Obito Week 2024 - Tumblr Posts
Obito Week: Day 1 - Haunted
// I have this headcanon that when Obito was younger, he'd look after Uchiha orphans, help them train and make sure they felt love, while neglecting his own training. After the massacre, even though he didn't raise his blade to them, he still blames himself for their deaths.
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Obito Week: Day 2 - Scars
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Obito Week: Day 3 - Hole
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Obito Week: Day 4 - Mask
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Obito Week: Day 5 - Clan Customs
// Before Sasuke's birth, the Uchiha clan would all gather monthly to celebrate life, birth and death. Children would paint with their mothers and fathers, play with their friends and learn the clans songs and dances. Adults would help by carving their instruments, sewing their special kimono and assisting with the creation of their own hairpins and fans. Children played a vital role in life, bringing joy and laughter, helping the darkness that loomed in war disappear. The village tarnished the clans love for celebration before Sasuke could experience it in his childhood, so after the war, Obito decided to give it to him and his family now, in a era of peace and acceptance.
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Obito Week: Day 6 - Birthday / Grandma
// The wooden floor creaked horridly under his weight. It was old, unused to being stepped on after years of solitude and emptiness. No one had entered the house since his grandmother had passed, not even himself, he couldn't bare the pain of memories. Obito left everything behind that day, he started over. Lady Mikoto took pity on him, or perhaps she truly cared, he wasn't sure. He stayed with her, her husband and her son until the mission at Kannabi Bridge was given. With Mikoto now dead under the hand of her son, the orphans he used to train and nearly raise ice cold, and the elderly Uchiha that used to give in to his candy addiction now long gone, Obito felt empty. He couldn't kill them, even if he pushed all of his pain and feelings to the deepest pits of his stomach, he couldn't keep a blade steady enough to do it. He was truly alone now. Regret swelling in his heart. Rin... Minato... Kushina... they were gone as well. The only person he cared for that was still alive thought he was dead, and he couldn't go to tell him otherwise.
Instead, he stood in an empty home. It was cold and unloving, unlike his best memories, and an absolute mess from years of untidiness. He stepped further in despite it, treating every object he moved with care, and every box he opened he opened delicately. It was his grandmother's treasures, things she'd cherish forever she said. She'd scold him if he wasn't gentle.
In a dusty box tucked underneath her bed, Obito found her old camera sitting atop an album of photographs. They were all of him. Smiling, pouting and embarrassed, sometimes asleep, all captioned with how much she loved them. Tears pricked at his eyes as he removed his gloves, refusing to get dirt or grime on such a precious book, and placed it neatly in a bag he found in his old room. She once said she would show all of the photos to her great-grandchildren, and while Obito doubted he'd ever have a romantic life, he'd take it with him to make it come true for her. Even if he hated pictures.
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Obito Week: Day 7 - Any AU
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