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This is what happened when Obito first met Izuna, back when Izuna was first summoned.
Obito sat at the end of the bar, contemplating his drink. He really shouldn't be drinking alone like this - Kakashi had yelled at him earlier, but Obito reasoned that since Kakashi had declined his invitation, Obito's drinking alone was technically his fault.
Well. No matter. Circular thinking and subtle manipulation didn't count for much these days, and Obito took a drink, swallowing the bitter liquid and grimacing.
The bell rang, and Obito looked up and saw Uchiha Sasuke coming into the bar.
He was wearing glasses. That was strange. Obito's eyes narrowed.
"I need someone to break change," Sasuke said. He held out a paper bill. Wordlessly a bartender came over to speak with him. Obito watched, silently. There was no way Sasuke wasn't aware of him.
The bartender handed Sasuke his change; he started to rise when he finally saw Obito.
Obito's mouth quirked. "I thought you already left the village. I was wondering when you would acknowledge me."
"Sorry, don't give a shit," Sasuke said. He started to leave.
"Wait," Obito said, and Sasuke turned. "We never got to speak after everything that's happened."
"Tch. Like I would talk to the man who betrayed my brother."
"I may have done a lot of things, but I never betrayed your brother."
"Really, now?"
Obito set down his drink. "He came to me for help, and I was there with him when he annihilated our clan. I was by his side when he joined the Akatsuki. Believe it or not, I was protecting him."
Sasuke knitted his brow. "The fuck are you talking about?"
"Of course it was part of the plan, but I would never willingly betray someone if I didn't have to."
Sasuke whirled around. "You were supposed to resurrect my brother at the proper time, but you fucked it up, and then you double-crossed him."
Obito blinked. "What?"
"Are you going to deny it?"
Obito stared. "I never tried...resurrecting Itachi..." Realization dawned on him. His eyes widened.
"You are not Uchiha Sasuke."
"Yeah no shit. Who the fuck is Sasuke?" Izuna said. Obito leaned back in his chair.
The resemblance was uncanny. Same hair. Same sour-faced expression. Even the same type of shirt, which was unzipped at the collar, showing off his chest. If it weren't for the glasses, Obito would just assume Sasuke was just bluffing him, trying to genjutsu his way out of an uncomfortable conversation.
"My apologies," Obito said, watching him. "It's rare to see another Uchiha here. I assume you were an undead soldier who was resurrected."
"I resurrected myself. The Senju bitch Hashirama was the one who summoned me."
Obito leaned forward. "You are Uchiha Izuna," Obito said.
"The fuck do you know my name?"
"Madara often spoke about you."
Izuna frowned at him. Obito leaned back. "I can see now why he was so taken with Sasuke," Obito said, studying him. "And why he considered me a disappointment. Well. No matter." Obito turned back to his drink. "It was good to meet you, young Uchiha."
"Oi. I'm fucking centuries old. Don't call me fucking young."
"Mm. I will keep that in mind." Obito picked up his cup. He took a long sip as Izuna stormed out.