ibs | An AU of maf because I'm thirsty as fuck

[ 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. ]

Threaded | Flat

[In a word, it's annoying. He's irritated at this place, his usual 'norm' disrupted by being far from home. He's doing his damnedest to try to set up Rhyme here, but without yet going home for supplies, it's a quiet drag. The murdergames are an alright distraction, when they aren't filled with annoyances and children.

But what's the most annoying is one of the minute few people he actually has any sort of draw to has been a ghost since the recent 'incident' in the game. Last they spoke, he'd given some cheesy lines about his 'Ninja Way' and had carried him home while he was still drunk thanks to the role he got cursed with.

He hadn't finished working on the man's Coil yet, so even bothering him through numerous messages, pictures or calls was an impossibility, and what with how the man is a Ninja? he couldn't even figure out where the man was staying, much less luck into running into him in a store like he had before.

He's tossed his work aside for the night, now, pulling open the curtain of his bedroom to look outside and into the city below. It's noisy, he can tell, but he doesn't give a damn about anything going on out there. Does he?

His face twists into an irritated expression.]

Where the hell are you. Obito, you bastard...

[To absolutely noone.]

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