O The Genius and the Kind

part one

Obito woke up with a killer headache. His nose felt like it was stuffed with cotton, his head felt like it was underwater, his eyes weren't focusing as much as he wanted it to. And to think that the Uchiha had a bloodline that involved their eyes. His body felt stiff, like he was trapped in a body that wasn't his. His hands wouldn't move and his neck felt so sore but he can't find the strength to force himsef out of stiffness. His back felt oddly cold, like it had a layer of soothing gel on it. He couldn't feel his right thigh down, but the worst of it wasn't even that.

He tried searching for the familiar warmth underneath his skin but he couldn't feel it. It was like he's a civilian, he knows he has chakra, but he doesn't feel it. It's like it doesn't exist. A sharp pain erupted in his right arm and he felt a shout rip from his mouth. Immediately he was thrashing on something incredibly stiff and he felt a familiar hand hold his left hand. He almost choked as Kushina hugged him close to her warmth. His thrashing went on and the pain seemed like it didn't want to leave him. Tears fell on his face.

Or was that his own? He didn't know.

A whimper escaped his lips when he felt a needle sink on his arm and go so deep he thought it almost grazed his bone when he jerked from fright. He still couldn't see peoperly, only seeing distorted white. The grip on his hand tightened and he squeezed it with as much strength he could muster in his pitiful state.

His head swam with so much things trying to force itself to be the first one for him to remember and another broken whimper left him. He choked on his own tears as his arm felt like it was skinned then dipped in a raging fireball. He felt like every inhale he took was precious oxygen mixed with scorching acid. He felt suffocated, he was in pain and he was panicking so much. Kushina was sobbing audibly now as she held his left arm so he wouldn't struggle. Two hands held a foot each to try and stop his thrashing but it seemed to make Obito more panicked as the pain grew the more people he felt was touching him. Another needle invaded his arm and he felt the pain rise once again. He was openly crying at this point but can you blame him?

He heard someone yell but couldn't make out the words as the pain demanded his full attention. He felt ready to pass out from the pain and it felt like the pain was rising. It was multiplying and it hurt sofuckingbad—

"Obito-san!" A shrill voice screamed and he felt a small hand hold onto his right arm. The pain just... vanished. His thrashing stopped almost immediately and a cool airy feeling replaced the fire and he choked back on a sob. It felt like cold aloe on his arm and his tensed body relaxed in seconds. So light and comforting. That hand became two, then become a small body wrapped around his right arm, needle completely forgotten. He felt something wet drop on his arm, and then the airy feeling flooded his veins, like it was trying to revive him. It was.

The familiar warmth of chakra surged through him so suddenly, he actually jerked on his bed from the sudden onslaught of chakra flowing under his skin. A gasp tore itself from his throat and it felt like he was finally breathing. A greedy gulp of air he took and he was pretty sure someone else was also gasping.

His vision hasn't returned yet, but he recognised the voice.

"K-kid?" He rasped and immediately there was a cup of what he could only assume as water prodding at his mouth. He drinked gratefully, taking big gulps of water until he completely drain the water. He opened his mouth again to speak but another flow of water went down his mouth. He choked and tapped the bed making the water flow stop and he took a deep breath.

"Kid! Were you trying to kill me for good?!" He asked, flabbergasted. That kid almost drowned him with chakra-infused water! He was ready to say another line of guilt-tripping when he finally heard the broken sobs. It was like the kid actually cared. He never had anyone cry for him before, not even Rin. It broke his heart just hearing it. He was quite thankful he couldn't quite see, else he would've cried with the kid then and there. He felt something sharp sink on his arm— the kid was biting him! Biting him!

He yelled out of shock and the biting stopped. He felt the bed dip and suddenly, there was a small body hugging his waist so tight, like he was going to disappear. He felt the tear drops fall on his thin clothes and seep, wetting his stomach. The kid was wailing. It was so broken, so scared, so... so relieved. He felt Kushina let go of his left hand and he took the opportunity to hug the child currently drowning himself in tears. He shushed the kid that held on even tighter, and he was met with choked sobs. Was that him? Nah, he was too cool to cry like this. The tears fell from his face like it was mocking him and almost made Obito snort. It did make the kid hugging him. What? He didn't say anything?

"You said it 'loud." Said little cutie, rubbing his face the way little kids do, using half his arm to wipe his eyes and snot away. His face burned and he sputtered to find an excuse. His excuse died on his tongue when the kid melted right on his arms and mumbled the words that literally made Obito's vision clearer. The bluriness disappeared and he clearly saw the genuine emotions behind the child's teary eyes and he couldn't help himself but to squish the kid's cheeks. The kid spoke up agiain.

