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I am.. an Uchiha...
Obito has finally found out where he belongs. And if he was related to Uchiha Sasuke or not. Apparently, he is...
Who: Obito and Itachi.
What: Roleplay on AIM.
Where: Itachi's dojo.
When: Around Midday.
Warning(s): None.
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Obito was... wandering. Yes, he was wandering because a certain blond was apparently too busy to give him a proper tour if the town/city. So he just decided to look around until he got hopelessly lost and had to call someone. That's when he saw the dojo.
"A dojo?" He muttered under his breath. 'Wonder that they're teaching there...'
Obito walked inside, peering into the rooms. The last one he peeked in had a brunette teenage -was he the teacher??- instructing something to the others in the room. 'Might as well see what's going on...'
There were children between the ages of five and nine in the room, broken into two levels of skill. Itachi had been working with a red-head having trouble with one of the stances, voice low and even as he adjusted the girl's footing. The door of the dojo was open to allow walk-ins or just for those considering joining to watch before making a decision. Once done with the girl he walked around the room, moving in every so often to help one student and adjust another student's position before checking in on the more advance section, calling one of the students forward to spar.
"Third position, second stance." He waited for the boy to comply before falling into another stance, motioning to the younger to come at him. The child had grown quite a bit from his first class and Itachi tended to use him as an assistant; it helped that he was easy to throw.
Sometime later he called the lesson to its end, bowing the students out and trying not to purse his lips in frustration as parents and older siblings gathered the children. It wasn't so much that he didn't like people - it was when Tristian's or Sara's older sisters would ask for 'personal lessons' that his patience wore thin. Eventually even they leave and he sighed, starting to work on putting the mats up when he noticed a lingering body. "Classes will resume tomorrow at four," he called as he turned, dark eyes fixed on the other.
Obito blinked when the pony-tailed teacher turned his dark eyes at him. He flushed slightly, berating himself for staring unabashedly like that. It just seemed like he knew this guy from somewhere, he couldn't help it...
"I'm sorry, I didn't come for the lessons...I was just... err... watching." He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head. 'Now THAT was just plain stupid...' He stopped laughing, and shifted a bit nervously, before blurting, "Do I know you from somewhere?" It was better to ask. Trying to remember him made his head hurt. Actually, it was still ringing...
Lips twitching Itachi didn't resist the amused smirk that pulled at his lips. They always get so flustered. "That's fine - it's why the door is always open." Why does he seem familiar? Frowning he took a step towards the boy, then another, stopping once there's several feet between them. "I'm not - sure." He moved around the other in a wide circle, unconsciously stalking as he tries to place the nostalgic feeling that had settled with looking at him. "What's your name?"
Obito was literally pissed of at himself. He was acting like a girl and now the guy was most likely laughing his head off mentally. Not that it helped when the guy was circling him like some predator or examiner. He shifted his feet restlessly, before he realized that the other person had asked him something.
"Oh! I'm Uchiha Obito. Err, nice to meet you. And you are?" He forgot to introduce himself and just asked a question! How stupid of him. Slapping himself mentally, he cocked his head at the other boy, waiting for his answer. Uchiha... Itachi paused mind-circle at that, quickly moving around to the other's front to look at him - really look at him. 'Obito, Obito - didn't we have a cousin named Obito?' Shaking his head slightly he bowed after a moment, mentally coming to a decision as he slipped into Japanese. "Uchiha, Itachi. Pleased to met you." It's a slim chance but maybe..
"And we have our introductions." Obito grinned and held out his hand, controlling his nervous shifting to a bare minimum. He frowned mentally. -Maybe this guy was related to Sasuke?-
"So, do you happen to know me from somewhere? I'm 22 and a assistant professor in the nearby University. You?" He paused, then muttered to himself quietly. "I definitely had to talk to Sasuke sometime soon." Itachi nearly grabbed the other at the name, just catching himself as the shock hit him. "You know where Sasuke is?" didn't bother to switch back to English; Obito responded, so he must have understood. Hn? Ah-
"You don't remember? My parents had you over a few times, if I'm remembering correctly." It had been more like 'you two are about the same age so you should get along' and they were thrown together while the adults chatted in the main room but still. "I could be confusing you with a different Uchiha Obito," he said after a moment, though it was doubtful.
