(Y/n) stared into the mirror of the dressing room. She was so done with life. All of it.

Over the past four months, Obito and (Y/n) haven't really changed.

She was shopping. And what fun it was.

She hated shopping. She hated paying for stuff. She hated trying things on. She hated all of the stupid happy-go-lucky girls prancing around in skirts, acting like little bitches.

She was in a bad mood.

"You know, you really should get the red dress. It suits you well."

She sighed as she threw another shirt on the bench, ignoring the advice. 'Why is everything so fucking see-through, or skimpy!? I don't get it. And I don't double-layer.' She looked at the foot-and-a-half-tall pile. 'I ain't cleaning this up.'

She simply teleported away.

"Are you running away from shopping, or me?"

"Both. Go away." His image disappeared.

She had found nothing in the two shops she went into, and gave up. Their 'fashion' didn't suit real ninja. She grumbled to herself as she remembered what happened days earlier,

******

Over the last month, (Y/n) had taken a large interest in the reason Obito wouldn't take his mask off. Obito never wore the mask around her for the year she was under his command before she was sent to Kumo.

But he hasn't taken it off even once, in almost five months, since she returned from Kumo. He slept in the damn thing.

And every attempt to get him to take it off produced no result.

"AHHHHH!!!" Obito's head turned toward the scream, and he was soon plowed over by the increasingly more and more annoying woman.

"What the hell, (Y/n)!?"

"O-Obito! There's a spider in the bathroom!"

He groaned, his head falling against the hard floor.

What he had instantly realized was that she was only wearing a towel, and her soaking hair was getting his shirt wet.

Obito shoved her off of him, and marched toward the bathroom, to find that she wasn't lying, that there was in fact a large spider on the bathroom floor.

When Obito returned, he left instantly, disappearing with Kamui.

******

Within a week, (Y/n)'s charades had gotten drastically more annoying. They were currently in a cave hideout, in Sora no Kuni.

(Y/n) ran into the living room, jumping onto Obito, who was sleeping on the couch, and waking him.

He growled. "What do you want this time!?" He snapped.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide, "I think this cave is haunted..."

'Her breathing's heavy, so she's either actually serious or a really good actor.'
"What do you want me to do about it?"

"I don't know! Can't you Kamui him away or something?"

"Do you realize how stupid that sounds!?" He lifted his head to peer at her through the mask, his Sharingan activating as soon as an idea came to mind. "Go to sleep." Her head dropped instantly on his chest.

He was so tired that, rather than moving her, or him moving somewhere else, he left her there to sleep on top of him until morning.

****

When morning came, (Y/n) woke up first. She immediately remembered that he forced her asleep, but couldn't really blame him, either. Her eyes landed on a bottle of chocolate syrup sitting on the table beside the couch, and she reached for it, sitting up, and paying little mind to the sleeping man beneath her.

Rather than using the snap-open lid, she unscrewed it, and poured a heaping amount into her mouth, some of which dripped down her chin, falling and landing on her breasts, and then dripping onto Obito's half-exposed abdomen, as his shirt had been pushed up.

The goop dripping on him woke him up, and he watched expressionlessly- behind his mask -as she downed half of a bottle of chocolate syrup, her top half wearing nothing more than a bra, and he found himself staring at the chocolate seeping beneath the cups, and between her breasts.

She looked down to see his eye peering at her through his mask, and blushed, "When did you wake up?" His head was laying on his pillow, one arm dangling off of the couch, and the other stretched above his head.
'Damnit, now he knows about my chocolate addiction... Well, it's not like he has anyone to tell.'

He pointed at his stomach, "When that happened." She looked down to see chocolate puddled on his bare skin, beneath his shirt, and on top of the fabric of the shirt.

"Oh... heh... sorry, I'll go get a rag for you." She began to stand, but he lazily grabbed her wrist before she did, and then pulled her closer to him, her face now only a foot away from his, and her exposed thighs subsequentially moving forward, to get sticky and chocolatey as they landed on his waist.

"You can clean it another way." He said lowly, and she blushed, drawing a shaky breath. "Well?" He released her wrist, and she moved back down his body. He placed his arm beneath his head, which propped his head up more so he could watch her.

She stared up at his visible eye as her tongue traced his bi-colored lower torso. Over the past week and a half- or however long it'd been since she started bothering him, as he was losing count -he'd began to realize how attractive she was.

He watched with a heavy eye as the tip of her tongue trailed just beneath the hem of his sweatpants, but no further. As soon as she had cleaned him adequately, she was the one on her back, with him looming over her.

