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👀 I'd love to see Obito and Reiko go on an actual date in a restaurant after Obito got his hair done in your last chapter of them. It'd be lovely ♥

Ask and ye shall receive! How about their first official date?

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Reiko was pinning her hair into spiky buns on either side of her head, allowing the ends of her brown hair to stick up and out with little care. She’d seen one of the young Kunoichi’s in the village wearing their hair in a similar style once. It looked youthful and vibrant, and she could certainly use some of that levity to balance out the weight of what was to come. As she painted her lips a soft, rosy, shade, Reiko almost laughed at her own reflection. Though her appearance wasn’t the cause for the new outburst. Rather, she felt the need to mock the way her hand tremble slightly and her eyes appeared wide with panic. The blush on her cheeks was not artificial and she could feel her insides twisting and turning with frightened anticipation.

She’d been living with Obito for several months, and had become his ‘girlfriend’ several months before that, and yet they’d never been on a single date outside of their homes.

In the beginning, they’d just decided it would be best to keep their relationship under the radar. The less people who knew, the less they would have to explain. Additionally, the knowledge that Obito was still alive spread through the village like wildfire after he’d stopped that Jonin from attacking her. Apparently, someone who lived in the apartments above the alley they’d been had seen the entire scene unfold. Some other people had seen Obito walking Reiko home that night. A few whispers had turned into village wide gossip which had turned into a group of concerned parents, Shinobi, and shop owners gathering outside of the Hokage Tower early one morning to demand answers. Kakashi had been forced to make the announcement before he’d been ready, and the weeks that followed were hard on everyone involved.

At the time, it had just made sense for Reiko and Obito to keep their heads down. It had also been a command from Lord Sixth. Reiko was put on extended leave until they could decide what to do with her attacker. Obito was confined to his home. In the end, she supposed they just got too comfortable with being each others only company. Obito lived on the village’s pay roll for a while and Reiko continued to be an under the table advisor for Shikamaru as he navigated his new position. There was never a need to leave the house other than to go on short grocery runs, so they never left.

That was until Obito proposed the idea of going on an actual date. Dinner, some kind of entertainment, dessert. She’d noticed that, after the dye job on gone well, Obito had gained a new found confidence. Changing his appearance seemed to be his idea of severing the last tie to his blood soaked past. He was more playful and energetic than she’d ever seen him. Rolling over in bed in the morning just to pepper her face with light kisses. Tickling her sides and laughing into the skin of her neck until they became a tangled mess of limbs and love. She’d watched him painstakingly follow a recipe from her recipe book, his pink tongue pinched between his lips as he read over the instructions again and again. Hell, one night, he’d rose from his seat on the couch with no warning. He’d turned the TV off right in the middle of their movie and before Reiko could protest, he was clicking on the radio in the kitchen, cranking it up to top volume, and pulling Reiko from her seat to dance. He said he hadn’t danced since he was a child.

All of these strange, albeit sweet, things had culminated in his proposal of a public date as they laid in bed one evening. Reiko had been hesitant, lingering nerves making her stomach twist at the idea of someone trying to hurt him. Or saying hurtful things to him because of his past. But Obito’s eyes had sparkled in the darkness of their bedroom and she hadn’t had the heart to voice her concerns.

Now, as she got ready for their first ‘official’ date, Reiko found her stomach filling with butterflies. Her smile nervous but uncontainable. It almost felt like being a teenager again. Though, she couldn’t recall the last person who’d made her feel this giddy.

“Hey, you almost ready?”

Obito asked from the bathroom doorway, startling her and causing her to jump, effectively smearing lipstick across her cheek. When she noticed the pink streak in her reflection, she sighed, chuckling a bit at the tail end as she reached for a tissue.

“Well, I was, but now I have to clean this up.”

She said, carefully wiping the pink from her cheek as Obito chuckled behind her. He crossed the bathroom, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and resting his chin on her shoulder to peer at her reflection.

“You look nice… even with lipstick on your cheek.”

