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It was hard to be alive right now if he's honest.
It's been...months. Nine miserable months of feeling like the entire world was background noise as the crash keeps playing over and over and over each time he closes his eyes. All the blood, the glass, the pole that had pierced through her-missing the driver, their mutual friend Kakashi who survived with one eye gone-as she lay there motionless beside him.
He barely remembers how to breathe. Nine months since her death and he barely even gets out for his botanist classes never mind have a social life. That's not even the worst part in all of this; he dreams about her. So vivid, so detailed, and so real that when he opens his eyes he tries so hard to look for her. When he comes back to reality he always feel a chill rush through him like someone with cold hands caressing down his neck.
From the corners of his eyes he could see shadows moving like someone was sneaking out just out of his sight but enough he will turn his head whil brushing his teeth. The sounds of nails scratching, thinking he hears a giggle when he walks down his own hallway. It's been like this since the funeral that took place about a month after the accident.
At first Obito really thought he may have some kind of mental illness. That he was imagining all this and that losing the woman he has been in love with, who he pined for for years, who he knew from childhood and did everything to could to keep her happy when they were around each other, has caused him to lose his mind. He can't even look at Kakashi without feeling a surge of anger that almost made him want to vomit.
Now though...now he is convinced that the only explanation to these strange phenomena in the last nine months? He was being haunted.
He has a pretty good idea of who it is too and he had questions he desperately wanted answered. It's why he impulsively bought it; this board used to communicate with the dead despite the warnings and dangers of it. Of the things that could happen if he breaks the rules but this was important.
How else is he going to talk to Rin? To know if it's her? To see why she was doing this, why she keeps coming to him and haunting him after such a tragedy, this was something he needed to do. It's why he didn't tell anyone else, because would they really help him or try to convince him he's sick again?
Obito takes a slow breath, closing his eyes as he pulls the curtains to the window and lights candles around the table. He was in his apartment, alone at his table; something he was able to afford with the inheritance his grandmother left him when she passed away, the sweet woman she was.
I need to bring her flowers when I'm done here...
He calmly plays with the planchette in his hands, moving it around calmly as he studies the wooden item with glass in the hole. He read the rules and he knows if this works he was going to be in dangerous territory. No one was here but him by choice, he was risking having something evil in his house and he had to remember to say goodbye when he's done...if he can bring himself to should it be Rin.
He puts his phone on silent, "If Stupid Kakashi tries to call me while I talk to you, I'm gonna be so mad..." he shakes his head as he takes a slow breath to begin the process. He has a note pad by his right so he can right the answers, and he has every intention of keeping a hand on the planchette at all times.
Strangely enough he feels a tinge of excitement...and anxiety. The last time he saw Rin was the car accident...he can still remember the tears dripping down her face as they were picking her up from a party. She looked so devastated, so in pain he was just trying to cheer her up, to get ehr to laugh-
Why did his last memory have to be of her crying?
He takes a moment; wanting to psyche himself up as he slowly lets his hand hover over the planchette...and huffs as he places his fingers on it with one hand.
"Okay...okay...you can do this...you can do this..." he takes a slow breath as his eyes scan over the board a moment, "...Hello to whoever has been keeping me awake lately. Uh hope you don't mind I thought we could talk, ha..." He takes another breath trying hard not to lose his nerve, "Is uh...is there anyone there?"
He waits staring at the planchette, blinking as he watches it. It stays there making him swallow as he tries not to break down. Fuck fuck fuck what is he doing? What the hell is he doing? This was such a stupid idea of course he wouldn't get an answer--
The planchette suddenly moves under his fingers. He stares with wide eyes at it a moment, making sure to keep as still as possible. To make sure he wasn't accidentally moving it as it slides across the board of letters and the words in the corners...the planchette moving it's glass eye over yes.
Obito swallows feeling the temperature beginning to get cooler around him, "..Oh good, good good...' he shakily writes it down beside him keeping one hand on it now. He has to ask yes or no questions, just yes or no..yes or no...
"So...do you mind a few questions?"
He jumps when it moves him to the other side; no.
Oh goodie. He thinks back on his research as the air grows colder and colder as he keeps his hand still and watches it move to answer him.
"..Are you a girl?"
Yes.
"Okay that's one thing out of the way...do you like candy?"
Yes
"That's good...um..do you...um..." his hand shakes a bit. Rin loved candy but anyone in the afterlife could love it, "...Did you die nine months ago?'
Yes
He gulps at the answer with widened eyes, feeling his heart pounding in his chest, "...Are you angry?"
No
Obito breathes slowly and swallows a lump down his throat, "..Do I know you?"
Yes
He almost breaks the planchette from how on edge he was. He can feel it in his gut, swallowing thickly as he tries not to hyperventilate. The sensation of cold fingers on his skin returns; something he normally felt after waking from a vivid dream of Rin...Rin...
"...Rin is that you?"
The cold spreads from his neck now to around his neck; like arms wrapping around him from behind as goosebumps rush up his back and sides and arms. His eyes are widening as he swallows thickly, the planchette moving from his hand and slowly on it's own actoss the board in front of him. Then something caresses his cheek that feels like icy breath.
He swears he feels his own soul about to leave his body at what he ends up righting out on the paper.
H I O B I T O