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He is livid,downright furious.
and not just at the fact he should be dead-and well-
isn't!
No this was hot simmering rage,ugly dark jealousy. Becuase-Because!
He had been sent into the body of another him. Another-more fortunate Obito. And it just wasn't fair,how good this Obito had it-how easy life was-how utterly lucky and loved. This Obito was practically living his fantasy. And still! He had the gall-the absolute idiocy!
To take it for granted
Sure he wasn't hokage,Sure the Uchiha hadn't fully 'welcomed' with open arms the moment he awakened his cursed sharigan. Fuck them honestly-But he was loved,praised,alive,and wasn't that enough? Wasn't that good enough?
There was no Zetsu-Madara-and boy-was that something. There was no scars upon his face-no bitter reminder of his failure. Both eyes still intact,body completely organic. Completely human-completely him.
He could eat-feel-love! Konoha was at steady peace-Minato was Hokage,Kushina was alive and well! Taking care of 'Mr. If I yell and punch them enough surely they will come to the good side',no less!
and the best fucking part?
Kakashi
Rin
by Kami
specifically Bakashi
He could have imploded on the spot just then.
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Kakashi had bitterly gotten used to his partners absence. The loss of the familiar warmth in bed,the gentle kisses,the trust. Heated passion in the moonlight.Looks of utter infatuation. He had gotten much to used to it,the pure love,and sweet touches. But like many good things in Kakashi’s life,it had ripped and torn to shreds in a single night.
He was,afterall,only a fuckbuddy.
A friend
The lust between them was simply a means to an end. To get over grief,anger,frustration,sanity. It was nothing new in the Shinobi world-and-at some point,expected even.
So no he wasn’t upset that Obito had ended there late night meetings. Stating that,”they couldn’t keep doing this forever,””that he wanted to pursue a real relationship with someone,Rin,Kakashi thought,always Rin.-Gods he was horrible. He wanted attention-to keep that terrible crush of his burning. With every glance and touch his skin set ablaze. He hated it-absolutely despised it. And yet he could never-never dare-to deny it.
He thinks that maybe,at some point,Obito may have felt the the same.
But for once in his life-Kakashi was late. Far to late.
To late to notice,to late to care.
And now Obito was moving on without him.
Just like everyone else.