She said nothing as he stood on his knees above her, raising a hand to his mask. He pulled the light orange mask off, to reveal the face that she hadn't seen in years.

His face was almost expressionless, other than the desire written across it. His black eyes stared down at her, and her (e/c) ones back up at him.

"You're a mess, too." He muttered, leaning down toward her face to lick her chin, trailing up to her lips to sweep his tongue across.

Her head spun as his mouth traveled down her neck and between her breasts, licking up the chocolate syrup all the way. His eyes leisurely met hers as he trailed lower, moving her legs apart to lap up the sticky substance on her inner thighs.

When her thighs were clean of chocolate, he moved back up, dipping his tongue beneath her bra cup, seeing more chocolate around it, as he pressed his hips to hers. "Obito!" She blushed, throwing a leg around his as he ground against her, her hand tangling into his black hair.

He abruptly pulled his hips and face away from her, and stared down into her eyes, activating his Sharingan again, "Are you in love with me?" He placed her in a sort of Genjutsu, which made her compliant.

"No. I used to be; before I left."

His brows rose slightly, he had no idea. He also couldn't understand why; he treated her horribly back then. Either way, he felt some relief, although he still had some skepticism. Even if she didn't love him, that didn't mean she felt nothing, and it didn't mean she wouldn't fall in love. 

"Oh! Then she found me!" Obito's head snapped to his left to see a tall male with dark blonde hair and blue eyes. He had a dark complexion, and black triangles on his cheeks, with a silver line beneath each.

"Who are you?" Obito's asked. Obito could clearly see that the other man wasn't physical, but he had an idea of who he was.

"Oh! How rude of me. I'm Rai, (Y/n)'s dead fiance. It's nice to meet you." He smiled. Obito's eyes widened, "Oh, I know, I'm not actually him, I'm a hallucination, but I think she depicts me well."

Obito blinked, looking back at (Y/n), who was still staring straight forward. 'She... hallucinates images of her dead fiance...? I wasn't expecting that when I got into her head...'
He looked back into her eyes with his Sharingan. "You will forget everything that happened, from the time you woke up, to now. Go back to sleep." Her eyes drooped shut.

She obviously wasn't particularly skilled in Genjutsu, and it helped that she trusted him, to begin with. Albeit it was displaced. Though it didn't mean he'd always be able to keep this up.

He stood from the couch, pulling his mask on. He picked the bottle of chocolate syrup up and screwed the cap back on, before walking out of the room.

*******

It didn't take long, and she was back at it again. It didn't help that she thought her mission hadn't succeeded yet... when it had- she'd already seen Obito's face.

And since Obito had no idea about her 'mission', he assumed her goal was to sleep with him. Had he known the reason, he would've taken the mask off so she'd leave him alone.

But, alas, they were once again at a cave hideout, and (Y/n) hadn't left him alone all day. At the very least, she wasn't trying to be downright annoying, but more subtle and kind- but that still annoyed him.

She gently touched his shoulder, "Food's done, Obito." She handed Obito a plate with a grilled-cheese and ham. He stared at the sandwich, before looking to the side as she sat down at the other end of the couch.

"Why do you do this?"

She looked over at him with a questioning gaze. "What do you mean?"

"Why do you insist on cooking, cleaning, and being nice to me? I'm not nice to you. That won't change."

She looked at her sandwich, almost hurt, but she knew it was true. But she couldn't stop herself from saying... "Maybe it's because I feel sorry for you."

Obito's expression changed to one of surprise, not that she could see it.

"You don't appreciate anything, you don't have any emotions that aren't negative, and you care for no one other than yourself. And you've never experienced love from someone, other than yourself, before." She deadpanned. "That must hurt." She looked over at him, placing her plate on the table. "I'm going for a walk. You can have my sandwich if you want it."

Obito watched her walk out of the room before looking back at the sandwich. He grumbled something inaudible before sitting his plate on the table beside him. Her words had an undeniable sting to them, and she knew how to hit him where it hurt.

'I'm going to get her back for that...' He crossed his arms.

*****

"I think we both know you like him."

(Y/n) grumbled something under her breath.

"Oh, come on! If not him, then who? I'm gone, (Y/n), and you've still yet to come to terms with that fact. It's simple. I'm dead." She glared at him. "I know. I know that that's a hard thing to do, accepting that. I mean, who wouldn't fall for me?"

As she walked through the street, he sped up in front of her, but to her left, walking backward. He slipped through passersby's as he continued speaking.

