Hello everyone! Sorry for being so late TT Las Vegas is VERY VERY different. Right now I'm juggling finals on classes I've only been in for about a week, finishing my costume for Anime Vegas, and trying to get a bunch of fics up and running. So far, I've got some GenxHaya, KotxIzu and ObixIta planned (Along with some more KakaxObi w) I want to know what some of my viewers want though, so please, e-mail me some ideas. I'll even credit you and give you the chapters before I submit them onto :D AREN'T I A DOLL LOL. Anyway, time for the fic.

Obito was glad to be inside once more as he and the Yondaime finally got home. The Hokage's manor was amazing, all the walls were bright, bold reds with forest green leafs painted near the floor of the walls. There were dinning rooms filled with a number of table and chairs, sitting rooms with the most comfortable looking chairs and couches one could ever wish for ("It looks like a whole bunch of imported stuff." Thought Obito) Golden curtains surrounded each and every window and upon looking out one of the said windows, one could see the entire village. Everything. The only things you could not see were the opposite sides of all the building and small shop carts set up along the streets. Obito's mouth hung open as his teacher lead him through the long halls and rooms of the building, all the while dripping on the floors.

"..And this is the kitchen," the teacher said warmly "Feel free to raid during the night, I know what it's like to be a kid. I was eating all the time, it's amazing to see kids your age cram food in their mouths yet never gain anything. You all look like a bunch of tall…" as the Yondaime continued his student shivered slightly.

Pausing as if he had be stuck on the head with a 2 by 4, the 4th turned on his heel, rushed down the hall, his long white cloak fluttering and called out "How stupid of me!" as he opened up a linen closet, pulling out a number of large fluffy blankets and towels, "Here we are, in the middle of the hall after trekking around outside in the rain for the past few minutes, and I totally forgot how wet we were…" The teacher gave a worried laugh, and headed back over to the young Uchiha. It was amazing the man even remembered to put his pants on in the morning. Scrambling as he grasped onto the towels and blankets flying at him as the Yondaime tossed a few in his direction, Obito quickly unfolded one and wrapped himself in it tightly.

"Where to now, Sensei?" Obito asked feebly as he felt the water on his clothes slowly soak into the towel.

"Huh? Oh! - Yes, we should sit down." The blonde haired man said cheerfully as he too wrapped a towel around his shoulders, leading Obito off into one of the more comfortable sitting rooms. The room was even warmer than it looked; a fire was blazing in the hearth under a large portrait of the previous Hokages. Unlike many of the other photos and painting of their likeness, this time the men were smiling. They weren't silly, ridiculous smiles, but more like the smiles of proud parents.

As Obito took refuge in a fluffy, seat eating, chair, the Hokage beamed up the picture for a moment before sitting down near the other in an equally soft chair, sinking in deeply. Glancing over to his student, the teacher grinned widely and asked, "So, Obito-kun, how have thing been for you?"

Sighing, Obito looked down at his feet and said "I'm sorry I had to bother you Hokage-sensei. I didn't have anywhere else to go."

"Aww," the Yondaime cooed at his student, suppressing a small giggle. It was funny to see children make big deals out of nothing. "It's no problem. It's nice to have company in this gigantic place." He spread his arms apart to emphasize the extremely large room.

"No, no, sir. It's my fault! I shouldn't have gotten into a fight with Kakashi today. Because of it, I got kicked out of the house…"

"You got kicked out?' The Yondaime was genuinely confused. What were the Uchiha running in there?

"Yeah!" Obito groaned "My parents are away on a mission and told my brothers and sister that if I got into a dog fight, I'd have to sleep outside like one." The Uchiha crossed his arms and pouted "And they listened. For the first time in their weasely little lives they listened to what my parents had to say."

Frowning, the Hokage asked "Does this happen often, Obito-kun?"

The Uchiha nodded "They are always ruining the house. And I always have to clean it up like I did it." He sighed "I enjoy cleaning though, because I get to do it how ever I want, and I feel proud once I've got everything spick and span, but then they run in and ruin all my hard work. Then I get in trouble with my parents because I was supposed to keep everything clean."

Looking up to the painting on the wall for some sort of advice, the Yondaime could only sigh deeply "That is a problem." Looking over to the wet Uchiha, who had managed too wrap his towel tightly around his shoulders, he said "Obito-kun, there really isn't much I can do about that. You know how your clan is." The Uchiha nodded weakly "All I can do is suggest you confront your parents on it. Try and stand up for yourself a little bit more."

"But sensei-!"

"I know you hate to argue, but you need to learn how to. Arguments are apart of life."

Obito paused, opened mouth for a moment before replying "Yes sir. I'll try."

Smiling softly, the Yondaime stood and said "Good boy. Would you like some hot tea to warm you up?" Obito nodded feverously. "Alright then, give me a few minutes and I'll be back with some for us."

Turning around in his chair to watch his teacher leave the room, Obito curled back up into his chair and sighed. It had been a while since he had some one on one time with the Hokage. If he wasn't training the rest of his team, the village leader was busy with paper work or government affairs.

