Obito got up in the morning, getting dressed and everything mechanically, not entirely there. He wore black cargo shorts and a darker orange shirt with a Charmander on it. He walked to school, still somewhat in a daze, a wristband hiding his cut. Kakashi was waiting for him when he got to his locker.
The silver haired boy followed him every where, literally.
Even to the bathroom. Obito went into a stall because he certaintly wasn't going to whip it out in front of him. No matter how much he liked him.
After a few weeks of this, Obito eventually got used to it. They spoke some but Obito largely stayed silent despite Kakashi's prodding. He was persistent though. Going to the park one day, thinking he was finally free of Kakashi for awhile, he was singing "Bullet" by Hollywood Undead. He was still softly singing as he did his pull-ups, unknown to him, Kakashi was sitting in one of the trees, watching and of course, listening.
When Отравленный поцелуй(Poison kiss) by Save came on, he did his best to sing it too.
Finally finished and covered in sweat, still softly singing in Russian, he began the walk back to his house.
"So, that's why you do it."
Obito nearly jumped out of his skin when Kakashi spoke.
"What?"
"I think I understand why you cut."
Obito stopped and faced him, his arms folded.
"Why is that you think?"
"To feel." He said it simply, as though stating a fact that could be looked up in a book.
Obito said nothing, just stared at him. After a few moments he quietly said, "I'm not as easy to figure out as you think Kakashi Hatake. I told you the truth earlier. Believe what you will though. Whatever this strange fixation on me is, you need to back up. I don't have friends, you know that, I'm pretty sure you don't either. You don't because you're smart, but you're a total dick about it. I don't because I'm gay and emo as fuck. I'm pretty damn sure you don't want to keep following me around or people will start to think you're with me."
Kakashi just stared at him, his mouth was hanging open. Obito had never spoken to anyone that way, and no one had ever spoken to Kakashi that way.
"So. You know more about me than anyone has ever known. What will you do?"
Kakashi only stared at him, he was for once, at a loss.
"Well then, hopefully now you will stop your following me about." And with that statement, Obito left Kakashi standing on the sidewalk.
As he walked, the thought about what he had said. All of it was true. He liked men, he was what was known as emo, and he had no friends. Kakashi was probably the closest thing he had to a friend and he had pretty well just fucked that all up. Not that he cared. He wanted to die. Therefore, he did not need anyone. He could feel that familiar darkness beckoning to him, awaiting him. He felt wretched. He only wanted death, an end, a blissful end. It was really all he could think about the majority of time. Death... No matter how much he wanted and longed and tried..., it was never given to him... No matter what he did. he tried anyway, wanting, wishing, hoping that this time would be the time it worked.
He was done with life. It was pointless. He wanted nothing of it. None of it amounted to anything. He was doing nothing meaningful with his life and he was tired of it. Everything that held meaning to him, meant nothing in this world of money, cars, and politics. The things he cared about are from an older, simpler time. A time he longs for.
Drowning in despair, Obito walked to the nearest store, buying himself four monsters. He opened one as he left, chugging a third of it. He gazed at them, his eyes full of sadness. Why had he just spent his money on them? Because he was addicted to them? Because hopefully, one day, they would kill him? This only sunk him further down. He was just so tired, always so tired. That spat with Kakashi had drained him. He wanted to do nothing, just lay down and die. But no, no he could not have that. No matter how hard he tried..., he was never given that.
Upon reaching his room, he put his earbuds in and cranked his music louder than necessary and began to write.
'Stuck here, waiting,
Living on the outside,
Dying on the in.
Waiting, waiting for a day unknown.
Longing as always,
No matter who met,
No matter what said,
The feelings remain the same.
Faking the way through,
Until it all comes crashing down.
Still, only waiting for a day that may never arrive.'
Pieces by Sum 41 was playing when he set his pencil down. Softly, he sang to himself.
"I tried to be perfect, it just wasn't worth it. Nothing could ever be so wrong. It's hard to believe me, it never gets easy. I guess I knew that all along..."
He sat, staring into space, replaying events in his head, all of them involving himself and Kakashi. The way Kakashi had followed him and things..., maybe the other boy felt for him, but he didn't know it. Obito snorted, dismissing the idea. Kakashi wouldn't, especially not after what he said to him earlier. There was no way...