Obito started at the sudden, demanding change in Itachi's voice. "Err, yes, I know Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke. He's a student at the University I'm teaching at." -And here I was thinking the guy wouldn't be able to panic...-
"Over your house?" Obito blinked. Wait. Itachi wasn't speaking English. "Wait! How can I understand you! You're speaking another language and I can understand you! What the heck???" He flailed a bit at the sudden information. Taking in this bit of information Itachi nodded, taking note to shake the other down for more information later. He'd forgotten about the mats and other times to be taken in and cursed softly, motioning to the other. "Help me fold these."
He moved as he spoke, taking up the nearest mat to roll against the wall. Does he not remember anything? "It's Japanese - you know it, too." The words are murmured much more calmly than his earlier demands, making quick work of the mat and moving on to another. "We're related."
Calming from his slight panic, the obeyed the other Uchiha's request, and methodically folded the mats with him.
"I knew Japanese? Like really really knew it? Ok..." He took another mat to fold. "And if we're related, how exactly are we related?"
"You must remember some, if you can catch my words," he murmured as he finished with the mats and moved on to gathering the equipment used. "Do you not remember anything of your past?" Should I really be the one talking? I hadn't remembered much of anything until a year ago..
"Ahh, I'm sorry. It's been like this for five years. I haven't remembered anything aside from my name. I was in an accident when I was 17 and all." He shrugged helplessly as he followed the brunette to help with the equipment. "So I wouldn't know how we were related either."
Nodding slightly at the information Itachi finished with the equipment before moving again, motioning for the other to follow. "I'll talk as we walk, Obito - you don't have anywhere to be at the moment, do you?" Out in the short hallway he headed for the changing room, pausing in front of one of the lockers and flipping the combination before pulling it open.
"If memory serves - I believe it's from my mother's side. Well, considering that my parents were second-cousins I suppose it doesn't matter which side." All in the family, as they say. "We met just after I turned five or six, four at the youngest."
Obito shook his head at the first question, and complied to the nonverbal command of -Follow me-
"Wait. Does that mean all the Uchihas intermarried? And how old are you now?" he asked, leaning against a nearby locker.
It was taking a lot for Itachi not to glare at the other - he wasn't used to having question after question thrown at him and feeling compelled to answering them. "Yes. The Uchiha are - were - a rich family. It was the easiest way to keep those of lesser blood out and the money in." He started to undo the tie of his belt, slipping it from around his waist and tossing it into the locker as he pulled out his street clothing. A shower would come later. "I've turned 21 this past June." Sasuke, tell me more of him. "Anything else?"
Obito sighed "I somehow knew it was going to end up like this...what a weird family we have. And yes, one more question." He politely turned his face as Itachi was undressing. "What happened to them all? I was indirectly told by Sasuke that there were no more Uchiha's left, aside from him..." He trailed off, not knowing how to finish that question. The shirt came next, pulled off and put into a bag as Itachi changed into a loose t-shirt. "Some grew ill, other's- "Were taken by the demons." -were in accidents, like my aunt. Your mother," he corrected, pants pulled off in a smooth sweep. "My parents were - in a fire. I wasn't sure if Sasuke had survived or not, until now.."
Obito blinked in surprise at this information "Wow. The family had some crappy luck. Did they forget to go to a shrine or something?" He slumped against the locker, partially in shock -I've always thought I had a family I could go back to...-
"It was a long time coming," There wasn't a sad tone in his voice - it was a fact that couldn't be changed - no point in getting upset over something long past. "I thought I was the only Uchiha left, until just a while ago."
"Well, glad you have something to be happy about." Obito grinned wryly. "Sasuke-san said the same thing the last time I talked to him. He said he still lived in that Uchiha mansion, or whatever you call it." He paused. "What are your relations to Sasuke-san?"
