Revamped Series Edit Completed: 31 July 2017
Toying With The Past Is What We Do
Chapter Two
Can This Be The First Option?
Kakashi gawks at his friend who appears out of nowhere, his Mangekyō flaring brightly from within the looming shadows. And that is the only distinguishing part of him, because now, his face is free of scars and child-like. He is swimming in a black pair of pants with the bottom cuffs frayed and torn, held up by two small fists the same shade of milky white, the discoloration absent. His hair, which had lost its color after becoming the Jūbi Jinchūriki, is black again.
Obito moves toward him, still speaking with a high-pitched voice similar to his own. "This is either a really bad dream, or you and I have both become brats. Personally, I'm hoping for the first option."
There is no response.
Kakashi is too busy trying to comprehend the sight before him: Obito standing here looking like a kid with the Hokage Monument behind him and Konoha in one piece, but with buildings he hasn't seen since before the Kyūbi attack, the damage which had ultimately been caused by the same person standing opposite him.
Yes, Kakashi is indeed confused, maybe somewhat optimistic, but still so confused. On one hand, yay! A possible second chance to not fuck up his life. On the other hand, how the hell did they get here?
He collapses from where he stands in his shock, and a moment later, Obito follows.
The Uchiha plops down and falls against his side listlessly. "How the hell did we get here?" he mutters in a lighter tone.
Kakashi is startled before his shrunken body begins trembling in laughter, snorting from trying to repress it.
"It's official. You're insane, Kakashi."
Kakashi shakes his head, amused by their identical thoughts. He could almost believe Obito had returned to his former self, but the man's ruthless cruelty was ingrained so deeply, not even Naruto's words could revert the Uchiha back into the gentle, merciful boy he once was.
He casually bumps their heads together.
"Yeah, I know."