An AU of maf because I'm thirsty as fuck

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[ Obito had meant it when he had told Noiz that he didn't believe in abandoning his friends. But for the kid's own good, he's avoided him for the most part over the course of the past week, hoping to divert the attention of the other version of himself so that he'd eventually lose interest. Not that he knew just how interested he was. After all, wasn't he just trying to find leverage to use against them all?

What his impression boils down to is that they're still the same person, with the same capabilities and powers. Sasuke made the point that the other one was stronger, motivated by a singular focus that he wouldn't have any chance to match.

If he were younger, he would have insisted that he was just as strong, but through his experiences, all those times he watched his comrades get killed before his very sight, he understands that it's better to be careful and calculated. He isn't naive anymore. A ninja can't rush headfirst into something with no knowledge of the other person. All he can be sure of is that he won't be caught off-guard, and he's going to take the appropriate measures to ensure everyone else around him is safe.

He hasn't abandoned Noiz. They don't know each other too well, but he has an obligation to protect him. He unwittingly dragged him into this mess just because he was an impulsive idiot who got too caught up in the heat of the moment. He's gotten to care about him, beyond that, so he won't let his past mistake lead to a situation where he could possibly get seriously hurt or traumatized.

He's perched outside the window of his apartment, just above the rusted awning hanging over the shopfront below. Nothing out of the ordinary has happened since he came to sit watch, so he stays to just listen to the muffled, shrill noise of a drill being used past the curtained glass of the window. It goes quiet for a while after, so maybe Noiz has turned in for the night. ]

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[And he doesn't hear him at all. He doesn't catch sight of him, nor is he even aware that Obito is there, hovering, watching. His eyes are somewhat glazed over in that quiet, deep thought that Noiz is usually drawn to when he's alone--thinking far too much in his head and never saying a word.

His fingers grip the sill of the window, pulling it open after a moment to let the breeze come in and wash over him--not as if he would feel the slight cold bite to the spring wind, nor the feeling of it as it pushes his hair a little out of his eyes.

He can feel the fresh air as he breathes it in, and that's about it. He doesn't care about the dangers of this world or the dangers of strange ninja who see him as a target. He's selfish and singular, his world a very small one where he's learning everything he couldn't when he was left alone in the confines of his own dark little room.

He was about to turn away and go back to work tirelessly for the rest of the night, but that's when the guy he'd growled about... actually appears. As if muttering his name had summoned the guy with just that one mumble of his name.

Noiz gives him a blank, nearly shocked look, that boils over into bitter irritation.

And without a word, he attempts to grab him.]

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[ He lets out a loud yelp at that, obviously. Because he lets him grab him, feeling the roots of his hair strain as it's pulled and yanked. He grabs for Noiz' wrist, using his strength to force him to ease up. ]

Ow, ow, ow!!! Don't pull so hard!

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[He's partway surprised that he even managed to grab him. Not that he'll let the chance go to waste--he lets out a low growl, giving him a harsh look as he not only continues to 'pull so hard', he actually pulls him down, towards the window.]

Were you here the whole time?

[Despite his expression, his tone is still soft, not raising in octave at all. As if he has no idea how to yell, or doesn't feel the need to.]

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[ He lets him. Only because he wouldn't be able to pull him from the glue of his chakra pinning him to the wall on his own.

The pull earns a grunt, and he drops, though there is ceremony to the way he folds himself and flips in the air like a cat, landing on his feet against the the ledge of the window. He winces in response to the fist still winding tight around his hair, tugging mercilessly at his scalp. ]

I - I was just checking up on you, that's all! [ For someone so loud, he sure is making a conscious effort to keep his own voice hushed. There's still a sense of urgency to the way he whines, though, which is understandable considering the hair pulling.

Which he doesn't fight. At all. ]

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['Just checking up.' Somehow he doesn't doubt that--but what he does doubt is the fact that this was the first time he's done it this week. How many times had Obito been outside his door? Hovering by a window? Watching him from a rooftop as Noiz walked down the street?

It only annoys him more, and he can feel his teeth gritting behind his lips, his bottom one curling as he bites down a growl of irritation. How dare he just leave like that after...

Either way, Obito isn't getting any sort of biting remark in response. No; if he's being allowed to grab and pull on the other, then he's taking advantage of it for the first time since he'd met the too-cheery ninja.

A second hand comes up, grabbing the front of his shirt, pulling him in against the window--his lips connecting with Obito's in a nearly crushing, hungry kiss.]

