I forgot to upload the last chapter here! Sorry guys. But here you go two chapter in one day.

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Babies, Obito thought belatedly, were heavy.

Of course, he then supposed, anything was heavy when you had been standing in the hallway of the Hokage mansion for five hours, covered in blood and waiting for your team mate to stop turning into a catatonic killing machine next to you.

Also, he had to pee.

His sensei was dead, Kushina was dead, their new born child was gurgling in his arms, and Obito needed to either piss or scream or punch Kakashi into alertness.

He figured urination was the least damaging option.

"Kakashi, I need you to hold him for a minute." Obito said, shifting to slide the child into Kakashi's arms.

If the guy would ever lift them.

"Kakashi, are you conscious? I said I need you to take him for a minute."

Kakashi blinked once, slowly, as if he had only just been woken up from a dream.

"What?" He finally responded.

Obito bit his tongue, willing himself not to lose his temper.

"I said, I need you to take him. I need to piss."

Kakashi's gaze went from Obito's face to the bundle in his arms.

"You mean…. The child?" He said, sounding unsure.

"Yes, Kakashi. The child. The one I've been holding for the past five hours. I need you to take him, so I can piss, bind my arm, and get some of the blood off of my face. Do you think you can handle that, or do I have to keep being the one who keeps my shit together while you fall apart again?"

Cruel, perhaps, but Obito wasn't feeling particularly patient at that moment. If Minato sensei had been here, he would have found something diplomatic to say to prevent tempers from running short. But he wasn't there, and he never would be, and if Obito didn't move in the next few seconds he was probably going to explode.

Kakashi, in an awkward and uncomfortable fashion, made a cradle shape with his arms for Obito to deposit the baby into. Obito practically sighed with relief.

"Thanks. I won't be long. I assume Lord Sarutobi will come see us soon.

Kakashi nodded faintly, staring down at the baby in his arms, still holding his arms stiff and awkward, like he thought he would break the boy it he were to relax for even a moment. After the events of the day, it wasn't an entirely unreasonable fear.

Once he was fairly certain Kakashi wasn't going to self-implode, Obito made his way around the corner to the bathrooms, which were amazingly still intact and had running water. His life ran on tiny miracles. After releasing his ever suffering bladder, Obito splashed some cold water in his face and began trying to wipe some of the blood off. Checking the wound on his arm, he decided it thankfully wasn't deep enough for stiches or healing jutsu. He just got some fresh gauze out of his small med kit and wrapped it around his arm after cleaning it.

Lifting his face from the messy sink, Obito looked into the mirror. His face appeared gaunt, smeared with remains of dirt and blood, his eyes large and blood shot. Fairly certain no one else was going to come in, he leaned forward on his elbows and released a shuddering breath.

They had survived an entire war. One of the longest and bloodiest wars in all of shinobi history. Three out of four of their team had made it out alive, made it back home. Now, a year later, Minato was dead. Survived the worst war ever seen just to die at home the night of his son's birth.

He had sealed the fox inside of his son. That much was clear. But what now? Would the child be taken into custody? Guarded, so the fox wouldn't escape?

Or would they kill him, put him down like an Anbu gone mad?

No. No way would Obito let that happen. If no one else, they would have to go through him and Kakashi before they could lay a finger on the boy.

So if they didn't kill him or lock him away, what would they do? It wasn't likely that Obito was the only one to figure out the fox had been sealed in him. Obito had a hard enough time as a child, being the illegitimate son of an Uchiha kunoichi and a civilian man, neither of whom he had known. Though Kakashi wouldn't speak of it, Obito knew that people had shunned him as the son of the White Fang. So who could care for the child?

Obito's thoughts were interrupted by a soft, hoarse voice at the door.

Kakashi stood there. Still delicately cradling the baby in his arms. "Lord Sarutobi is here. He wants to see us."

"Right. Okay, yeah, I'll be right there." Obito raised himself uprights, and rubbed at his eyes.

"No, it- it's okay. I can keep holding him. If you want."

