Next Day…

Her cheek and nose, although better, still carried the proof of last night's fight with her father. And therefore, for the first time, she missed both class and work. She made an excuse (stomach bug) to Dr. Chiyo, and the old woman believed it. Even though it was nice having an extra day off, Rin knew that something like this can't happen again. She needed to excel in her career in order to truly escape her situation. And even though she was grateful for Obito's help, it was something she didn't want to get used to. She needed to become successful on her own, and her father's violent tendencies couldn't stop her from it.

"Aren't you going to be late to work?" she asked, rubbing her eyes as Obito woke up. It was almost ten in the morning.

"I'll go later," he turned his head towards her, "How are you feeling?"

Rin tapped the top of her nose, "I feel a little bump here...but my cheek feels less swollen," she got off the bed, grabbing the melted ice pack.

Obito watched her silently as she cleaned up the spill on the nightstand, his eyes trailing to her thighs as the t-shirt she wore fit her like a mini dress.

"Shoot, it spilled on your floor too," Rin groaned, bending over to clean up the liquid.

Obito's eyebrows rose as the t-shirt rode up, exposing her ass cheeks beneath those blue panties. It made his morning wood harder, and he took in a deep breath while shifting his gaze to the bedroom ceiling. He heard her footsteps as she went to the restroom but then came back, her hair tied up in a high short bun.

"Do you still have the toothbrush I used before? I forgot to pack my toothbrush...and some other things,"

"Yeah, top cabinet," he replied, hearing her footsteps as she walked back to the restroom.

He needed a release, and with Rin in his home, he knew that it would be a challenge. Just the fact that she slept in his arms the whole night had his cock up and tight. And that dream of his? The dream started innocently - her walking down the aisle, becoming his wife. And then it had shifted to him giving her a rough fucking. His dream skipped any part about reception or how they even got to a room. It just went straight to him fucking her, her legs wide open for him as her wedding dress hung loosely off her chest.

"You're not getting up?"

Obito's eyes opened, shifting towards her as she stood by the doorway. She was still wearing the t-shirt, letting him know that she was still in those panties underneath. When she didn't get a response, she walked over to him and climbed on the bed. She sat next to him, and he looked at her thighs - expecting another peak of her panties. But she must've expected that, as she actually made the effort to ensure he saw nothing. She had a smirk on her face, and Obito realized that Rin could not only be cute but evil as those large brown eyes of hers travelled to his groin area.

"Are you in pain?"

"You're evil, you know that?" he groaned as he flipped to lay on his stomach instead, and Rin laughed.

"Does it hurt? I read that painful erections could be the cause of something serious, like penis fracture,"

Obito frowned at her, "My penis is not fractured. It's the cause of a beautiful woman sleeping next to me and me not being able to do anything,"

Rin bit her lip as an idea came to her mind. She would make sure that they wouldn't go far, but it would be enough to ease his torture.

"Can I see it?"

"Wh-What?" was his reaction.

"I want to...help you…"

He eyed her skeptfully before turning around to lay on his back. He folded his arms behind his head. Rin eyed the bulge against his pants and then at his face.

"Aren't you going to take them off?"

"I thought you were going to help me," he said, and Rin blushed.

He wanted her to do the work. He was challenging her to see how much she could do on her own. But what he didn't know was that she was no quitter.

"Fine," she said, grabbing the top of his pants and tugging them down. He lifted his hips to help her, watching as her eyes stayed on his groin.

Her finger traced the length of his hardened cock, and Obito tried his best to keep still.

"I-I'm going to lower your...underwear now,"

She sounded nervous, and Obito smirked at her shyness, "OK,"

Slowly, she pulled his black boxers down, watching as the erect organ sprung freely. She couldn't help herself but mentally measure him. The average erect penis was six inches, and according to her mental math, he was definitely more than average. Her small hand touched him by the base before looking at him.

"Am I...holding it OK?"

"Yeah," he said, his eyes half-opened, "Stroke me, Rin,"

And she did, slowly. Her eyes were fixed on the tip of his penis as she stroked him. His member felt warm in the palm of her hand.

"Faster, Rin,"

She looked at his face, watching as he closed his eyes tightly. His lips were parted. Rin stroked faster. Her wrist began to hurt and she switched hands, concentrating on the task. She could tell that he was close to ejaculating - his breathing was harder, his eyebrows furrowed. He held onto the sheets tightly. She got on her knees in order to give herself a more comfortable position, the t-shirt riding over her butt. He must've noticed, as his hand grabbed her ass tightly.