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Ah - [ It definitely hadn't been the first time he's lingered around, watching Noiz with a bit of a stubborn conviction. He's not about to admit it, though, especially with those angry eyes staring down at him, accusing him of going back on a promise only he knows he's been keeping (in his own way) up until then.

He's not using his passive ability, in an effort to prove himself, and he's prepared to face the consequences. Like a smack to the face or a fist grabbing for his vest, but a kiss? It's not expected. So he's taken aback, shocked into swallowing back his excuses as he's forced to rear up.

The gasp that leaves his throat is quiet, muffled by their lips fitting against one another. The cold metal of his piercings press uncomfortably against his skin, but his lips are soft, pliable. Obito squeezes his one eye shut, waiting for him to either stop altogether or take it further. ]

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[Actions always speak louder than words, in his experience. He couldn't figure out the right words to say, or how to articulate his frustration because he doesn't know where it stems from, or how to even explain it.

So instead of relying on words he's never used or trying to explain thoughts he's never had to express, trying to pull the other into his house through the window while he kisses him seemed pretty close to what he would have said.

Because stopping altogether isn't something the teen is keen on, even if Obito isn't exactly kissing back. Which only irritates him more, as his tongue draws over the seam of the others' lips.]

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[ He's pulled into the room and the transition he makes from crouching on the sill to stepping inside is seamless. He drops his receptive hands to the other's narrow hips, fingers framing the angular shape of his pelvis. He unconsciously groans into the other man's mouth, lips parting as that soft tongue runs over the thin line between. He pushes forward, having to bow and change the angle of his head to seal their lips together properly, letting their tongues touch tentatively before he's trying to pull away. ]

Wait --

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...What.

[A single syllable word escapes him when Obito pulls back, and his teeth click just a few centimeters away from the others' bottom lip. Just a little closer, and he would have caught the skin between his teeth and stopped the other from escaping much more than that.]

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I didn't... come here to... [ Eyes flick to his mouth. His resolve is waning, just a little. But he's luckily not a teenager himself anymore, so reining in his libido is way easier. ]

I want to talk. [ He hovers closer, letting their lips touch minutely, only to part with a soft noise. He re-initiates another, gentle and reassuring and nothing like the frenzy Noiz had tried to pull him in moments before. His hands run over his sides soothingly. ]

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[Maybe reeling yours in is easy when you're dealing with someone who is halfway reasonable. Remember that you're dealing with someone who has no idea how a normal interaction like this will go, so:]

We can talk. [He says, with some degree of finality. His head tipping up as his tongue moves to draw along the inside of Obito's top lip, the metal bead of his tongue ring tapping against his own teeth.] But I want to do something else first.

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... [ Oh... wow. He kind of melts beneath that touch, letting his mouth hang open after smooching him a final time. ]

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Noiz... [ There's just a bit of an authoritative tone lacing through his voice, but it's quiet and somewhat strained. His breath is a touch heavier, pushing out of his lungs in a telltale sign of arousal and interest.

He grabs his chin, forcing him back and kisses the corner of his mouth in a wordless apology. ] It's important.

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[If there's an authoritative tone, he certainly doesn't hear it. Or he's ignoring it, for his own selfish wants, as the other grabs his chin like that, the barest hints of a smile flickering along his own lips.]

Aa.

So's this.

[Some might find how little he speaks annoying, but--he accentuates what he's talking about when a hand slides away from the front of the others' shirt...



...and sliding his palm down the others' stomach, pressing it flat against his crotch.]

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[ The hand roaming over his chest sends his stomach lurching. This is dangerous. His abdomen tenses, hips lifting ever so subtly as fingers delve lower, reaching...

He grabs his wrist before he can, squeezing tight enough for him to feel the pressure and let his warning sink in more clearly. ]

You're such a brat. [ He's not smiling, but there's a humoured lilt to his voice. ] You don't listen.

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...Tch.

[The grip might be tight, and it doesn't hurt--but it certainly hard enough that he can feel that uncomfortable numb pressure from how hard he's being held back.]

And you're annoying.

Going off and saying one thing... and then doing another.

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[ That doesn't make him outwardly flinch, but it does sting a little. He regards him seriously, prolonging a mutually held stare. ]

I'm worried about you. I don't want to drag you into something like this. You don't deserve to be subjected to that because I'm an idiot.

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[He doesn't mind having to lock eyecontact with him. He does so, easily, and he doesn't bat much of an eye when the other explains himself. Or, what Noiz categorizes as Obito 'explaining' himself.]

I'm not a child.

I know you're dangerous. I knew that since the first time you used your strange ability on me.

