Rewriting History (Obito x Reader)

Life Goes On

For most of my life, I've been trying so hard to protect Obito and the village...

You peeked up silently at Obito, noting the various scratch marks, dried blood, and bags under his eyes while he continued to look out stoically but wearily into the distance as he gripped you tight against him.

...but I'm hurting him so much in the process by putting myself in danger every time.

You sighed, realizing your Hidden Leaf headband was no longer in your possession. You shook your head to jostle the thoughts away, and you two remained in solemn silence as he carried you the rest of the way home.

~~~

Gently as he could, Obito set you down on the chair at the kitchen table and subconsciously brushed against something else laying on the counter before digging into the cabinets above his head.

"I'm... guessing you haven't eaten..." which was Obito's own way of asking you, even if you weren't truly hungry, to please eat for him – and for the baby. You understood this, but you also hoped that he would eventually get comfortable enough to state it explicitly. 

You smiled wistfully, a hand rising to your flat abdomen.

In that moment, in the corner of his eye, Obito spotted a precarious glimmer on the counter – the ring he'd been holding off proposing to you with. His ashy eyes widened in panic over the possibility of you spotting the object and he quickly turned over to press his back against the counter with both hands grasping the edge in a tight death grip in a desperate attempt to shield the ring from your scrutiny.

You watched with jaded eyes as Obito smiled at you with his obvious 'I'm-totally-not-hiding-something-from-you-or-anything-like-that' toothy grin, but to his simultaneous relief and concern, you were too emotionally worn to question him about it like you usually did. Instead, you yawned uncontrollably, to which he took that fleeting moment to shove the ring behind a jar while trying to hand you a snack to nibble on.

He then held you close to him, and with his hand subliminally gliding down toward your stomach, it jerked away with his fingers curling out of fear, as if your stomach was fragile and made of glass that was forbidden from touch, before his palm slowly and reluctantly made gentle contact with it once more and remained there. It wasn't until that very moment did it finally hit Obito.

I'm... going to be a dad.

~~~

Three months passed by at an agonizing pace, and your emotional and physical state had not improved. The weight of guilt over Tobi and Orochimaru still dominated your life.

"Why did you leave me there? Why did you let me die, (y/n)?" Tobi's haunting voice chanted to you, over and over.

"No. I didn't mean to-! I tried to save you, but I couldn't! I told you to run, but you-"

"You couldn't save me," the ominous voice of the little Uchiha boy bellowed as you dropped to your knees, your faces level with each other.

"Tobi," you pleaded between choking back tears. "I'm sorry for what happened to you. I thought I knew what to do. I knew for years, but everything is so different from what I've known. Please understand-"

"You did even capture Orochimaru. This will happen again," he said. Severe burns coated his body, his one blood-red eye leering at you.

"No, I-"

"You let me die."

"I'd never-!"

"This is because of you!"