He complimented, and even though it had been a week since the dye job, Reiko was still stunned by his appearance occasionally. She’d had no idea what a huge difference something as simple as hair color could make. Obito looked younger with a head full of dark hair and a matching set of thin eyebrows. His eyes held a near child like shine and she found herself falling in love with him all over again. She forced her eyes away from his reflection was a light hearted scoff, going back to wiping the remaining stain from her skin.

“So, you planned all of this out, huh? The whole date?”

She asked, and Obito beamed, his grip on her waist tightening in excitement.

“Uh-huh. You’re going to love it.”

He promised, and that was enough to catch her attention. Obito was a romantic. There was no arguing with that. He watched those rom-com movies until he knew most of the lines by heart, and he still choked up every time when the two main characters finally got together. Or admitted their love for each other. Reiko believed that some people were born that way. Full of so much emotion that they were constantly seeking an outlet for it. Obito had channeled of that passion into many things before. Shinobi work, helping people in the village, loving Rin, war-mongering, and recently, his relationship with her. Reiko didn’t think she’d ever met a man so interested in what she had to say. He asked her personal questions she’d never even considered, and would sit and listen with a doe-eyed expression as she worked through the answer. In hindsight, being locked in this house where he couldn’t connect with people and express himself was probably draining for him. Like having a large, energetic, dog cooped up in a tiny apartment. It was unfair. So, even if Reiko was nervous about this outing, she knew it was necessary. For Obito, and for herself.

“If you put it together, I’m sure it will be perfect.”

Reiko said, tossing the pink stained tissue into a small garbage can near the sink. Obito’s hand slithered up her body to grip her chin, gently pushing until she turned to give him a kiss. When he pulled away and untethered himself from her, he grinned brightly at her reflection.

“Then let’s begin! Your chariot awaits!”

Obito exclaimed before turning heel and leaving her standing in the bathroom, more than a little dumb founded.

…Chariot?

Reiko had been quick in finishing her preparations. Throwing on a flowing skirt and relaxed tank top at Obito’s instruction to dress ‘comfortable and casual’. He’d been waiting by the front door, nearly bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited for her to slip on a pair of strappy sandals. As she pinned her earrings in, she’d chuckled at the excited look on his face, like a hyper active puppy waiting to go for a walk. That’s when she realized she’d forgotten something important.

“Ready?”

Obito asked, grinning from ear to ear, and Reiko held up a finger in a sign for him to wait. She darted through the house, back upstairs to their shared bedroom. After digging around for a moment, she rose up from her side of the closet with a small, white, gift bag. So plain and unassuming that it had been sitting in the back corner of their closet for a week and Obito hadn’t even noticed it.

Reiko trotted back down stairs, but she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Obito. He was still standing next to the front door, but now he was holding something in front of him. His hands were clasped around the loop of an identical white gift bag. A disbelieving smile pulled across her face and she let out an arid chuckle. Obito grinned back, before furrowing his brow in mock confusion.

“Oh! Did you get me something too? I had no idea.”

He teased, drawing a chuckle from Reiko. She shrugged as she finished descending the stairs and crossed the living room to the front door.

“Guess I’m not as sneaky as I thought… but you still don’t get to open it until the end of the date.”

She pointed out, Obito nodding in agreement as he opened the front door. He bowed a little as the sunlight poured in, and it took Reiko’s eyes a moment to adjust to the objects taking shape. She stepped over the threshold onto the porch and-

Oh.

Obito had not been joking about her ‘chariot’. Sitting on the dirt road beyond their wooden fence was bike drawn rickshaw. She’d seen them before, available for rent from a small shop in the village, but she’d never considered that she’d ever ride in one. Her eyes widened as Obito shut the door behind her and stepped around so he was in her field of view, a bashful smile on his face with a hint of blush dusting his cheeks.

“Do you like it?”

He questioned, glancing nervously between Reiko and their vehicle for the evening. The man sitting on the bike seat up front was smiling at her as well. Brown hair framing his face and a pair of sunglasses to protect his eyes from any dirt.