"You saved me. Thank you, Obito-san!" He smiled, showcasing his baby teeth. Obito smirked and looked at the red-head who was quiet the whole time. "Hear that? I saved this kid!" He boasted and laughed obnoxiously. Kushina took only one look at Obito's eyes and she gasped. She pointed to her own eyes and Obito tilted his head to the side. Was something wrong with his eyes?

A mirror was shoved in front of his face and his mouth was left agape. In place of two onyx orbs were two blood red ones, three tomoe lazily spinning in the middle. He actually got the Sharingan. A mature one. His mouth opened and closed like a fish, red eyes staring back at him. He manifested the Sharingan. What?

"Wa-o~ Cool eyes!" The kid on his lap clapped and proceeded to invade his personal space trying to get a better look at his Sharingan. He was still in pseudo-shock, frozen on his stiff hospital bed. He manifested the Sharingan.

"W-wha? Ah?" He pathetically looked from the mirror to the kid still trying to look at his eyes to Kushina then back to the mirror. Kushina was quick to snap out of it and congratulated him, patting his left hand, before making sure he's atleast half-comfortable on the stiff bed. He didn't know what to do first. Should he shout in joy first, boast about how cool his new eyes are, or just finally be happy because his clan is so gonna have to acknowledge him noe? He didn't know. His excitement made him buzz in happiness and in literal speech. He practically vibrated on his bed and drilled a hole with how much he was happiness he was trying to keep inside of him. A man in white uniform entered the room and checked Obito's vitals. After checkig everything thoroughly, he stood up straight and said—

"Genin Uchiha Obito, please report to Mission Desk two days after you discharge. The Ushijima clan head, Kaya-sama, requested your presence within the day you are cleared to go by the Head Nurse and reported to the Uchiha representative. Drop by the Log Desk in the Shinobi Ward later this afternoon so they can update everything under your file." He cut straight to the point, ruining the happy atmosphere for Ken and Kushina, but showed no signs of noticing as he silently dismissed himself and left the room as quiet as a civilian could. Obito rubbed his head and awakwardly tried to dissipate the tension and spike in KI directed to the door. What the nurse said was normal and not out of spite so he let it slide anyways.

Newbie shinobi (meaning Chūnin for no longer than a year and a half and the ranks below) were required to report to the Log and Mission Desks after getting admitted and/or cleared to leave the Hospital. Chūnin with a year and seven months of service and ranks above were technically still required to the Desks but are given more time to give leeway for unseen circumstances like emergency missions and/or early (forced) retirement. Jōnin (all the variation, Tōkubetsu, Team Sensei, Squad, except those under ANBU) were to report to the Hokage himself, whether it be verbal or written report, most commonly both. You can never know who is under the ranks of ANBU and those who are Jōnin due to the fact that both have to go about the public place wearing the standard Konoha flak jackets and uniform that could be flipped and bam, ANBU black ops jacket. It was rumoured every single person to reach the rank of Jōnin has been put in the ANBU, even for just a few weeks, as hazing. It was a pretty scary rumour and that helped put down any arrogant chūnin. Those under ANBU, he didn't know where and who they reported to. It was a huge possibility that they also have a commander, like the Jōnin and Chūnin commanders, and their commander reports for them to the Hokage but surely they are subjected to report to the Hokage about their medical records too if the man himself saw the need for it. Ken would know, Kazu said stuff when he thought the kid was too busy 'playing' to notice Ken was actually listening intently. All in all, getting admitted to the Hospital would give you almost 2 to 3 days of paperwork, which is why shinobi who do get admitted always want out and either try to escape the nurses or don't go to the Hospital at all. Back-alley hospitals aren't a thing yet in the Narutoverse, but Ken didn't want to be credited with the idea of such a dangerous practice, so he shut his mouth.

Obito shook his head as he made a move to get off of the bed, and he would've been successful if the kid on his bed had let go of him. The kid was holding onto Obito's waist with his right arm while his left hand clutched the metal siding for the bed. Obito would have to either force the child to let go of the siding, or not get off the bed. The teen chose the former. He relaxed as the kid pinched his waist when he tried to get off of the bed one last time.

"So kid," He started, said child shifted on the hospital bed to turn and look at him, "—where did you learn a jutsu like that? That was probably a high-A to S rank in the Jutsu Archives. Parents?" The kid didn't nod his head but simply pouted instead.

"No, it was accident." He said, fidgeting with his index fingers. His right brow raised as he stared at the kid intently.

"Handsigns are not an accident. And don't worry kid, Kushina and I won't ever let anything get out of this room." He said, glancing at Kushina who was strangely quiet. He sent the woman a questioning look and she pointed to his eyes again. He looked at the mirror and he just realized he didn't know how to disable the Sharingan. Holy shit.

