Kalon

…

Disclaimer- No I do not own Naruto or any of the other characters.

…

Summary- They say true love stories never have endings. If that is true then why does it feel as if mine is coming to an end?

…

A/N- oh my god I am so sorry that this chapter took soo long. I hope y'all still enjoy it though.

…

WARNING- Major Character death.

oOoOo

His eyes were trained on the green fields that seemed to stretch on for miles rather than the road, his grip on the steering wheel not wavering once. The sky is clear today, he thought absent mindedly, it would have been a good day to go for a picnic or something like that. Alas, his mood was as fucked up as it could get to actually be able to enjoy the pleasant weather. He almost flinched as the memory of the day before fluidly took over his mind.

The door flew open, revealing Rin, a very flustered Rin. Her cheeks were distinctly crimson and she was panting like there was no tomorrow.

Kakashi's eyes widened at the disheveled appearance of his friend. He got up from the couch, walking towards her. He stopped only when she raised a hand, still breathing heavily. "Have you seen or heard from Obito?"

Kakashi blinked. "No. No I haven't. Why? Is there something wrong?"

She walked into his one bedroom apartment, heading towards the kitchen. "About two weeks back, we fought." She served herself a glass of water. "I haven't heard from him since."

Kakashi's eyes widened. "Two weeks? Oh god Rin you should have informed me earlier. Two-fucking-weeks."

Rin's face contracted into a small wince at his tone.

"Did you check the Uchiha compound? He might be living with Madara again."

"He isn't there. I checked."

"He might be living with Minato sensei. Did you try contacting him?"

"I got his machine. 12 times."

"Oh." He looked up at the ceiling. "Nagato?"

"Not there."

"Deidara?"

Rin shook her head.

"Yahiko?-"

"He's not with any of the Akatsuki members, goddamnit! I checked! I don't think he even has most of their phone numbers since the band broke up. (1)"

"Alright, alright! Chill. Getting all worked up is not going to help anybody. We'll figure out where he is, okay?"

Rin leaned against the kitchen table top, her arms resting on the surface. She bowed her head and gave a small nod, her voice almost broke as she spoke. "I-I am sorry It's just that… I could have stopped this. If I had just t-told him then…" her hands gripped her hair so tightly that it almost looked painful. "T-then he wouldn't have left."

Kakashi didn't know what to do. Didn't know how to respond. Consoling people was never his strongest point. But it made his heart clench as he watched his friend visibly shake with anguish. He wanted to stop it. Stop whatever was hurting both Obito and Rin. But there was nothing he could do. He was just uselessly standing there, watching his friends go through this alone. The thought made the tightness in his chest increase.

"What did he get mad about?" Kakashi's voice cut through the heavy silence that had surrounded the two.

Rin's head lowered further into her hands, her voice hardly above a whisper when she spoke, "He thinks I am cheating on him."

Kakashi's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Never in a million years was that the answer he had expected. Assuming that either of them was cheating on the other? It didn't sound very believable. They loved each other too much.

"With you." Her voice cut through his thoughts.

The masked man blinked. "With me what?"

'"He thinks I am having an affair with you."

"What?"

"He thinks I'm-"

He shook his head at her misunderstanding. "No no, I heard you. It's just that…How stupid can one be?"

Rin's head snapped up at his comment, her eyes wide and questioning.

He continued. "I always knew the man was not the brightest but I had never expected him to be this dumb! Did you tell him that it wasn't true?"

Her head fell back into her folded arms. "Yes. He didn't believe me."

"Why would he even think that we are sleeping together?"

"The night I stayed over here, yeah? He asked me what we were doing. I didn't answer him."

"Tch. You could have just told him you know?"

"No, I couldn't have. You were actually starting to do so well! It would have been a nice surprise."

"We could have always come up with a different present Rin. It isn't worth the fight."

"Well, now that doesn't matter, does it? And I am pretty sure he wouldn't have believed me. Nobody would have."

Kakashi groaned. She was right. This sucked. He was the reason his best friends were fighting. So much for stopping their pain. How could he stop… himself? that sounded weird. With his mismatched eyes he looked at Rin again. She was crying. Well, she would have refused it and punched him if he ever said that out loud. But she was. Not the 'bawling like a baby' type of cry. No. Rin would never. Her tears would slide down silently, not alerting anybody of the solemn mood she was in but over the years he had grown to be able to notice small indications of her mood.

When she cried, her breathing would almost like…stop. Not completely of course but it would grow quiet, minimal as if she was deliberately slowing it down. Her eyes would never meet yours and her head would always be tilted downwards. There was also of course her incessant habit of locking herself up in the washroom, although that had reduced as she grew older. Kind of.

