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It is nighttime, and Obito leans against the balcony. It's dark outside except for the scattering of lamps lighting the courtyard below him, but Obito's eyes adjust, until he can make out the shapes and textures in the grayscale around him. He has been Hokage for two years now, but he still isn't quite used to it, the pomp and circumstance that come along with the office.
There is a sound, the soft footfalls of a shinobi walking behind him, but Obito doesn't need to turn to see who has come up to him.
"I heard she is pregnant," Madara says. He leans against the balcony next to him. "Congratulations."
"Thank you." Obito keeps his eyes trained on the horizon.
The wind rises. For a moment, the two Uchiha stand, Madara's hair and Obito's purple cassock moving in the wind. They stand together the way they stood tethered to the Jyuubi all those years ago, working together but not trusting each other.
Madara turns, about to leave, when he stops, thoughtfully. "A word of advice," Madara says. His back is toward him. "If the midwives offer to take your newborn, let them. It will be your last night of uninterrupted rest."
Obito makes a small noise, almost like a chuckle but not quite. "Noted."
He disappears swiftly into the darkness. Obito lingers a moment, before going back inside to check on Rin.
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