"Ouch, Obito… not so rough,"

She picked up speed again, holding his cock a bit tighter. Her concentration began to waiver as his hand went from her bare thigh to touching the sensitive area between her legs. Despite her underwear being in the way, his index finger touched over her clitoris, and Rin moaned as it elevated her arousal. As she stroked his penis faster, her own hips began to move against his hand. Her eyes closed too, biting her lips as Obito's fingers stroked her clit through her underwear.

Warm liquid splashed on her hand just as she heard her name coming from his lips, halting her strokes. She opened her eyes, looking at her wet hand and then at his face. Obito's eyes were closed, his face calm as he started to snore.

With mission accomplished, she pulled the bed sheet over his hips before walking to the bathroom to clear her hands. Turning on the faucet, she placed her hand underneath and watched the white semen slide off her hand, onto the faucet and finally down the drain. As she watched her hands thoroughly, Rin couldn't deny the wet feeling pooling between her legs. Had he not ejaculated when he did, things could have escalated. She had been ready to discard her underwear and have him stroke her - the feeling was amazing.

"Hey,"

Rin yelped with a flinch, turning her attention to him. Obito leaned against the door, his face calm and relaxed. His pants hung low by his hips, making her tingle with pleasure.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Better," he replied with a smile. He entered the restroom and washed his hands.

She eyed his abdomen, wondering when would be the next time they would be able to do something. She could still feel the texture of his hardness in her hand, making her wonder how it would feel inside of her…

"You know, my shower is big enough for two people,"

Rin snapped out of her fantasy and looked at him, blushing as he stood bare naked in front of her. With an innocent yelp, she exited the restroom and closed the door. She shut her eyes tightly, wondering if the rise of his dick was either her imagination, or Obito really had something more in mind.

Danzo remembered the first time he had his first drink. Fifteen years old, at the back of his high school. A friend had given it to him. That same night, he stole one of his father's bottles, and got a severe beating upon getting caught. But that didn't stop him from craving the taste, from stealing from his father. Even if it meant getting punished hours or days later.

He moved out of the home at the age of seventeen. He was homeless for a few weeks before an old high school friend offered him the couch in an old house. The house, consisting of two bedrooms and one bath, had been bought in cash - it served as a drug haven.

That was when Danzo learned that drugs made money. It became his job - negotiate deals with the other drug makers. There were times where these negotiations would get out of hand, and violence ensured. That's when Danzo learned that he had a short temper with a strong fist.

A few years after getting into the business, he met a beautiful brunette, who would later become the mother of his daughter.

The young woman had also come from a troubling background, and drugs and sex made it all go away.

"I'm pregnant," she once said, her eyes teary.

Danzo had shrugged, "And?"

"I think it's yours. No, I know it's yours!"

"And what do you want me to do about it?"

Misako had looked at him bewildered, "Danzo, are you serious?" He had said nothing, and she shook her head, "Then I will have an abortion!"

But the abortion never came. While visiting an abortion clinic, Misako had come across a magazine. Page 5 of the magazine had a story about a famous arthur who was a single mother. The author,too, had come from an abusive family structure, and had gotten pregnant at the age of fourteen. The father of the child left the state before getting caught and arrested on drug chargers. From that moment, the author made it her mission to only think about herself and her daughter. And seven long, tiring years later, the author was almost a billionaire. And to that day, she lived only for herself and her child.

Misako saw herself in that woman, and as the nurse called her number, she had left the clinic.

Months later, Rin was born. Danzo wasn't there for the delivery - that day, he had been arrested for drug charges. A police officer, with the last name Uchiha, had worked as an undercover agent before he and his team made the arrest.

Danzo remembered how that officer had thrown him onto the floor, just as he was about to dump the drugs into the toilet.

Danzo had screamed as Officer Uchiha dragged him out of the home and onto the back of a police car. The drug money that he had made was seized by the federal government.

And now, years later, here he was - still in the same house, but with no money. Danzo groaned as he got up from the couch, his foot hurting him more than before.

"Rin!" he yelled, but there was no answer. It was silent.

He limped towards the fridge and opened it, watching how there was only some leftover food. It had been there for over a week, and Danzo grabbed it. The food tasted disgusting.

"Rin!" he yelled again, and again...nothing.

Danzo closed his eyes tightly, the headache becoming stronger to the point that he had to sit on the floor. When he opened his eyes again, he nearly screamed as the bloody-faced shadow in front of him almost screamed back.