However, he was nowhere near as good at spotting these signs as Obito was. How could he be when the other man spent most of his life watching her in the first place? The man might be stupid but when it came to Rin…

He knew her better than she knew herself.

Which did nothing but add to the bafflement of his sentiment that she was cheating on him.

Kakashi wanted to smack him across the face.

That feeling right there, of smacking his best friend across the face had not once faded as he had driven down to Minato sensei's place, not while blackmailing the blonde's son by offering Ramen for Obito's location and especially not as he drove down some street on the outskirts of Konoha that nobody had heard of, trying to find any fucking place where one could find shelter. Naruto had not been very specific when he had provided Kakashi with Obito's location since even the boy couldn't get a straight answer from his father.

Kakashi sighed, his gaze casually examining the buildings that infrequently passed by him. But most were small shops or restaurants. None of them were places you could spend the night in.

Misunderstandings were a bigger pain in the ass than they got credit for, weren't they?

He looked at his car's dashboard and sighed once again. He was almost out of gas. His eyes scanned the GPS and he felt a small amount of relief flood his mind. There was a station not even a mile away.

As he drove, a small inkling of doubt weaseled its way into his mind. What if Obito wasn't there? I mean, your former sensei's son wasn't the most reliable source of information. Minato could have fed him any crap albeit it was uncharacteristic for him to do so. Or what if Obito straight up refused to talk to him? Kakashi's jaw tensed at the thought.

The gas station fell on the right said of the road and Kakashi smoothly parked into it. After providing the large metal glutton with its regular meal of petrol, the man walked into the small shop adjacent to the station and promptly sought two bottles of water. Man, he was parched. As the old lady standing behind the billing counter typed away at her little computer, his mismatched eyes roamed the scenery outside.

The building opposite of the gas station was…old to say the least. The wood had mold visibly gathering on its surface and with the monsoons approaching it wouldn't be-

He froze. Like actually handing the lady cash but his hand is dangling awkwardly mid-air kind of froze. His eyes bore holes into the house on the second floor of the building. Dangling pendulously from the apartment's balcony were a few sets of clothes. Completely normal, right? Nothing to freak out about. Kakashi thought the same till his eyes found the Uchiha crest that proudly stood on the garments' sleeves and collars.

It could be any Uchiha, he knew. But how many Uchihas would be living outside of Konoha, in the middle of nowhere and not in the compound?

His conscious gripped onto that thought like a vice as he almost robotically made the money transition, grabbed the bottles of water, and ran.

oOoOo

2 months.

It had been 2 months since he had last spoken to…anybody to be honest. Apart from the nice lady who worked the counter at the 7-Eleven across the street. The only interaction he had from anyone from Konoha was the occasional texts he would receive from Minato sensei.

So it, naturally, struck him as a surprise when there was a rapt knock on his apartment's door. He was cleaning his goggles at the time so it took him a few minutes before being able to tend to his visitor. The knock rang out again, the impatience distinctly audible in it, almost made Obito raise an eyebrow.

There weren't many people who even knew where he was. Could it be Minato sensei? But that wasn't likely… he was the mayor of Konoha and would have better things to do. Who…

Pictures of Rin immediately flooded his mind and his shoulders visibly tensed. The circumstances hadn't been ideal when he had so abruptly left and he knew she would be worried. But couldn't it really be her? He shook his head, It couldn't be Rin. Of course not. She had no idea where he was and Minato sensei promised him he wouldn't inform her. He knew the chances of him seeing her were almost zero. And part of him didn't even want to meet her. At all. It wasn't that he hated her but the thought of her with Kakashi had resentment bubbling in his chest. A bigger part of him however approached the door with anticipation.

It might just be her.

His hand gripped the metal handle.

It might just be her.

The handle turned with a small 'click' and the door swung open.

It might just be-

Oh boy, was he in for a disappointment. Because unless Rin got some major plastic surgery, it definitely wasn't her standing at the entrance. Instead it was the one and only Hatake Kakashi in all his masked glory. Obito's eyes had widened exponentially and he would have slammed the door shut if it hadn't been for his (friend?)'s disheveled appearance. The man looked like he had just run a marathon. Obito couldn't do anything but stand frozen in his spot and stare. Kakashi's hands rested on his knees and he panted.

The two stood frozen in their spots for a while before the latter stood up, his eyes narrowing in on the still surprised unsuspecting resident and before Obito had time to react, Kakashi punched him. "You. You stupid little piece of shit." He shook his hand and massaged his knuckles with the other one, his glare still present.

