Pink
Pink
Obito never died in this story. I also would like to apologize in advance if I get anything wrong. I was never able to finish Naruto.
Chapter One
It was a normal day for Obito Uchiha. He sat at the dirty area of a living room gazing at the photo of Rin. Ever since her death, things have never been the same. His cheerful personality wasn't there anymore. Afterall he did lose someone he loved dearly.
Most days were quiet for the Uchiha. He had quit being a ninja at sixteen, so he was never busy with missions. His old teammate, Kakashi Hatake, on the other hand was always busy. He had become a sensei for a genin team. Ever since the death or Rin, Obito and Kakashi grew apart.
Obito sighed and looked towards the dusty mirror. Carresing the scar on his face, he sighed deeply. "How pathetic."
Getting up from the floor, he started towards his bedroom. The only thing that stopped him from reaching his room was a small knock on the door. Obito grunted in annoyance and quickly went to see who it was. Opening up the door; he noticed pink.
He drew his attention away from her unusual hair color, and observed her appearance. She had sea green eyes, milky white skin, and a pink blush was spread on her cheeks. Why was she blushing? Oh right, he didn't have a shirt on.
"Um hello, I'm Kakashi's student." Sakura greeted the Uchiha shyly. "I brought you something from Kakashi-Sensei."
She held out a basket full of different fruits. He stared at it suspiciously before taking hold of it, and setting it roughly next to him. Sakura flinched at the sudden noise. After setting it down, Obito glared at the young female. She stood in shock and fear, staring at the man.
Obito was starting to get annoyed at her incessant stare. "Well, do you need anything else?"
Sakura flinched at the voice, but managed to stop staring. "N-no, that's it. Thank you."
He watched the girl run off the porch, and into the streets on Konoha. Obito closed the door, and walked towards his bedroom. So he had met one of Kakashi's students today. Too bad she seemed like a brat. For some reason, he couldn't seem to get that pink hair out of his head. Sighing, he dropped onto his bed and thought about his only source of comfort. "Rin."
I'm sorry for any grammar errors in this. Anyways please review my story. Thanks.