Still living there - why haven't I gone back? Shaking his head before finishing the thought Itachi turned to look over the other before pulling out his pants and slipping into them. "He is..my brother." For the first time his tone was hesitant, as if unsure of the fact; it wasn't so much that he wasn't sure if Sasuke really was indeed his brother, more that he wasn't sure how the boy would react to finding out Itachi was still alive. If he sought him out at all. "Do you live alone?"
Obito somehow wasn't surprised at that. "Brother, eh?" He took note of the hesitant tone in the younger man's -he was only one year younger, but he's still younger- voice. "I've never heard Sasuke talk about you before. But then again, during my whole time here. He seemed like a very private and quiet type of person." He made sure Itachi was dressed somewhat before he turned to look at him. "And yes, I live alone. Why do you ask?"
"Is he now?" A thoughtful expression crossed his features, taking note of the bit of information. "I can answer any questions you have more easily in a comfortable setting." A hand motioned to the empty locker room, children long gone from the lesson. "Unless you would like to stay here and catch up on memories."
Obito grinned a guilty little grin, before smiling apologetically at the other man. "Sorry. I've been wandering around and I have no clue where I am and how to get to my house. It was nice talking to you though. I'm still planning to wander around..." He searched his pockets and found a card. "Here. You can call me so we can talk some other time, since I'm still planning to wander around a bit more..."
A dark brow twitched at that though he took the card, slipping it into his back pocket. Got lost...are we really related? "Of course." Turning to fix his pack Itachi slung it over his shoulder, giving the other a slight bow. "It was nice to see you again, Obito."
Obito, oblivious to his cousin's disapproval, waved as he went in the opposite direction. "Bye Itachi-san! It was nice seeing you too!"Giving a slight nod and a low "Good evening" Itachi took a moment to lean against his locker, raising a shaky hand to his face. They'llcomeforhimtoothedemonsarecoming- Quickly pulling his pack around a small bottle is withdrawn, two pills removed and taken dry with a muttered curse. I'd almost forgotten to take them. With a frustrated sound he stripped and changed back into his uniform, heading into the practice area to wait out the drugs. Things were safer that way.
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Who: Obito and Itachi.
What: Roleplay on AIM.
Where: Itachi's dojo.
When: Around Midday.
Warning(s): None.
[LOG]
Obito was... wandering. Yes, he was wandering because a certain blond was apparently too busy to give him a proper tour if the town/city. So he just decided to look around until he got hopelessly lost and had to call someone. That's when he saw the dojo.
"A dojo?" He muttered under his breath. 'Wonder that they're teaching there...'
Obito walked inside, peering into the rooms. The last one he peeked in had a brunette teenage -was he the teacher??- instructing something to the others in the room. 'Might as well see what's going on...'
There were children between the ages of five and nine in the room, broken into two levels of skill. Itachi had been working with a red-head having trouble with one of the stances, voice low and even as he adjusted the girl's footing. The door of the dojo was open to allow walk-ins or just for those considering joining to watch before making a decision. Once done with the girl he walked around the room, moving in every so often to help one student and adjust another student's position before checking in on the more advance section, calling one of the students forward to spar.
"Third position, second stance." He waited for the boy to comply before falling into another stance, motioning to the younger to come at him. The child had grown quite a bit from his first class and Itachi tended to use him as an assistant; it helped that he was easy to throw.
Sometime later he called the lesson to its end, bowing the students out and trying not to purse his lips in frustration as parents and older siblings gathered the children. It wasn't so much that he didn't like people - it was when Tristian's or Sara's older sisters would ask for 'personal lessons' that his patience wore thin. Eventually even they leave and he sighed, starting to work on putting the mats up when he noticed a lingering body. "Classes will resume tomorrow at four," he called as he turned, dark eyes fixed on the other.
Obito blinked when the pony-tailed teacher turned his dark eyes at him. He flushed slightly, berating himself for staring unabashedly like that. It just seemed like he knew this guy from somewhere, he couldn't help it...
