Hello everybody, sorry I haven't been updating more often, but in order to make it up to you, I'm putting two chapters up today! Thanks for waiting, I'm really sorry. I just got a new job and they've been giving me a lot of hours, so I haven't had much of a winter break, and I got sick recently too, which really sucked. Anyway I should probably shut up about the excuses. Thanks so much for the reviews as always I really enjoy reading them and I hope you like the next couple of chapters!

On their way home in the storm, Obito took it upon himself to decide that they ought to have a celebration commemorating their newly reincarnated friendship. Kakashi had accepted, taking into account that for another two months at least they would have absolutely nothing better to do except for perhaps playing shogi together and watching as fellow teammates went off into an exciting mission while they sat alone in their punishment figuring out where their rent would be coming from. Well, that was mainly a problem for Obito, still being a chunin and all, the paycheck was barely enough generally to get through a month. Kakashi on the other hand figured he was set for a while due to his ANBU pay being relatively high and his jounin paygrade almost as good. The problem was dealing with the boredom, and figuring out how they would celebrate their reunion as friends. They had resolved to buy each other gifts and meet at Obito's new apartment, since Kakashi hadn't been by it yet.

The morning before the celebration, a very tired Obito sat up in his bed, it was ten in the morning at least he was able to sleep in. But it had mean that he would end up training in the heat of the day which was far less desirable. Slowly and lazily he stalked out of bed and made his way to his small little fridge and pulled out some leftovers he presumed were still good. It was after all what he'd be living off of for a while. Maybe during one of his treks to help the old people they might lend him a little bit of food, or he could offer to do some heavy labor for them and offer half the price of a D-rank gennin mission. He felt himself cringe at the idea, but his pocket book wasn't exactly giving him much choice.

The raven haired boy made his way to the low set table on the floor as he began devouring the simple, cheap, and non-nutritious breakfast. He stared at the wall before him the entire time his and as his brain began to function in the light of morning and waking up he began to conceive of an idea for a gift for Kakashi.

An hour later, the Uchiha had set out into the crowded streets of Konoha to find the perfect gift for his stoic friend. It was a long and hard process; many times he found that his cat shaped wallet couldn't afford the things being sold. And after nearly two hours of trekking the Uchiha was ready to give up and buy a cheap souvenir. Why he'd waited this long to buy Kakashi a present in the first place was beyond him, though it was fairly typical for the Uchiha boy to do things last minute. As he wandered the streets in despair suddenly he came across a man sitting in front of a book store hollering to passers-byres to come buy a book personally signed by him. Curious and bored, Obito walked over to the man to review what it was. The man seemed elated as the boy came over. He was old, with too long white hair and a wart on the side of his nose. His Hitai-ate was not a symbol of Konoha but something about a Mountain of Nioboku…

"Wait a minute how old are!?" the man cried out just as the boy was getting ready to review one of his books.

"I'm fifteen!" Obito said, unsure why his age mattered that much to the old man.

The old man frowned in despair, "Well it's an R-18 read only."

R-18…Obito wondered he didn't put the book down immediately, instead he studied the cover, it was a bright orange book with a man indignantly chasing a woman down called Make Out Paradise… he was about to put the book down when suddenly an outlandish idea came to mind, what if he did give this to Kakashi? An obvious smut novel to a stoic kid…he wondered how Kakashi would react to it.

"I'm not buying it for myself," he replied quickly, "It's for a friend! We're errr…celebrating his eighteenth birthday, and err…"

The old man leaned forward, "My dead ass, move on, this isn't for kids."

"Okay, so maybe I was lying but I swear it's not for me! It's for my friend! Look, I don't' have money for anything else! Please, take pity on me, it's just one book, and besides it doesn't even look like you've sold any anyway old man! Okay, wait, I'll make you a deal, I'll buy the book for full price, and then…I'll trim your lawn too! And do any other chores you want done around your home! I have plenty of references!" Obito begged.

The old man looked around carefully, "alright fine, but it's only if you promise not to tell anyone where you got this book from, tell them…I don't know anything. Okay kid?"

"What about the lawn trimming and stuff."

The old man only laughed, "the great Jiraiya of the legendary Sannin never stays in one place for long, therefore I don't need a place of my own!" He said grandly. Obito didn't feel particularly impressed, but gave the man the money anyway, "Thanks a lot, old man! If you ever need anything done, just call on Obito Uchiha, I'm free for the next two months!" he ran off, elated, and happy. A few moments after getting back to his apartment he collapsed on his bed and turned to the book.

"Wait…did he say he was one of the legendary Sannin?" Obito thought about it for a few moments. He knew of the other two Sannin rather well, one was Tsunade who'd helped him after the rock fall accident. The other was one of his classmates' sensei. Though, if you asked Obito, he was a bit of a creep and Obito really felt for the three who'd had to go through training with him.

He sighed, shrugging and picked up the book, he was a little curious after all, it was something he shouldn't have, and he generally liked things he wasn't supposed to have. He flipped through a few pages. The plot seemed fairly boring. He skipped ahead another twenty pages, and then another twenty. He read one page before carefully setting the book down and vowing never to open it again.

Kakashi on the other hand, had thought all week long on a potential present for Obito. He looked through trinkets, and each time at the thought of gifts, his thoughts fell on the eye that Obito had given him so long ago. It seemed as though nothing could ever match that sort of gift. He was looking for something that Obito would find practical in battle. His primary target was the tens of thousands of ninja shops in the village. Nothing seemed good enough. He searched and searched, for the entire week he searched, he browsed but nothing seemed to sit well with him. It was only on the final day before their little party that he was more frantic about it.

"How could it be this hard to find a gift!" he growled while glaring at the little shops that were almost mocking him, all because he couldn't find a suitable present for his friend.

He'd searched for chakra enhancing blades, ninja books, tools, everything under the sun, but nothing seemed good enough. He almost felt ashamed for not being able to find anything for his best friend. Finally near midday he collapsed on a park bench, he glared at the sky, why was finding a stupid present so hard? It was Obito after all, it wasn't as though his tastes were all that refined. And then his brain clicked, "Of course, why didn't I think of it before!?"

Immediately the boy went home and began to gather photos of Rin that he had, and throughout the day too, he found pictures from sensei of their team together. Some were a little embarrassing, back when Kakashi had been a little more of a prick. He gathered the pictures together throughout the rest of the afternoon and evening, gluing them into pages of an empty scrapbook now being filled. This, he knew, would be the perfect gift for his friend.