Obito returned the hostile gaze with one of his own, covering the throbbing, hurt part of his face with his hands. "Who are you calling stupid? And why the fuck did you punch me?!"

"Because you deserved it." Kakashi walked into the small apartment, his eyes scanning the space that his best friend had up and escaped to. He didn't like it.

He walked into what seemed like the kitchen and took an ice pack out of the fridge, ignoring Obito's enraged expressions and threw him a packet of frozen peas. Obito caught it and promptly put it on the swollen part of his nose. Kakashi felt the smallest twinge of guilt seep into him. Maybe he shouldn't have hit that hard but… God, he couldn't deny that that punch hadn't felt good. He meant what he said. Obito deserved that punch. For not only that shitty ass confrontation with Rin but also running away from them when they needed him.

"You asshole. You-you-"

"Maybe, Obito. Maybe I'm an asshole but then…what does that make you?"

He heard Obito growl before the man walked over to Kakashi and lunged at him, his hands aggressively fisting his collar. Kakashi could clearly see the swirl of emotion in the onyx eyes that Obito was making no effort to hide. He wanted Kakashi to know. To know how much he and Rin had hurt him. How betrayed he felt. He wanted them to experience the pain that they had so carelessly let assault him.

Kakashi's eyes widened and the expression he adopted did nothing to soothe Obito's anger. There was something almost similar to pity in the mismatched eyes. It disgusted him.

Kakashi was no one to pity him or call him an asshole. After what that bastard did to him especially… "You cunt. You have no right to call me an asshole." He shook him once again by the shoulders and glared at his masked face.

He had imagined this confrontation so many times and endlessly replayed it in his mind. He had expected them to beat each other to a pulp, Kakashi to apologize, maybe no beg for forgiveness, but apologize. What he had not expected was the man to have more pity in his eyes than apology. Pity for what? He scoffed inwardly. Another person choosing Kakashi over him? Better yet one of the only people who had chosen Obito over Kakashi, also leave him? If this was the universe's way of cracking a joke, its humor sucked.

He felt a warm drop roll down his cheek. Great, now the man was watching him cry. No wonder he felt pity for Obito.

Kakashi opened his mouth and almost seemed hesitant to speak but Obito cut in. "Look I-I am really not in the mood for this right now. Just leave will you?" He honestly didn't want to confront Kakashi or Rin, at least not immediately.

Kakashi however had other plans, "I am not leaving. It took me a month to find you and 20 bucks. We're doing this."

"20 bucks?"

"I had to buy some ramen, doesn't matter. Obito you can't avoid this. You left us."

Obito let go of his collar and walked to the middle of the living room. "Yeah. Yeah I left. And with good reason."

"What good reason? There was no reason good enough for you to have left so suddenly! You could have talked to us instead." Kakashi shouted.

"I did talk to Rin. And you…I didn't want to see your face." Obito cried out.

"Talk? You talked to Rin? No you didn't. All you did was insult her and accuse her of stuff that was absolute rubbish."

"How would you know? I don't remember you being there."

"Rin told me."

"Of course she did."

"Yeah, she did. She told me how you fucking accused her of cheating. "

"You of all people cannot ridicule me of that."

"Why is that?"

"Because you're the one she slept with, you bastard!"

"I NEVER SLEPT WITH HER YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

They both had been shouting but the sudden spike in the volume of Kakashi's voice almost made Obito take a step back. Almost. Of course when he replied, his comment had vigor equivalent to Kakashi's. "THEN WHAT THE FUCK WERE THE TWO OF YOU DOING?"

"DANCING!"

Ok this time he did pause. "What?"

Kakashi heaved. "Dancing, you dumbass."

Obito rolled his eyes. Dancing? A rusted pot could come up with a better excuse. Or was it supposed to be a different form of dancing..? Lap dance? Familiar resentment thrummed in his veins at the thought. "Kakashi. just get out. I'm not in the mood for your lies right now."

The grey-haired man rolled his eyes in annoyance and walked over to Obito, his hands harshly gripping his shoulders. He shook him. "You idiot. Why can't you just understand and believe what I am trying to say. None of this is a lie. We were practicing a-a…dance routine." His voice lowered significantly at the end of the statement and a rare blush colored his pale cheeks. Obito would have been surprised at the image of Kakashi being embarrassment, for the man read porn in public, if his mind hadn't been swirling with detestation.

