Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I'm only borrowing its beloved characters for a moment.

Discreet

"You're so obvious," remarks Kakashi in his deadpan voice. "Can that kind of behavior even count you as a shinobi?"

Obito shoots him a dour look. "What are you talking about?" he retorts, abruptly redoubling his kunai-polishing efforts.

"You're terrible at reconnaissance. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about," replies Kakashi curtly, calmly assessing the shine on his newest set of shuriken. Deeming the set to be in proper condition, he organizes them into the waiting pouch lying open on the floor.

An awkward sandstorm of pink sweeps across the young Uchiha's shamefaced visage. "If you're talking about that mission last week, I told you," persists Obito, "I didn't know that bastard heard me up in the trees! I was as quiet as a mouse!"

Kakashi barely blinked. "First, no, you weren't as quiet as thought you were; Rin and I heard you all the way from our posts. Second, that's not what I was referring to, moron."

Outraged, the Uchiha leapt from his seat, pointing at Kakashi as if the mere sight of him offended him deeply. "I WAS QUIET—DAMN YOU, KAKASHI!" he hollers, words exploding out of him unchecked. "AND WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU TALKING ABOUT THEN?"

"Is everything going alright over there?" Rin pipes, concern poorly concealed in her voice. She stops restocking her medical bags, and peers over apprehensively.

Obito sits down immediately, spluttering his apologies, conveying to her that she really shouldn't mind him, he's just being—he laughs and reflects shamefully on his uncouth display.

Kakashi raises a single brow at him. "You see what I mean?"

"No," Obito mutters sullenly, at an extremely tame volume. He honestly doesn't know, and wishes Kakashi would just explain it already.

Kakashi, however, espies their sensei striding up the path. He leans down, attaches the pouch to his belt and gets up from his seat. Before he makes it two steps away from him, he says over his shoulder: "You're a shinobi, Obito. If you're going to watch her all time, at least make it discreet."

Obito feels blood flood his face, and gashes his hand on the blunt edge of a kunai.

fin.

A/N: What can I say? I fell in love with them again. Written in the wee hours of the morning, half-way to sorrow, and with a hand cramp. Nevertheless, comments/critique welcomed. Thank you for reading.