Chapter 6
Obito’s feet dragged on the ground as he walked, but he kept his feet moving, and that’s what mattered. It had been a restless sleep, and had done nothing to help, but it had been sleep nonetheless, he guessed. He rubs at his face, letting out a quiet groan. He needed to get—- somewhere. He didn’t really want to go back to the base, but it was the best place he had at the moment.
He really wanted to slip into Kamui, but there was no way he had energy for that yet.
Kami, he felt like he was going to be sick. He has to stop for a moment, eye squinted as he focused on not throwing up. It wasn’t working. He could feel it building in his throat. He didn’t even have anything in him to throw up. He hadn’t eaten since—-
He looks over to find Zetsu having poked himself out from the ground. He had been kind of wondering where the other had gone. He thought maybe he had gone ahead to Ame. It would be a couple of days before Obito was rested enough to, probably. No, he had probably been traveling along with him. Probably to make sure they weren’t being followed.
“You really need to stop doing that. It’s weird.”
“If anyone here is weird, it’s you.”
“Yeah,” Obito waves him off. “But I know I’m weird—”
Oh. Fuck, shit—-- Obito ducks into the treeline, and pukes. He hears both sides of Zetsu making some sort of comment or another, but he ignores them, focusing on keeping anything else down. It had only been bile, but it stung his throat, and he has to take a couple of deep breaths.
He wanted something to eat. He wanted to sleep– actually sleep. He wanted—-
‘I want to go home….’
A quiet sigh before he gets himself to straighten up, leaning his back against a tree. He could see a bit of the sky through the leaves, and he blinks. When was the last time he had seen the sky? He remembers stopping for a moment before he had attacked Kushina and Minato, staring up at the moon, silently wondering when the next time he would be able to look at it would be. It was cloudy, and so the sun wasn’t out, but he could see it.
‘I want to go home….’
He feels tired. Exhausted. He needs more than just sleep and food. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out Minato’s kunai. The one he had left him. He just had to put a bit of chakra into it, and he would be there. He would come for him, wouldn’t he?
Would he?
Obito wasn’t sure. He had been left there, in that cave in. He remembers feeling so weak. Feeling his life slip through his fingers, like grains of sand, slowly falling to the ground. How long had he been there? Surely, someone could’ve looked for him. If not to find him alive, then at least to bring his body home. Had they even tried to? Had they even thought about it? Had they even cared? Mourned?
Noticed?
‘I want to go home….’
What home? The home he had been ignored? The father who had pretended he didn’t even exist? The home where he had been alone? There wasn’t a home. There never had been. And yet, he remembers arms, wrapped around him. A warm smile. Food and love and—---
She was dead.
Obito had killed her.
He keeps staring up at the sky, watching the clouds float by. It looked like it might rain at some point. He wonders how much time had passed. How much time since the Kanabi bridge mission. How much time since Rin had died. How much time since he had been in that cell. Minutes and hours and days and years blurred together, and he couldn’t remember how old he was. He let the days slip by, focused on planning and training. On getting everything he needed together to make his plan work.
He had to get her back.
And then, he could also—--
‘I want to go home….’
Obito lets his eye slip shut, taking a deep breath in, and then out. It had been so loud lately, since that day. Insistent and demanding. Tugging and pulling on him. And since that dream….He wouldn’t shut up. He wouldn’t leave Obito alone. He wanted, he wanted, he wanted—-- it didn’t matter what he wanted. It never had mattered what he wanted.
‘I want to go home….’
Obito finally straightens back up, pushing himself off the truck of the tree, letting the kunai fall to the ground. He steps back onto the path, finding Zetsu practically arguing with himself. That wasn’t anything new. Those two halves were practically opposites. It kind of gave him a headache. Was this how Minato had felt with him and Kakashi?
No, him and Kakashi had been worse. Maybe he did have something to apologize for after all.
He starts walking again, staying close to the tree line. His head felt light and his body felt heavy, and surely, he was going to pass out. Throwing up an empty stomach hadn’t helped anything. He stumbles and catches himself and sways, trying very hard to stay awake, to stay upright. He’s able to take a few more heavy steps before his legs give out from him, and he falls hard to the ground. Everything felt so heavy. He couldn’t get up. He couldn’t fight the darkness closing in on his vision.
‘I want to go home….’