"Dance routine? A fucking dance routine? Do you have any idea what you're talking about?" Obito spat out.

Kakashi's gaze tore away from his and focused on the ground instead, his grip on Obito's shoulder blades loosening ever so slightly, "For Christmas. It was supposed to be a present for you for Christmas. Rin wanted to give you something you would have never expected and what better than Kakashi dancing on 'Jingle Bell Rock', she said. I knew it was a bad idea. "

Obito's thoughts stilled for a moment. A part of him did not believe that excuse at all. A louder part of him however wanted to believe it. It presented him a choice. And if he chose correctly the betrayal would be nothing more than a mirage created by jealousy and self-doubt. But if he did make a mistake, it wouldn't all end happily either would it? Would Rin forgive him? For the confrontation, for not believing her when she denied his claims, for abandoning her and not speaking to her in months, for leaving when she asked him to even though he knew it was the last thing she wanted?

His head throbbed painfully at the intensity with which the feeling of guilt struck him.

He inwardly shook his head. Kakashi was looking at him expectantly, awaiting a response. But Obito didn't know what to think. Even though seeds of doubt were implanting themselves in his mind, he couldn't turn his back so easily on what he had believed to be true for more than two months.

Obito's head lowered as he felt his friend's stare bore into him. His voice was barely a whisper when he answered and could imagine Kakashi's eyes dimming at the words. "I don't believe you."

Silence. That was what greeted Obito as soon as the words were spoken. He didn't know if the loss of words on Kakashi's part was due to his disappointment that Obito hadn't considered his 'lie' as truthful or that he realized that Obito could not accept that reason to be completely true because it had been too feeble to begin with. He didn't know.

The silence could mean nothing other than the fact that Kakashi was close to giving up on convincing Obito he was wrong. Obito's heart felt as if it was sinking.

"Obito listen." The tremble in Kakashi's voice contained reproach, which lifted Obito's, faintly mind you, hope. "Just come back. We need to speak to Rin too-"

The shrill sound of Kakashi's ringtone cut in, and Obito could hear faint sound of his own phone vibrating against the kitchen table. Kakashi's hands dug into the back pocket of his jeans to take the contraption out. Before the man looked at the screen, however, he sent him a look that clearly stated 'this isn't over yet' and walked over to the balcony. Obito would have probably over thought about that action too if his own mobile hadn't been vibrating its ass off.

Obito simply rolled his eyes and glanced at the screen. It was a call from Konoha Hospital. A small frown settled on his features as he swiped across the smooth glass. Why was the hospital calling him?

"Hello, this is Obito Uchiha speaking."

"Good afternoon Mr. Uchiha, I'm calling from Konoha hospital. A car accident took place today and your number was on the emergency contact list of one of the patients admitted. We tried contacting you sooner but we got your voicemail both times."

He felt dread collect at the bottom of his belly. How many people had him on their list of emergency contacts? Not more than three most probably. One of whom was standing before him. His mouth felt dry and heavy as he managed a reply. "May I know who you're calling on behalf of?"

"Yes sir, it is Rin Uchiha."

oOoOo

Obito felt dizzy. It wasn't the kind of dizzy that you felt when you are high or sleep deprived. No, It felt as if his entire consciousness had took a step back and let his subconscious, his instincts take the lead. He could apprehend everything taking place around him but his reaction to it felt completely out of his control. It was as if he was present and absent at the same time.

After every moment that passed his mind would replay what happened just to keep him from forgetting everything.

He remembered Kakashi shaking his shoulders and snatching his hand. He remembered getting into his car. He remembered driving to the hospital. He remembered his own panic stricken voice asking for Rin's whereabouts frantically. He vaguely remembered shouting at a nurse when she gave him some shit about family only. He was her family!

Although at the moment he felt that the term was farthest from what he actually deserved to be called. He had left her. He wasn't there when she needed him. She spent the last two months in agony for no other reason than the fact that Obito was a fucking pussy. He didn't have the guts to confront her. Afraid of what he might have found if he did. He suppressed the urge to scream as he pushed open the metallic blue doors.

Rin was lying on a bed, typical pale hospital sheets. Tubes carrying liquids he had no knowledge of disappeared into her hospital gown, her head was bandaged and the pallor of her skin made his belly squelch.

Everything seemed so blurry as if he was looking at the world through a window that desperately needed to be cleaned. His mind was numb after the doctor had spouted some nonsense about there being nothing more that they could do.

