That day and night.
Kurama and his party finally left the Land of Earth after many twists and turns.
Now they had arrived safely in the Land of Fire.
They found a small inn tucked away near the forest and booked a room each.
One person per room. A bit of privacy was welcomed after the bloodshed.
Kurama lay lazily in his bed, staring out the open window where the silver moonlight poured in.
His thoughts drifted. Should he return to Konoha soon?
Specifically, should he go back to visit Mikoto and Kushina for a... two-person dinner?
Or maybe a three-person dinner. That was even better.
Kushina was brash, full of fire and laughter, easy to tease, and easier to rile up. Total Uzumaki.
Mikoto was different—quiet, graceful, and controlled.
She barely even breathed when she was with him, like trying her hardest not to cross a line.
Kurama chuckled.
He needed to make Mikoto let go. She was too tightly wound. Maybe she felt guilty because of Kushina?
But even when he was alone with Mikoto, she still held back.
Kurama sighed and leaned back. Nah. She's just like that.
But he'd fix it. He always did.
Then he heard it. Soft footsteps pacing back and forth outside his door.
They didn't go away.
Kurama focused.
That chakra signature...
Rin.
He smirked.
He got up, silent as the wind, and slid the door open.
Rin jumped in shock and stumbled back.
She almost screamed.
"Rin?" Kurama's voice was calm, smooth. "Can't sleep?"
"A-ah! Kurama-sensei! I—Did I wake you up?"
"No. Wasn't asleep anyway."
Rin hesitated. Her fingers clenched.
"Then... Kurama-sensei, can I come in and talk?"
"Of course."
Kurama stepped aside and let her in.
Though Kurama was an Elite Jōnin, he held another identity in Konoha—as a senior advisor to the Fifth Hokage, much like Mikoto.
Rin still called him respectfully—Master Kurama.
Inside, the air was quiet, but Rin's heart was racing.
She had made up her mind.
"Master Kurama... I... I've always liked you. I want to be your woman."
Kurama raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly.
This damn charm of his. Expected.
"Oh? Is that so?"
"Yes... I've liked you since the moment I saw you again after so long."
Love at first sight.
Kurama nodded thoughtfully.
"Well, someone who wants to be with me has to prove it."
Rin blinked. "Prove it...? How?"
Kurama's smirk deepened.
"By doing something interesting, of course."
Early the next morning.
Obito was up before sunrise.
Today was important.
He was going to buy breakfast. Not for everyone—just for Rin.
This wasn't just any breakfast.
This was breakfast of love.
Only for Rin.
Not that bastard Kakashi. Not Kurama-sensei either.
Obito had been saving up mission money—every single ryo. All for this moment.
Da la la, la la da—
He hopped down the street, humming joyfully like a lovesick idiot.
His mood had been soaring since last night.
Why?
Because Rin called him a pig.
Pig-head, pig-face, pig-pig-pig—
It was beautiful.
In Obito's fantasy-fueled brain, that wasn't an insult.
It was flirting.
Affection. Bonding. Love.
In his mind, those were the words exchanged between budding lovers.
Just thinking about it made him bounce on his heels.
He imagined the future.
Once they returned to the village, there'd be no more annoying distractions like Kakashi.
No more Kurama-sensei looking down on him.
Just him and Rin.
Then he'd confess.
And she'd say yes.
Obito clenched his fist. "I will succeed."
He was confident.
After all—he was the man who awakened the Sharingan.
The pride of the Uchiha.
He heard rumors.
Uchiha Mikoto, the clan head, had awakened the Mangekyō Sharingan.
She was not only clan leader but also one of the Hokage's closest advisors.
The Uchiha were powerful, respected, and feared.
Obito felt proud to be born into this clan.
Proud to carry the blood of a powerful legacy.
One day, he too would awaken Mangekyō.
Only then would he be strong enough to truly protect Rin.
Not just in battle.
But from everything.
He'd never let anyone take her again.
Not Iwa-nin. Not Kiri-nin. Not even fate itself.
Only in this way can he have enough strength to protect Rin!
Now, though he only possessed a Two Tomoe Sharingan, Obito believed it wouldn't be long before he awakened the third. The Three Tomoe Sharingan was just a stepping stone. Beyond that awaited the legendary Mangekyō Sharingan—his true goal.
This was the script he had written for himself.
And so far, everything was going according to plan.
Obito believed that once he unlocked Mangekyō Sharingan, he would surpass even Kakashi, the son of the White Fang, without a doubt.
At that point, he would be able to flick Kakashi aside with one hand. Even Kurama-sensei—a legend among Jōnin and an advisor to the Hokage—would pale in comparison.
