Rewriting History (Obito x Reader)

The Meaning of Peace

"(y/n), thank you."

"H-huh?" You peered up at them, catching you off guard as they offered you a sincere bow.

"It's an honor to meet you. We are very grateful to you. Thank you, (y/n)."

You couldn't hide the surprise you felt at their response. You tried to stammer something back, but were interrupted by the third villager.

"Thank you for everything you've done to keep our village safe. It can't be easy making such tough choices like you have. We speak for the whole village when we say, you always do a great service for our village. We appreciate proactive ninja like you."

You sat there for a moment, your heart locking tight in your chest. A light breeze dusted the area, combing your hair and brushing against your face as you gaped at them in shock. "I... it's my pleasure."

You listened to them say their farewells and then the thudding of their sandals as they departed the street. When they were gone, you took a moment to compose yourself. You opted against admitting that you were no longer a ninja, but their sweet praise and support for your past actions swelled your heart with so much pride. That feeling of pride washed over your entire body as you realized how proud you were of these villagers. They really seemed to care about their people.

Not long after, your baby began to make noises indicating that they were hungry. As if it were second nature, you retrieved a bottle of milk from your satchel and guided them to it gently. 

"You know, I can't wait until you're old enough for me to take you to Ichiraku Ramen. When I was younger, I was too timid to go in there by myself, so your father led the way for me. He was always such a go-getter, even when we were still at the academy. Seriously, your dad had no fear then. It's one of the many reasons why I love him. Heh, you should have seen the look on his face when I tried to use chopsticks for the very first time, though."

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Young Obito observed in a mix of fascination and disbelief as you fumbled with your chopsticks, struggling hard to pinch even a piece of chicken between them. Each time you thought you had it and lifted the sticks close to your mouth, your fingers would twitch and lose the grasp you had on anything while making a small mess.

"What are you, from a different nation or something?"

"Um, I guess you could say that..."

"Well don't tell me you've only ever eaten with your hands, you weirdo!"

"Look tough guy, if you're so smart, try picking up a huge chunk of ramen and eat it without dropping even one piece of noodle!"

The young Uchiha laughed and flashed his signature cocky grin while lowering the oversized goggles over his eyes. "Let a pro show you how it's done!"

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You finished your recollecting just in time for the bottle to be almost empty. Seemingly satisfied, your baby then closed their eyes to rest, until their irritated eyes cracked open again, distracted by two small birds whistling and playfully chasing each other on a nearby branch. Hearing the peaceful tune, you couldn't help but try to mimic their whistling, only for you to fail spectacularly like so many times before.

"Oh, whatever. Whistling is overrated anyway," you huffed in mild agitation. "I never could figure out how people whistle. They always say, 'oh, just pretend you're sucking on a straw,' but that doesn't help. Obito can whistle, but I don't think it's a genetic thing, so maybe you'll be able to do it!"

You then paused for a moment, eyes low in deep thought.

"And I wonder... what else you'll be able to do that I couldn't."