Freefall (Kakashi HatakeXOC Part1)

Although Kakashi and the other ninja have been gone for only two days, it felt like it's been an eternity to me. I can't seem to focus much now that he's gone, but having Iruka around has helped me with that little problem. He's actually been very helpful, like Kakashi had said he would be. He's been helping take care of Obito, and even cleaning up around the house for me. I appreciate it, I really do. Over the span of two days though, I've managed to almost do nothing the whole time. Having Iruka around has seriously given me a break from things, even though I hate pushing it all on him. Which is kind of why I planned to take the reigns back tomorrow morning, he needs a break as well from all the stuff he's been doing lately.

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"Iruka, I want you to sit here all day," I say with a stern tone to my voice as I look down at Iruka, who was currently seated on the couch in the main room, "You need a break, and Obito is my son. It's my job to take care of him."

The brunette sighs quietly, and replies,

"I'm fine, you should still be resting, if anything. Technically, you shouldn't even be up and about right now anyway. You've recently had a baby, you shouldn't be walking around like this for at least another four weeks. After having a baby, a new mother should be on bedrest for six weeks."

"Well...I..ahh.." my words were getting all jumbled up, and I didn't like it. I somehow regained that little shred of dignity I had left, and managed to say,

"I know that! But you need to rest too, I can't have you doing everything around here for me."

"Keira, I don't mind doing it. Honestly, you're making a bigger deal of this than it needs to be."

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Obito stirs slightly in my arms as I hold him, although it was nearing sundown, I wanted to take Obito outside for a bit. The sun was still shining brightly, despite what time of day it was. I looked down at the baby in my arms, that familiar warm feeling spread though my body just from looking at him. He resembled his father much more than he did myself, but I didn't mind. Upon thinking of his resemblence, my thoughts drifted back to said silver haired Jounin. I had been trying not to think about what kind of situation he was in right now, yet the thoughts are always reoccuring to me.

My mind likes to create stupid scenarios that I know would never happen, some of them I wish I could forget, but I know I won't be able to. One of the ones I hated most was where all of the ninja in the Alliance were defeated and the enemy somehow came here to the village. It would start out that way, then it would get even more brutal. The enemy would come into the village, gather up all the women, children, and elderly citizens, and then make them stand in the field near the village gates. They'd then proceed to kill all the elderly villagers, then the children. It was a way to torture the rest who were still living before they were killed themselves, and because of that scenario I can't get the image of Obito lying dead in my arms from my head. However much I tell myself that it'll never happen, I keep thinking about it. Truth be told, it's kind of terrifying to know that that scenario could always happen, no matter how small the chances of it are. In fact, all the things I've thought up are possible.

Oh man, what the hell brain? Why are you doing this to me?

Sometimes I wanted to whack myself in the head for the things I think about, which would be quite often, especially lately.

'Tch, you wouldn't care if that thing in your arms died or not and you know it,' Okuri sneers in my head,

'Go ahead and say it, you know it's the truth.'

He's been quiet since I first had Obito, I hated it how he could be quiet for long periods of time and then randomly decide to talk to me again. It was pretty annoying.

'Shut the hell up,' I reply simply,

'Go back to being quiet.'

'Now why would I do that, hmm? We've got plenty to talk about, don't we? We should start with how that silver haired moron is out fighting in the war, and most likely won't be coming back.'

'That silver haired idiot happens to be my husband, and he will be coming back, you know he will. Besides, he's capable of handling himself out there, he's not so much of an idiot to be killed.'

'You like to keep telling yourself lies, I've noticed. You do it to cover up how you really feel, a mask, if you will. You're afraid, I know you are. I can not only sense it, but it's obvious in the way you've been carrying yourself.'

I honestly didn't know how to reply to him after that, I didn't like what he was saying. But, at the same time, it was the truth.