“I… It’s very thoughtful… I really don’t have the words.”

Reiko said, turning to Obito with a soft smile to let him know that she was appreciative, she just hadn’t been expecting the surprise. He grinned, reaching out to take her free hand in his own as he carefully walked her towards the cart. Reiko continue to inspect the vehicle. The shade over the top of the seating compartment was green and the seats were a tan, all weather, material. When they drew close enough for her to climb inside, she glanced at the driver once more. It felt a bit odd to have someone doing physical labor just to transport them for the evening. She almost felt bad for-

“Wait. Genma?”

Reiko suddenly asked, stopping with one foot in the rickshaw as she finally recognized the perpetual smirk on the other Jonin’s place.

“Hey, Rei. Told you she would recognize me, Obito.”

Genma replied, glancing past her towards her date for the evening. Reiko turned around to look at Obito as well, raising an eyebrow in question. Her boyfriend raised his hands in surrender, scrunching his eyes shut in embarrassment.

“Ah, well, when I rented the cart I didn’t realize that it didn’t include a driver… so, I talked to Kakashi and uh… Genma agreed to help out.”

Obito informed her, and she turned her head back to look at her former subordinate. He shrugged a bit, producing a senbon from the front pocket of his casual jacket and nestling it between his lips now that his cover was blown.

“Hey, can’t exactly say no to a mission assignment from the Hokage-“

Genma started, but Obito was quick to cut him off.

“Don’t start with that! Tell her the real reason you agreed to do it, Genma.”

He nearly shouted from behind her. And Reiko was hopeful that what Genma had just said was not the reason he’d agreed to pull this cart. If she felt bad for someone who was paid to do this job and was voluntarily there, she would feel terrible if this had been forced on Genma under the guise of a mission. The brown haired Shinobi chuckled and nodded.

“Alright, alright. Look, you were a good boss, but you dipped out pretty quick after everything that happened so I just… wanted to give back. That’s all.”

Genma admitted, and Reiko didn’t think that anything had tugged at her heartstrings quite like that did. When she’d left the position of Jonin Commander in Shikamaru’s hands, she figured that no one would really miss her. She’d been reclusive, introverted, hard to work with… And yet, here Genma was, committing an act of selflessness just because he thought she’d been a good, fair, boss. She smiled and, without considering it, reached forward to place a gentle hand on her friends shoulder.

“Thank you. That means a lot.”

Reiko said, pulling her hand from him just as quickly as she’d placed it there. Before any further words could be exchanged, Obito was placing an insistent hand on the small of her back.

“This is all very sweet, but we’re on a time table…”

He reminded her, and Reiko glanced back at him again with a confused expression. Time table? Just what the hell did he have planned?

——————————-

Obito had planned this date down to the last detail and he’d shared his plans with her on their ride into the village. First on the itinerary was dinner at her favorite restaurant. A hole in the wall sushi shop that she and Shikaku had frequented at least twice a week. One that she still ordered take out from weekly, but she hadn’t been able to bring herself to enter the actual establishment since Shikaku’s passing. The food was mediocre as always, but she’d spent the majority of the time settled in their booth with an unexplainable sense of love in her chest.

Her boyfriend sat across from her, talking incessantly about how his plans for this date had led to a possible job opportunity with Kakashi. She knew he had no interest in resuming true Shinobi work, but he did love children and the elderly, so Kakashi had suggested starting him off at the Academy part time. Helping Iruka and, more recently, Shino with simple tasks and monitoring the kids. Obito’s eyes lit up when he spoke about it, and Reiko was entirely content to listen to him prattle on about all of his ideas for lesson plans and activities, as long as he kept grinning like that.

In the past year, they hadn’t really been involved in the community for fear of people’s reactions to Obito’s situation and past. However, as they sat at this restaurant in broad daylight, Reiko didn’t notice a single nasty look or whispered word from the other patrons. Maybe it was just the crowd of people, maybe no one recognized him, but Reiko liked to believe that people were truly forgiving of his actions. If they weren’t, she would be forced to make a scene, and that would likely sour the mood for the rest of the date. Outside of immediate consequences, she wanted nothing more than for Obito to live his life normally. Happily. The way he’d always wanted to. So, this position at the Academy would be a good first step. Iruka lost his parents during the Nine-Tails attack on the village, which Obito had caused… but he was a good, forgiving, man. It would take some time, but Reiko believed that things would work out for the best.

