Chapter 1
Kamui was a broken ability just like any spatial manipulation jutsu. Creating a pocket dimension for its user and allowing the user to transport themselves to a location with a mear name would create a ruckus in the shinobi world. People have tried to recreate the Hiraishin from the Fourth Hokage yet nobody has come close to learning or perfecting it. If anybody learned that Kamui could be achieved by having the sharingan then you’ll never live in peace. Running away with a target on your back for the rest of your life.
Running away for eternity was never the plan
Running to lead those hunting you into a tarp rarely worked
Shinobi from a small village have caught wind of an Uchiha wandering near their lands and wish to take your eyes. They may never know what your true ability is but they know they can find out later.
It was always your eyes. The power they could only wish for running away.
“Don’t let them get away! Kill him if you must but don’t harm the eyes!”
“Spread out!”
Jumping from branch to branch, your heartbeat to the rhythm of the chase as you turned, lifting your sword to block another kunai aimed at your head. Breathing heavily against the mask that covered your face, you quickly pushed off the branch, swinging your blade until it connected with human flesh. Pushing it through their neck, you could feel the restrain of their bones for a split second.
A head separated from its body can survive for 15 seconds. It wasn't known whether they can still feel pain as most would faint at the level of pain from a decapitated limb, yet shinobi could handle more.
Blood splattered onto your blade, raining down to the ground just as you picked up the lower part of the body, throwing it towards the incoming shinobi. It was useless to return a corpse that serves no purpose to its village, but it gave you a few seconds to run away as they tried to change direction to dodge their dead comrade.
Running away was all you knew
Running to survive
Killing to survive
You just wanted to return home. Where you could become vulnerable, allowing others to guard your back while you replenish your chakra and your body. To become weak once again, even if it was for a little time.
Mokuton can only do so much for your body.
It was both a blessing and a curse. It always desired to create life, and in order to do it, it consumed your chakra daily. It wanted to heal you, to finish creating your new limbs that you had once lost yet it needs to take your means of protection in return. The plants around you tried to provide you chakra, bringing down their branches to provide some type of warmth from this cruel world. Yet Madara would burn those branches away or have Zetsu get rid of them. He would burn everything that tried to help you but it was never enough. Every time he went to sleep and Zetsu disappeared, the tree you resided in would lend you, its chakra.
Right now
Changing directions as you watch the former path you were on get burned to a crisp. You learned quickly that as a Mokuton user, you were connected with nature to the point that they were sentient. Though trees couldn’t pull their roots from the ground and walk towards the sunlight or near a water source, they were another pair of eyes and ears for you. The trees would warn you of danger, lead to towns, or provide shelter from harsh weather.
The tree where Madara imprisoned you in had told you stories. It had said that Mokuton users once protected and cultivated the lands long before wars were a thing. That it had become impossible to find a Mokuton user as they were sought after for their jutsus. So when you appeared, it told you to follow the voices as they only wish to protect you. They didn’t want to lose another after so long.
2 are heading from the left, move higher now
Raising your blade, you mentally cursed Madara for only having clothes that had the uchiwa fan on them. With a coat that had seen better days, one of Madara’s old shirts and the only pants you had to your name, there wasn’t much to work with when you planned your escape. Now with low chakra levels, taijutsu was your only choice but even then, going against grown adults with full chakra levels was a dangerous game.
Kamui was an option yet with the chakra you have, it was a dangerous option. You could use it to escape yet that would reveal your true kekkei genkai and make it even harder to hide now. And you definitely didn’t want to spend most of your time in Kamui while waiting to recharge your chakra, it was fucking cold in there for no reason.
JUMP, OBITO JUMP NOW
Startled by the yelling in your ears, you tried to jump onto a higher branch yet a set of kunai stabbed your heels and caves. Biting your tongue, you landed on a lower branch yet the pain was invisible to ignore as you missed your next landing. Free failing was not on your bucket list, especially injured.