"I'm sorry, I didn't come for the lessons...I was just... err... watching." He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head. 'Now THAT was just plain stupid...' He stopped laughing, and shifted a bit nervously, before blurting, "Do I know you from somewhere?" It was better to ask. Trying to remember him made his head hurt. Actually, it was still ringing...
Lips twitching Itachi didn't resist the amused smirk that pulled at his lips. They always get so flustered. "That's fine - it's why the door is always open." Why does he seem familiar? Frowning he took a step towards the boy, then another, stopping once there's several feet between them. "I'm not - sure." He moved around the other in a wide circle, unconsciously stalking as he tries to place the nostalgic feeling that had settled with looking at him. "What's your name?"
Obito was literally pissed of at himself. He was acting like a girl and now the guy was most likely laughing his head off mentally. Not that it helped when the guy was circling him like some predator or examiner. He shifted his feet restlessly, before he realized that the other person had asked him something.
"Oh! I'm Uchiha Obito. Err, nice to meet you. And you are?" He forgot to introduce himself and just asked a question! How stupid of him. Slapping himself mentally, he cocked his head at the other boy, waiting for his answer. Uchiha... Itachi paused mind-circle at that, quickly moving around to the other's front to look at him - really look at him. 'Obito, Obito - didn't we have a cousin named Obito?' Shaking his head slightly he bowed after a moment, mentally coming to a decision as he slipped into Japanese. "Uchiha, Itachi. Pleased to met you." It's a slim chance but maybe..
"And we have our introductions." Obito grinned and held out his hand, controlling his nervous shifting to a bare minimum. He frowned mentally. -Maybe this guy was related to Sasuke?-
"So, do you happen to know me from somewhere? I'm 22 and a assistant professor in the nearby University. You?" He paused, then muttered to himself quietly. "I definitely had to talk to Sasuke sometime soon." Itachi nearly grabbed the other at the name, just catching himself as the shock hit him. "You know where Sasuke is?" didn't bother to switch back to English; Obito responded, so he must have understood. Hn? Ah-
"You don't remember? My parents had you over a few times, if I'm remembering correctly." It had been more like 'you two are about the same age so you should get along' and they were thrown together while the adults chatted in the main room but still. "I could be confusing you with a different Uchiha Obito," he said after a moment, though it was doubtful.
Obito started at the sudden, demanding change in Itachi's voice. "Err, yes, I know Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke. He's a student at the University I'm teaching at." -And here I was thinking the guy wouldn't be able to panic...-
"Over your house?" Obito blinked. Wait. Itachi wasn't speaking English. "Wait! How can I understand you! You're speaking another language and I can understand you! What the heck???" He flailed a bit at the sudden information. Taking in this bit of information Itachi nodded, taking note to shake the other down for more information later. He'd forgotten about the mats and other times to be taken in and cursed softly, motioning to the other. "Help me fold these."
He moved as he spoke, taking up the nearest mat to roll against the wall. Does he not remember anything? "It's Japanese - you know it, too." The words are murmured much more calmly than his earlier demands, making quick work of the mat and moving on to another. "We're related."
Calming from his slight panic, the obeyed the other Uchiha's request, and methodically folded the mats with him.
"I knew Japanese? Like really really knew it? Ok..." He took another mat to fold. "And if we're related, how exactly are we related?"
"You must remember some, if you can catch my words," he murmured as he finished with the mats and moved on to gathering the equipment used. "Do you not remember anything of your past?" Should I really be the one talking? I hadn't remembered much of anything until a year ago..
"Ahh, I'm sorry. It's been like this for five years. I haven't remembered anything aside from my name. I was in an accident when I was 17 and all." He shrugged helplessly as he followed the brunette to help with the equipment. "So I wouldn't know how we were related either."
Nodding slightly at the information Itachi finished with the equipment before moving again, motioning for the other to follow. "I'll talk as we walk, Obito - you don't have anywhere to be at the moment, do you?" Out in the short hallway he headed for the changing room, pausing in front of one of the lockers and flipping the combination before pulling it open.
"If memory serves - I believe it's from my mother's side. Well, considering that my parents were second-cousins I suppose it doesn't matter which side." All in the family, as they say. "We met just after I turned five or six, four at the youngest."