"And, beyond that, who would really be able to let go of me? I mean I'm funny, smart, devilishly handsome, strong, brave... the list just goes on and on. But, (Y/n), most men aren't as perfect as me, a Jonin, the Legendary Kumogakure no Raidon, I know that's what you're thinking, but you may be able to find someone close to perfect."

He waved his hands around as he explained, giving her a smug grin as he went on.

"The sex won't ever be as good, but maybe you'll be happy, at least."

She blushed, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, stop for a second." They were away from the main street and the crowd, and he placed his hand up. She stopped, her eyes went to his hand. "Stop being so down. I know I didn't approve at first, because he's dangerous... But you can't tell me you don't care about him, just a little."

"It's irrelevant!"

"Why's it irrelevant?" He asked as if it were blatantly obvious to him that the opposite was true.

"Because he doesn't care about me!"

He rolled his eyes, "That doesn't permit you to give up! Besides, the guy can't actually be heartless." He grinned, "And I don't know how anyone wouldn't fall in love with you."

"Obito doesn't fall in love-" She sighed frustratedly, "Go away, Rai! Why do you keep showing up!"

He looked her dead in the eye, expressionless, "Because you want me to. I don't control it, you do. I'm just a part of your imagination, and everything I've said is all stuff you know or believe to be true."

Her eyes widened. She knew he was right. He was always right alive- real -, too.

He raised his hand again, placing it against her chest. She couldn't feel it, but it looked so real, "Remember when you thought you were heartless? That wasn't all that long ago. What's it been, two, three years? Maybe, just maybe, in three years, Obito could feel like he has a heart, too." His hand dropped.

Her eyes dropped to the ground, "Everything you say is so much like him..."

"You knew me best." When she looked up, he was gone. Tears streamed down her face, and she wiped them off, only for them to reappear.

She could never decide if she was just delusional, or if it was her way of hanging onto Rai. 'Rai' always showed when she was sad or angry, no exceptions.

One thing she didn't know was that Obito had heard her half of the 'conversation'. Obito now knew that she did, in fact, have some kind of feelings for him. He quickly pieced that together, but he had to wonder what all was 'said'.

'Well, I guess revenge is out of the question now...'

****

When (Y/n) returned that evening, after four hours, she was surprised to see Obito in the kitchen. Cooking. Food.

He turned toward her as she walked in, maskless, and her heart rate sped up, but she had to remind herself that he was an ass, and generally undeserving of her attention.

Well, he kind of knew that, too. But maybe he wouldn't be quite so rude for now.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm making dinner..." He rose a brow.

"No, what? I see that, but why?"

"Well, I thought you would appreciate dinner." He raised his arms in the air, waving them around dramatically, holding a spoon. He turned toward the stove, busying himself.

Her eyes widened, "Obito... Are you apologizing?"

His shoulders raised as his head lowered, his back tensed, "I don't know why you'd think-" He turned around, but unwillingly brought a pan with him... partially, it spilled to the floor, missing him, but barely. He sighed, "Yes, I'm trying to apologize..."

She smiled, followed by laughter, "You idiot." He glared, "Give me the spoon, I'll babysit the stove, you can clean up the tea spill."

He crossed his arms, "No." She rose a brow, "No, I don't think so." He placed the spoon on the counter, "Go sit down, and I'll handle this." He crossed his arms in front of himself.

"I can't decide if you're trying to be nice, or be an asshole." Her brows furrowed, and he shrugged, waving her off.

"I don't think it matters."

"I do." She stepped closer, and he eyed her as she looked over the stove. "I'm actually surprised you haven't burnt anything." His eyebrow twitched, "Wait, have you cooked before?" She turned her eyes to his.

"Well, what was I supposed to do?" He averted his eyes. "Without you here to annoy the shit out of me, and with Zetsu in the Akatsuki... I just had a lot of time on my hands, okay?"

She snickered, "You missed me~"

He sneered, "Shut up. I'd hand you back to Kumo myself."

"No, I don't think you could."

"And why would you think that?" He turned his face toward hers.

She thought about it for a moment, her smile fading, "Cause you're lonely, like me..." Her eyes flicked back up to his to see that he was surprised. His expression was so candid, she wondered if he was even Obito.

His attention turned back to the stove as something boiled over, "Go sit down before I sick a clone on you." He muttered.

Smiling lightly, she obeyed his request, which was actually an order, and also a threat.

Obito couldn't understand how one woman could be so... difficult.