Obito blinked at Kakashi. He was holding the baby to his chest, cradling it. Somehow, he seemed less awkward then he had moments before. He was looking down at the baby with a sort of gentleness in his eyes, one Obito had never seen. His grey eye seemed to have softened from cold steel to that of a soft rain, the grey clouds that came in summer. The baby had one hand wrapped around one of Kakashi's scarred, strong fingers.

"Yeah." Obito replied, his voice cracking slightly. "Yeah, sure. Thanks, 'Kashi."

Kakashi looked up at him, surprised. He didn't say anything about Obito's use of Minato's nickname for him. He just turned around, and said; "Let's go."

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As it turned out, Lord Sarutobi had not been ready for them at all. They ended up sitting in the Hokage's office, cross legged on the floor against the wall. When the baby started crying, Obito was almost grateful. At least then someone would have to notice they were there.

Or so he thought.

With all the yelling and commotion, no one seemed to notice the screaming infant. So Obito stood up, and tried to get some attention.

"Hey, can we get some help over here?" He said, raising his voice in an attempt to make a dent in the din of the room.

"Hey, we have a crying baby over here!"

No one even turned around.

Obito turned back around to Kakashi. "Alright, this is bullshit. We can't sit here with a crying newborn."

Kakashi raised his eyebrow. "Where are we supposed to go?"

Obito considered that for a moment. Being in a loud, crowded place like this wouldn't do any good. He was probably hungry, having not eaten yet. But where would they get formula? It wasn't like any stores were open.

Oh, right.

"My cousin just had a baby. She's still nursing. I bet she wouldn't mind, and she'll be back at the compound, because she can't leave Sasuke alone."

"You want to ask your cousin to nurse a baby she doesn't even know?"

"He's a baby. She has milk. Our options are limited here, 'kashi." Obito replied. "These assholes are too busy arguing to go help get the wounded off the street, never mind help feed a baby. He needs to eat. Rin told me that babies are supposed to start nursing right away."

Kakashi was quiet for a moment, before replying. "Are you sure it's a good idea to take him outside? We don't know how the fox was sealed in. If others know about it, they could try to hurt him. I don't think he should leave the building. Or be taken to any particular clan."

Obito frowned. "Particular clan? What does that mean?"

"It means that if we take him to the Uchiha it could be interpreted as either favoritism or manipulation on the part of the clan. After all, it's not uncommon knowledge amoung shinobi that the Sharingan can control the tailed beasts."

Obito stilled his fidgeting, and his tone grew colder. "What exactly are you implying, Kakashi? You think the Uchiha have something to do with this? Are you really bringing politics up right now?"

"No, that's not what I mean. I was there, I know it wasn't anyone from the clan. What I'm saying is that other people don't know that. You and I both know that the tensions between the Uchiha and the rest of the village have been rising. I don't want your clan to become a scapegoat. That's all I meant."

"For fuck's sake, you really think that shit matters right now?" Obito exclaimed, his voice just barely rising above the din in the room.

"I'm just trying to think about this logically-"

"Logically?" Obito cut Kakashi off. "Don't try to lecture me about my own clan's affairs, Kakashi, I know them better than you do. Right now I'm prioritizing this child's safety."

"So am I. I don't want some crazed shinobi trying to kill him because of those markings on his face." Kakashi shot back, gesturing to the boy.

Obito looked down at him, then at the baby in his arms. Obito had been thinking it himself not long before. Kakashi was right. The whisker marks stood out clearly against his skin, a practical beacon to anyone seeking revenge on the Kyuubi. Obito leaned back against the wall, and sunk down to the floor to sit beside Kakashi, legs and sides pressed together. For once, Kakashi didn't pull away. The two of them shared contact and body heat as the shared their confusion and grief, there on the floor of the Hokage's office, in the ruins of their village.

Without even thinking, Obito leaned his head onto Kakashi's shoulder. It felt like a natural response- like the two of them had been sharing casual touch for years, rather than hours. Kakashi tensed for a moment, before relaxing. A few seconds later, he tentatively took Obito's hand that was not supporting the baby, squeezing it gently.

Obito clutched the whimpering baby to his chest, and closed his weary, stinging eyes.

Before he knew it, he was asleep.