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Ken thought he fucked up. Poor Obito got killed because of him and his dumbass but thank the Sage because the young Uchiha lived. He rushed to the room where the young Uchiha was, and once he saw what the poor boy's condition was, it broke his heart. Obito was thrashing on his bed, two big needles sticking out of his right arm. He ran and held Obito, drowning his hands with his chakra as Megami instructed, and thankfully, he calmed down and looked a lot less in pain. Ken cried for Obito, almost injuring the kid with how tight he gripped his waist.

Ken was so scared he accidentally killed someone's career. He was supposed to save Obito but what happened? He enters his hospital room, immediately met with the sight of Obito thrashing in pain. He cried as he thought he failed in his secret mission of making stuff easier for everyone. He knew he stood no chance of being god-like in this world, no matter who said it. He knew his limits, and he damn well knew he ain't at a level to kill Madara for sure. The man survived his fight with the Shodai, even with outside help. He knew for sure the only strength he has is information, and all of those were to become reality in more than a decade. He knew he couldn't change this world's reality, but he sure as hell make it a little easier, make it a little heartbreaking, and make it a little less kill-for-the-kill-count type of world.

He held onto Obito, not because he knew the kid was skinship-depraved, but because he now knew what his failure will result to. This is just the warning, and the next time he fails, he knew it would be at the cost of another's life. He pretended to be a kid, he pretended to be innocent, but he will not pretend that everything is okay. He had atleast creative control, no matter how far-fetched it is, to help the people; main characters or not. It broke his heart to see one person hurting because of him, he will not let any more suffer because he fucked up.

His train of thought was cut when Obito pointed out his [Nuclear Release: Broccoli] was an S rank jutsu. He said it was an accident only because the first name he thought for the shape of the jutsu was a broccoli, he can't possibly tell them that's the name of his jutsu and he never knew that he couldn't rename his techniques again. Fuck shitty in-game rules.

"Handsigns are not an accident. And don't worry kid, Kushina and I won't ever let anything get out of this room." Obito said, before turning his gaze to Kushina, who had been unusually quiet at the time. She then proceeded to wordlessly show him that he had yet to deactivate his Sharingan. He almost panicked. Almost. Ken poked his forehead hard enough to break the steady flow of chakra to his eyes, thus deactivating the Sharingan. Obito sputtered in surprise before Ken shoved the mirror onto his face. He sighed, thanking Ken before turning to Kushina, who was now smiling.

"Why you quiet, Kush'na-san?" I ask, mentally slapping the back of my own head when Kushina became Kush'na. She smiled before answering, "It's my first time seeing Obito with eyes with three tomoe. He grew up so fast." She said, teasing eyes on Obito. He blushed before trying to make a come back but failing immediately. That made Kushina laugh and pat his head, before excusing herself so she could inform Minato about his recovery.

It left us in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, if you don't count some nurses shouting curses at escaping shinobi outside Obito's room. Ken melted on top of Obito's body, relishing in the fact that the teen was alive. Obito leaned back on his propped up bed and pat Ken's back, kinda like when you pat a baby to sleep. He relaxed and continued this for a few more minutes before he stopped. Obito stared at the wall in front of him, lost in thought.

"Obito-san?" Ken heard a hum in reply, low but smooth.

"Ma was serious." Obito froze on his bed, eyes blurring and tears almost dripping.

"A-ah. I don't know about that, kid." His comfortable pats on Ken's back stopped for a few seconds and then quickly continued when Ken remained quiet. Obito's imagination ran wild, and he also thought about the worst case scenario. At best, he'd get away with only a scolding (he was used to it anyways) and at the worst, they're gonna beat him up for letting the kid get hurt. He prayed to whoever was up there that it'd be the former.

"You don't think I say true stuff." Ken accused, shifting into a indian-sitting position at the older's knees. Obito tensed once more. What's happening is too good to be true. What the Clan Head wanted was too good to be true.

"Is true. Kazu and I agree, you know." Ken whispered, back facing Obito. He said it in a quiet voice but he knew, he just knew, Obito heard him, loud and clear. He'd say Obito heard him not by his ears but by his heart but that'd gonna be cringey and he didn't want anyone to be subjected to that.

"I-I'd like to. I would really like to." The Uchiha finally broke down and let the tears flow, hands gripping the sheets so tight.

"Thank you so much."

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Kazu smiled behind the door of the room Uchiha Obito occupied. The poor kid had no one to pay for his hospital bills, even if he had monthly deposits in the Uchiha clan clan-wide savings. Ken offered to pay for the kid, but the Ushijima knew gratitude, so they immediately agreed when he and Ken requested they pay for his bills under the general name of the Ushijima clan. But that surely wasn't the reason the Uchiha was crying his heart out in his room. Ken might've dropped the bomb a bit too early.

