how did this even happen...

[mooneye]

It wasn't a bad sort of place. Lots of things to do and people to see. Plenty of freedom to dart over the rooftops and down the alleys--or out of the village and into the woods and rocky wild places beyond. Obito liked Michi no Sato.

He had stopped for lunch and was eating at a table outside the restaurant, watching people walk past. The food was good. The cold breeze was nice. Ah, yes. Years and years trapped in a cave with a crazy old man and a bunch of plant monsters--it had left him really able to appreciate the little things.

[ooc: here is an AU Obito in his twenties. Got through the time with Madara, and Rin's death, but didn't go completely evil after all of it...]

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[youngesthokage]

"Yes." His voice was soft, and his stare at the tabletop rather intensified. "And he's not even as he's led people to believe either." He gave a short humorless laugh. "Which makes it worse really. Do you have any idea how many times I've been called a traitor? Essentially every person I've met, even Tenten. Or that I'm dangerous, or that I'd hurt someone just because. I've been accused of all of that. Do you have any idea what it's like to get looked at with -fear- from someone you love? Sasuke did that to me. He was convinced I was going to kill him."

[mooneye]

"Have you met any of my alternate selves?" He waited for the response, then shook his head grimly. "I don't think there are any here, which is for the best. If one does show up, I'm going to try and kill it." He paused, thinking. "It's interesting. What difference a single decision can make. Whole histories get altered and... I don't know. I suppose all we can do is stay true to our lives. We aren't them. Those other men. Not really."

[youngesthokage]

Well, if -anything- was attention getting, it was that, and he jerked his gaze to him. "...Your alternate selves?"

[mooneye]

"I haven't actually met any." He shrugged. "Just heard about him. He chose a more violent path than I did. And my path has had it's own sort of violence, don't get me wrong."

[youngesthokage]

He frowned a little. "What did you hear?"

[mooneye]

"Nothing very flattering... though, I don't know. I think I understand him. And what he's doing. That's the part that I hate."

[youngesthokage]

"But the reaction of 'kill it' is... extreme, isn't it?" It was a murmur, and he shook his head. "I understand my alternate selves well and can easily see things going their way."

[mooneye]

"Maybe." He paused. "With me it's that... I can still see myself turning into him. Or someone like him. Going back to... where I was before. Kind of giving up on this world and deciding to try and make a new one. I could do that. I want to sometimes. I just haven't so far."

[youngesthokage]

"...I'm glad you aren't doing that. If you did you wouldn't be Obito-nii-sama anymore, now would you." He pressed down on the hand his was resting on. "Your palms are still bigger than mine."

heading off--goodnight! <3

[mooneye]

His awareness trickled back to the present moment, and the physical sensation of the hand against his own hand. "I'm still taller too."

Good night!

[youngesthokage]

"I don't believe you. How tall are you?" He eyed him up and down then, eyes narrowing a little. "You're certainly broader than I am, but many are."

[mooneye]

"I don't know... about five-seven, I think." Obito looked back at Itachi. He seemed small, was the thing. And Obito was built hard and quick, not delicate but strong and streamlined in the way of a hunting animal.

[youngesthokage]

"Then we're the same height, if not my starting to edge you out for it." It was hardly Itachi's fault he took after his mother, all speed and sleek lines where other shinobi more obviously showed their muscle.

[mooneye]

"What? No way." But he looked at him and thought--well, maybe. "You're still teeny-tiny in my head, I guess. Ah well."

[youngesthokage]

He huffed softly. "You rather missed the between years, true. I am... overly slender. No matter how much I eat I've never put on anything other than muscle, and even then sparingly."

[mooneye]

Obito regarded him thoughtfully. "Do you use a lot of genjutsu?"

[youngesthokage]

"I do yes. My sensei was Ibiki." His tone turned dry. "That got me started well on my way to it fairly early with the primal types under the killing intent umbrella."

[mooneye]

"Ibiki." Obito thought back on the man with his scars, his somber attire, his casual small cruelties. "Ah. Do you... use what he taught you?"

[youngesthokage]

"I do. Iruka took to them especially well." He hummed once softly. "Better than I did. I'm far better with classic Genjutsu than those that strictly affect emotion."

[mooneye]

Obito drummed his fingers against the tabletop, thinking that one over. "It's useful. It's what we're known for, I guess. The Uchiha. Being good with illusions."

[youngesthokage]

He inclined his head slightly. "Because we are. Well. Not all of us." His voice colored with humor. "They're not Sasuke's best skill, he far prefers to electrocute things."

[mooneye]

"Ha, he would. Kakashi was his teacher, where you're from?"

[youngesthokage]

He couldn't help the tiny smirk that crossed his lips. "Yes, yes he was. I felt it was a fitting gift for all his deliberate lateness to meetings since I became Hokage. Naruto and Sasuke quarrel. Constantly. I made sure he got them both." He looked much too pleased about this.

[mooneye]

He laughed, looking genuinely thrilled by the news. "Good! I hope they give him nothing but trouble." And then, a bit more thoughtfully. "You know, he never used to be late to anything. It was me, usually."

[youngesthokage]

"After you died he changed a lot." He looked sideways at him. "His rallying motto is that comrades -always- come first."