Tch. If Shikaku could hear her being so optimistic, he would likely faint of shock.

When dinner was over, he escorted her down the street to a bakery. He’d left her standing outside, claiming that they wouldn’t be having desert until the end of the outing and he wanted it be a surprise. They returned to the Genma-powered rickshaw with a plastic bag of goodies and Obito instructed him to take them to their next location.

“What’s next?”

Reiko asked, folding her hands in her lap as Genma began to pedal forward. Obito smiled, draping a casual arm around her shoulders. She tensed momentarily, glancing at the passerby’s on the street to see if anyone was staring for a little too long, but no one met her eye. They were content in continuing about their days. So, she softened, allowing Obito to tug her a little closer.

“Just enjoy the ride. You’ll see when we get there.”

Obito said, and she couldn’t help but chuckle at the mysteriousness of this date. They’d been living together for a year, and he still managed to surprise her. Once they were out of the village and closer to the outskirts, the amount of people around them dwindled down and she took Obito’s advice. She fully relaxed into his side and enjoyed the scenery as they passed through the village and into the woods surrounding it. Lucious greenery flooded her vision. Peppered with streaks of warm sunlight and dots of pinks and reds from the petals of flowers she’d forgotten the names of. The creaking sound of the rickshaw was overpowered by the chirping of birds and crickets, all undercut but the steady thud of Obito’s heart beat against her ear.

Occasionally, she would recall what brought them to this point. How she’d started this endeavor with a blood lust so strong she could taste copper whenever she thought of him. Obito had been so forgiving of her, but she always wondered if she deserved that kindness. Though the same could be said for her forgiveness of him. She supposed that broken people understood each other more than anyone else ever could. She knew the guilt he carried with him, because she carried a similar feeling. There was no point in reminding each other of the negative when every day they lived was a testament to it. Perhaps that was why she felt so at ease around him. He’d seen her at her lowest. Her nastiest. And yet, he still loved her. He still planned this date for her. Reiko had seen what Obito was capable of, but she still trusted his gentleness. His kind heart.

“I don’t deserve you, ya know.”

Reiko suddenly said, quiet enough that she hoped Genma wouldn’t overhear. Obito scoffed beside her, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of her head.

“If anyone ever heard you say that, they may try to have you institutionalized. I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve any of this… so, believe me when I say that I love you.”

Obito replied, nearly whispering the words into her hair. She wasn’t good at this part. Obito was a romantic to his very core. He loved love, and he would drown in it if he could. Hell, he would drown her in it. Reiko still struggled with finding the words for everything he made her feel. They didn’t come easy when it felt like their union was beyond her understanding. But he understood that. So, when she simply snuggled impossibly closer to him, Obito hummed low in his chest. It was the only response he needed.

A few minutes later, Genma pulled the rickshaw off of the dirt road, parking in front of a small path that led further into the woods. Obito took Reiko’s hand and helped her down from the vehicle before grabbing everything from the cart. The two gift bags and the bag containing their dessert. Reiko glanced around before her eyes landed on the path leading into the forest.

“Where are we going?”

She questioned just in time for Obito to grab her hand with a chuckle. He began walking, guiding her forward without any further direction.

“Will you quit asking questions and just let me surprise you?”

For several more minutes, they simply walked down the dirt path hand in hand. Reiko noticed more of those flowers from before and she relished in the feeling of sunlight against her skin in the areas where the tree tops above the path were a bit thinner. Eventually the came to a clearing and Reiko noticed several things at once.

Firstly, there was a blanket laid out on the ground with a bottle of wine. The same brand Obito had brought to her house on their ‘first date’ over a year ago. Then, standing a few feet away in a patch of sunlight was a man with a large camera on a stand positioned towards the blanket.