Kazu smirked as he leaned against the wall, thanking the heavens Kushina heard him tapping against the wall to go out of the room. She smiled so big when she got out and immediately thanked Kazu as soon as the door closed. He replied humbly as he subtly dismissed the excited woman by pointing out that she still had to find the Uchiha's genin sensei.

He pushed himself off of the wall and silently walked towards the exit of the Hospital, dropping a few thousand ryo at the Hospital cafeteria and ordering abundant food for the kids inside the Uchiha's room. He went on his way quietly to the TI division, hands shoved deep inside his pockets. He had someone to talk to.

He wasn't ashamed to admit that he paid almost 3 million ryo just so he could be the one to beat the life out of an Iwa-nin (how the fuck did he get through the gates) found almost dead, burnt to the bone in the forest a few meters away from his brother and the young Uchiha, who he was pretty sure was the reason Ken and Obito were being chased by frogs. They were companion types, most acceptably compared to the Inuzuka ninken and Aburame kikai.

Dropping 3 million was an easy decision considering there was a huge possibility of using Ken as ransom or gouging the Uchiha's eyes out would both benefit Iwagakure. Demanding ransom for Ken would give them almost tens of millions of ryo, giving their economy a boost. Getting the Uchiha's eyes were a huge blow to both the Uchiha's and Konoha's reputation, making it difficult for the non-shinobi villages to associate with us.

He finally arrived at the infamous TI building, complete with the barbed walls and nasty looking guards. He simply walked past the guards and nodded in acknowledgment when they both greeted him. Huh, they must know of his business here. Figures.

He reached the underground cells, which were hella unkept, and scanned the poorly lit cells for an Iwa-nin that had third-degree burns.

"Aha. There you are!" He exclaimed, happily dragging the male, hand tightly gripping his throat, to an empty torture cell. He threw the shinobi to the spiked wall, taking extreme delight when one spike came through and pierced the man's right rib cage. How he was still breathing was a pure miracle.

He plucked the man off of the wall and gripped his hair.

"Tell me," he started, dragging the almost lifeless man to a chair before tying him up with barbed rope, "—who was your target? The Uchiha? The kid?" finding the rope secure enough, he sat on a clean chair and leaned back. The man wheezed and Kazuhiko dragged the sole of his shoes on the burnt flesh of the man before him.

"I'm waiting." He said, cheerfully scrubbing the soft flesh off of the bone, exposing the muscles, using his shoe sole.

"—bitch..." Kazu's eyesight bled red and he crushed the man's right hand fingers, making sure that it was broken beyond repair. The man's eyes threatened to roll to the back of his head but Kazu stuck his fingers inside the man's lids.

"I would appreciate it if you don't describe yourself and pass out right now, but for the wrong answer, I'll make sure your left hand is thoroughly grinded." He smiled sadistically as he started to use the man's hitai-ate, coating it with chakra, to break and chop up the man's hand.

"—ther die..." Kazuhiko hummed as he continued to happily crush the man's hand. Wow, stress relief at it's finest. The guy was barely alive and the only reason he was still living was because of his chakra. Hmm.

"Time to switch torture techniques! Which do you prefer? Senbon or wire?" He inquired, making sure the man's skin on his hand wouldn't break but the bone inside was thoroughly crushed.

"...kid." His eyesight bled red once again and he laughed.

"A saw it is then." He proceeded to sharpen the unannouced option and laugh like a maniac. The man's eyes widened significantly and he started to thrash on his chair, body pricked by the barbed rope. He started to shout for help and cry. Whoa, such a beautiful cry for help. He could almost feel himself start to want to clap.

Kazuhiko ripped the man's throat out of his neck, making sure to not hit any major arteries. He laughed louder as the blood squirted and the man continued to sob. He then slowly started to saw off the hands, sawing the wrists painfully slow and deep. The man's eyes closed shut and he halfway drowned on his own blood. He leaned back and looked the man up and down and worked on his torso, making a Konoha-shaped cut on his stomach and pushing his fingers through to grab the organs and pull it out of the cuts. After the torso, he checked the crotch, shrugging to himself and sawing off the acorn. The knees down were already played with earlier and he stopped as he noticed the man is a few minutes away from really dying. He'll just leave him kind of alive so when the people cleaning the chamber comes and disposes of him the body chute, the last things he's gonna see are dead bodies.

Kazuhiko smiled at his magnificent job well done. He clapped and pat himself on the back, exiting the chamber for someone to clean it for him.

Now, to get permission to do missions at Iwagakure.

Hi. Part two will have the war and other stuff in it~! I kinda enjoyed this because OBITO. My baby. Anyways, this one is kinda long but I doubt anyone is complaining. See ya next week!

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