Revamped Series Edit Completed: 31 July 2017
Toying With The Past Is What We Do
Chapter Eight
Do I Smell A Liar?
Obito regrets being the first inside the classroom, because as he calls out an apology for their tardiness, his forehead is pelted by an eraser. He growls, "You insolent, son of a-"
A hand covers his mouth while an arm tightly grips his waist, halting the scream of profanity that would have done more bad than good, not that Obito cared. He'll say it again: there is no respect in this miserable excuse of an academy.
(The man-boy seems to forget he is no longer the infamous masked man, back to being the ever-late Uchiha black sheep.)
Kakashi digs his fingers into his cheek, and Obito takes it as a warning to stop struggling. His flailing limbs sag and he keeps silent as Kakashi talks for the both of them.
No matter, Obito prefers not to waste breath for such a weak ninja, teacher or not.
But the second he hears the other's monologue – yes, that's right, monologue – Obito wishes he had never allowed Kakashi to take the reins.
He should have learned from this morning.
"Maa, forgive our lateness, Sensei," he languidly begins, "you see, on my way to the Academy, I ran into Obito who was helping a senior woman across the street. We decided to walk together, but unfortunately for our attendance records, we met with some problems. First was a black cat that crossed our path and under a ladder, which if we had gone ahead, we would have had twice the amount of bad luck. Thus, we had to take the longest way here. That was the beginning of our adventure.
Next, we had to help a group of children fend off their bullies, who for some reason all had purple markings under their eyes, making them look like pedophilic snakes. Obito did an awesome air kick that landed two of the meanies in the hospital while I took the other two out using a technique I call the Oiroke Jutsu, a secret technique reserved for the worst kinds of people, and sometimes those who just naturally piss you off. The children dropped to their knees and praised us like we were Hokage-sama himself. One of the little girls even handed us a few flowers.
Sadly, after that, those beautiful flowers were lost when a bunch of crows with weasel faces started to peck at our heads, and for some strange reason, they were accompanied by fish with wings made from clay that spat tons of tiny bombs at us. Obito and I had never fled so fast, especially when a couple of women joined the fray, carrying scythes and screaming about money and bloodthirsty gods.
Luckily we were saved by paper puppets controlled by a man with red and blue hair and multiple piercings, but unluckily, he forced us to return the favor. He asked me to do a little dance for him, which I did. But then he asked Obito to join his group of criminals bent to control the world through an illusion of epic proportions. I had to get us out of there, so then I had to use my second special technique, Hāremu Jutsu. It was super effective, knocking him out completely, and finally we could reach the Academy.
Lastly, we headed for the bathrooms where we combed our hair and brushed the debris from our clothes, and now, here we are in your presence, forty minutes late."
Kakashi finishes with a bow, bringing them both down ninety degrees, "Obito and I apologize."
To Obito's amazement and utter disbelief, their Academy sensei merely stares and then sighs, placing a hand over his entire face. "Just- Just sit down, you two," he mutters, exasperated.
Obito wonders. Is he really a master manipulator, or is the person smiling freely beside him the true master?
He's not so sure anymore as Kakashi drags him to a desk by the wrist.
As they settle in their seats, that is when he realizes where the other boy led him.
Rin turns her head to give them a humored smile.
Why, oh why me…