“Obito… are we… did you bring me out here to make some kind of porn-“

Reiko started to say, the words tumbling past her lips as she took in the scene with stunned, wide, eyes. Obito cut her off with a laugh, shaking his head as he stepped ahead of her.

“Good god, no. I thought it would be nice to get a professional photo of us taken.”

He explained, stepping the bags down on the blanket before turning to look past the photographer. Reiko let out a sigh of relief as a grin took over his face and he gestured beyond the man.

“Then, we can watch the sunset and share a bottle of wine. Look.”

Obito said, and Reiko took a few more steps into the clearing before turning to see what he was looking at. Immediately, her breath stuttered and she let out the softest ‘Oh.’. She hadn’t realized it, but this clearing was positioned near the edge of a small cliff. The trees that surrounded them on all sides disappeared to give them a clear view of the village. The faces of the former Hokage carved into rock were visible in the distance and, just beyond that, the sun was slowly lowering in the endless sky.

When she turned back to Obito, he was watching her instead of the view, a soft smile on his face as she took it all in.

“Obito this is… it’s… beautiful.”

She managed, choking on the words as she tried to get them out. It really was perfect. When he’d planned this date, she worried that he would go overboard. Dragging her from one crowded place to another in the name of having their official, public, debut as a couple. She would endure the loud restaurants and bars if that was what he wanted, but she would ultimately end the night drained and uncomfortable. Instead, he’d taken into account the fact that she didn’t do well with crowds. Obito knew that she would much prefer a quiet, relaxed, date with just the two of them to keep each other company.

“See? Told you that you would love it… Now come on, let’s take the picture. I only paid him for an hour and we’re… thirty minutes late. Yikes. Hey, I’m sorry-“

Obito started to say to the photographer, but the older man simply shook his head and waved his hand, a sign for them to get on with it as he ducked behind the camera to get it positioned. Reiko crossed the clearing and Obito moved them into the pose he had in mind. It was simple. His arm wrapped around her shoulders and Reiko’s arm wrapping around his back as they smiled at the camera. The flash nearly blinded her, and while she was still recovering, Obito paid the man for his time and sent him on his way with the promise that their photo would be developed and ready for pick up by the end of the week.

Once they settled on the blanket, Obito poured them each a glass of the cheap wine. For a while, they sat in silence and took in the view, enjoying each others company as the beauty of nature surrounded them. Though, Obito seemed to be excited about something. He was shifting his weight back and forth, wiggling around on the blanket like he couldn’t get comfortable and making small noises to get her attention. Eventually, Reiko pulled her eyes away from the setting sun to fix him with a patient smile.

“Do you want to open the gifts now?”

She questioned, giving in to what he wanted and watching as his eyes sparkled. He nodded wildly, but then reeled it in to seem more aloof and disinterested as he gestured to the bags between them.

“I mean, we can if you want to. You can open mine first. Or don’t. It’s nothing special.”

He said, desperately trying to play off the importance of his gift. Reiko chuckled, turning to face him as she settled the wine glass in the grass beside them. His bag was slightly different from hers because he’d gone through the trouble of wrapping a name tag around the white handle, her name scratched into the paper in the worst handwriting she’d ever seen. When she grabbed it, she glanced up to see Obito watching her with excited eyes, like he was hanging on her every movement. Reiko laughed again, pulling the tissue paper out of the bag.

“Oh, so it’s so ‘not special’ that you’re on the verge of passing out from excitement, huh?”

Reiko teased, earning her a light hearted scoff and a soft ‘Shut up’ from her boyfriend. She reached into the bag with another laugh, feeling something rectangular wrapped in another layer of tissue paper. She pulled it from the bag and ripped the tape together paper apart. When she was done, she was left with a simple, black, photo frame. It had some decorative carving around the edges, and at the bottom, the word ‘Home’ was embossed in white paint.

“A picture frame?”

Reiko asked, glancing up at Obito, who was now grinning so wide she though his face my split in half.

