When two Shinobi of a High level fight

They reach an understanding

A bond.

Just by trading fists and jutsu's though not a word is spoken.

This is both a beautiful and dangerous thing.

Obito Uchiha was alive. He was alive and angry.

Kakashi Hatake couldn't breath.

If it where up to Kakashi he may even embrace his teammate. He was never much of a hugger but part of him knew that he would only believe this was real, that Obito was Alive. If he touched him held him and than...never let him go.

But Obito was stained.

Cracked. Chipped.

Broken.

Eyes crazed they met Kakashi's like deep pools of despair and madness.

Fleetingly Kakashi admitted that Obito looked nice in purple.

Obito charged forward. Faster than when he was younger, faster than Kakashi ever imagined he could be.

In the nick of time Kakashi blocked Obito's attack with a kunai.

Sparks flew.

A resounding clang echoed in the strange empty dimension Obito has taken them to.

Sharingan met sharingan.

Blood red, black twisting bloody heavy sharp. Sharing memories. Seen from a shared eye.

Thank Kakashi blinked.

Pale but long silvery eyelashes dusting the edges of his eyes.

And Obito lept forward again. 

Kakashi wanted to say something, anything to apologize, to yell, to just express his utter confusion and heartbreak. But no words worked well enough, his mouth ran dry, his vocabulary lacking.

He could not convey his feelings into words.

So he fought.

Clash after clash of metal bruising, bone, rapid movements and swirls of wind, finally fire and lightening.

The world sparked.

Rin.

He heard the thought conveying an emotion of mourning of tiredness of loss so deep it felt endless.

They hadn't stopped fighting but suddenly everything seemed quieter. Brighter.

I'm so, so sorry Obito

Obito flinched. He had heard the thought seen with it images of Kakashi scrubbing his hands raw crying because the blood just won't come off the guilt the horror. The nightmares that had plagued him.

We lost. Kakashi swung a kick which Obito caught to which Kakashi responded by doubling back and swinging up a fist forcing Obito to leap back and release him drawing a Kunai

To much.

Accompanied by the thought is the clear determination, that fighting wasn't the answer Please understand Kakashi's eyes where narrowed. Did he even know Obito knew what he was thinking?

His eyes where like stormy skies a dark troubled grey both tired and heavy but so very alive.

It felt like electricity like a dare. Staring at him was like challenging a storm.

Exhilarating. Dangerous.

This is a war he thought grimly losses happen.

A slip of madness. Like cracked glass

A ruined weapon.

A stained scroll.

A broken tool.

Cracked glass can be beautiful. Images of winter. Snow. Laughter a ruined scroll drying by a fire a broken tool well worked and well appreciated. Things can be fixed.

Can you? ... Be fixed?

He was fighting a storm and doing everything to keep his head above the water.

The world was so much simpler when they where younger. Obito always trying to deny the feelings he had for Kakashi, and instead pushing them on to Rin who, much later he realized he saw as a little sister.

Kakashi killing Rin had felt like a betrayal.

Rin was dead. Never to walk the earth again, never to smile at him with such care that even his family hadn't given him.

And Kakashi had promised.

I give no excuse. It's such a simple 4 words but it fills Obito with rage

She jumped in front of my chidori I should have seen it, I should have been fast enough I should have done Something-

His thoughts are laced, needled, coated with self loathing.

On the outside a flower but bubbling with the deadliest most destructive poisons.

Can't you see your killing yourself?

I loved you.

He makes sure Kakashi can hear the past tense, the rage he still holds. He isn't ready to let it go.

It's the only thing holding him together.

Without it he'll break.

I loved you too.

A blade of lightening goes through his chest.

A kunai through Kakashi's

For one moment all they can hear is the other heartbeats.

Memories are heavy in the air.

Memories of happiness, better times.

Memories of them when they where whole

We are just two broken men.

With holes for hearts.

He can't even feel the pain he's numb. He's not dead. He really is heartless.

You aren't heartless Kakashi almost chides.

I have it right here with me.

When two Shinobi of a High level fight

They reach an understanding

A bond.

Just by trading fists and jutsu's though not a word is spoken this is both a beautiful and dangerous thing.