“He’s down! Subdue him now!”
“Don’t destroy the eye!”
Chakra signatures were closing in from every direction as you tried to slow down your descent without harming yourself ever further. You knew that there was either to surrender and get your eye stolen or use Kamui. Quickly taking out a stack of explosive tags, you had made your decisions as 8 shinobi jumped towards you. You didn’t plan to use 4 months' worth of work but there was no better plan, this plan would still leave you enough chakra for a small jump with Kamui.
“If want this eye, then fucking kill yourself first!” Your eyes quickly turned into the sharingan before turning into the mangekyo sharingan. You could only hope that your eye would heal as well from the usage. Throwing the tags in the air, your hands clapped together as the shinobi realized what you were doing. Yet they had no time to escape as you activate the tags right as your mangekyo sharingan started to spin.
“GO TO HELL!”
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Obito Uchiha
Tracing the name, Kakashi dropped his head slightly as he fixed the new bouquet of white and pink carnations. Once he found the display in absolute perfection, he placed a small plate containing dango, hoping Obito would receive them in the purelands and enjoy them with Rin. He wanted to bring another one of Obito’s favorites yet being an Anbu commander took most of his time. He knew that he would have to leave soon.
He always made sure to order ahead though, having been a frequent customer of a Yamanaka owned store as well as the corner sweet shop where Obito would venture in almost every week he was still in the material world. He would sometimes spend his breaks sitting in the exact seat where Obito would sit, trying to see if his smell was still there. If his presence was there with him, laughing at his own stories as he ate his sweets.
Taking his mask off, he placed it on his waist before sitting down in front of the KIA stone. He wondered if Obito was still laughing in the purelands with his family. Maybe he was waiting for Kakashi but he knew he would only yell at him if he tried to follow Obito. He had made a promise and oath that day to Obito, and as much as it pained him, he wanted to fulfill Obito’s last wish.
“Protect everyone for me and let’s see the world together, take me to see the world outside the village with our eye”
He had already failed Obito with his first promise, but he wanted to keep his word with his second promise. He had raised up the ranks in order to become stronger he wasn’t going to allow anyone more to die and traveled to lands near the village, allowing Obito’s eye to see the world he dreamed of.
“Hey Obito, sorry I couldn’t come earlier, Minato-sensei had been giving me more missions…Brought your favorite though so hopefully you’ll forgive me…Maa, it seems that your cousin was finally announced the heir so you don’t have to worry about paperwork though…” Kakashi sighs as he hears wind respond to his words, it helped him a little with his terrible mental health as he knew Obito’s death day was nearing. Believing that Obito’s spirit was sitting next to him, hearing his stories that most he really shouldn’t be saying due to their confidentiality, but Minato-sensei should understand, it was Obito overall.
Young, innocent Obito
If only he wasn’t such a stupid kid, Obito would still be here next to him. Obito wouldn’t have lost his dream at such a young age and his clan wouldn’t have turned into chaos because of his final decision. Maybe Itachi and Shisui would still have someone they call brother. Maybe Minato and Kushina wouldn’t have lost someone they considered a son.
Would Obito still try dragging him when the team went out to eat?
Would Obito still complain when Kakashi won during taijutsu practice?
Would Obito still cry when he accidently cut himself or failed a jutsu?
Would Obito still run after Kakashi when he finally got a jutsu right?
Would Obito still try to make Kakashi eat sweets with him?
Would Obito still run after stray cats, even when he held him back?
Would Obito still wish to stay by his side?
“See you next week Obito” Kakashi stood back up, placing his Anbu mask on. He could only wish to see Obito again, even for a second. When leaves the material world, he’ll find Obito in the pureland and ask for forgiveness. But for now, he was needed as much as he wished to stay there and felt Obito’s spirit. That Obito would be watching him from the pureland.
“Don’t keep him waiting then”
“Huh”