Disclaimer: Just to clarify, I still don't own Naruto. –boo-
"Okay, tell me again WHY you brought me…a wolf." Tsunade said, stretching slightly.
"Couldn't kill him," Kakashi answered, rather simply. Tsunade sighed. She'd never get a proper answer out of this guy.
"Despite the fact that the dog'll have a limp, he has stitches, and shouldn't see any action for a while, he's fine."
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Step. Step. Cringe.
This pattern followed the slow and steady 'tak!' of Kakashi's zori as the two walked slowly through the streets of Konoha no kuni.
"You sure you don't want any help?" He muttered as a few of the villagers stopped and gaped at the black wolf.
I said no. He answered, rather annoyed.
"Whatever…"
Bypassing the Ichiraku, the numerous shops, and a few kids playing tag, the two finally reached Kakashi's apartment.
Upon stepping inside, Obito immediately padded, rather shakily, over to the couch and hopped up. He curled up before realizing he was being watched. He blinked back at Kakahsi.
What? You wanted to sleep here?
He ruffled Obito's fur on the ear base and walked into the kitchen.
"Do you still like rice balls?"
Hold the soy sauce. Obito wrinkled up his muzzle. Too salty.
A bit later, after Obito had nibbled on the rice ball, and midnight was staining the dusk, that the wolf cracked an eye open.
He hadn't taken a good look around.
Hopping down softly, he continued a quiet limp and found himself in a hallway. Sniffing, he kept his tail from dragging and found himself at a half open door.
The bedroom?
His slim wolf frame kept Obito from bumping the door as he slid in.
Kakashi was asleep. Well, who wouldn't be? It was getting late.
Blinking, Obito crept over to the nightstand, where two picture frames were set on the table.
There was one picture, with Rin, Arashi-sensei, he and Kakashi. The hext one showed a blonde child similar in appearance to their sensei, scowling at a raven haired boy. In between the two was a smiling pink-haired girl. Standing behind them was a silver haired man.
Obito cocked his small, furry head.
Kakashi?!
With a shock, he realized that his friend was no longer a teenager. It was weird, his best friend a full grown man, and here he was, a torn up wolf.
Shaking his shagging head, Obito took one last glance around the room before hobbling quietly out.