The Sound of Silence

By: Madd Envy Freak

Disclaimer: I don’t own…. Yeah.

Summary: Guilt can way down on the heart when you know their blood in on your hands… and Obito knows the horror of nightmares better than most. It was his fault. And Sasuke’s ghost keeps reminding him. ObitoNaru

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“You took him away from me, you bastard.”

Obito shook his head and continued to type up his essay, attempting to block out the nagging little voice in his mind that wouldn’t go away. His eyes focused on the white screen and he listened hard for the tap-tap-tap of the keys as he pressed violently on the keyboard.

But Sasuke just wouldn’t leave him alone.

The stoic raven stood across from him, blood red eyes narrowed and endless—like a void.

Obito closed his eyes and rested his head in his hands.

Sasuke… was dead.

DEAD.

“Only because you killed me.”

“Shut up…”

“Murderer.”

“No… I… You were going to kill me… I had to…”

“Psh. You killed me so you could have Naruto; admit it, you jealous bastard.”

“SHUT UP!” Obito screamed, fists smashing against the table as he breathed heavily, eyes wide, and pupils dilated.

Pale hands clenched and unclenched as he tried to ignore the laughing of the raven. But… that damned brat… he was right, wasn’t he? He had killed him… and… he hadn’t felt anything. Did that make him a monster? He just… killed him. Timid black eyes glanced down at his hands and he gagged. Blood. His hands were covered in it. He pushed himself away from the keyboard quickly and stumbled to the bathroom, running the water near scalding and roughly scrubbing his hands.

But…

It wouldn’t wash away.

Shuddering, he let himself drop to the floor with a thud, eyes trained on his red hands.

Sasuke was leering at him from the doorway, that ever present sneer lingering on his lips.

Obito choked back a sob.

“Obito?” Two sets of eyes snapped around to watch the blond enter the bathroom. Naruto blinked in confusion as he took in the running, steaming water and his lover’s shaking form on the floor, “Are… you alright?”

The raven haired boy chuckled dryly as Naruto walked through the Uchiha phantom to kneel before him, “Yeah, fine.” He croaked out weakly.

Soft blue eyes saddened and Naruto wrapped his arms around the trembling older teen, resting their foreheads together gently, “Liar… come on, lets go lay down and I’ll make you feel better, kay?”

“Why don’t you hate me, Naruto?” Obito whispered.

Naruto looked between struck and shocked, “Why would I hate you…?”

Obito pulled away from the warm embrace and curled into himself, “I… I killed him, and you loved him… aren’t you supposed to hate me…?”

Obito had expected many things. Hitting, yelling, sobbing. Anything but the gentle arms that wrapped around him soothingly, and the soft, husky voice that murmured into his ear, “You didn’t kill him, Obito. Sasuke… I was the one who killed him, but… I’ve learned to let it go. It was an accident. And… we’re not at fault.”

“How can you say it… when I can still see it… on my skin…”

“See what?”

“His blood.” Obito whispered, voice breaking.

Naruto sighed softly and lifted Obito’s sweaty hands in his own, bringing them to his lips where he showered them in tender kisses, “I don’t see blood. Now, come back to bed and make wild love to me before I start without you.”

The older teen forced his eyes to look up at the blue eyes that were gazing down at him and was struck by them.

The sky.

Clear, cloudless, endless.

He shook as he embraced his lover, holding him tight to his chest.

There wasn’t pollution in his eyes anymore.

Black eyes looked over the shoulder of his lover, and he met the phantom’s cold red eyes.

You took away the sky… you deserved to die.

The illusion chuckled to itself and when Obito blinked, it was gone.

As if it was never there at all.

And there was silence.

It was the most beautiful sound Obito had ever heard.

End.