Rin stirred under the thin sheets, her brown eyes meeting his obsidian. Obito felt self-disgust flood him when he saw the longing in her eyes. She was about to d- No. she was gravely injured and she felt happy that he was there next to her. She hadn't even expected him to come. She had expected him to neglect her, after all it wouldn't have been the first time.

His mouth opened to speak but no words came out, instead his feet carried him over to her. He hugged her.

For the last time in probably forever, he hugged her. Her body was warm. It was the most comforting sensation he had felt in the last few months.

Rin didn't say anything either. Not when he entered, nor when he abruptly hugged her. She simply held him. She held him just how she had when they had first met. She held him just how she had when they had realized their love for the other. She held him just how she at their wedding. But this time, it was different. It was the last time. The last time he would experience the fingers of her perfect hand gently embracing his back, lovingly tousling his hair.

He closed his eyes. Imagining for a moment- just a moment- that they weren't in the tiny hospital room but back where they had first met. It was a bench. An ancient wooden bench, right outside their school gate. It was where he'd told her about his dream of becoming hokage(2). It was where for the first time somebody, instead of daunting him, had encouraged him. It was where he had realized he liked her. It was where he had asked her out and almost ran into a tree trunk when she had said yes. It was where he had proposed.

The dream about being hokage had always seemed enticing when he was young. Rin's encouragement did nothing but add to his enthusiasm. But now as he thought about it, the dream's appeal had somewhat faded. The goal wasn't becoming hokage or gaining political power, with time it became something he had envisioned Rin and him achieving together. The happiness and pride in her eyes when he had declared the announcement. That was what he had strived for. But now…the idea seemed so feeble, deficient, flawed. For now she wouldn't be there.

His eyes fluttered open, bringing back the painful reality of the situation. He stroked her back gently, thinking about how he could do it forever. He wanted to do it forever. He wanted everything back. He wanted…so much. Too much.

But he couldn't have any of it.

Something in his heart broke.

He pulled back from the hug, careful to not escape his lover's embrace. He would bask in it as long as he would be allowed.

His normally cheerful gaze was somber, solemn as they looked into her equally pained eyes, wide and watery, tears rolling down the smooth skin of her cheekbones to the gentle curve of her jaw leaving a glistening narrow path in their wake.

She was leaving him. She really was leaving him. And there was nothing he could do about it.

Without another thought, he leaned forward. He leaned till their breaths mingled, till he could tell how terrified she was to leave him. He pressed his lips to hers. The familiarity of the taste haunted him. Her tears, his tears, her pain, his pain, he could taste it all. It was torment. But…He didn't want to stop. It was one of the last things they'd endure together after all wasn't it?

If he stopped…

He didn't want to think about it.

When she pulled back, he didn't protest. She let him hold her, rubbing small soothing circles on his back as he shed his tears like a small, beaten down boy who had nothing left. Nothing to give his life meaning.

Her eyes closed and he stared at her eyelids. They were beautiful. How had he never noticed that before? He planted a soft kiss on both the lids.

Hands belonging to people he who he couldn't identify latched onto his shoulders, pulling him back, words were being mumbled around him, but he didn't care to listen. He had Rin in his arms…what did others matter at a moment like this? It didn't even matter that her grip on his shoulder blades loosened. He could still hold her.

He leaned in once again. One last kiss. Before she fell into her slumber. Before she had to rest to recover. One last kiss. He leaned in closer.

He never understood what happened after that except for the gut wrenching revelation that he leaned in further, to kiss nothing but the cold air.

His eyes flew wide open as he promptly fell to his knees, scrambling away from the force pulling him away from Rin. His warm hand grabbed her cold one. And through the hazy vision of his watery eyes, he noticed her head fall back and her pupils roll to the top of her head. That was when it hit him like a truck. She was leaving.

He screamed. Frustration. Anger. Grief. Anxiety. Agony. He couldn't see through the haze of emotions that clouded his mind anymore.

"I'm sorry, Rin." His broken cries filled the air. "I am so sorry. It's my fault. All of this is my fault. I am so sorry."

She didn't reply and hell, he didn't even know if she was awake or not.

His head fell into his hands and he made no attempt to protest against the hands that pulled him back this time.

oOoOo

(1)- I imagine Akatsuki to be a band in this fic. Or used to be a band, really. Like one of those high school or college bands that you form with your friends and y'all think your music is good but in reality its quality is rather questionable?

(2)- hokage basically means mayor here cus its au, okay now go read.

How was it? Did y'all like it? I'm not the most satisfied with the ending but I couldn't come up with anything better either :(

Anyway I hope you guys enjoyed my attempt at ObiRin. This also has been posted on a03 by the way.