Hopefully, Obito could be able to discus his problem with a certain silver haired ninja. The whole thing was beginning to eat at him. Obito wasn't even sure how to think anymore. He was jealous of Kakashi and how he got all the girls and all the praise, but he was also worried about him. Obito had never seen Kakashi doing anything but training. Never relaxing when they had the day off, never taking time to stop and notice tiny things like song birds, and never taking time to learn about other people.

But maybe that's what made him so good. As a ninja, you are a tool. You are to follow through with your missions, wither it is to pull weeds or assassinate the leader of a murderous, thieving gang. By never resting, you never notice being tired. By never taking time to notice the tiny things in life, your path is clear and set out before you. And by never learning about others, you never feel anything when they are lost. By living like this, Kakashi was going to live up to his dream.

To be a perfect, flawless, beautiful killer.

Obito blinked out of his daydream as his teacher walked back into the room, holding a tray with two cups and a steaming pot full of some bitter smelling tea. "Hey, if he's Hokage, why doesn't he get maids?" Obito asked himself as the blonde haired man set down a cup in front of him on a small tea table before the chair.

Taking his own cup, the Hokage poured out a small amount of tea into his cup and began filling up the remaining space up with sugar, a small smile on his face the whole time. "I dislike bitter tea, but that's all they get me. People don't like the idea of a leader who enjoys sugar saturated tea…" Dipping his pinky finger into the cup, the Yondaime stuck it in his mouth and hummed, "Needs some more," and went back to spooning more sugar into his tea.

Slowing picking up a spoon from the tray, Obito also began pouring sugar into his tea. "I don't like bitter tea either sensei," he chimed in.

Nodding, the teacher leaned back, satisfied with his tea and took a slip from the cup. Looking over to his student over the edge of his cup, the Hokage asked "Is there anything else you want to talk about, Obito-kun?" Looking down at his feet for a moment, Obito shrugged. "If you don't have anything else you want to sort out I can go ahead and show you the rest of the-!"

Obito had sat up straight and busted out "Sensei I want to talk to you about Kakashi-kun!" a little louder than he had planned.

Quirking a brow at Obito, the Yondaime asked "What about him? Want me to make him leave you alone?"

"N-No," Obito stuttered "It's not that I want him to leave me alone… I just kind of wish he'd be nicer to me, sir."

Smiling widely, the Hokage said "Only for you Obito-kun. I'll see what I can do." Humming he said "Maybe I can get him to invite you out for a boy's day off."

Obito's eyes lit up with admiration; "You'd… You'd do that for me?" Clutching the front of his shirt, the Uchiha squirmed slightly with delight as he stared up at his sensei.

"Of course I would!" the older man said, patting Obito on the shoulder with his strong hand, "I'm sure Kakashi-kun just needs a bit encouragement when it comes to making friends." His blue eyes turn upwards into cheerful crescents.

Obito smiled slightly, faint blush dotting his face "Yeah, friends." He said, nodding up to his teacher. Friendship would be great… But Obito wanted more. He wanted to have someone to listen to him, care about him. Really care. The Yondaime looked down to his student, reading his face with ease. He had been trained to do so; there was no hiding anything from him. Obito knew this also and immediately turned away. The boy had a crooked smile on his face, a bit ashamed to have his teacher find out about his secret feelings for his teammate.

The Hokage merely smiled, standing beside the Uchiha and placing a hand on his back, "Don't feel bad, Obito-kun. I understand." His warm smile made Obito grin, "Make Kakashi-kun happy."

"Oh sensei!" Obito cried, standing up and rushing over to his teacher to wrap his cold arms around the man's neck, "Thank you so much!"

Patting the boy on the back lightly, the Yondaime smiled "I'll talk to him, but you've got to be the one to ask him out."

The Uchiha looked mortified.

"Come-on, I know you can do it! If you've got the bravery to talk to me about it," the teacher said, pushing Obito back and standing up, "Then I'm sure you'll b able to ask Kakashi-kun out, tomorrow after training." Smiling down at his student as he set up the date for him, the Yondaime said "I'll chat with Kakashi before training starts four days from now, that way he'll already be buttered up."

Obito nodded, "Yes sir! So after training on the fourth day, should I just come up to him and ask if he wants to hang out or something?"

"Exactly."

"Sounds like a plan then." The Uchiha beamed "I'm counting on you sensei, work your magic."

And with a final nod, the Hokage lead Obito to a luxurious guest bedroom, pointing out silly little quirks before heading off to bed himself.

Giving his teacher a wav as he left the room, Obito began to poke through the large, warm room. All the walls were covered in elaborate tapestries and painting of famous ninja and other Konoha villagers. The floors were plush carpet just like the rest of the home, and as a plus, there was also a full bath next to the closet on the far right wall.

As he lay down to sleep in the warm bed, Obito decided he had never been so glad to be kicked out of his own home.