“Yeah! For the picture we just took!”

He said, and Reiko’s heart swelled in her chest. Such a simple, yet thoughtful, gift. This way, once the photo was processed, she could display it immediately. Right next to the photo of Team Minato that hung over the TV in their living room. She ran her fingers over the carved swirls in the wood.

“Thank you, Obito. This is really sweet.”

Reiko replied, but Obito was still twitching a bit.

“Check the back.”

He suddenly instructed, so Reiko flipped the frame over as some rattled against the back. Taped to the piece of cardboard meant to hold the photo in place was a necklace. Though it wasn’t like any necklace she’d ever seen. This one had a simple silver chain, but the pendant was what caught her attention. Hanging from the chain was a Shogi piece. The rook. The piece of wood had a small hole drilled through the pointed top and the chain was fed through it.

Reiko tore her eyes away from the jewelry to look up at Obito. She could feel the expression she was wearing. Her eyebrows curved down and mouth slightly agape as she tried to process the gift. Obito was blushing now, not nearly as excited as he’d been a few minutes ago.

“It’s uh… it’s the piece Shikaku left you. You told me about it and I thought… well, it would be nice if you could always keep it with you. So, I had a jeweler turn it into a necklace.”

Obito explained, and Reiko felt the tears well in her eyes almost immediately. She looked back down at the necklace and ran her fingers over the wood. So, it wasn’t just any Shogi piece. It was the one Shikaku had left her after his passing. Her fingers trembled a bit and she had to force her eyes away from the gift with a disbelieving laugh, hurriedly wiping at her eyes with her free hand.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to cry it’s just… Obito this is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me.”

She said, her voice shaking along with her constitution. If she said anything further, she knew she would be reduced to a sobbing mess, so she forced her eyes to focus on the sun in the distance. Though the light was fading too fast to serve the purpose of drying her eyes and Obito reached forward to cup her jaw in his hand, forcing her to look back at him. Her bottom lip trembled at the tender look on his face.

“I don’t care if you cry. I love you and I wanted to give you something to prove that. I still can’t believe that you forgave me after everything…”

Obito finished by leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to her lips. Reiko let out a whimper against him, reaching out grab the fabric on the front of his shirt in a death grip. If he pulled away too soon she might fall apart. When their lips finally separated, Reiko had crawled across the blanket on her knees just to be closer to him, the picture frame still clutched in one hand. The wave of raw emotion passed and Reiko let out another chuckle as she dabbed more tears from her eyes.

“Want me to put it on for you?”

Obito asked, drawing an enthusiastic nod from Reiko. In a few short movements, he was positioned behind her, clipping the chain around her neck. Her hand came up immediately, running her fingers over the smooth wood where it laid just below her collarbone. Perfect. Obito pulled back around to look at her from the front, smiling at the image of his gift resting against her skin. Then, without warning, Reiko was doubling over with a laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

Obito questioned, chuckling along with her as she tried to regain her composure. When she raised back up and let out a breathy laugh, Reiko shook her head, gesturing to the unopened bag next to her.

“My gift sucks.”

She said, pulling a laugh from Obito as he snatched the bag. He shook his head, hurriedly ripping the tissue paper from the bag.

“I’m sure it’s fi-“

He started to say, before finding her present laying in the bottom of the bag. The smile never left his face as he pulled out two items. A pack of new, white, socks and three pairs of new boxers. He held the clothing in his hands for a moment and Reiko tried her best to stifle the laughter threatening to break free from her chest. When he turned his happy, yet confused, eyes up to meet hers, she couldn’t hold it back.

“I’m so sorry! I’m horrible at gift giving because I always end up getting the most practical thing. I noticed that a lot of your socks and underwear have holes in them so I thought-“

Reiko started to explain through giggles, slowly being drowned out by Obito’s own chuckles. He leaned forward again, sealing his lips against hers for the millionth time this evening. When he pulled away, they were still giggling in each others faces.

“It’s perfect, Rei, thank you… and besides, you being here with me is the best gift I have ever been given.”

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