Obito shook his head at the first question, and complied to the nonverbal command of -Follow me-
"Wait. Does that mean all the Uchihas intermarried? And how old are you now?" he asked, leaning against a nearby locker.
It was taking a lot for Itachi not to glare at the other - he wasn't used to having question after question thrown at him and feeling compelled to answering them. "Yes. The Uchiha are - were - a rich family. It was the easiest way to keep those of lesser blood out and the money in." He started to undo the tie of his belt, slipping it from around his waist and tossing it into the locker as he pulled out his street clothing. A shower would come later. "I've turned 21 this past June." Sasuke, tell me more of him. "Anything else?"
Obito sighed "I somehow knew it was going to end up like this...what a weird family we have. And yes, one more question." He politely turned his face as Itachi was undressing. "What happened to them all? I was indirectly told by Sasuke that there were no more Uchiha's left, aside from him..." He trailed off, not knowing how to finish that question. The shirt came next, pulled off and put into a bag as Itachi changed into a loose t-shirt. "Some grew ill, other's- "Were taken by the demons." -were in accidents, like my aunt. Your mother," he corrected, pants pulled off in a smooth sweep. "My parents were - in a fire. I wasn't sure if Sasuke had survived or not, until now.."
Obito blinked in surprise at this information "Wow. The family had some crappy luck. Did they forget to go to a shrine or something?" He slumped against the locker, partially in shock -I've always thought I had a family I could go back to...-
"It was a long time coming," There wasn't a sad tone in his voice - it was a fact that couldn't be changed - no point in getting upset over something long past. "I thought I was the only Uchiha left, until just a while ago."
"Well, glad you have something to be happy about." Obito grinned wryly. "Sasuke-san said the same thing the last time I talked to him. He said he still lived in that Uchiha mansion, or whatever you call it." He paused. "What are your relations to Sasuke-san?"
Still living there - why haven't I gone back? Shaking his head before finishing the thought Itachi turned to look over the other before pulling out his pants and slipping into them. "He is..my brother." For the first time his tone was hesitant, as if unsure of the fact; it wasn't so much that he wasn't sure if Sasuke really was indeed his brother, more that he wasn't sure how the boy would react to finding out Itachi was still alive. If he sought him out at all. "Do you live alone?"
Obito somehow wasn't surprised at that. "Brother, eh?" He took note of the hesitant tone in the younger man's -he was only one year younger, but he's still younger- voice. "I've never heard Sasuke talk about you before. But then again, during my whole time here. He seemed like a very private and quiet type of person." He made sure Itachi was dressed somewhat before he turned to look at him. "And yes, I live alone. Why do you ask?"
"Is he now?" A thoughtful expression crossed his features, taking note of the bit of information. "I can answer any questions you have more easily in a comfortable setting." A hand motioned to the empty locker room, children long gone from the lesson. "Unless you would like to stay here and catch up on memories."
Obito grinned a guilty little grin, before smiling apologetically at the other man. "Sorry. I've been wandering around and I have no clue where I am and how to get to my house. It was nice talking to you though. I'm still planning to wander around..." He searched his pockets and found a card. "Here. You can call me so we can talk some other time, since I'm still planning to wander around a bit more..."
A dark brow twitched at that though he took the card, slipping it into his back pocket. Got lost...are we really related? "Of course." Turning to fix his pack Itachi slung it over his shoulder, giving the other a slight bow. "It was nice to see you again, Obito."
Obito, oblivious to his cousin's disapproval, waved as he went in the opposite direction. "Bye Itachi-san! It was nice seeing you too!"Giving a slight nod and a low "Good evening" Itachi took a moment to lean against his locker, raising a shaky hand to his face. They'llcomeforhimtoothedemonsarecoming- Quickly pulling his pack around a small bottle is withdrawn, two pills removed and taken dry with a muttered curse. I'd almost forgotten to take them. With a frustrated sound he stripped and changed back into his uniform, heading into the practice area to wait out the drugs. Things were safer that way.
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