, resigned. Obito is right, just he didn't want to see and accept that the child he always demeed as failure could be right when his father is wrong.
"I'll give you that." said with cold voice.
"It's hard to admit that some half-dead failure is right, huh?" smiled menacingly and handed him a Karotousen. "It belongs to you, anyway."
Yoritomo dabbed the red hilt and contradicted with shooking his head. Obito leaned against the wall with folded arms and sword between them and rolled his eye. Suddenly he noticed the swift movement of his father hand and pulled back in an instant and took deffensive stance. He used to being beaten up often by Yoritomo as a child. Yoritomo used to attack him in the most unexpected moments and then bashing him for being beaten up. Now it's clear. That was the way father wanted to learn him something useful, with poor effect.
"You're not half-dead failure, Obito." touched his left shoulder and gave him approving glance.
The pain from the fresh wound is still strong so Obito winced slightly, just to feel additional, searing pain from strained scar tissue. In a matter of seconds Yoritomo appeared just in front of him and grabbed him in awkward way.
"Huh?" asked quizzically and realised that his father hasn't hugged anyone before. "Ugh, 'tousan. It's unlike you, to be so kind to me. It gaves me creeps, you know."
Without a second though, Obito spread his folded arms and hugged Yoritomo. Ninja shouldn't do that. Ninja are supposed to be serial killers, no serial, emotional and sentimental huggers.
"I've lost you once, Obito."
A/N: Enjoy!
