route_1065 | Ain't no party like a ninja party

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Ain't no party like a ninja party

Who: open to literally anyone in Blackthorn City who wanders into the ninja party + friends
Where: Blackthorn City (mainly hotsprings but also anywhere)
When: July 23rd
Summary: Sasuke gets a birthday party whether he wants one or not. Lucky for him, he has friends (in spite of his best efforts) who'll plan one.
Rating: G? PG for violence

[ooc; general mingle log for Blackthorn City/Sasuke's birthday. Most of it will probably take place at the hotsprings itself, though like the 'who' says, it's completely open to anyone just walking by and wondering what the big deal is, or someone who's already there and then has their pleasant soak interrupted by a bunch of dumb ninjas.]

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I know that. Naruto told me that. Earned himself a punch in the face when he made fun of me crying when I found out. [He grumbled a little and looked away, staring down and to the side, a frown firmly on his face now.]

Pieced together the whole massacre mess before I had it confirmed too so [He hitched up a shoulder somewhat helplessly, then gave a weak laugh.]

But I wouldn't. I really wouldn't do any of that. [His fingers moved to his pocket and he took out a tiny book, staring at a page inside it for a moment.]

I... I hope this wasn't in reference to all... this. [ He lifted his head after saying that, the tears coming back.]

So... that's why Sakura reacted like she did when I told her my name, right? I thought I just info overloaded her but... guess not.

[He closed the book in his hand, curling his fist around it and holding it over his heart.]

Even if... Even if that's all true, somehow. And it was some person who was supposed to be me... it's not me. I am Uchiha Obito, student of Namikaze Minato, someone whose nindo is helping people. [He lifted his chin, blinking away tears as he held his gaze.] Okay? Even if I- even if I'm somehow not dead, that person is not me.

[...Well. It was a relief at least that Obito already knew of that. It seemed he provided grim enough news already without carrying with it the news of the death of his sensei.

Still.

No.

He was sure. It couldn't be a different person. It couldn't be another Obito Uchiha. Even if somehow there were two...there was another piece of information he'd been given: further proof.

He set his jaw and forced himself to settle his gaze on the younger man.]

There's something else. The man identified as Obito Uchiha. Until the war, he operated exclusively behind a mask, concealing his true identity as he saw fit. The mask...had a distinctive trait to it. It was solid and opaque, impossible to see through either in or out except through the eye hole in it. It had only one eye.

No, no, you're misunderstanding me. Even if somehow that- that person has my face or body, he is. Not. Me.

[He rubbed his arm over his eyes and straightened his back, staring up into his face.] I am a good person. I don't want war, no matter what the reason is supposed to be.

I'm not going to- to just accept that I'm going to come back to life as some villain okay? I won't. I refuse. My comrades, my friends, are those most dear to me. I love my family. I love Konoha. I would not, will not, and never will accept that I would suddenly stop caring enough to do those terrible things, okay?

If that means I'm dead, like I thought I was, and it was a good death, a death to be proud of, dying to save someone I care about, then I am going to believe that, because I refuse to believe I live just to become a monster instead. If the body kept going that way, then obviously my spirit wasn't in it, and I don't know how that could happen, but- [He shook his head sharply.]

Okay?

Edited 2013-08-01 10:44 (UTC)

[...It's very similar to what Tenten said about Sasuke Uchiha. Yet it--it is in another way fundamentally different, he supposed. Not defying what happened as...much as decrying that version of himself. Arguing that it would happen would simply be cruel.

Instead, he frowned and glanced off into the gloom of an empty room of the hot springs. Perhaps an unused spring?

There wasn't much of an answer to be found. Instead he simply shook his head. Neji Hyuuga was experienced and capable of using words as weapons.

This, however...]

...I have nothing more to say.

[He watched him for a moment, but didn't hesitate when he reached out, touching his arm.]

You can tell me if you're still my friend.

[A question like that...it wasn't a question to ask.]

Obito Uchiha deliberately brought about the death of fifty-thousand shinobi and one of the hokage. He organized the tracking down and slaughter of all but two of the Jinchuuriki, has attempted on more than one occasion to kill the one which is my personal friend, encouraged violent, traitorous actions by Itachi and Sasuke Uchiha, used a forbidden jutsu to re-animate the corpses of fallen shinobi and force them fight their old comrades, and caused the complete destruction of Konoha.

If one of the victims of those were you, which answer would you ask of me to say?

[He was quiet a beat, then took a deep breath.]

I would have to decide if the name is what makes the difference in what kind of person I thought I knew.

[...As an Uchiha, surely he knew the irony of that question. Whether a name makes a difference. Of course as a Hyuuga, names meant everything. Even branches of the same name meant everything and yet--

Perhaps...his beliefs had changed. With Naruto, his father, and then finally his own freedom, names were not the definition of a person, but their actions that decided who they were.

And yet.

As he told Tenten, 'destiny' was not the same thing as choices people already made. Obito Uchiha did all of the things he said. He couldn't determine or change his destiny any longer. It was already decided.

Meditite, who had been silent and perhaps overwhelmed by the emotions of the two of them to this point, tugged at his hand and whimpered in concern.

His gaze settled on the younger man once again after a few moments. Perhaps it was a minute, in fact.]

...The day that you become the name and not the person is the day that I'll kill you.

[He blinked, then studied his face very carefully... before slipping forward to give the Hyuuga a quick hug.]

I understand what you're trying to say Neji. C'mon, let's go back to the party, okay? [With no other warning, and apparently much much lighter in mood, he snagged his hand and started back the way they'd come from.]

[...Was the hugging necessary? He'd just delivered a death threat. And--excessive hand holding? He hadn't agreed to more manhandling simply because he wasn't going to kill him yet Didn't he already have Meditite dragging him places by the hand?]

...Don't pull me.

Then keep up. [He flashed him a smile.]

Look, I get we just emotionally bludgeoned each other, but this is supposed to be a party, right? So. Party.

[Emotionally bludgeoned...? Why call it anything other than a confrontation? Now he was simply being overly dramatic. And he had no interest in whatever Obito defined as a 'party'.

Just because he wasn't going to kill the youth didn't mean he wanted to be social.]

I don't party. If you want to, there's no need to include me.

There are hot springs and I'm sure you'd appreciate one right about now. [He finally released him in one of the changing rooms.]

So...

Just don't think about it right now, okay?

[...Sigh. Soaking in the hot springs will, at least, be a 'celebration' he doesn't object to. It was after all the primary reason Tenten had succeeded in wooing him to the party in the first place.

Provided he'd given up on the idea of forcing him to greet Sasuke.]

...Attempt to keep your dragon in its own spring.

With any luck he already found one. [Satisfied with the declaration, he went to change.]

Try to have a little fun, and if you think it won't kill you, with Sasuke a good birthday okay?

[He gave him a look, more expectant than anything, and finished changing.]

To the springs!

[With any luck, actually, he won't see Sasuke at all. Obito was quite enough Uchiha to deal with in a day.

A quiet afternoon ignoring the party around him sounded far preferable.]

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