[Going invisible, sucking Usagimodoki into his eye...]

You are an idiot.

But you're don't get to be the first person to actually make me feel something and then run away.

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I wasn't - [ A kneejerk reaction. But he knows what it looks like and what matters is how Noiz perceives what he's trying to do.

Noiz is so vulnerable. He fell for him so easily and it makes Obito feel even more guilty for potentially leading him to something horrible. ]

I meant it when I said I don't abandon my friends. I won't let them get hurt, either.

I know what I'm doing. [ He says more so to convince himself than Noiz. ] I want to talk to you about the sharingan.

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[And he really doesn't want to talk. At all. He's been lectured about staying away more than once himself, and as usual--his selfish and self-serving nature had only taken those lectures and gotten annoyed by them.

The hand still trapped in Obito's twists, like he's trying to get free, but it doesn't move much more after that.]

I've already heard it all. Don't you get it?

I don't care...

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Noiz. [ He's only going to hurt himself struggling so hard against his grip so Obito has no choice but to release him, opening the cage of his fingers to let him wrench himself free. He doesn't need to pin him down and make him listen to what he has to say. Noiz has gotten his point, and... any intimacy he wants to share will have to wait, if it happens at all. ]

I care. I care what happens to you. You have to understand what the sharingan is capable of. It's a weapon, not ... a play thing. [ Ugh. He inwardly cringes, having to admit that, knowing he's condemning his own actions. ]

I should have explained this to you before.

It's capable of doing horrible things; you know that, right? [ He's insinuated as such when telling him that he could spend years in a world he has cultivated. ]

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['Horrible things'. He can't help but to flash to images of that other Obito, the oddly calm options he was offering him, how he could do anything he wanted, whenever he wanted.

Of course he got it. It was a weapon, and not just a way for Noiz to feel normal, something to be attracted to, reach for as a solution. He knows that. It didn't make this any less frustrating, however.]

Obviously. Sasuke and Hiruma wouldn't have lost their heads trying to warn me if it was some sort of plaything.

I told you. I'm not an idiot. I know it's dangerous.

I know he's dangerous. And I know by that, you're dangerous, too.

[A pause, and his eyes flicker away, only to look back. That same intense look on his face as he stands there, all thorns and irritation.]

I wasn't asking you to use it on me, this time.

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[ There are often times when Noiz reminds of himself, how he used to be before he had to grow up and admit to his faults and flaws in order to better himself. It's frustrating, but it also makes him feel doubly responsible for him, like it's his role to be his teacher. He didn't grow up having parents, or a sensei who guided him. Everything about him is self-taught and he can't hold him completely accountable for being stupid.

But at least he isn't oblivious. He knows he's playing with fire.

Yet he's still trying to... er. Obito's face falls, expression shifting from serious to a more flustered, affected one. ]

That's besides the point! I mean, you made that pretty clear... [ CLEARING HIS THROAT AGAINST A CLOSED FIST. ] But you know if anything were to happen to you, I'd be responsible.

I'm ... I'll find a way to get rid of him. But until then, you should keep your distance from me. From Sasuke, too.

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[Far from oblivious, if he'd fallen into the other Obito's offers and something awful happened, it would have been his own fault. He knew that. If something bad happened to him in those murder games, whether or not it was Sasuke or Obito or hell--even Ozymandias, he was entirely aware that it was his own doing.

He's always played with fire. He's always played with fire, and he's always hoped to be burned. Just so he could say that he knew what it was like.]

And if I refuse? You're an idiot, but you're not stupid all the time.

Whether or not you keep seeing me or leave me behind, that guy will see me as a target.
All this 'keeping your distance' and 'being responsible' for that shit is just you trying to protect your own sense of guilt if he ever does try anything.

Hah, what will it be... [He moves back, bringing the screen of his coil up and tapping in something into it, his motions quick, fluid. From the desk, a shrill voice yells. Usagimodoki's mechanical voice speaking out instead of Noiz.]

'I kept my distance to protect him! I did! I did all I could to make sure nothing happened and it happened anyway!'

[A small scoff.]

Something like that, hoh?

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[ Obito's eye widens a fraction at the sudden, pseudo-outburst. He stays quiet for the duration of it, listening attentively and letting his expression soften. As much as it can, with the harsh scarring framing his features.

If it'd been Noiz' intention to hit him where it hurts, he succeeded. It almost makes him feel sick, especially because the squeaked out words of his allmate are similar to what has gone through his mind before. It dredges up the worst memories and feelings in him.

He bows his head, obscuring the way his eye snaps open in muted disbelief. ]