While Obito was away at work, Rin spent the first six hours catching up on her studies. The comfort of his home allowed her to concentrate - also, he wasn't around to distract her either. Afterwards, she left his apartment to buy some toiletries and groceries. She would make him a chicken and broccoli stew, with some rice. He would be home by six-thirty in the evening, so at six o'clock Rin started cooking.

By the time he got home, Obito walked in to a surprise. He stood by the doorway with a surprised look on his face. She was wearing another one of his t-shirts, a red one this time, and as she leaned over to stir the contents inside a large pot, Obito's eyes immediately went to her butt. She had on pink panties.

"You're home!"

Obito nodded and closed the door behind him. She walked up to him and grabbed his work messenger bag.

"Go wash up, dinner should be ready in ten minutes!"

"What are you cooking?"

"I'm making a stew. I figured it's better that we stay at home and eat a home-cooked meal. It's healthier. Now go wash up!"

He changed his clothes and washed his face, an elated feeling on his chest. He didn't expect to find her cooking for him, but one thing's for sure - he liked it.

Obito walked back to the kitchen and saw how she served the food in two bowls. She had also made rice. He felt his stomach growl as he took a seat. His dark eyes watched as she grabbed utensils and filled two glasses with water.

All of this felt right...perfect. Him coming home, and finding her here. It made him happy and optimistic as to what the future held for them. She made it a habit of wearing his t-shirts; and as long as she wore nothing underneath, Obito saw no problem in that.

Rin sat down next to him and watched as he took the first bite.

"Well?"

"It's very good. I've...never had home cooked meals like this before,"

"Mom would teach me whenever we were able to have groceries. And I also experimented at the cafe," Rin said, taking a bite from her own plate.

"This is...amazing. Thank you, Rin,"

They ate while talking about each other's day. Starting tomorrow, Obito would have to start going in earlier. His company would have to start running some tests for a special event that was to take place three months from now. There was a chance he would have to work over the weekend as well. Considering she would be staying at his apartment for some time, she found no problem with it. On the Sundays that he did have to work, she would accompany him and bring her books.

After dinner, he helped her clean up before sitting her down on the couch.

"I have something for you. Close your eyes and give me your hands,"

Rin did as told and wondered what it could be. Her mind, for some reason, thought of a ring; but she doubted it was that. It was way too early for rings. Nonetheless, a box-shaped object was placed on her hands, and she opened her eyes quickly.

"Obito, is this…"

"A brand new phone. One of the latest in the markets. Open it,"

She carefully did, and gasped as a nine-inch rose gold smartphone laid inside. It was shiny and thin, and brought a pair of wireless headphones inside.

"Obito, this is so beautiful!"

"Turn it on," he said, sitting down next to her. He placed his arm around her shoulders as she turned on the phone and started to configure it.

The software was smooth, the resolution perfect for her eyes. She opened the camera application and took a random picture of the living room.

"Wow, look at the quality!"

"Yup, now you can send me more selfies of you," he whispered to her.

"Obito, this is amazing. I...I was thinking of just bringing mine in for repair...but this...this is expensive. Obito, you didn't have to-"

"Nope, I didn't have to. I wanted to,"

She faced him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she placed a long kiss on his lips.

"You're amazing, did you know that? You make me so happy,"

He kissed her back passionately, placing her phone on the coffee table before setting her onto the couch with his body over hers. His hands went inside the t-shirt, snaking up her side before making a complete stop.

"You're not wearing a bra?"

Rin laughed from underneath, "No, they can get uncomfortable,"

"Now you're trying to get me uncomfortable," Obito groaned, feeling the hardening of his cock against his pants.

"Do you...need a helping hand with that?"

Obito wanted to fuck that innocence out of her. She bit her bottom lip while looking up at him with a curious look, and he knew that it wouldn't be too long until he had her on all fours with him behind. But he didn't want to take her innocence like that. He would have to start slow with her, even if it frustrated him.

"That would be helpful," Obito said, standing up from the couch.

Before she even had a chance to get up herself, he grabbed her arms and threw her over his shoulder.

"O-Obito, that hurt! You know I can walk?"

"I like this better," he said, marching towards his bedroom.

He threw her onto the bed, hearing her giggles as he discarded his shirt. He laid down next to her, watching as she got on her knees.

With a severely flushed look on her face, Rin removed his pants and underwear before her hand got to work.

Author's note: Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts on this chapter!