Such was the power of the Mangekyō.
When that time came, Rin would definitely admire him.
And when that happened, it would be time for their wedding.
Tsunade could even retire.
He, Uchiha Obito, would become the Sixth Hokage.
And Rin? She would be the wife of the village leader.
Glorious. Beautiful.
Obito's face lit up with a proud, love-struck smile.
He could already imagine the cheers in the village as everyone celebrated their wedding. The will of fire shining over them.
"Rin, wait for me."
At that moment, the store owner finally snapped.
"Hey, kid! What's with the creepy giggling? Are you buying or not? If not, stop blocking my damn counter!"
The old man behind the counter gave him a stern glare.
Obito had been holding the bento box, giggling like a lunatic, completely lost in his fantasy.
"Ah! Gomen, gomen, old man! I'm buying, I'm buying!"
He quickly paid, snatched the bags, and strutted proudly toward the hotel.
This wasn't just any breakfast—it was a love breakfast, packed with dango, grilled fish, steamed rice, miso soup, and mochi for dessert.
Neither Kakashi nor Kurama-sensei would get a single bite.
It was for Rin, and Rin alone.
Obito hummed an off-key tune, eyes sparkling with delusion and devotion.
"Rin, wait for me."
Sunlight leaked through the curtains and painted golden strips across the tatami floor of the hotel room.
Rin slowly opened her eyes, body sore but heart pounding.
Master Kurama sat at the edge of the bed, shirtless, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Rin gasped and quickly pulled the sheets over her head.
"I hate it, Master Kurama! I'm so embarrassed."
Kurama chuckled softly.
"It's alright, Rin. You need to get used to it. Pack up—we're heading back to Konoha today."
"Mm," she replied softly, peeking out shyly.
Kurama stretched, muscles rippling under the morning sun.
At the same time, a few doors down, Obito knocked gently on what he thought was Rin's room.
"Rin, you up yet? I got breakfast for you," he called cheerfully.
No response.
He waited a few seconds.
"Come on, Rin, don't be lazy. Kurama-sensei and Kakashi are already up! (Which, to be fair, they weren't.) If you don't get up soon, the miso soup will go cold!"
Still no response.
Obito frowned.
He knocked again.
"Rin, seriously. This soup's starting to cool down. I made sure it was your favorite—they used the seaweed with extra tofu."
Silence.
"Rin? I'm coming in. I'm starving."
Obito turned the knob gently.
The door creaked open.
"Eh? Not locked?"
He poked his head in, expecting to be greeted by Rin brushing her hair or folding her clothes.
Instead, the room was empty.
Pristine. Spotless.
The bed was made. Slippers aligned perfectly. The mirror had no smudges. Even the scrolls on the table were stacked in descending size.
It was the textbook image of a good housewife.
Compared to this, his room looked like a post-battlefield.
He scratched his head.
"Damn, if Rin becomes my wife, my room might finally look like this."
He walked in, still holding the bento bags.
Looking around, he could feel the absence of her presence.
Rin wasn't here.
She had definitely woken up before him.
Obito groaned.
"Man, even when I try to be early, she still beats me to it."
Rin had always been like that—thoughtful, responsible.
She was the one who bandaged their wounds after missions, brought water when they were tired, and sometimes even scolded them gently for being reckless.
"She probably woke up early to buy breakfast for all of us. Heh, she's too kind."
Obito chuckled to himself.
"Still, that means she already ate, huh?"
He looked down at the bento in his hand.
"This was supposed to be a love breakfast... Guess I'll just eat it myself."
He plopped down on the floor, opened the box, and stared at the still-steaming rice.
"Rin, where did you run off to so early?"
Minutes ticked by.
Still no sign of her.
Obito tapped his fingers on the box.
"Alright, this is getting weird."
He stood up and walked out into the hallway.
He knocked on Kakashi's door. Nothing.
He went to Kurama-sensei's door and paused.
His heart told him something was... off.
He raised his hand, hesitated, then lowered it again.
"Nah, probably just overthinking. Maybe she went out for a morning walk."
But something didn't feel right.
The chakra in the air, the quiet hallways, the way the morning light seemed just a bit too still.
He turned and looked out the window.
Somewhere in the distance, he could see birds flying from the trees.
He clenched his fist.
"If anything's happened to Rin..."
He didn't finish the thought.
He wouldn't let it happen. Not on his watch.
Because one day, when he had Mangekyō Sharingan—no, when he became Hokage himself—he would protect her.
Not just from enemies. But from heartbreak. From loneliness.
From the shadows inside the very village that claimed to protect them al
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